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shwazzberryswriting · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Princess!

Pairing: Johnny x F Reader x Jaehyun (M/F, M/M, M/F/M)

Genre: One Shot, AU - Non-Idol, PWP - Complete Smut (tho if you read between the lines there are hints to more heh)

Summary: Johnny treats his Princess on her birthday

Word count: 6.2k

Rating/Warnings: Mature/Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Dom/Sub elements, Daddy/Princess & Daddy/Pet Role Play, Switch!Jaehyun, Collaring, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Anal Play, Anal and Vaginal Fingering, Impact Play, Overstimulation, Squirting, Double Penetration in 2 Holes, Multiple Orgasms, Cum Play, Rough Sex, Cum Shot

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note:

First: Part 1 of my Neohub Kinktober Event!!! I'm excited for this to be my first fic for this event! My own personal Kinktober List** will have a couple fics that won't be a part of the Neohub event, so check out my list if you're curious for what's to come in October!

Second: This was requested!!! Nonny OP Please forgive me for taking so long to fulfill this request!! 😭 🙏 Thank you for your patience. I hope this fulfills your fantasies! Johnny and Jaehyun have a great dynamic that makes their smut so hot!

Apologies in advance for any mistakes! 💚

Happy Halloween! Enjoy this awesome holiday! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

“OK, Princess, open your eyes!”

Blinking, her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight in the living room. Golden streaks of the setting sun lit up the glass surface of the coffee table. Before her was a bubble gum pink box.

Johnny sat to her left. One hand resting on his knee, stroking his silk pants. Steady eyes with his beautiful face staring affectionately at her.

“Happy birthday!” he exclaimed, perfect set of teeth shining with his handsome smile. “Come on, Princess. Open your present! I had it custom made.”

“Oh, Daddy, thank you!” she said, grabbing the silk covered box.

Johnny always provided her with the most luxurious gifts in the world. Nothing but the best for his Princess. The rectangular box seemed big enough for a necklace.

Or maybe a pair of handcuffs?

Untying the silk ribbon, she let it fall to the floor as she pulled off the lid. A soft gasp parted her lips.

“It’s so pretty.”

Inside was a thick pink leather collar. On one end was a metal loop; attached to it was a metal chain leash, matching pink leather handle at the end. Diamonds encrusted along the choker strap spelled out, “Princess” in neat cursive font.

“Do you want to put it on?” He held his hand out to her, palm up.

“Yes, thank you Daddy.” Scooping the ends of her pigtails into a loose bun at the crown of her head, she turned her back to him. “I’ve been wanting a collar for months now, Daddy. Am I going to be your Kitty tonight?”

“No, Princess, this collar is for me. To make sure you don’t go wandering off too much tonight.”

“Are you taking me out for dinner?” She’d worn a remote controlled vibrator to dinner the last time he bought her a gift. “I loved that Peruvian bistro we visited last month.”

“I’ll take you back another day. I have an extra present for you, Princess. Today marks our 2 Year Anniversary, too.”

The doorbell rang. Johnny grinned, hand patting her knee before getting up. Her eyes followed his long legs in his well fitted silk pants.

She wanted him naked as her eyes focused on the lines of his pecs and abs peeking through the unbuttoned silk blazer. Teasing her with a glimpse at his perfect body.

“Hey, did you have a hard time finding the place?”

“Not at all.” The guest was a man, his voice smooth and clear. “Where’s your birthday girl?”

“Princess,” Johnny called, turning his head around, “come say hi to my special friend.”

Placing the empty gift box onto the coffee table, she joined them, chain to her collar in her left hand. Johnny was shutting the door as she stood face to face with a very handsome man, almost as tall as her Daddy.

His milky skin glowed, making his peachy pink lips pop out, contrasting his dark brown eyes. His chiseled jaw and high cheekbones just made his perfectly symmetrical face all the more difficult to look away from. She wanted to reach out and caress every smooth inch of his handsome face.

“Princess, this is my friend - a brother of mine - Jaehyun,” Johnny said, standing behind her, taking the metal chain leash from her hand. He placed his free hand on her hip. “He’s your birthday treat, baby. Do you like your second Daddy for the night? Jae, want to wish our Princess a happy birthday?”

Fire injected into her veins, eyes locked with the new man. Jaehyun bit his bottom lip, smile appearing with flushed cheeks.

“What a cutie you are.” Jaehyun’s fingers reached out to touch the hem of her dress at the front of her thighs. “Happy birthday, Princess. Johnny and I wanted to give you a super special birthday party tonight. You’ve got soft thighs, Princess. Daddy Jae likes that.”

“What do you say, Princess?” Johnny said behind her, forcing her neck and head to jolt backwards as he tugged on the chain. She took a step backwards, away from Jaehyun.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, eyes remaining locked with Jaehyun. Her chest ached in a way that made her stomach flutter too. She would have remembered someone as handsome as Jaehyun…his dark eyes consuming her was familiar because of Johnny. A glance was enough to let her know that he wanted her, always. “I’ve been asking Daddy Johnny for a second Daddy for weeks.” She turned to Johnny and threw her arms around his waist. Eyes shut, deep inhale of his soothing musk. Her shoulders relaxed, heartbeat slowing. “Thank you, Daddy. You spoil me so much.”

“Thank me by showing Daddy Jae a good time, Princess.” His free hand reached behind her, unzipping her dress. “Let him unwrap you. You’re his special little present tonight.”

Taking Jaehyun’s hand, she led him up the stairs, Johnny behind them, connected to her still with the chain to her collar. Johnny and Jaehyun sang “Happy Birthday” on their walk to their bedroom, delighting her with the focused attention. Up past Johnny’s newest Monet painting; a gift to himself for spoiling her.

The laughs and clapping slowly dissipated as they entered the master bed. Hands on her hips, Jaehyun positioned her front to face the foot of the bed as he stood behind her. Goosebumps scattered up her spine when she felt his fingertips push her lacy dress off her shoulders, heat gliding right up against her bare skin.

“What’s this, Princess?”

Heat surged up her ass, licking over towards her clitoris. A twinge at her abdomen created goosebumps up to her chest.

Jaehyun's thumb pressed against the giant diamond encrusted buttplug seated at her asshole. Her walls shook, muscles squeezing the stretcher Johnny inserted earlier.

“That was this morning’s present.” She moaned as Jaehyun palmed her tits over her lacy bra, her ass slamming against his front. A sharp pressure twisted into her guts. “Daddy spoils me so much.”

“Nothing but the best for my Princess.”

Johnny stood beside them, right hand touching her chin. He bent down and kissed her as Jaehyun’s hand wrapped around her throat, fingers stroking her skin.

She whined onto Johnny’s tongue as Jaehyun’s hold tightened, wrist jerking her head up to shove her face harder against Johnny. Hand massaging his jaw, Johnny broke the kiss as his eyes darted up to Jaehyun before focusing back on her.

“Get on the bed, Princess,” Jaehyun said, releasing her. “Lie down. I want to explore your beautiful body. Treat every inch of that perfect body with my kisses.”

“Not yet.” Johnny tugged on the chain, making her turn to look at him. He released the chain before unhooking her bra and pulling it off her shoulders. Swiftly, his thumbs tugged her cotton pink thong down her legs. “Don’t act up too much, Princess. I have to share you, and you know how I feel about sharing. You’re precious, baby.”

The heat in her chest boiled angrily, her nipples ached. She sat down on the bed, nodding, eyes focused on Jaehyun.

His left eyebrow ticked upwards for a second as he pulled his jeans and boxers off. Her chest ached, a giggle and smile appearing. A feeling she almost recognized overcame her for a moment, tears welling her eyes.

Deep inhale of breath, hand cupping her breast, she focused on the heat growng in her cunt. Jaehyun’s body was chiseled, curves perfectly shaping his abs and pecs. Slim waist with barely a blemish on his milky smooth body.

She laid down on her back, letting Jaehyun stand between her legs. Heat pricked her cheeks with his focus fixated on her. Her body shook with her heart ramming furiously against her chest.

His dark eyes slowly drifted down her body, flicking back and forth as they landed on the heat between her legs. Tongue licking his pillowy lips, a grin appeared, dimple in his left cheek deepening.

“Such a beautiful body.” Cool, smooth voice sending chills down her spine. His giant palms gliding up her thighs to her sides, moving up to cup her breasts. “Daddy Jaehyun wants to kiss you from head to toe, Princess. Celebrate the most lovely, gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. For your Special Day.”

“Daddy?” She tilted her head up, eyes searching for Johnny. He was seated beside her, right leg crossed over his left, patiently watching Jaehyun massage her body. His angular cheeks sharp as his face remained passive. “Is it OK for D-daddy Jae to kiss me?”

“It’s your Special Day, Princess.” Fingers from his free hand tucked her loose tendrils behind her ear. “I’ll let you decide if Daddy Jae can kiss you from your head to your toes. Do you want that, Princess?” “Yes Daddy!” Her chest heaved as she breathed out her excited response.

Eyes shut, she felt Jaehyun’s body over hers. Skin silky soft. Body heavy and firm. Lips floral, burning hers up.

She whimpered as his tongue pushed against her lips. The pressure of her stretcher intensified as Jaehyun’s hips rocked back and forth over her. Her whole body singed like the flames of a lighter licking over an old, fuzzy dryer sheet.

Instant. Fast. A flash of thrilling violence all over.

Wet kisses landed on her neck. Peppered across her chest. Warmed the valley of her chest.

Her skin tingled as his fingers slid down her arms. Caressed her breasts as his tongue licked the sweat off her belly.

“You’re so sweet, Princess.” Jaehyun’s tongue flicked across the patch of pubes over her slit. “Daddy’s going to eat this slick, wet pussy-” two fingers slid down over her folds before he grasped the end of the buttplug, stretcher feeling loose with her slick dripping down the curve of her ass “-and feel how tight this little hole is.”

Red stars burst against her eyelids as she shut them tight, feeling the buttplug pull out of her. The discomforting pressure tickling her asshole and nerves all day was gone, sending goosebumps up her body. Her nipples ached.

A wet, fleshy pressure was gliding over her clit. She cried out, fingers grasping onto the duvet. Jaehyun sucked on her hot bud.

“D-daddy Jae!” The pointed tip of his tongue licked down her slit, tickling the sensitive perineum between her pussy and asshole before it torturously flicked her puckered hole. His tongue circled around her wet rim before he sucked hard, raspy hum reverberating into her. She squeaked out a weak pant. “Daddy!”

“You like your asshole being eaten like that, Princess?” Johnny traced a delicate touch over her left nipple, pad of his index finger barely brushing her skin. “I know what my Princess likes.”

With such sugary sweetness in his tone, her ears ached like a rotting tooth coming into contact with honey as he cooed out, "My precious Princess."

She looked up at him, his eyes drifting from the hardened brown nub he was twisting between his thumb and index finger and then down to watch Jaehyun devour her ass and pussy.

“Can you speak?” A delicate grin as his eyes drank in the sight before him.

“Yes, Daddy.”

They locked eyes. He wet his lips. Jaehyun’s thumbs pulled her folds apart, tongue pressing right up against her sensitive clit, lapping up and down as his moan started out low. She bit her bottom lip, trying not to howl at every good sensation Jaehyun gave to her body.

He was whimpering. Groaning high, sweet notes into her. Her cunt and stomach shook with the vibrations of his sweet mewls. Her slick was pooling out, mixing with his spit.

The tip of one finger pushed against her rim. Her asshole quivered, nerves thrashing deep inside her walls.

Johnny’s fingers twisted both of her nipples, making her shut her eyes. Fire surged down her chest and up her stomach, colliding at the coil deep within her cunt. It was tightening at lightning speed, snapping her mind blank.

“Daddy!”

Jaehyun laid his palm flat over her stomach, attempting to still her shaking body. His finger curled up against her asshole as his tongue lapped up her clit and labia, head bobbing furiously.

The blend of pain and pleasure everywhere was too much. Her mind’s single focus was the tight coil’s pressure shooting straight to her clit.

The release exploded out of her cunt, hips thrashing wildly against Jaehyun's hold. She managed to whimper out a whine as she was incapable of holding in the fluids gushing out of her.

Wetness was everywhere. Her butt was soaked, feeling the damp duvet under her. Slit and thighs moist with droplets of her slick. Sweat was trickling out of every pore on her body.

Johnny’s lips a calming touch as he kissed her lips. Instantly, he kissed and licked the sweat off her temples and neck. His gentle hum reverberated down her sinuses.

“What do you say to Daddy Jae for making you squirt?”

“T-t-thank you f-for the b-birthday present D-daddy!”

Jaehyun’s middle finger was inside of her pussy. She mewled, eyes shut tight. He pushed in and pulled out. Thumb circled her clit as his finger continued to pump in and out of her.

He kissed the inside of her thighs. As much as she wanted to open her eyes and watch Jaehyun finger fuck her, her body refused. Eyes muscles constricted as he played with her cunt.

Continually, he burned her up, just like the flame of a lighter against the used up dryer sheet. Over and and over with his tongue and fingers. Quick flashes of thrilling violence.

“Daddy-daddy, daddy-y-yes-d-daddy-yes.”

“That’s enough.” Johnny’s hand clamped over her mouth. A sharp pain dug at the nape of her neck. Johnny let go of the chain, much to her neck's relief. The collar was hot, slipping against her sweat drenched neck. “Didn’t I tell you not to act up too much?”

A cold shiver hit her chest. Her body numbed. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes. Seeing his eyebrows stitched together, lips pressed tight as his hand remained over her mouth had her body ice up in shame.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” She sat up the moment Johnny released her. She disentangled from Jaehyun’s arms curled around her legs to stand on her knees. Wrapping her arms around Johnny’s neck she kissed his cheek. “Daddy, I’m so sorry. Let me love you. Let me give you a titty fuck. Can I suck on your balls, Daddy? Cum on my face to remind me I’m yours?”

His arm was around her waist, pulling her body against his. A loud smack hit her ears before she felt the sting of Johnny’s palm on her ass. Eyebrows scrunched up, she moaned as she refused to break eye contact

“You didn’t need to let Daddy Jae know just how much you enjoyed his kisses. Who’s your Daddy?” Her ass burned like she’d slid down a metal slide as he smacked her again. And again. Third slap so forceful her hips jerked painfully against him. The skin of her ass was hot and aching. “Hm? Who’s your Daddy, Princess?”

“You are, Daddy.” She kissed him, whimpering against his lips as his fingers kneaded her stinging ass. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, mouth pressed against his collarbone as she felt his thumb circle around the entrance to her asshole. “Daddy.”

“So wet and loose, Princess.” He pushed in, one knuckle sinking in with ease. She shook, trying not to move as the uncomfortably pleasant pressure tickling her all day returned. “Your ass is mine tonight, understand?”

He pushed in deeper, mouth hanging open with hers as she inhaled deeply. The reassuring smile with his head nod, letting her know Daddy Johnny was proud of his Princess. The pressure was riding up deep inside of her, the coil at her core tightening.

