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cosmichoneyedblossoms · 5 years

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Ropes and Roses

Pairing: CEO Baron x Special Hotel Hostess (F)

Genre: SMUT —mentions or actions of BDSM, dirty talk, unprotected sex—

Word Count: 2.4K

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The leather of the black SUV didn’t feel unfamiliar to him; it was pretty much like home to him since the start of his company. The more his company and business flourished, the more he came back to the city to do more contracts and deals with other large standing companies. Just as the backseat of the car felt like home, the bustling streets of Milan felt like his backyard; his eyes easily picked out buildings that his logo design stood lit up in the prettiest of neons—Milan was like another home and so was this place.

The car stopped in front of the sidewalk leading to the Royal Estate hotel; the beautiful architecture cloaked in the darkness of Milan’s night, the lights on in the window’s dimming the gleam from the stars attempting to cast their glow onto the town, “Mr. Choi, we’ve arrived. Please go ahead and get checked in, and I’ll take your baggage to the front desk for you.”

“Thank you, Victor. It’s always a pleasure to have you pick me up from the airport.” Baron couldn’t help but be friendly and courteous whether he was wealthy or not, he couldn’t break away from his upbringing.

“Always my pleasure. You’re who I’m coming to when I finally get my own company up and running.” Victor’s wholehearted laugh caused him to laugh along with him while the car door swung open beside him.

“I’ll cut you an amazing deal, my friend. I’ll see you inside.” He bowed his head before stepping out of the car and making his way up to the one place he could call home. With every trip came a long stay in the Royal Estate in suite 845, the one room in the building that was bought by him for his use only—couldn’t have some other person in a room that he stayed in regularly.

Walking into the hotel, his body relaxed with the usual aura of the lobby, the checkered black and cream tile outlined with cream marble, luxurious black leather couches, black mahogany coffee tables, plush white rugs, crystal chandeliers filling the lobby with such warmth—this is home.

“Mr. Choi, how lovely to see you again.” The woman at the desk wearing the name tag of Emilia, greeted him, her smile automatically bringing a smile to his own lips.

“You remember me?” He purred, leaning against the front desk.

“How would I not remember you? You’re one of our favorite customers.” She replied, her fingers already working the keyboard while her eyes stayed glued to his, “Is it safe to assume you want the Diamond Service your