“For now, Princess, what do you want Daddy Jae to do?”

“D-daddy Jae,” - she stopped to whimper as Johnny pulled his thumb out of her ass, the titillating pressure gone - “will you please keep kissing me here?”

Her fingers brushed over her curly pubes.

“Lie down on the bed, Princess.” Johnny left her side as she laid down flat on her back. Jaehyun was on his knees between her legs, fingers massaging the inside of her pliable thighs. “Such a tasty pussy, Princess.” He moaned as he licked up her slit. His tongue flicked against her asshole and taint, causing her hips to shake. “Even your tight asshole is a little sweet.”

Their moans joined the lewd squelches of Jaehyun assaulting her cunt. Tongue sliding all over her labia as his thumb glided over the rim of her asshole. Blinking away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes, she focused on Johnny taking his clothes off, eyes staring at Jaehyun’s naked body with hers.

“Daddy.”

She licked her lips as Johnny kicked his boxers away, large hand stroking his hardened rod. Her eyes focused on the heavenly thick cock, precum spilling out as his thumb rubbed his slit. His free hand reached out and massaged Jaehyun’s ass. The coil deep within twisted painfully as she watched Johnny’s hand dip between Jaehyun’s legs, out of her line of sight. Jaehyun whimpered into her.

“Daddy,” her voice trembled, mind frenzied with the motions of Jaehyun’s tongue on her, “are you playing with Daddy Jae?”

“Do you want to see it, Princess?” Johnny’s gaze met hers, his mouth curving up into a smile. The sounds of his wet strokes quickened, making Jaehyun shake the bed with his bucking hips. Hands on her thighs Jaehyun stilled as he moaned sweetly onto her clit. “Yeah, Jae, you like this? Let’s see if your flat ass tastes as sweet.”

Johnny’s face disappeared behind Jaehyun’s ass, though she saw his forehead bob up and down. The high pitched whimpers Jaehyun pushed into her shook her insides.

His tongue wiggled inside of her cunt, making her grab his wet tresses. Her moans joined the lewd noises Johnny was making as he ate Jaehyun’s ass.

Jaehyun’s uneven breathing affected the suction of his lips on her clit. She whined as the heat’s intensity lessened. Jaehyun’s fingers stilled. He threw his head up and moaned.

“Johnny! Daddy-fuck!”

She moaned with Jaehyun, fingers grasping his. Their fingers intertwined over her thighs. Jaehyun gave out a weak moan.

“There’s my little pet.” Johnny chuckled sweetly, head raising over Jaehyun's pale body. One hand stroked up over Jaehyun’s ass. Jaehyun gave a weak whimper, hips bucking. Face turning over his shoulder to look at Johnny. “Like how Daddy’s playing with your tight little hole? Miss how good I treat you?”

“Yes,” Jaehyun breathed out softly. She wanted to sit up and kiss Jaehyun, consume the moan Johnny had gotten out of him. “Daddy, I like your finger right there.”

She bit her bottom lip, chest feeling heavy as she watched Johnny’s eyes fixed on whatever he was doing to Jaehyun’s ass. He smirked whenever Jaehyun moaned or shook against her body.

Wasn’t this supposed to be about her?

“Daddy,” she called out, voice whining, “I can’t see anything. Can I-”

“Do you want a better view of your Daddies playing with each other, Princess?” Johnny looked up, making eye contact with her. “Come, here Jae. Show time for our Princess.”

“Princess,” Jaehyun was getting up, hand grabbing her wrist, “play with yourself to let us know how much you like our show.”

She whimpered as she pressed two fingers over her clit and rubbed it in a circular motion, following the direction from Jaehyun’s hold.

“Look at that fine ass body.” Johnny grabbed Jaehyun’s wrist, tugging it away from her. “Princess, keep playing with your precious little pussy. Are you ready for the show?”

They stood at the foot of the bed, facing each other. Johnny released Jaehyun’s wrist, fingers drifting to glide down the pubes of Jaehyun’s happy trail. Gasping, Jaehyun shut his eyes, thrusting his hips forward with his hands on his hips. Johnny’s large hand was encircled around Jaehyun’s reddening shaft.

Jaehyun touched Johnny’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. They were quiet as Jaehyun caressed a hand over Johnny’s thick eight pack abs, tongues pushing into each other’s mouths. Jaehyun breathed loudly through his mouth as Johnny kissed his thick, smooth neck.

“Yes, Daddy.” She exhaled out a whiny moan as she slid her middle finger against her clit, trying to match Johnny’s jerks on Jaehyun’s cock. “So fucking sexy, Daddy.”

“Do you hear that, hm?” Johnny’s hand grasped onto Jaehyun’s hip and pushed him to face the bed, his back against Johnny’s front. Hand pumping down Jaehyun’s veiny length, Johnny kissed his shoulder as he made eye contact with her. “Our Princess likes this, Jae. Do you like it?” Jaehyun’s high pitched moan rang against the walls as he thrust forward, eyes shut tight. His pants became shorter, erratic. “Sounds like a yes. What do you think, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She pushed her middle finger into her cunt, knees pressed together, right arm clamped between her plump thighs. Moaning, her free hand shot to grab her left breast. Fingers rubbing the engorged brown bud her two Daddies had played with to hypersensitivity. Nerves in her clit danced wildly. “Daddy Jae likes it.”

“I do,” Jaehyun rasped out. His hands grabbed Johnny’s arms. “I-I’m going to-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Johnny let go of Jaehyun’s cock, getting a small sprinkling of precum to dribble out at the tip. “You need to cum inside our Princess. It’s her birthday, and it’s what she wants.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

One hand at his throat, Johnny pulled Jaehyun up against his chest.

“I think Daddy Jae needs to suck my dick for not returning the fucking favor.” He let go of Jaehyun’s leaking cock, slapped it - getting a grunt from Jaehyun - and pushed Jaehyun to his knees. “Suck Daddy’s cock, selfish slut. Utter amateur shit to cum from a fucking handjob like that.”

Wordlessly, on his knees, profile facing the Birthday Girl, Jaehyun looked up at Johnny and fisted his thick, lengthy rod. One hand holding Jaehyun’s shoulder, Johnny shut his eyes and hissed. Teeth bared, eyebrows furrowed.

She opened her legs and circled her middle finger over her clit with the slick she’d captured from her cunt. The sight of the two handsome men connected - pleasured moans colliding into a sweet melody in her ears - she moaned as her body’s rising heat distracted her focus. Chest and face burning up, head fuzzy from heat.

Jaehyun hummed, low and slow, thin lips blending in with Johnny’s reddened length. Pulling back, he slurped up against the smooth mushroom domed tip. Before he could go back down, Johnny pushed him away.

She yelped as she slid across the bed, left ankle in Johnny’s hold. Heat shot up from her pussy to her chest. Her sinuses singed as Johnny’s palm landed on her wet slit

“Didn’t I teach you how to play with your pussy, brat?”

Biting onto the knuckle of her middle finger, she muffled the moans that Johnny was forcing out with his fingers. Middle and ring finger thrusting hard into her cunt, he was relentless as he went in deeper. Fingers curling in, thumb rubbing her clit. Her cunt squelched with his rough pumps, unleashing thick spurts of her slick between her thighs.

“Daddy didn’t teach you to be lazy, Princess. Put in” -his index finger joined the next push- “some” -her fluids flowed out over his fingers- “fucking effort” -she mewled- “lazy brat.”

Thoughts shredded to dust, her whole body was ablaze as Johnny rutted furiously. Thumb flicking her clit with his pumps, he laughed as her bladder shook from the hard squeeze. Fluids flooded out of her, flying into the air before splattering and soaking into the bedsheets. She mewled, hips bucking, toes curled.

“Fuck, Princess, you look like you’ve just gone to the waterpark.” Johnny’s fingers were gone. Holding them up in the air, Johnny tilted the tips of his coated fingers down toward her body. Her face flared as her slick dribbled down onto her stomach and over her left thigh. “Aren’t you a lucky Birthday Girl? You’ve cummed twice. Come thank Daddy.”

Hands hooked under her armpits, Johnny pulled her to his side as he sat against the headboard. She whined lazily as her head rested on his stomach, ear pressed against his sweaty abs.

Nipples tingling, she dragged her hand over his damp leg. Her fingertips dipped into the valleys of his muscles. Pussy walls throbbing as she admired his mountainous thighs.

She hummed softly with closed lips as her fingers grazed over the shaft of his gorgeous cock. Pink and smooth. So thick that she struggled to keep a steady grip as she stroked him. His hand touched the top of her head as she opened her mouth and pushed the tip in.

His silence encouraged her to push in more with every head bob in and hand stroke down. Suck in harder. Moan more. And louder. Twist her wrist so her fingers were massaging his balls. He rewarded her with a soft approving hum.

Encouraged - his short “Mmm” rang like angels singing up above in heaven - she lifted his cock to hold against his stomach. Swirling her tongue over his wet, salty nut, she shut her eyes to savor a short sigh from Johnny.

Hand pressing his cock against his belly, the pointed tip of her tongue glided up the smooth, fleshy center parting of his balls.

Soft hiss against his teeth.

She sucked in his right nut. Licked it before sucking it again.

“What are you doing, Jae? Stop touching yourself and prepare our Princess for the main event.”

Johnny had both hands on her head, thumbs stroking the top tenderly. Mouth shut he gave a hum. Strokes at her head stilled.

His fingers pushed down and he thrust up into her, tip shoved against her tonsils, balls slapping her chin. She stopped moving, gagging on his cock as he thrust against her, hands keeping her in place.

“You’re so beautiful when you look like a filthy, sinful slut, Princess. Daddy’s so proud of you-” he fisted her hair, thrusting halted “-for thanking me like this.”

She tried not to retch as he freed her throat. Fist at his base, he swirled his wet tip over her lips before letting her go.

Johnny had her lay down flat on her back as Jaehyun’s lilty guffaw sent a calming shiver down her back. His fingertips on her knees drew a soft coo out of her. She looked up at Johnny, seated on his knees beside her.

“I love you, Princess,” Johnny breathed out as she grabbed his pulsating cock. Tongue swirling his earth heavy musk, she took hold of his shaft. “Just the tip for now, baby.”

Her eyes shut, nose filled with Johnny’s scent. Thighs and ass cheeks soothed by Jaehyun’s massages. Jaehyun’s tongue shoved into her cunt, thumb flicking her clit. He grunted into her. Sweat pooled down her body, chest shaking.

Her body spun and she lost sense of gravity as she felt him push one knuckle into her ass. She grabbed Jaehyun’s hair as he sucked on her clit. She mewled onto Johnny’s cock before he pulled out, face passive as he stared at her slimy spit coating his cock.

Jaehyun’s knuckle in her asshole pushed in deeper. Both her ass and pussy walls shook. Her core’s coil instantly twirled tight, forcing air out of her lungs. Her chest ached.

“Do you want us all to be happy, Princess?” Jaehyun was gone from between her legs. “Are you ready for your Daddies to give you the ride of your life?”

“Ride? Are you taking me somewhere?”

Both men laughed, Johnny bent down and kissed her at the top of her head. Jaehyun laid down to her left, chuckles catching at his throat as his dimples pushed deep into his skin. Her face flared with heat as she felt Jaehyun’s lips on her cheek.

“Daddy Johnny said your ass is his, so that means this pretty cunt-” he inhaled softly, middle finger sinking into her folds “-is mine. Princess, is this your first time being double dicked?”

“Yes, Daddy Jae.” She giggled. Sharp, hot tingles singed up her chest. “I want my Daddys inside me.”

Her slick coated his fingers, gliding over her folds. Her walls shook as he pumped two fingers inside. She whimpered, head rested against his chest as she felt his fingers glide from her cunt to her ass.

Her slick coating the rim of her asshole had her stomach and ass clench. She mewled as her walls squeezed down on his fingers, hands grabbing his neck.

“Fuck, Princess, Daddy Jae’s making your ass look so fucking sexy.” She inhaled through her mouth as she felt Johnny spooning her from behind, hand on her calf lifting it to hook over his leg. “Daddy’s waited all fucking day to fuck your ass. All fucking day. Happy birthday, Princess.”

She mewled, hand shooting to grab his wrist at her hip. His hot, sticky tip pushed up against her wet rim. Jaehyun’s lips were on her neck, sucking and nipping at her delicate skin. A finger flicked her nipple as he guffawed against her throat.

“Come on, Princess,” Jaehyun cooed, two fingers gliding over her clit before rubbing down, “relax your muscles, OK?” He pressed a kiss to her cheek as she felt Johnny’s hot lips on the back of her shoulder. “Let’s-” he slid the burning head of his cock against her clit “-take our time.”

The tips of both his and Johnny’s cocks sunk into her. The pressure from either end created a force that prickled her cervix. Hands on his neck, she pressed her lips to Jaehyun’s. She cried against his lips as she felt Johnny’s cock stretch her asshole.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking tight.”

Her eyes were closed. All she tasted was Jaehyun’s salty, dewy lips. Johnny’s grip at her hip was bruising her. Heavy push pressing the bed springs against her from below.

With shaking hips, she thrust back, crying against Jaehyun’s lips as Johnny’s length sunk in deeper, tip hitting a hot spot that made her ass walls shake. Johnny moaned, palm slapping her ass. The impact reverberated pleasure deep into her core.

Jaehyun’s tongue pushed into her mouth, hand groping her hip, directly over Johnny’s hold. She felt split open from between her legs up to her belly. Coil deep in her cunt twisting evermore painfully sweet.

“Fuck.” Jaehyun hissed long and soft as his hot cock pushed into her cunt. Her eyes were shut, mind focused on the pressure at her guts. “So-fucking-tight-so-fuck-so-fucking…tight."

“Jaehyun!” Her fingernails dragged down his arm as he thrust sharply into her. He rocked his hips back and forth, creating a shallow friction. Blood flooded her brain like a tsunami, making her lose sense of anything. “Daddy!”

Johnny was grunting into the back of her neck. Thrusting up into her ass when Jaehyun pulled back. Their slow, careful thrusts created a new bloody tsunami in her brain. She blabbered incoherently as spit flew out of her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks. Face burning like she was falling headfirst into the fiery gates of hell.

“Such a tight ass.” Johnny’s voice was muffled as he spoke through gritted teeth. “That stretcher only did so much, Princess.”

“Daddy.” Her voice was hoarse, barely more than a gasp. “Big-so big. Full. I’m-full.”

Johnny’s laughs reverberated up her spine. The coil at her core spun tighter as his cock pushed her walls apart. It felt so full and thick, she lost vision when his tip hit against her G-spot.

“Squeezing my cock so tight, Princess.” Johnny kissed her shoulder. “Barely halfway in and this is all you can take.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Shh!” Hand pulling her face toward him, he kissed her. “You’ll still make me cum. Daddy loves how tight and small your asshole is. Still so pure, Princess.” Her coil was so tight her hips shook. “Your hole won’t be able to hold all this cum, Princess. You won’t mind Daddy marking you.”

Johnny stilled when she felt a burst of wetness against her ass. The hot cum was inside of her, making her insides moist. Curves of her ass were covered in his thick seed. Groaning, Johnny slid his softening shaft against her ass, smearing the cum.

Jaehyun’s grip on her hip tightened. He breathed erratically through his mouth as the snaps of his hips strengthened. Her nipples ached as he gave a high pitched mewl.

“Princess, you’re mine! So fucking tight!”

She cried, fingernails continually scratching his sweaty, smooth skin. His cock was moving with longer strokes in and out of her, his tip hitting her cervix with such force she gasped for air with his every move. She lost sense of everything, the only thing her mind could hold onto was Jaehyun's stuttering groan as fire consumed her whole body.

Red. Blistering heat. She’d fallen into hell, the Devil consuming her.

* * *

She heard the splash of water before feeling her whole body relaxed and warm. She’d been placed inside a hot bubble bath.

Slowly opening her eyes, she was in the familiar clawfoot bathtub of Johnny’s master bath.

The window curtains were closed, but she could tell it was dark outside. On the sink countertop sat two lit cucumber scented candles.

Seated on the toilet - lid down - sat Johnny, facing her. He was fully clothed in crisp black trousers and a pristine white button up top. Beautiful locks of hair slicked up in a perfect quiff.

“Princess, how do you feel?” He immediately bent down beside her. His hand dove under the bubbles to scoop up the chamomile infused water and poured it over her left shoulder.

“Daddy?”

“I’m here, Princess. You’re safe.”

“What happened?” She reached up, hand touching his cheek. “You and Daddy Jae were fucking me so good-I’m sorry Da-”

He kissed her lips, thumb stroking gently against her cheek.

“No apologies needed, Princess. Daddy Jae and I had a great time. How do you feel? It’s your birthday, what matters is how you feel.”

She sat up slightly, looking down at the pearly, fluffy bubbles. Floating over her, clinging to her damp skin. The warmth of the bath water radiated through her entire body.

Her fingers glided up her thighs, delicately brushing over her slit. Her insides felt heavy, and ached. But her skin felt the familiar sweet dull throb. Her swollen lips radiated with a pain like a sunburn. Neck, throbbing near her shoulders - as if she had a carpet burn.

“I feel amazing, Daddy. Thank you for the best birthday present a Princess could ask for.”

“I want you to be happy, Princess.” His hand slipped under the water as they kissed. She gasped onto his tongue as his thumb circled around her clit. Palming the inside of her thigh, he chuckled. Pressing his forehead to hers when they broke the kiss, his hand left the water. “I have some business to take care of. I won’t be gone long, promise. When I return, we’ll eat cake.”

“OK, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Princess. Happy birthday.”

He kissed her one more time before getting up. Drying his arms and hands on the towel beside the sink, he winked at her. Blew her a kiss before leaving.

She grabbed the green bar of soap, humming to herself. Lathering up her neck and shoulders with the jasmine scented soap. Fingers massaging her aching muscles.

The sounds of whistling joined her humming. A moment later Jaehyun entered from where Johnny exited just minutes ago.

“Hi Princess.”

He walked over, bending down beside her. Just like Johnny did.

Something about the gentle half grin itched her mind, as if she’d forgotten to lock the front door. Eyes fixed on his beautiful face, she wanted to let go of the sensation.

The collar to his unbuttoned shirt flapped against his Adam’s apple. She was fixated, swallowing air as he spoke.

“Daddy Johnny wants to make sure you’re safe while he’s out.” Index finger gliding over the foamy peaks of the bubbles in the tub, Jaehyun retrieved his hand when his finger was a millimeter away from her shoulder

“Oh, I’ve been home alone when Daddy has to go do business before.”

“That’s great, but you don’t mind if I help take care of you, do you?”

“Not at all.” She set the soap down and reached for her washcloth. Jaehyun took it from her and dipped it into the bath water before bringing it up to wash her shoulder. “Thank you.”

He nodded, gentle smile appearing as his dimple appeared. She giggled, feeling heat hit her cheeks. His hair flopped over his forehead.

The door locking sensation made her stomach flip.

Did she forget to do something?

The gentle touch of the washcloth moving down her arm unleashed a warmth into her chest. Mind clouded with fire, she tilted her head toward his, pressing her lips against his.

“Thank you for cleaning me, Daddy.”

Jaehyun’s hand dipped under the water, fingers pinching her nipple. Her cheeks burned as fiery blood rushed up faster to her head. A smirk crossed his lips as his eyes locked with hers.

“I want you all to myself, Princess.”

She shut her eyes as he kissed her again, this time harder, tongue licking her lips.

She was his, all his.

The End?

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Thank you for reading! Please enjoy Halloween!!

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rakumel · 9 months

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So I finally got around to finishing Pocky and Rocky Reshrined last night. (Finishing the Story Mode, at least.) What I had to do was unlock Easy Mode for Babies, which doesn't really change the difficulty but gives you infinite lives, so what you wind up doing - if you're me and your reflexes have slowed considerably - is essentially brute-forcing through the game.

So how does the new game compare with the old one I loved so much as a kid?

Well...hm. Overall I still like the new one, and don't regret paying for it. The graphics got a nice glow up, so it looks great. The controls felt a little sluggish - firing projectiles was ok, but moving and sliding around not so much. Or again, could just be me. They remixed the music, and it sounds fine. Doesn't really stand out though. Which is a little bit of a shame, as the music that played during the original Battle With Black Mantle is still one of my favorite background tunes, and I was pleased to hear it again in this version, but...eh, I dunno. The new version kind of lost the punch the original had, somehow.

The story in the original Pocky and Rocky was pretty straightforward. Black Mantle and and company were messing with Rocky's friends, Pocky and Rocky go straighten things out. In Reshrined, they put a few twists in.

There was a hint of that in the trailer, when the first boss of the original got defeated, then suddenly got blasted with Touhou lightning and got its bullet hell on for Round 2. But it wasn't really clear if they were simply retelling the old story in a new way, or if the new game was meant to be a sequel to the old. I think it's the latter - kind of. The old game canonically happened, but because of (spoiler reasons), it also didn't.

Hard to clarify without spoiling it, but...the first twists were interesting. But then it got a little too convoluted, and even ridiculous at points. The new characters were neat, but I also feel like we didn't really get to know them very well. Not that I was looking for super deep lore or anything, but...I dunno. There's one character in particular that you only play as in one level, then they show up again at the very end of the game, and that's it. We never see them again, and it feels a little like wasted potential.

Sure, I've unlocked Free Mode now, which means I can play through the game again as this character if I want to. But I don't know if that'll unlock any more of their story. Might be worth a try just to see.

So, maybe the reboot didn't knock my socks off and stay with me like the original did. But you know what? It's still pretty good, even if I can't react as quickly as I did when I was a kid, and I'm honest to God happy that enough people loved the original game for this remake to happen in the first place. If you'd asked me a few years ago what old games would get remade in the 2020's, Pocky and Rocky would never even have crossed my mind. It wasn't nearly as big as, say, Mario or Sonic or Megaman or Metroid or Final Fantasy or Legend of Zelda or... hell, a LOT of series. So yeah, it was a nice surprise.

I still haven't put together the piece on Pocky and Rocky 2, hoping to get to it sometime during the holidays when I have some time.

#raku plays her faves #raku plays her faves: pocky and rocky #pocky and rocky reshrined

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jmattsaunders · 1 year

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Ok some random thing I’ve been thinking about: I’m more of a Star Wars guy than a Star Trek guy, and I think I’ve figured out one of the big reasons why. One of my big critiques of Star Trek is that the Federation is supposed to be a post-scarcity society, meaning no one has to work to have their basic needs met, meaning that everyone has all the time they want to pursue their passions. It should be an era of unprecedented flourishing in the arts in all forms. It should be the Renaissance on crack. Yet we see zero evidence of that.

All the interiors in TNG look like a Holiday Inn from 1983. And save for Wesley’s ugly sweater collection, all the civilians wear gray jumpsuits. You have a machine capable of producing any object that ever existed on any known planet. Why aren’t you dressed like a pirate? With a sword? Every day? Lando lived as a smuggler on the fringes of the Empire and managed to have a cape collection.

Why does everyone lack imagination? I remember even as a kid watching reruns of TOS and the original run of TNG thinking how boring it must be to live then if you weren’t in Star Fleet. No one watches television or mentions movies or contemporary music or watches sports.

And don’t get me started on that stupid episode with Lt. Barkley that was all about, “YoU hAvE to LiVe in The REaL WoRLd. YoU Can’T ESCapE to A FanTAsY WoRLd on THe HolODEck.”

Dude, fucking watch me.

#star trek #st: tng #st: tos #star trek picard

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repurposedmeatlocker · 2 years

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Tagged by @mickgaydolenz (thank youuu) to do a tag game :3 might as well oblige.

Nickname: I guess my online moniker, “Moth”, would count as a nickname. Only in online circles though. Technically my irl name that is used most often is my nickname. I like my full name, but it’s a real mouthful. Recently one of my friends started to call me “Toni” which has also been cool.

Height: 4′11 : /

Last thing I googled: UM I am not going to say specifically because that would be a dox, but to keep it short I was looking up the address to my local CVS lmao

Song stuck in my head: “Jungleland” by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. Was listening to it last night : )

Amount of sleep: This is so messed up. I don’t think atm I really have a set amount of sleep. During school I’d say I usually get six hours at most. On weekends and non-work days I have nine hours. Recently though I’ve been sleeping about fifteen hours. I seriously don’t know. I’ve got to figure things out.

Dream job: Oh boy! I don’t know if I have a specific career in mind at the moment, but I know for sure I would like to work somewhere in a film related field. Film director for live-action and animation, screenwriter for live-action and animation, television screenwriter, editor, concept designer, storyboard artist...I’m not quite sure what exactly what I’d want to do, but I garner I still have a lot of time to figure that out. I don’t consider any of these things exclusive either. If I can do them all, I guess that would be a dream job.

Wearing: Pajamas! A Tintin T-shirt I got in Quebec, gray pajama pants, and gray fluffy house socks with a cat deign on the sides :3

Movie/book that summarizes me: Ok so I am going to put down a movie AND a book. For movie it would probably be Blade Runner (1982) by Ridley Scott. While it isn’t the film that initially got me interested in movies (that would have to go to The Great Escape), it is the one that I consider the most absolutely perfect. It’s whole presentation, narrative, themes, cinematography, etc. is just so inspirational to me and kind of my singular goal whenever I want to make something. For a book it would probably be Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut. If there is two things about me it is that I love stories that blend fantasy and reality, and I love stories with ambivalent main characters.

Current fav song: Probably “This Year” by The Mountain Goats.

Aesthetic: UMM I don’t know if I strictly subscribe to one lol. Most of the time I just wear a T-shirt and jeans with plaid shirt or various sweaters. To give myself more credit, I have been making efforts to wear things that make me happy or make me feel nice. I guess my visual aesthetic preference is a kind of 60′s - 70′s hippie look. Preference for underground psychedelic and kind of surreal art-nouveau design mixed with some vaporwave, dereality-type visuals from 2013-2014.

Fav author(s): Off the top of my head: Roald Dahl, Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Beatrix Potter, Sarah Vowell, Ken Kesey, Edgar Allen Poe, Jeff Smith...

Random fact: Uuuh...I’ve never been to Disney World??? And I don’t really care to ever go : )

Idk who to tag, so if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged by me : ) happy holidays to everyone who celebrates!

#thank youu #tags

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love-ridden-eyes · 9 months

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Happy new year- by me.

Another year at its end yet all I feel is grief

Grief spilled out I the form of numbers

When I cant seem to settle on a belief

Of how I should think.

The fireworks begin to explode

As my thoughts implode

I've lost out on a year

A year when I promised myself I'd be ok

The clicks of beer bottles

And the sound of hidden dismay

Because its a national holiday.

And they would rather fake happiness

And write meaningless resolutions

Than deal with the relative crapiness

Of their current situations.

And they get louder.

I promised myself I'd be ok this year

Yet I cannot bear The burden that I'm not

No matter how hard I try

I let myself rot

I'd rather die than fake it

No matter how much I take everyone's shit

I still feel empty

Too light

To heavy

To scared to fight the neverending cycle

Of every bang I hear.

To afraid to compensate

For my own sake and

To truly understand

Why I fave this ban

On my emotions.

And I begin to experience the hate of it

As the shouting gets louder

I find myself beginning to ponder

Why?

Why must they act prouder

As if they aren't the same as I?

Because its a 'happy new year'

But I refuse to think its happy

Because I've been lying to that familiar face

For far too long.

I have chosen to displace the reality

And to live in a fantasy

Of my own ecstacy.

And I am done.

And I gaze into the sky

And wonder how

Wonder why

It has come to this

The smiles the laughter,

Yet i cannot seem to find what I'm after

Yet its new years. And I should put that behind me.

Maybe I should let myself be.

But in turn I make others around me

Well, unhappy.

For I canot co exist in a world

That dosent fight for that.

And the booms begin to make the ground shake

Each one filled with hateful suggestions.

I cannot understand this enthusiasm to something so

Depressing.

Why bother dressing up

And making up

And fibbing to yourself.

You aren't happy, you are just imagining that.

And I think of all the people thst wish they were alive

To see what I am.

I feel guilty for wishing that.

For feeling that.

Even beside the feeling of grief

I choose to climb the heath

Yet it decides to get bigger.

Maybe to pull the trigger,

On a happy new year.

And im beginning to see the flaw

In this whole thing

Maybe if people bring

How they truly feel to the table

We could enjoy it

But people like me are unable

Since we are aware

Of the scare

That a new year brings.

The pressure

To find something that will measure

Up to their expectations.

And i wish i could be

Anywhere else.

As I slip into the hole

That I have created myself

I dont feel full

Yet hungry.

The year halted at a null

And dragged me with it

I had no option

But to comply

For I was told to be nice

And suffice

For what they wanted.

Even if I don't want that.

Because its for the greater good.

Yet it makes me blue.

And it is unbearable.

The noise

The lights

The poise these people carry.

Why celebrate?

When all you will do tommorrow is realise

The bad traits of your decisions.

And 1.

Where the sky opens up in a fit of light

And swallows me whole

Why fight?

I think.

The tears tumbling down my cheeks as I begin to tear

What I fear

Will come true

This year will be as terrible

As the two before.

I cannot live in a lie

Where i am supposed to enjoy

The sound of something so artificial.

I feel like a toy

Trapped in its ambitions

But hey, it's new years.

Why not crack a smile.

Because even after all of this,

That's what they expect you to compile.

[Apologies for the typos, this one was a bit rushed.]

#spilled thoughts #realisation #spilled poetry #literature #poetry #english literature #new years

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ramblesofthemyu · 2 years

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welcome to the endless holiday ! 🎀

☆ myu here! this is a sideblog for my oc ramblings! for those who don't know me, I go be she/her, im aroace, and i like to ramble abt ocs. a lot.

☆ main account

☆ pokemon: angel on ao3

☆ character masterpost

☆ tags!

☆ Pokemon: Angel (and everything else associated with it)

pokemon: angel (ongoing, 12/20) - normal angel tag, everything here will be spoiler free

pokemon: angel spoilers - anything to do with spoilers for angel

endless holiday - story taking place right after angel! will always be tagged as spoilers until angel finishes

seas + skies - for anything related to my fakemon region arawan, spoilers for angel will be tagged accordingly

penelope's diary, cherish, clover - all of these contain spoilers for angel! will be tagged accordingly

radiant (ongoing, 4/12) - for radiant, will likely not contain angel spoilers

first flight - prologue to angel, will likely not contain spoilers

☆ Fanstories

The Starchaser - ykw au featuring Anne, a girl who discovered a yo kai watch one day, and since then has dedicated herself to gathering power from turning yo kai into soul gems so she can protect her loved ones.

☆ Original stories

Daughter Earth - a tale of a newborn goddess who makes friends with a bunch of humans. a story about the value of life, and honoring the fallen. heavy major character death.

Bianca and the Mysteries of the Universe - a new story in the world of Daughter Earth, following Bianca, a high school senior looking to make the most of her last year of high school. After meeting Mode, a small devil who reveals to her the existence of supernatural beings, Bianca, along with her friends, follow the path of the now-wiped out New World Hunters to protect the world from the return of the old world order.

Lady Moira - the story of a teenaged girl, Margaret, who meets Moira, a vengeful spirit who was tasked to change the life of one of the living in order to enter the afterlife. A story about moving forward and helping one another.

At the End of Time - A young girl named Mini wakes up from a cryo pod and realizes that the end of the world is coming in only a month. As the last person on Earth, with only a little robot companion by her side, Mini comes to terms with her fate and the fates of all her loved ones.

Ballad of the Black Sheep - The princess of a kingdom ruled by a corrupt queen escapes into another world, similar to our own. Under the alias "Blackie," she bonds with two brothers and becomes part of their family. But while she wants to escape her past, she soon realizes that in order to protect what she loves most, she has to face her biggest fears.

Specter's Sands - VERY much a work in progress. After meeting the mysterious Eliobus, whose soul was sealed in an enchanted hourglass, Celine Asmonte goes on a journey across the kingdom to release him back into the Sea of Life.

☆ Other tags

lab 42 - i just scream abt ein, tesla and joyce here. possible fic sneak peeks too

pokemon swsh - any swsh rambles + angel stuff

pokemon sv - will include spoilers. possibly may include angel spoilers too

fantasy life oc - includes weiss (tailor weiss) and mal (wizard mal) art reblogged from mail

yo kai watch - spoilers for ykw1 and ykw2 probably, and the movie I guess. will also talk abt ykw ocs sometimes probably

myuudles - get it? myu? doodles? myuudles? haha im so funny, but anyways this includes both doodles and actual serious art

myu is a writer - writing tag, this is an injoke ok

myu answers asks - speaks for itself. asks.

myu's refs - character references (usually for artfight)

#pinned post!#pokemon: angel #the starchaser #daughter earth #lady moira #at the end of time #ballad of the black sheep #specter's sands #mysteries of the universe #lamb's slumber #edel house #the golden brewery

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tmisaccidentreportbook · 2 years

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MAG031, First Hunt

Case #0100912, Lawrence Mortimer Release date: August 11, 2016 First listen: 5th November, the walk home. Remember passing the diary farm yard gates at ‘a-hunting we will go’.

Ok, so. I’ve had a thought. If we exclude The Extinction, and just stick with the original 13, The Hunt is the last Entity to get a dedicated statement of its own. It’s at the very back at the pack… Feels appropriate.

Supplemental: No, you absolute donut, you forgot Trevor Herbert’s statement, MAG010! Ok, we’re gonna work this out, hang on. Ok, I think it’s between The Eye, not getting a solo shout until MAG023 but hinting at in MAG012 or The Spiral that does a lot of heavy lifting in MAG019 but doesn’t get a solo until MAG026.

- I have limited knowledge and understanding of America, so quick google of Blue Ridge, Virginia and the geography and ecology. Blue Ridge, Virginia is a bit of a vague description but the vibe is deciduous forest, snow caped mountain ranges, and big ol’ wildlife.

- ‘I always wanted to go hunting. It always seemed such a manly sort of pursuit.’ sigh Oh no… I’m not going to have much patience with this guy am I? There is merit to being able to sustain yourself in a wildlife survival situation but this feels like a bit of a fantasy fulfilment lads on tour. I don’t like it.

- I am mollified by the knowledge that he intends to be ‘cooking and eating what (he) kill(s)’, so at least it wasn’t big game trophy hunting.

- ‘…shooting pheasants with shotguns and riding down foxes all seemed too much the domain of, uh, nitwits in tweed.’ I am having so many feelings and none of them are favourable to this man. The fact that he feels he can throw this sort of judgement around is fucking baffling. Considering he’s got the money to travel to the other side of the world to play at being a ranger. I mean, don’t get me wrong, a lot of them are nitwits in tweed, but he’s got a lot of stones and that glass house looks awful delicate. Yup, so, full disclosure, yes, I’ve been fox hunting. When I was young and saw it as a big hack out with my friends rather than, y’know, hunting. But yeah, now I avoid meets and I’m the one standing between the hounds and the gosling field gate when the local hunt rolls over the estate. But this guy gets to retirement, with all his life experience and knowledge, and ths is what he does.

- ‘…where they had a few animals worth going after.’ I wanna slap this guy. You know what’s a fantastic alternative to trophy hunting? Photography. You’re still out in the sticks, you’re roughing it, you’ve got to look after your equipment, you need to track your quarry, you need to blend into the environment like a flipping sniper. And you can track anything and everything. And when you pull the trigger, everyone walks away.

- ‘…I thought, ‘dash it all,…’ I want to punch this man.

- ‘We’d met on a sceptics message board and got on like a house on fire.’ What sort of ‘sceptics message board’ exactly? I don’t think my lip has uncurled since I hit play on this episode.

- ‘I wasn’t exactly expecting the Grim Reaper to come knocking in the intervening months…’Oliver Banks? Babe? Do you take requests?

- ‘…see if we could find a deer or an elk for me to shoot. Nature, seclusion and guns – to my ears it sounded just perfect.’ I actively hate this guy. This isn’t about survival or adventure, this is a power fantasy.

- ‘I normally live in Torquay.’… This mother fucker’s got a second home, hasn’t he? He’s got two homes and one of them is in a coastal area that is famous for the fact that locals are being priced out of their own communities by people buying second holiday homes and hiking property prices.

- I find the fact that he finds Arden a bit too much hilarious, considering that Arden goes on to lose his life. So either Lawrence feels guilt for any unkind thoughts he may have had about the man, or he feels nothing and shows himself an arsehole.

- ‘Still, all was forgiven when he showed me his gun cabinet … To see a dozen, well-cared for weapons displayed proudly, well, it was just lovely.’ wretch

- Crabtree Falls gives us a start point on the Blue Ridge Parkway, Marion.

- ‘I was very excited to don my hunters orange, and to take up my rifle.’ He’s a kid… playing dress up…

- The Winchester Model 70 is a bolt-action sporting rifle, worth upward of £900 new. The Remington Model 673 was a bolt-action rifle that only was in production for a year before it was discontinued in 2004, again worth about £900 used.

- ‘I was something of a blundering presence … I was sure that it was my own crashing footsteps scaring away the creatures.’ All the gear, no idea. It really feels like he’s come into this, expecting the environment to bend around him.

- Having someone wondering around with no tools and no resources and nonchalantly reject assistance would be highly unnerving. It suggests to a skill set, an unusual skill set.

- ‘We answered as vaguely as we could without being rude, since neither of us felt comfortable near this man.’ Welcome to the female experience mother fucker.

- ‘Sniffing us,’ ‘Tomorrow will be a good day for a run’, let the dog see the rabbits.

- ‘Around two o’clock in the morning I could have sworn that I heard someone laugh, slow and softly, outside my tent.’ Like a beater worrying the undergrowth, sending the spaniels in, setting the birds on edge.

- ‘…I felt ten times better with the weight of the gun in my arms…’ distressed noises

- ‘… when I saw my elk.’ Oh heck, I’ve worked out what the vibe is that’s so wretched. It’s a Gaston energy and I’m breaking out in hives.

- ‘I could have sworn it looked me in the eye as I prepared to pull the trigger.’ There’s something powerful about a wild animal making eye contact with you. And deer species have culturally been so intrinsic to the mysticism of an ancient forests; the Great Forest Spirit of Princess Mononoke, the black hart and white doe in The Hobbit, the stag that grants wishes when caught in The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe, in Celtic and Arthurian legend. There’s part of me that hopes this forest weighs and measures him and finds him wanting.

- ‘…there was a messy hole in the centre of his throat, as though it had been torn out entirely. His rifle lay next to him on the ground…’ The shot that he heard was possibly fired in self defence rather than being what killed him, fired from a third weapon. The throat looking ‘torn out’ suggests that whatever was used, wasn’t a sharp edged instrument.

- ‘Then I heard that whistling. That infernal whistling…’ Who needs a hunting horn or the baying of hounds when a whistled child’s tune will do the job just as well.

- The zigzag running is a little odd. It could be that he’s moving to avoid any attempts to shoot him, but you tend to see zigzag running patterns in prey species, trying to out run predators.

- ‘I know I should have picked up my gun, but you can’t understand just how frightening it is to have something like that, a true predator, running at you full pelt.’ Enjoying that power dynamic flip, you enjoying it? But what if you were simply his human the same way that elk was your elk? It’s it all part of this manly pursuit?

- ‘You can’t understand what it is to be prey.’ … Ask anyone who isn’t male, white, cis/het and able bodied. Ask anyone…

- ‘I think he did it deliberately, you know. To let me know he was still there.’ It’s the chase, not the catch. It’s the chase.

- The psychology of sending him in a circle, it’s a chase but Lawrence may as well be in a snare.

- ‘…everything about him was sharper. His fingers, his teeth, his face, his eyes. His skin.’

- Never seen or read The Duchess of Malfi so giving it a quick google. Premiered 1613, written by John Webster, it’s… it’s a bit messy. Like ‘Twelfth Night levels of misidentification plus MacNope levels of murder’ messy. Incredible description though, ‘a wolf’s skin is hairy on the outside, his on the inside.’

- ‘I forget, did I mention my military background? Well, I used to be an officer in the Air Force.’ Oh my fucking god, that explains so much… Oh fuck, what ‘sceptics message boards’ were you on!??

- ‘I know the thrill of power that comes with the ability to end the life of something weaker than you-’ HISS, TEAR, REND, KILL, BITE, NO, NO, NO.

- No Jon, you’re not being hunted. You’re being besieged.

#The Hunt #the magnus archives #MAG031

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purplesurveys · 2 years

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When was the last time you did clay work/pottery? I can’t remember which year it was but it has to be around 2017 or 2018 when I went to this pottery session in Vigan. What I did turned out to be pretty good! but I had to leave it behind since they still had to bake it and we weren’t staying that long enough in the province.

Do you like art, hate it or just not mind it? I love art. I’m definitely not the type to analyze it and be familiar about art techniques and terms; I just really enjoy looking at it. I’m also starting to go to more art galleries and exhibits because of it, since for the longest time I only stuck to history museums.

If you had to choose would you prefer dull pain for 12hours or sharp for 2? I’d take the sharp for 2. I’m bad with pain.

Koala or Kangaroo? Hmm, kangaroos I guess.

Do you know the words to the national anthem of your country? Of course.

Is your country ruled by a president, prime minister, queen or other? President. One that I hate with every bone in my body, unfortunately.

Does blue occur in your national flag? Yes. Fun fact and I think I’ve shared this but have another round of it anyway: Blue is placed on the top half when the country is in a period of peace. If we’re at war we flip the sides so that blue is on the bottom and red is on top. Fortunately I’ve never had to live through seeing the flag have to be flipped.

Talking of flags. Do you like football/soccer? If yes, do you play and what position? I do not follow football at all.

Would you rather be a Model, Famous Scientist, Singer or Chef? I’d love to be a chef. That’s what my dad is but also - so I can feed myself endlessly.

Would you rather be a pilot, crime scene investigator or estate agent? Pilot!

Does making others happy really make you feel happy? It really does. So much so I’m always willing to sacrifice stuff on my own side just to make people happy. For the most part it’s harmless but there have been moments where this tendency of mine has ended up toxic for my wellbeing.

What colour literally doesn't appear in your wardrobe at all? Purple. As much as it’s one of my favorite colors, that doesn’t apply to the things I wear. Purple never really did look ok on me. Also pink.

Do you actually read the answers others give to your surveys? I don’t make surveys but yeah, I do go through people’s answers.

Did you ever swear at a teacher in school? Why? I have never sworn directly at a teacher. But I’ve definitely badmouthed some with friends.

Have you ever pricked your finger on Holly or another 'sharp' plant? Not my finger but other parts of my skin like my arm, yeah.

Speaking of Holly, do you adore Christmas or does it bug you? Neither. It’s more like I don’t really care for it and the reason it’s celebrated. I do like having that time to spend with extended family though, plus I always appreciate the 2-week work break the holidays are able to give me.

Have you ever wrote your own short story? What about a novel? Or perhaps you started and couldn't finish? I have definitely attempted to write one-shots before but they will never see the light of day, and I’m very grateful that my brain has forgotten their plots for me.

Do you prefer SciFi/Fantasy/Action/Horror or Rom/Com/RealLife? Like, when it comes to movies? I prefer ones with more realistic stories.

What do you have a lot of faith in [note: can be anything]? Activists.

Think of a material thing you want. Name it here (material, made or bought). Would $100/60 be enough for this item? How about $1000/600? What is 100/60 dollars? Anyway I’d like to have a loft bed - $100 is not enough for it but $1000 is definitely more than.

Would you rather have a big house, a lot of kids or a high flying job? I’d love a high-flying job as long as it doesn’t suck my soul dry.

Have you ever been to a creepy/haunted/abandoned place? What did it look like and what were the circumstances? Nah. I had the chance to, but I chickened out before I could step inside. It was a white abandoned house that was right across Laurice’s, when we came over to her place three years ago. What's your favourite dip? Mayonnaise or sour cream.

Chocolate Cookies or Fudge Brownies? Brownies, as long as you meant double chocolate cookies because I am not a fan of those.

I give you a little baby puppy. What do you name him? Would depend on their personality, which is always my attitude towards naming pets.

Is crime a big problem in your area? In this country in general, yes. Recently kidnappings and disappearances have been all the rage among people my age, but apart from that there’s also a whole lot of homicide and drugs and it certainly doesn’t help that the previous administration launched a violent drug war.

What's your town/city most well known for? Rice cakes and pilgrimages. Do you know a Jack? What's he like? How about a Lisa? What's she like? I don’t know anyone with these names.

Are most your friends older, younger or the same age as you? Mostly older since they’re friends from my org who entered college earlier than I did.

Do you subconsciously hang out with those with the same star sign as you or as each other, perhaps due to certain personality traits? Nope.

Name 5 objects that you don't have but would like right now? Stacks upon stacks of cute new clothes; a few pairs of new sneakers; a pair of AirPods; a projector in my room; and a waffle maker.

When you have children, would you like twins? It wouldn’t be the end of the world but I’d certainly be freaked out initially at the prospect of taking care of two infants at once. Do you know any twins? If so, what are they called? Vaguely. We had a couple of twin pairs in my high school.

If you were given the choice to choose your child's gender, would you? Yes, I’d love a girl.

What instrument would you love to learn how to play? Piano. I’d never stop playing if I only knew how to use it, I think.

Does the sound of knocking/tapping startle you? Yeah, it definitely can.

What's the scariest story/urban legend/creepypasta etc you heard? Maybe those stories on subreddits that have kids saying the creepiest shit, like how they somehow know they had a twin sibling die or suddenly name-drop a dead relative that’s never been mentioned around them.

Do you miss someone currently? No, I’m fine on my own right now.

When was the last time you were in hospital? What for? May 2020. Needed to get a blood test done for what ultimately turned out to be a UTI.

When was the last time you went to the dentist? Around July to get a wisdom tooth extracted. Then ate a chicken sandwich immediately after, lol.

Do you get along well with your family doctor/your doctor? We don’t have a family doctor. We kinda just go somewhere new every time.

What personality trait does nearly everyone in your family seem to have? We don’t handle confrontation well and always skirt around uncomfortable topics, if not ignore them altogether even if it’s the glaring elephant in the room.

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jeongjaebae · 4 years

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⇢ Jaehyun x reader ⇢ 9.3k | AO3 ⇢ a cute and funny holiday college AU (lowkey enemies to lovers)

To your utter surprise and dismay, there's your neighbour. The one directly across from you who keeps turning the decorating into a competition, who happens to be setting up the next batch of lights on their door at this very moment. And that kind of ruins the previously good mood you were in, so you open the door to give them a piece of your mind.

Why are you still here? Why are you still putting up decorations? Why are you turning this into a competition that I never asked to join—

"Why are you shirtless."

Or: There were three things you did not expect to encounter this holiday season. The first was to have someone else staying on campus over the winter break with you. The second, to have this person as your neighbour who tries to one-up you in Christmas decorations. The third, that this said neighbour would be hot.

Not going home for the holidays really wasn't the worst thing in the world. In fact, part of you was looking forward to doing whatever the heck you wanted without your roommates in the dorm, and not having any extended family members around to lie about having a good GPA or significant other to. Not that your GPA wasn't good, but the significant other category might need some work. Either way, you were excited to be able to finally bake Christmas cookies, decorate the entire apartment, and marathon your list of Christmas movies all while wearing your comfiest (ugliest) clothes and being sufficiently inebriated. There would be no one around to judge you while you screamed the lyrics to All I want for Christmas is You while dancing around in your pajamas. There would be no one around you for miles as even the RAs go home for the holidays.

It was like a dream come true.

"Today's going to be the day the rest of the door decorations go up," you announce to no one in particular. That's definitely another benefit of being all alone in this residence building—you could talk to yourself without sounding crazy. "They are long overdue so let's get this party started!"

There really weren't too many decorations left in your possession. You'd brought only a few things from home when you first moved in, like the cute ornament that looked exactly like your dog back home, a bow (for your hair but holiday decor takes priority right now), and a string of fairy lights that was originally for decorating your room but will now be taped onto the front door because you refuse to lose this unspoken decorations contest to the neighbour directly across from you.

This contest had begun a couple of weeks ago when you and your roommates had first put up a wreath on the door. It was already December at that point, so it wasn't exactly too early to start with the decorations, but with finals coming up none of the other students had decorated their doors. You'd thought the wreath that your roommate Rose brought was such a nice touch to remind everyone that the holidays were coming soon and that you'd all pull through with finals. Just a sign of hope and love and all the warm and coziness that you loved about Christmastime.

So when you opened the door later that afternoon and saw an identical wreath on your neighbour's door, you were stunned. You almost thought they stole it at first, but then seeing how yours was still there, that made you question some things. Maybe it was just a coincidence that they happened to have the same wreath, and they only put it up when they were reminded by seeing your wreath.

That was the first time, anyway.

A few days later, your roommates had brought out some pretty Christmas lights to wrap around the wreath. Again, it was just to lift the spirits of everyone during the dreadful time that is finals season. So you guys wrapped the lights carefully around the wreath, making sure that no one would trip on extension cords or anything like that. It ended up looking really nice and you were kind of proud of your festive door.

Until you saw your neighbour's door that also had an added string of Christmas lights.

Even worse, theirs did not simply wrap around the wreath like yours did but framed the entire door instead. It was as if they drew around the door frame with a highlighter because now all the attention would go straight to their door and leave yours completely drowned out.

The third time it happened was with the ornaments. You'd put your dog ornament on the wreath along with the other objects that your roommates had brought, some of which were pretty questionable (Rose's sparkly bottle cap, Jihyo's homemade felt gingerbread man, and Miyeon's earring?), but the overall vibe was still nice. It made the hallway feel more Christmassy than before and you knew that your copycat neighbour would not be able to mimic this.

But somehow they did.

You'd been trying to catch a glimpse of this lame neighbour through the peephole of your door all day, but the moment you stepped away for a much needed bathroom break, that's when their ornaments went up. You had come back from your under 30 seconds of a break and looked through the peephole and gawked at those twinkling ornaments—proper Christmas ornaments! The neighbour had hung them on the string of lights framing the door so that the lights bounced off and looked even brighter, shinier, warmer.

It also made you want to punch a wall.

That had been the week before finals. Your roommates were out of decorations at that point and you wanted to channel your anger into studying, so nothing had been done about the decorations. Unsurprisingly, your neighbours also did not add anything else to their door decor, which definitely squashed any chance of coincidence.

But now that everyone has gone home for the winter break, you were determined to put up the most extravagant decorations and have your neighbours come back to their defeat. The fairy lights in your room were ready for the world to see as you blasted a playlist of Christmas songs at decibels much higher than normally allowed. You had the tape in hand and were ready to go into battle. The door still had a ton of space below the wreath, so you started there and created a Christmas tree shape with the lights, taping them at every corner with the little battery holder acting as a base of the tree. Your bow hair accessory went at the very stop as a makeshift star, and you ripped out a sheet from your spiral lab notebook and cut off the ripped side to use as tinsel for this makeshift tree. It looked nice and cute and was definitely cooler than any traditional decorations.

"Okay, now that that's done I can finally get on with the Christmas cookies," you say to yourself.

The rest of the day was spent on baking some cute sugar cookies using Miyeon's cookie cutters of various non-holiday shapes, and some red and green food colouring which turned your icing into pink and green. So much for Christmas vibes. They were still cute though.

But just after you put the cookies in the oven, that's when you hear the creaking of a door and some shuffling sounds. You even turn down your music the slightest bit to hear what was going on because who could possibly still be here in this building? You had been certain that everyone would be going home and you hadn't heard a sound in days.

To your utter surprise and dismay, there's your neighbour. The one directly across from you who keeps turning the decorating into a competition, who is setting up the next batch of lights on their door at this very moment. You watch for a few seconds through the peephole as this mysterious competitor adjusts the lights on the door just slightly below the wreath, so all you could see was a hand.

And that kind of ruins the previously good mood you were in, so you open the door to give them a piece of your mind.

Why are you still here? Why are you still putting up decorations? Why are you turning this into a competition that I never asked to join—

"Why are you shirtless." You eye him up and down, the sight in front of you temporarily distracting you from the long speech you were planning on bombarding him with. "Um, that's so rude? You're basically giving everyone totally unsolicited naked pictures of you and your...abs, embedded into their minds forever."

That doesn't seem to startle him at all, as he simply stares back at you without missing a beat. "And," he looks at you up and down too, "your ugly Christmas sweater will be ingrained into my mind forever."

"Excuse you?" You weren't even wearing an ugly Christmas sweater though; this was just one of your regular cozy sweaters. "Well, is it hot in here or is it just you?" you spit out, the words dripping with sass.

Wait. What.

That came out totally wrong and was not at all how it sounded in your head.

He pauses for a second too but just breaks into a chuckle. "Why, thank you."

"I meant hot! In your apartment! You're the only one feeling the heat since you're clearly hot enough to be shirtless in the middle of winter!"

The corners of his lips raise the slightest bit along with an eyebrow, and that's when you knew he caught on to the last bit of what you said. "I'm hot enough to be shirtless?"

"You are not hot, okay? Like, opposite of hot. You're so freezing cold that I am going to leave before I get hypothermia" you lied through your teeth. Anyone who could say that he's not hot would be lying but that doesn't mean you'd ever admit it.

"So I'm too cool for you?"

"Bye, boy."

And with that you slam your door shut and collapse right against it.

That's the neighbour who's been secretly competing against your holiday decor? You hadn't pictured anyone in particular when you thought about the lame neighbour putting up decorations on their door, but this guy has got to be the farthest thing possible from anything in your realm of expectations. Even though you spent most of that interaction avoiding looking at him at all, you definitely saw enough. More like too much. But surely a guy who looks like every girl's quarterback frat boy crush with muscles like The Rock couldn't possibly be interested in being less than five feet away from Christmas decorations? And what was he still doing here anyways, away from all the friends and family back home?

On top of that, now you had to continue this dumb contest for the rest of the break since you refused to let someone like that win at this.

***

The next day consisted of waking up to a drained laptop battery, your list of Christmas movies marked as complete, and no memory of having watched any of them because you'd fallen asleep near the beginning of the movie marathon. Cookies were left half eaten on the plate with crumbs everywhere and your mug had stains from the dried remnants of hot chocolate. It takes you a minute to collect yourself and for a good while, you'd forgotten about the awkward encounter with shirtless neighbour.

Until you hear him singing.

It wasn't a song that you recognized but that didn't matter because you were dazed. Firstly, that boy could sure sing. Yesterday his talking voice hadn't left any impressions on you probably because he hadn't said much and you were too busy noticing the insults that came out of that mouth, but his singing voice today is a whole different story. It's fairly deep but somehow still soft, and its timbre fits perfectly with the smooth R&B song he's singing. Of course you'd never admit it, but this was such a turn on and you did not know how to handle this information.

And secondly, it turns out the walls were not as soundproof as you thought, which meant he probably heard everything from your high notes screaming session to you talking to yourself about beating that dumbass neighbour at this stupid decorating contest. It was embarrassing, to say the least, but on the other hand, if he'd heard you through the walls then maybe he would know better than to sing and risk having you hear. Well, unless he's turning that into a competition too which may be a good possibility given how competitive he seems.

After eating an abnormally late breakfast at 3pm, you went to take out the large pile of trash that was overflowing the garbage can. It was long overdue but had just become an object in the background as everyone went through finals in the past few weeks. In short, it stank and was ruining your holiday mood.

There was something else that was ruining your holiday mood though. The first thing you see when you open the door to go take out the garbage... was your shirtless neighbour. Only he wasn't shirtless this time; he had a tee on but was still exposing those toned arms as he was, to your disbelief, still putting up some more decorations on their door. It seems like he actually did not copy your fairy lights idea yesterday because today he's taping up Christmas gift wrapping paper on the door. As if his apartment was a gift to anyone! You were sure that was a fire hazard or something but there were no RAs around to even report this to.

He freezes when you open your door and makes the most awkward eye contact with you for a few seconds too long.

"Wow, nice to see you in a shirt today," you say with heavy sarcasm dripping off those words. "Feeling kind of cold?"

"Nice to see you too." He doesn't take the bait but entirely changes the subject, a neutral but inviting expression on his face. "Hey, are your roommates here too?" And the dimples. Ugh, you could not look away from the dimples.

"What?" You pause. "Why?"

"Oh it's nothing, but I just keep hearing you talking to someone."

That's when it was your turn to freeze like a deer in headlights.

The thin walls. The singing this morning. Was it all so that he could make fun of you talking to yourself?!

"Excuse you? Just so you know, I still have more decorations that are much better than your corny wallpaper here. You aren't a gift, boy."

He simply chuckles but then gives you such a blinding smile. You hadn't paid attention to his face yesterday but with the shirt on today, it was a little easier to observe this competitive neighbour. And his smile, wow. "I'll be looking forward to seeing those."

Then you close the door and completely forgot about taking out the trash. Not the way this happens each time because of how much he infuriates you! But now it was too late to go out there because you'd be forced to run into him again, so you decided to wait until after he was done his door.

***

The video call comes at a good time as you'd finished a couple of Christmas movies and your fancy homecooked dinner of mac and cheese. It's not unexpected as your best friend and roommate, Rose, probably has some updates for you after her wild family gatherings.

"Hey, girl! How's it going?" You pick up on the first ring. You were surprisingly glad for the human interaction after being alone for nearly a week, but you suspect that her main motive for calling was to sneak away from her family holiday party.

"Wow, look at you all dressed up in festive pajamas!" She squeals. "They're so cute!"

"Thanks girl! Gotta be festive around here." Maybe you'd be embarrassed if it were anyone else on that video call, especially if they were all dressed up like Rose today, but she's been your best friend since middle school and you've all seen each other in plenty of embarrassing outfits on the daily. "How's your holiday going?"

"It's been good but pretty tiring. You would not believe the amount of drama my cousin has been trying to start." Rose breaks out into a chuckle. "But how have you been surviving there all alone without us?"

"Christmas movie marathons and cookies all day! It's been so nice to finally get a break from school and people, you know? Oh, except there's this annoying neighbour still here who keeps trying to compete with me for best decorated door or something." You roll your eyes. "Can you believe it? Who would do such a thing?"

"Oh, he's still doing that?"

"Yeah, unfortunately? I keep running into him too, like every time I step out—wait. You know him?"

She stares at you for just a second too long before responding. "W-what do you mean?"

"You asked if he's still here, but I hadn't even mentioned this neighbour's gender or anything yet."

"Oh nah," she brushes it off, "I didn't mean anyone specific but... Y/N?"

"Yes?"

Her voice drops down to a whisper as she leans in towards the camera. "Are you talking about Jaehyun?"

"Jaehyun?"

"You know, the one who looks like he should be walking the runway even in sweats and a tee."

You don't say anything but shoot her a questioning look.

"Oh come on. Broad shoulders, toned arms, probably has abs. Dimples and a nice face to top it off?"

"His name is Jaehyun?" you say lamely. "Wow, I was expecting something cooler. Like even Jay or something."

"So he is who you were talking about? Isn't he so hot?"

"Well," you hesitate. You would never admit that you actually saw the abs that she was imagining. Or that he does indeed belong at a photoshoot way more than he does in front of his door hanging ornaments. "He's okay I guess?"

"Just okay?"

You nod slowly. "Why? Don't tell me you... like him or something."

"What? No, Y/N, of course not! He's in my bio tutorial and we happened to bump into each other while walking back to the dorm one day, but that's it. Nothing to worry about."

"Okay, sure?" you say, unconvinced.

"Seriously! He's interested in someone else, okay?"

"You guys are close enough for him to tell you that?"

"I—" Rose stops and turns around to look behind her. "Shoot, my cousin found me. Sorry Y/N, I gotta go! Bye—"

Then the call ends. Even though you definitely did not see her cousin in the background.

It was nice to talk to your best friend again, but that conversation leaves you feeling strange. You're confused as to why she would word vomit about how hot Jaehyun was, then immediately try to convince you that she didn't like him in that way. You've all had crushes throughout the years and told each other eagerly about them, so why was she adamantly denying this one? If this had been a conversation in person, you'd probably be able to tell whether she was telling the truth or not based on the appearance or absence of stars in her eyes, but it was difficult to tell since it was a low quality video call after all. Maybe you'll grill her about it once she gets back.

That wasn't all though. There was a feeling you couldn't quite pinpoint, but it wasn't positive. Maybe you were slightly bothered by the fact that Rose hadn't told you about this crush? Or maybe you were feeling left out because she somehow knew this rival neighbour really well while you were left in the dark, trying to figure out who kept copying your Christmas decorations. That's probably it—you were disappointed that Rose hadn't told you that she knew the culprit all along!

Then another thought hits you when you're least expecting it. He's single. It's something that never even crossed your mind since you just started assuming that hot people at this age were all off the market and you'd die all alone. Not that him being single has anything to do with you not dying alone, but maybe Rose has a chance now if she really liked him. Nah, she's too good for a cutthroat Christmas decorator like him.

After washing your stack of dirty dishes in the sink, you finally take out the trash but not before checking for enemies through the peephole. Luckily enough, shirtless neighbour, Jaehyun, was not there. Unfortunately enough, his door actually looked quite nice with the wrapping paper on it. He chose one on the simpler side so that it wouldn't clash with the ornaments but it matched with the lights on the doorframe so well that it made you feel warm and fuzzy inside for just a second until you remembered whose door this was.

And then you remembered the bluff you so confidently stated earlier today.

So now you find yourself staring at the storage box at the top shelf of your closet because of that bluff you'd made so confidently earlier. The reality was that you weren't sure if you even had anything useful in this storage box but had to check for the sake of that bluff. You refused to lose to him at decorating, but even more than that, you refused to admit that he was right. So up the step ladder you went, standing so carefully as to not tip over and fall while dragging down everything with you. The top shelf was still quite high despite your height boost and tiptoes were still needed to reach the big cardboard box. You hoped that it was at least light but don't quite remember what you'd packed in there, so you grabbed it by the two sides and began slowly shifting it towards the edge of the shelf.

The last thing you register was hearing your own voice. Screaming very loudly.

Adrenaline coursing, blood roaring, heart pounding. You don't feel the impact as you hit the carpeted floor, nor the step ladder and the storage box and all the other items in your closet tumbling after you. It becomes a big mess on the floor of your room, looking like the closet vomited out half its contents. Unfortunately, most of it was on top of you so the clothing did nothing to cushion your fall. You would probably be feeling the ache tomorrow but for now, there was something even worse to deal with.

"Are you okay?" a voice suddenly asks. You nearly scream again. "What's going on?"

"I—um." The state of shock was still affecting your mind, so you simply decided to point up for your not-shirtless neighbour to see. "Spider."

And there it was, all of its eight legs attached to your wall right beside the box you were getting. You could've touched it! Your hand totally could've brushed it! The thought of it makes you squeeze your eyes shut and suppress a shiver.

"Wow, a big one," he says as he looks around and finally decides on some random tissue you had lying on your desk. He kills it in one swift motion, making sure not to leave any of its... bodily remains on your wall. Then he goes to dispose of it as you sit there wondering if this was all a dream and that someone actually dealt with your spider problem and made it look so easy.

Despite the rivalry between the two of you, at that moment, there was nothing more attractive than a guy who could kill bugs for you. The abs were just a bonus.

"All gone; nothing to worry about now." Jaehyun reaches out a hand. "But are you okay? That sounded like quite the fall."

"Yeah, just fine." You gingerly take his hand as your head is still spinning and he pulls you out of the giant pile. You're thankful for his firm grip but what you notice instead is how soft and big his hand is.

He catches you when you stumble. "Careful," he puts his arm around you and guides you to the bed. "Wait, you're bleeding."

"What?"

"Stay right here. I'll go get a first aid kit."

You sigh as he leaves, suddenly feeling exhausted and actually glad to be taken care of for once. The thought of Christmas decorations leaves your mind and is replaced by the feeling of his arm around you, the faint smell of his body wash, how he reached the spider so easily without even stretching too far and certainly without using the step stool. And now he's getting a first aid kit for you? This definitely must be a dream.

"You didn't hit your head, right?"

Oh. Right. That was probably why your thoughts are all strange.

Jaehyun settles into the chair opposite you, alcohol wipe and cotton swab in hand. "This cut must've been from the corner of the box. Might sting a bit."

You hardly paid attention to anything he just said because suddenly there's the way he leans towards you so, so closely. The rest of the world starts to blur into the background as you feel his hand gently brush your skin, the worry and care in his eyes so genuine. Any feelings of self consciousness seem to melt away, the close distance between you not uncomfortable but rather perfect for slowly leaning in and—

"Ow!" you hear in your own voice again. He'd started cleaning the area on your left cheek with the alcohol wipe and it was the sting that seemed to jolt you from the strange thoughts.

Maybe you really did hit your head because what was all that?

"Sorry," he flashes a smile and has the audacity to laugh at your pain. "Need to make sure this won't get infected."

"You brought this first aid kit from your place?" you ask dully.

"Well, didn't know where you keep yours so..." He opens a tube of ointment and squeezes it carefully onto the cotton swab.

"Wait, how did you even get here in the first place? No, why did you come here?"

The smile on his face only grows. "Your door was unlocked, obviously. And I heard you scream followed by several loud thuds. Is that good enough?"

"Yeah, but why did you come here? I would've been just fine."

"I had to make sure that my lovely neighbour wasn't dead, alright? Otherwise who's going to continue our little holiday contest and lose?"

"Okay, first of all, you would lose. Second, you should've left me for dead," you grumble. "No one wants to participate in your stupid contest."

"Oh, come on. I thought you were enjoying it since you promised to show me all the decorations you still have." He opens a bandage and places it ever so gently on your cheek. "All done."

"I could've done that myself you know."

At that, he raises an eyebrow at you, grin still plastered on his face. "You really would've killed that spider that caused all of this?"

"How dare you—I might've? But you caused all of this actually. If it weren't for that dumb competition then why would I be up in my closet looking for that box of stuff?"

It was true enough. You wouldn't have looked for this box and you wouldn't have seen that spider. And he would absolutely not be here dealing with you battle scars.

"Oh." Surprisingly enough, that smile he had on disappears and he actually looks kind of guilty. "I'm sorry."

"Right."

"No, really. I feel bad that this happened because of something so silly. Let me make it up to you; no more competitions, no more decorations."

You almost heave a sigh in relief after hearing those words. It was like a dream come true as you've wanted nothing more than to have this decoration obligation off your back, though not if it was because he assumed you were going to lose.

So you're still suspicious.

"And how exactly are you going to do that?"

"Hmm. Let me treat you to a meal?"

You look him up and down. "I'd rather stay in."

"We can stay in and get takeout or delivery?"

"I'd rather eat alone."

"Oh come on." He has the audacity to pout at you now. "What's the point of spending the holidays alone?"

"Well, actually I've been having a lot of fun on my own."

"But doesn't it get... lonely?"

Maybe. You shake your head. "Not really."

He heaves a dramatic sigh. "How about just one night? And if you really hate it that much then I won't bother you again."

You sigh too, equally as dramatic. "Fine. But only because I'll get to beat you at whatever games you have planned."

"I'd love to see that." The grin is back on his face in full force, dimples and eyes both seeming to twinkle.

"But why do you even want to spend time with me?"

"Well, we're the only two people on campus and we happen to be neighbours?"

You stifle your laugh at his goofy expression. "Okay, fine. Please don't make it weird though."

"Weird how?"

"You know, those apocalyptic stories about the last two people on earth having to do you-know-what in order to survive and procreate and all that."

If he had a drink in his mouth, you're sure it'd be sputtering out by the way he half laughs and half chokes.

"Um, no. I have not heard of anything like that, but I think we can confirm that I'm not the one making it weird right now."

"Hey, you were the one rude enough to go walking around shirtless!"

"I'm just kidding." He smiles that dazzling dimpled smile again. "No competitions, no decorations, and no weirdness. Deal?"

You purse your lips. "Deal, but also, shirts are a must. And pants. Don't you dare pull anything funny."

"Deal. Oh, but before I forget," he pulls out his phone and unlocks it. "I hope this isn't considered part of the weirdness."

"Hmm." It's the 'add new contact' page on his phone that he hands you, of course. "I'll let you off the hook just this once."

You add your name and number as well as a description of 'your amazing neighbour who's better at decorating' before handing it back to him.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm—"

"Jaehyun."

"You remem—you know my name?" His eyes widen, an eyebrow raised.

You shrug. "Yeah, Rose gave me your name."

"Rose talked to you about me?" Eyes flicker briefly and the corners of lips settle into a sort of frown. "What else did she say?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because—why were you guys even talking about me?"

"She literally called to say that there is absolutely nothing going on between you guys." You roll your eyes at just remembering that strange conversation. "But in any case, I'll have you know that I think she's way too good for you."

"And I'll have you know that there's absolutely nothing going on between her and me," Jaehyun crosses his arms, eyebrows furrowed. Yet at the same time he somehow looked relieved, body slack against the wall and not tense like a moment ago.

"Whatever you say," you shrug. "Oh, but she did mention there's someone you're interested in."

"What?!"

You definitely save his name in your phone as 'stupid shirtless decorating neighbour'.

***

The next few days consisted of some simple exchanges through text. The hangout was planned for Christmas Eve which was still a few days away, and as much as you didn't exactly want to be talking to him, you find your gaze wandering to your phone whenever it lights up with his name flashing across the screen.

Yes, it was just a hangout, not a date. You'd be staying in, acting casual, and there would be no weirdness involved as the two of you had agreed. Besides, you didn't even like him. At this point you could only bring yourself to admit that he was quite attractive and that your annoyance with him might've died just a little when you watched him save you from the spider and treat your wound. But now there was a new annoyance stemming from how rudely this guy was showing off all of his perfection (all six feet of it!) right in your face. Who does he think is he? You just know that you're lucky he isn't in any of your classes because this competition might've started way earlier with test grades or whatnot.

The point was that you couldn't wrap your head around why he would suddenly want to hang out with you. Based on his previous actions, it was to probably beat you in various video games or in something that should not even be a competition.

You decide to video call Rose to ask her for advice on how to better prepare you for this war.

"Did I interrupt?" is the first thing you say when Rose's face comes on the screen. She seems to be at the table in the middle of a meal, but it didn't look like a restaurant nor did you recognize it as anywhere in her house. "I can call back later."

"Nah, it's fine! How are things going on your side?"

Before you could answer, you see a guy walk into the frame. And recognize him immediately. You lower your voice, "Are you with our TA?"

"Um..." She only shrugs at you but you could see her flashing a smile at the guy who walks out of the frame. Who you're sure is the TA of your psychology class.

"Rose, are you on a date with our TA?" you whisper.

"Sorry, I'll be right back," she says to him, before the background changes and you could see her walking to a different room. "Okay, yes, you caught me."

"How long has this been going on for?"

"Not long at all! It's a long story though and I'll tell you in person first thing when I get back. But hey, didn't I tell you that there was nothing going on between me and Jaehyun?"

"That's the first thing you decide to bring up?"

"Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew." She rolls her eyes. "Anyways, how are things going over there?"

You sigh deeply, ready to launch into the drama that is your life. "I may or may not have a hangout with him in a couple of days."

"What?!" she shrieks, making you nearly throw your phone. Her loud voice also invokes an 'are you okay?' from your TA, which you still could not wrap your head around. "Wow, that was quick."

"Calm down, girl, it's just a hangout. And yes, it's way too quick because I don't even know him? Don't know why he would want to hang out but I'm guessing it's probably to turn everything in a competition."

"Just because of that thing with the door decor?" She laughs. "I think you're reading too much into it. Just enjoy the holidays with some company! Besides, how do you know he doesn't want this to be a date?"

"Well, we agreed that there would be nothing weird, and also, doesn't he like someone already? So it'll just be chill and casual."

"Where are you guys going for this?"

"Literally nowhere," you stifle a laugh at the thought, "just his place right across the hall."

She snorts, "Oh man, good luck to him cleaning that up."

"Why, is it like super messy or something?" You wouldn't be surprised as it's a boys' dorm after all.

"Y/N, it's a next level mess in there, and nothing sparks joy. Trust me, Marie Kondo would definitely lose her mind seeing that mess of a place."

"You've been over to his place?"

"For a bio project! You'd think he could've picked the library or something but no, I had to trip over multiple piles of clothes lying around." She rolls her eyes, a smile on her face. "Sorry, I shouldn't be talking to you about all this. Don't worry! It'll be fun."

"I sure hope so?" You raise an eyebrow at her.

"Well if you really want to keep up with this contest of yours, I have an idea. I mean, only if you want to get back at him for the decorating thing or whatever stunt he pulls. Just in case."

"Um. I'm listening."

She leans closer to the camera, looking ready to spill some big secret. "You guys should make it a formal event. Get all dolled up—don't give me that look; I know you've missed dressing up since before finals. Anyways, get your fancy dress and makeup on and see who can clean up better. I know you've got some skills, so this is something you'd definitely win."

"But we're not even going out," you whine, "it's literally going to be twenty feet away."

"It's just an excuse to dress up, Y/N. Besides, if it's at his place you won't be freezing in your dress."

"I don't know—I feel like this kind of violates our 'nothing weird' rule."

She shrugs, "Well, it's only a competition if you're winning." Then she flashes you one of her hundred-watt smiles. "Just ask him. Okay, I gotta go. Talk to you soon?"

"Yeah, sure."

***

Jaehyun agrees to it, to your surprise.

You're not sure what kind of reaction he had as it was all done through text, but he didn't ask anything and just went along with it.

When Christmas Eve finally comes around, you pick out the most glamorous dress in your closet with some pieces of jewelry to match with it. The silvery material shimmers and glitters, bouncing light in so many directions it seems to make you radiate a type of confidence you could only wish you had. It was something you've never even worn before because of how revealing it was, but you'd brought to college with you in case of special events. And well, even though this was definitely not a special event, it still turned out to be a good decision because maybe you'd be able to beat him at his own game of so rudely showing off.

But the moment you knock on his still gift-wrapped door is when you knew that these contests never go very well for you.

"What. Is. All. This." were the first words out of your mouth as you stood there in shock. In fear. In awe.

"Hmm? You said you wanted it to be a fancy event, so I just made it fancy...?"

"I—"

You had no words for this.

The lighting was dimmed with only the flickering candles on a tabletop and fairy lights swirling right above it creating a soft glow in the room. There was a beautiful red tablecloth with expensive looking plates ready to be served with whatever food was behind the delicious smell remaining in the air. A bottle of red wine and empty wine glasses. His apartment was spotless and not at all what you imagined it to look like, especially after Rose's spiel the other day about how messy it was. You don't doubt he spent a lot of time and effort to clean the place and set all this up, but this was way beyond anything your imagination could've thought of.

And lastly, there was him. If you'd just expected him to simply have a shirt on, he definitely went above and beyond the low expectations you had. Here he was standing in a white dress shirt tucked into black dress pants. Sleeves rolled up. Hair gelled up and slicked back. There was no ounce of imperfection in him or in this entire set up, and suddenly the outfit you picked out seems so insignificant. You could already taste the disappointment of losing a battle you'd had all intentions of winning.

Another thing that worried you was that this didn't look like the setting for a hangout. This looked like the type of place rich people eat at, where proposals happen, where anniversaries are celebrated, where you might even run into a celebrity. You definitely shouldn't have listened to Rose's advice because now it just seems like you played yourself.

"Do you not like it?"

"No, it's fine but Jaehyun, it's just—a little weird."

"A little weird? Yeah, I thought so too." He looks down, leaning against the wall as if unsure where he was supposed to go, what he was supposed to do. Not that far from your own situation.

"I shouldn't have asked for this fancy hangout," you say under your breath, then quickly change the subject before things continued down this slippery slope of awkwardness. "Anyways, I don't see a tree in here. What happened, Mr. I-have-better-decorations-than-you?"

"No tree this year, but I do have a gingerbread kit?"

"And what, were you going to put that on your door too?" You roll your eyes at him. "Let's put it together it right now."

"It was definitely an option but you're the one who wanted the fancy date." He shrugs at you innocently.

"I just wanted a chance to dress up, okay? You can't possibly comment on this," you gesture at the dress, "the way you made fun of my sweaters."

There's no expression on his face as he gives you a glance over then quickly looks away. "You look...good."

"Thanks, I know." You do a hair flip in his face just for emphasis. "Okay, let's get to it! And would you turn some lights on already?"

It turns out, decorating a gingerbread house became a lot like decorating the door to your apartment. Unintentionally. It's not like you were highly competitive by nature, but there's something about his calm demeanour, his laidback gaze, and the way his lips curl at the corners that irks you because you wanted to break down those walls and see something real. Who does he think he is, looking and acting so perfect on your supposedly casual hangout?

Besides, it wasn't your idea to see whose side of the gingerbread house looks better.

"We must look so silly doing this," you comment. "Two people all dressed up in fancy clothes just to build a gingerbread house."

"It's totally part of today's itinerary of fancy activities. Just look at how fancy my side is?" He turns the tray so you could see it. "It's looking like a mansion over here."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him but you'd expected nothing less. "Then I guess it would suck if someone decided to ruin it."

Holding his gaze as if a challenge, you take the tube of pink icing in your hand and squeeze it generously all over his side of the gingerbread house. It was like a thick coat of fluffy pink clouds on the roof, in the yard, and all over the windows.

His jaw drops. "You. Did. Not."

"I think I did," you tease, the biggest smile you've worn in days on your lips from just getting a reaction out of him. "And I'll do this too." He definitely does not expect it when the huge blob of the pink icing on your finger gets dabbed onto his cheek.

"You're not getting away with this, Y/N." That's the last thing Jaehyun says before he starts chasing you down with a tube of blue icing in his hands.

Then it becomes a game of running around the apartment in circles, occasionally getting close enough to place another wad of icing on him but also for him to cover you with it. Until you decide to grab the icing sugar and use that as your next weapon.

The first pinch of it lands on his face and coats it like a foundation far too light. The image of him— stopped in his tracks, lips pursed and trying to blow the sugar off, blinking with disbelief—was enough to supply you a year of happiness so that's when you let your guard down and pause to wholeheartedly laugh at him. But that's also when the icing sugar came flying at you.

In the end, both of your fancy clothes and tidied hair ended up being coated with icing sugar, as well as the apartment he'd put so much effort into cleaning. And you didn't mind at all for it worked in giving you a glimpse of someone real behind the mask of perfection that he had been wearing in the few times you'd seen him so far. Someone who isn't just abs and a pretty face, nor just competitions and winning.

Basically, someone you could like.

Dinner passes by in a breeze with delicious foods and surprisingly easy conversation. Maybe it should've felt like an awkward first date with how little you knew about each other and how you've barely seen each other before this point, but it wasn't like that at all. It was hard to define because it wasn't quite like talking to an acquaintance, yet friendship would be too tight of a term to describe this relationship. He felt familiar, like an old friend that you knew you could share everything with despite knowing him no better then a stranger. But perhaps that was from the amount of wine you both drank; while it wasn't your drink of choice, it was definitely helpful in facilitating a lot of laughter as you kept breaking out in giggles and he definitely couldn't keep a straight face.

Time was slowing as the two of you collapsed on the couch afterwards, satisfied from a hearty meal. You found yourself suddenly dreading the inevitable end to your time here, though the warmth of the wine pushes that thought away.

"If we were outside, that would've totally been a snowball fight," you mention, looking out the window where fluffy snowflakes started to float through the air. It seemed like a Christmas miracle for it to be snowing so unexpectedly but maybe this year will give you a beautiful white Christmas.

The corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles so brightly even with the dim lighting of the room. "Then we could've also been making snow angels or a fort."

"Sorry for dirtying your floor though." You couldn't help but giggle. "It was so clean before all this."

"Don't worry, this isn't even as bad is it usually is," he confesses with a laugh.

"Yeah, Rose told me all about that."

"She did? Oh I'm so going to kill her."

The two of you burst out laughing at that, leaning over in a way that has your hand lightly brushing against his.

"It's not all terrible though. It almost looks like it snowed in here too," you say, admiring the sprinkles of icing sugar scattered all across the floor that looks nothing like actual snow, but it's nice to think of it that way. "Icing sugar everywhere."

Everything you look at seems to glow and sparkle with the heat of the wine still swirling through your body, heart racing, cheeks hot, the world spinning just slightly. And it's not like you were completely drunk, but instead it felt more like you were drunk on life with small, happy thoughts bubbling through your veins—how cozy this place was, how it's the holidays, how you actually enjoyed spending time with Jaehyun and how things turned out much better than you could've possibly imagined. It was nothing like the image of competitive gaming with the frat boys that Rose had put in your mind; this was the most romantic thing that anyone's ever done for you even if it wasn't intending to be more than a casual hangout.

Then there was how attractive Jaehyun looked as he's seated right beside you, hair dishevelled from earlier, a faint pink dusting his face, shirt unbuttoned just low enough to expose the top of his chest. Icing sugar at the corner of his lips where a faint smile rests.

When you look back up, his eyes meet yours and you have to urge to quickly look away, cheeks blazing from knowing you'd been caught staring a moment too long. But instead, a sudden stroke of courage compels you to hold his gaze, perhaps to see a reaction, perhaps as a question silently lingering in the room for much of the night.

"Mhm, it's beautiful," he says softly, still not moving his gaze from where it rests on you. "You still have some right here," he says softly, leaning in slightly as his hand brushes across your heated cheeks. Everything seems to happen in slow motion when he reaches your bottom lip, thumb grazing gently.

And suddenly it was like a repeat of what happened just days earlier. When he meets your eyes again this time, his dark pupils are twinkling in an answer to your question, luring you into their gravity until you're sinking, eyes closing, slowly getting lost in him.

Sparks fly at the slightest brush of his lips on yours and that's enough to abruptly drag you out of the moment you were swept into.

"Wait, Jaehyun—we agreed not to make things weird."

As much as you wanted to just kiss him right then and there, there was still some part of your mind that was telling you to stay away from this slippery slope. That things will be different after the rose-coloured lenses of alcohol and lust fade, that the weird that you both had tried so hard to avoid would end up happening and ending badly.

"Um, right. Sorry." He looks away, refusing to meet your eyes as his cheeks redden, unrelated from the wine. "Y/N... it's just that I've liked you for so long."

Out of all the things you thought he would say, this was nowhere near any of it. His words catch you totally off guard and seem to immediately sober you up.

"What? What do you mean?"

He sighs softly, a hand running through his hair and a hand on yours, tentatively.

"I'm not sure if you remember but we went to the same middle school." Jaehyun pauses, his eyes searching yours for a reaction but you don't dare breathe, waiting for him to continue. "I know this was so long ago and it shouldn't even matter anymore but middle school wasn't really a good time for me."

You take his hand in yours, encouraging him to go on.

"Kids could be so cruel back then, you know?" He smiles sadly. "But you were the only person who showed me such kindness. I could never forget that, Y/N."

"Middle school?"

He confirms with a small nod and that's when you think back. Middle school wasn't a good time for you either and it probably wasn't for anyone, but nothing in particular stood out in your mind. You had a small group of friends back then and got good grades. You were in the school's band and might've been teacher's pet one year. There wasn't exactly anyone bullying you, but there was one girl who was mean and made up rumours about you and some guy you didn't even know. That guy turned out to be really nice though, and the two of you ended up as good friends as a result of that rumour. But all that ended when his family moved right before high school and you never saw him or contacted him again.

"Sorry, I don't really recall. Were you in my class? There really weren't any boys in my life back then, like the only guy that I can recall is Hyunnie." You smile just thinking about the memories. "He was a good guy. Not sure what happened to him but I kind of liked him."

Jaehyun says nothing but you could see a hint of a smile that he was trying to hold back.

"What, you also know Hyunnie?"

He still remains silent, this time shrugging his shoulders the tiniest bit as he bites his lips.

"Then? Wait—" You gasp when it hits you. "Wait. We all called him Hyunnie but... Hyunnie. Jaehyun. That's—no," you shake your head, "there's no way. That's impossible."

"Y/N," he weaves his fingers with yours.

"You're joking." You stare at him to try to put the pieces together. The Hyunnie you remembered was a small, chubby boy with glasses so big they seem to cover his whole face while his bangs would cover the rest of it as if seeming to hide him from the world. Maybe initially you just wanted to support him as the rumours tied the two of your together, but after getting to know him better you realized he was very kind and genuine. And that's when your admiration for him started.

"Remember the secret code names we had? And the glow in the dark watch? And our mad minute competitions?"

"You're Hyunnie," you breathe, still shocked.

"Yeah," he whispers.

"But—why didn't you say anything at the time?"

"Because I knew you wouldn't feel the same," he looks away, not meeting your eyes. "I thought moving away would help me get rid of my feelings...but it didn't work."

"Why were you so sure about that? Why wouldn't I feel the same?"

"Is it not obvious? I—wasn't exactly someone you would be proud to be with. You were so sweet and popular and gorgeous. You had so many people wanting to be with you, and I—I was nothing.

"Don't say that! I was so happy that you were one of my closest friends." You pause. "Also, how could you be so wrong?" You roll your eyes at him, at all the silly things that once felt like the end of the world but are now so trivial when looking back.

"Was I wrong?"

"Yes! I liked you too, okay? I don't care what you look like. Jaehyun, you don't know how hard it was for me after you left without a trace."

"I'm sorry. I can only promise you that it will never happen again." Then he pouts. "Also, I worked so hard for these abs just to hear you say you don't care what I look like. Wow, I'm hurt."

That makes you burst out laughing. "They're definitely nice, but you are worth so much more than what you look like. And don't think that I wouldn't like you for who you are."

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning in just a little closer.

"Okay."

"Never think that you're not good enough."

A hand cupping your cheek, tracing your jaw. Even closer.

"Okay."

"And don't ever leave me like that again."

His lips hesitate just for a moment.

"Okay."

Then they're crashing on yours, the electricity between you crackling so loud it blocks out the rest of the world as your mind is only filled with Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun. His lips are sweet like the cotton candy you had back in seventh grade, lingering on your teeth at the amusement park, turning his tongue bright blue. His touch is gentle, ebbs and flows like the ocean during the eighth grade beach trip, water gently lapping at your feet, sand between your toes and between entangled fingers. His scent surrounds you like a warm hug on a cold day, like a hoodie too big to fit your shoulders while sitting outside of the school after the dance. All the memories flooding back make your mind spin; the things you've forgotten, the ones you've buried, and the fragments that he'd taken when he left, now brought back to their rightful place.

As the clock struck twelve, there were only whispered words of Merry Christmas in between lingering kisses, racing hearts, brushes of bare skin.

It wasn't weird like you were afraid tonight would go. What you once thought to be awkward and strange turned out to be so right, so perfect. Sure, it might hurt to know that there was all this lost time between you, but now you could make up for that by spending the rest of it getting to know each other again. Learning and relearning each other until there was only a seamless connection between the past and the present, an invisible red string tying the two of you together.

And maybe you did lose all these competitions to him but they never really mattered to you anyways especially when you gained back an old friend, a first love, a soulmate.

#jaehyun fic #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #nct fluff #nct fic #nct x you #nct x reader #jaehyun au #guys i haven't written a fic in like 2-3 years #if no one reads it then it'll be 10k of practice at best LOL #me living out my holiday fantasies ok #idek how to tag or write A/N anymore #it's been tooooooo long #my fic

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐀/𝐍: An old fic I wrote ehe. I'm a sucker for angst what can I say. Hope you dearies are ok and enjoy!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Remus Lupin × Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: around 3000

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: Fluff/Angst

𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄.

As I ran along the corridor, late for class, I bumped into someone with a loud ouch.

"I'm so sorry"

"Hey its no problem, let me help you," a soft voice responded. As I reached for my potions home work, a hand brushed mine.

Remus John Lupin, my rival. The only person who's intelligence rivaled mine. The person who makes my life living hell. The sweetest gum-drop to everyone, loved by all. However, I'm not "all."

"Y/N?" he asked, looking at you with those big brown eyes.

"I'm fine Lupin," I responded as I grabbed my book from his hand.

"At least let me-"

"I said I'm fine."

He slowly got up, and offered me a hand. I huffed and shoved it as I stood.

"You know I was only trying to help y-"

"I'll see you in class Lupin," and with that I stormed off, leaving a very confused boy.

Now you're probably wondering, what makes one hate Remus Lupin, the sweetest guy, the glory of the marauders. Well let me tell you, not much.

My mother and his were the very best of friends, there by, we became best friends. Every holiday, every weekend, every opportunity we got, we were at the Lupins. Remus and I grew close. He shared his love for reading with me, a love I always had but never felt so confidence to share with him.

From fantasy to romance, I read it all, but I never shared it with him. The vulnerability I felt knowing he'd see what I enjoyed, what I loved, what I wanted, it was too much. His mum told my mum about his "illness." He thought himself a freak, a monster. He would cry about it, the pain he felt, the embarrassment of scars. To me, he was all but an angel sent from heaven, beautiful and pure.

Before we began Hogwarts, we made a promise to never leave each other's sides, to remain best of friends, no matter the houses or the circumstances. As it turned out, we weren't sorted in the same house. Everyone was shocked knowing that studious Remus was sorted in Gryffindor while me, odd-ball and awkward, was sorted in Ravenclaw. At first we were both shocked, but we kept the promise.

Until one faithful day.

Now while I never shared my love for reading with him, I did share everything else. My love for baking, knitting and potions, you name it, he knew. We shared our darkest secrets with each other. He shared his insecurities about his scars, and me my insecurity about being "fat." We made plans to open a book/tea shop, he would supply the books and I the tea, obviously. He knew everything about me, except for my reading and I knew everything about him. And for that, I loved him, but he never loved me.

In the beginning of the first year in Hogwarts, in the middle of a potions class, we were presented with amortentia. Why we were presented with such a complex potion at such a young age, I couldn't tell you. Perhaps Professor Slughorn was feeling cheeky. I smelt him in it.

I smelt the soft worn out pages of the books that he read, I smelt the roses he always grew, his chocolate he always carried and something entirely him. After class, we met at the lake, our place where we'd meet and study. As I approached him, he seemed really tired, as usual, and something I thought I never imagined he would posses, anger, raw and bitter anger.

"Hey Rem, you alright?" He turned to me with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

"Rem oh Gods, whats wrong?" I rushed towards him and slowly wiped his tears away.

"Talk to me, please," I asked softly while I wiped all evidence of tears.

He looked up at me, those beautiful kind eyes, eyes that held so much emotion but always the best ones.

"I don't want to talk about it," he said batting my hands away.

I awkwardly fixed my glasses, "Okay well whenever you're ready, you want to start studying for our potions exam?" I began to unpack my bag when he got up, fuming.

"You know what, yeah I do want to talk about it" I sat up, completely confused.

"Remus?"

"Y/N how is it, the one person, the one person who hates reading, detests it, passes every exam without fail? And not just passes, but tops every class. How?"

I sat there gaping, "Well I-"

"Don't lie to me, don't you dare."

I stood up, a feeling of anger consuming me. "What do you mean Remus? I study just like you, just like everyone."

He grunted and groaned, "Stop lying to me," he screamed, "I read everyday, I study all the time, and yet you, you get all the awards, all the academic glory"

I felt myself begin to heat up and tears begin to form, tears I begged not to fall.

"What do you want me to say Remus? That I cheat? That- That I use spells to make me remember? Is that what you want to hear?"

He stared at me, his gaze hardening.

"I'll give you one chance, and one chance only, tell me the truth." I step back, gaping, confused.

"I already told you Remus, I do the same as you, I study."

He looked to me and said in a tone I never believed he could conjure, "Fine, if that's what you want to tell me, don't talk to me at all."

"Remus you can't be serious." The tears I tried my best to hold, began to spill furiously as his words made me crumble.

"Y/N, I don't ever want to talk to you, I don't want to see you, I don't want to study with you and I sure as hell-"

"I smelt you in the amortentia today," I blurt surprising myself.

"You what?"

"I smelt you, the chocolate, the roses, your books," I say sniffling.

He laughed, a cruel sarcastic laugh, "Oh really? Me? You must be joking?"

I stared at him, confused and hurt.

"You think I'd ever smell you, or like you. Y/N you're bloody lying to me, I could never like, or for that matter, love someone as hideous as you."

My eyes began to gush now. How dare he? The one person I trusted, my best friend.

"Remus you don't-"

"Oh but I do," he said while he picked up his bag and looked at me.

"What about our plans?"

He looked to the school, "I could never work with someone like you Y/N, I've never disliked someone as much I dislike you now."

He began to walk to the school,

"Remus wait I-"

"Leave me alone forever Y/N, and don't come here anymore, I have other plans here, plans that don't include you."

With that, he walked away, leaving me, my tears streaming, my glasses foggy and my heart broken.

So you see, I never really hated him, but I obliged to his wishes. We never met again, he hung out with his friends, James and Sirius and Peter. As for me, I hung out with the first person I spoke to in Hogwarts, Andromeda Black. Now, Andromeda and I are two very different people, but we shared a love for potions . She knew of my love for reading, she saw me reading on my first night at Hogwarts. We became quick friends, and she soon became my best friend. She's like a sister to me, but I never did tell her about Remus.

After I left Remus on the corridor, I ran and met Andromeda in potions.

"Hi dearie, saved me a seat?" She laughed and moves her bag.

"Students, please note, today we will be brewing potions in pairs," the class sighs, "pairs that have already been chosen." I sighed loudly.

"Cmon its not that bad, you could be paired with that cute Hufflepuff guy."

We laughed softly. Remus and another guy ran in and swiftly sat down. Professor Slughorn began to call the list of pairs.

"Andromeda Black and Xenophilus Lovegood," with that Andromeda groaned and got up.

"Y/N Y/L/N and Remus Lupin," and my mouth fell open.

Remus came to my seat and we began to collect and prepare the potion. No one knew the potions name, only its ingredients. However, these ingredients seemed familiar but it never clicked. I felt his eyes stare through me.

From the first year to the fifth year, my body didn't really change, I still remained a "fat girl" but hey I grew some boobs. Does he still think I'm hideous, I thought. I shook my head and we worked in silence.

"So how are you Y/N" he asked softly.

Those beautiful innocent eyes stared right through me. Nope, not happening.

"I'm fine Lupin"

"Quite the tumble you took today, I-"

"Let's just finish this okay?" He shook his head and we worked in silence.

He seemed, nervous? Sad? Distressed was the word. After finishing the potion, we all gathered at the front. Dread began dawn on me as I fit the puzzle pieces together.

"Now, who can tell me the name of this potion hmm?"

"Amortentia , sir," I said in a soft voice.

"And Y/N can you tell me what happens when you smell this potion?"

"You smell things that you love sir," I answer shakily.

"Very good Miss Y/L/N, please, do us the honours of smelling the potion first." Dread filled me, but I still walked towards his desk. Please, I silently beg, please.

"Well Y/N what do you smell?" I inhaled the the aroma.

"I smell- I," I gulped, "I smell roses, chocolate a-and books."

Professor Slughorn applauded

and awarded Ravenclaw 20 points and I return to my original place. I felt his eyes on me, but I only felt pain. After four years, how can I? As class is dismissed I began to rush outside, but he grabbed my hand.

"Y/N please wa-"

"Let go of me Lupin"

"Y/N, please I-"

"Lupin let go of me," I heard my voice break with emotion. He heard it too and let me go.

Later that evening, at the brink of dusk, I sat in my room reading. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, a favourite of mine, and one of Remus' too.

I sighed and stared out the window. Its been four years Y/N, pull yourself together. Those four years were one of the most brutal years. Thank goodness for Andromeda, without her I'd be so lost and defeated.

After that day where Remus and I fought, he moved on well, he was constantly surrounded by his friends and well I, I was alone. I spent my time helping Madam Pomfrey.

I learnt how to conjure spells to fix injuries and how to fix bones and so on. Although Remus and I stopped speaking, I never told anyone about his "illness," but I did help make the potion to control it, Madam Pomfrey taught me how to.

He didn't know this either, not that he'd care or want to talk to me or- Pull yourself together Y/N, he forgot about you, he kept his promise and you did too. I sighed and began to turn in for the night, my mind racing.

To say I avoided Remus for the next week was an understatement, I ran from him. I spotted him the corridor, I ran the other way. Saw him in class? Sat away from him. Saw him in the library or lake? I'd be gone before he could say quiditch. It hurt, but I needed to do it, our last conversation played in my head over and over again. I couldn't bear his venom again, but I missed him, but could I manage without him? Hell yes.

On the Sunday that week, I walked down the stair well of my common room, wearing a fluffy sweater and cozy joggers. It was exactly midnight and I'd gone avoiding Remus perfectly.

The heavy monsoon of October interrupted my sleep, but otherwise the school was sound. I crept down and checked for anyone. No one, lovely. Now I know what you're thinking, Y/N what on earth are you doing? Its bloody midnight. Well, I'll tell you. I was going to read. Due to my hectic schedule and lack of free periods, I spent most of the day working. But at night, it was the only time I read. I grabbed my wand and made my way to the library, my footsteps muffled by the pitter patter of the rain.

As I reached the library, I sighed in relief. No hiccups on the way, thankfully. However, the scent of chocolate lingered in the air. I tensed but brushed it aside, he was here today Y/N, I said to myself. I shook my head and began to search for a new book.

I gently tapped my wand against a lantern and held it. Tonight was a mellow night, I wanted some excitement, a bit of comfort. I sighed, laughing to myself as I grabbed Pride and Prejudice from the bookshelf.

I made my way to my reading nook, a cozy little spot, very hard to find, between the ends of the furthest bookshelves. As I read, my eyes became droopy. Five minute won't kill me, I convinced myself. As my eyes grew heavy and began to shut, a loud crash jolted me awake.

Who on this bloody earth would be in the library at this hour, I thought to myself. I extinguished the lantern and hid between two bookshelves. I held my breath and counted silently as I heard footsteps approaching. I exhaled slowly as I heard them fade away slowly. I stood up and sighed, picking my book from the ground, making my way back to my nook. Or I would have, if it weren't for the hand that grabbed me.

I spun around and was promptly shoved against the bookshelf, a warm lean body pressing into my cold soft one. They covered my mouth but I saw no hand, their other hand trapping my hands above my head. They slowly removed their hand from my mouth, and removed their cloak. The warmest brown eyes, eyes filled with emotions I've only read about, met mine.

"Remus," I exhaled in a mix of shock, hurt and relief.

He stared at me, those big thoughtful eyes watching my every move. He took his hand and fixed my glasses that slipped down.

"Hi Y/N," he said softly. My heart caught in my chest and my throat felt thick with emotions.

"Let go of me Lupin," despite me being a larger girl, Remus was still stronger, by a lot.

"Cmon Lupin, let me go, I'll leave and you can have your private time," I begged looking into those beautiful hazel eyes.

"If I let go," he whispered softly, his breath tickling my ear, as he leaned in,"will you let me talk for a minute?"

My heart hammered, "Yes." He slowly let go of my hands and stepped back. I sighed with relief, and then shoved him and ran.

I ran out the library, down the hall. I heard him calling my name but my tears that streamed my face answered why I couldn't stay. After four years, I never did stop loving my- the big goof. I reached the end of the corridor and ran onto the lawn, a stitch forming in my right side. I gasped as I felt myself begin to freeze in the cold rainy night. Bloody twit used a hex on me. He approached me with a vigor and I stared at him, tears streaming, and my heart hurting.

"What the hell Remus, let me go," I gritted as I tried to move. He took my wand away and held it.

"Look, I just want to talk, I'll let you go but please, please listen to me," he pleaded.

How could I ever say no to that beautiful boy? I nodded as best as I could and he unfroze me, my wand still in his hand.

I stared at him, my tears flowing in torrents, just like the rain,

"What do you want Remus? I did as you asked, I left you alone," I shout over the boom of thunder. He looks at me and I saw tears flowing down his face too,

"Tell me the truth Y/N"

"Remus I di-"

"No Y/N, tell me why you wake up every night, why you sneak off to the library every night."

"I-Remus b-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his voice cracking, "You made everyone believe you were uninterested, bored by reading. You lied to me," I sobbed.

"I didn't want you to-"

"To what Y/N to judge you?" he stepped closer to me as the rain and soaked our clothes.

"To what, think you a nerd? Like me?"

"No I-"

"Y/N is that really what you think of me, well than-"

"I lied because I couldn't let myself be vulnerable around you," I say as I sob looking away, "Remus, I- I didn't want you to see what I liked or what makes me cry, or angry or happy," I sniffed as thunder boomed, making us both jump.

"Then why did you tell Andromeda?" I gape at him, "Yeah why?" I felt my anger build up,

"She found me reading one day Lupin, I don't have to explain myself to you," I huffed as I began to walk away.

"I smelt you, in the amortentia," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion.

"In our first year, I smelt you," he said, stepping closer to me,"I smelt green apples, like your perfume, cookies, like what we baked, and books. Books."

I stood staring at him but he continued.

"I smelt you but you never told me about how you read, why you'd come to class tired, or why you stayed up all night. I thought you trust me Y/N"

"I did Remus and I do," I cried, "I just couldn't afford to be vulnerable around you."

"Wh-"

"Because I love you Remus," he stared his mouth ajar,

"I've always loved you Remus, I love that you trust me, that you showed me everything, your likes, dislikes, loves, hates, the good and bad."

The thunder boomed but I continued,

"I didn't tell you because I was scared Remus, it felt like sharing a piece of my heart with you, and I didn't know if I wanted to share so much, knowing that you didn't love me." I sobbed miserably as tears flow slowly down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I never meant to hurt you," he cried stepping closer to me,"I know what I said that day, and I've never forgiven myself for it," he said as be wiped his eyes, the thunder rolling.

"I'm sorry and I know I hurt you, I thought you hated me,"

"Remus I-"

"I thought you hated me and preferred Andromeda to me."

"Rem, you were my best friend, and I loved- I still love you," I admitted, defeated, "I didn't want to show you everything, I didn't want you to hate me."

He held my hands and intertwined our fingers,

"How could I hate you when you're my love?" he asked, as he crashed his lips to mine.

My eyes widened but I slowly melted into his embrace. He dropped my hands and pulled me in gasping softly. His hands wrapped around my waist and mine, tangled in his chocolate locks. I never felt such passion, such emotion, emotions I only read about. I felt tingling sensations stretch across my body but his touch soon soothed it.

He pulled away slowly, both of us gasping for air.

"I've always loved you Y/N," he said as he pulled me close, his hands wrapped around my waist,"I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm so-,"

I silenced him kissing him softly,

"It's okay Rem, I would have probably gotten mad too," I said sniffling.

He chuckled stroking the small of my back. "Well, I think of a way I can make it up to you."

"Oh?" I sniffled as I look at my beautiful boy.

"Y/N, you are the love of my life, I love, love, love you," he held my chin and and makes me look up at him. Raindrops and tears mixed and fell down both of our faces.

"Be my girlfriend, and maybe one day-maybe one-," I kiss him and he sighs, relieved.

"Yes Rem, I'll be your girlfriend."

He hugged me and kissed my forehead. We held hands and walked in the rain, talking and laughing.

"So how on earth did you know that I read in the night?" I asked him.

He laughed and pulled us into the corridor, sopping. He showed me the marauders map and explained it.

"I'm sorry I spied on you," he apologized blushing. He held my hand and led me back to my common room.

When we reached, I turned to him.

"Thank you for the walk Rem, I'll see you in class today?"

He smiled his signature gorgeous grin,

"How about we skip today?" I laughed and I kissed him,

"Whatever you want Rem, Whatever you want."

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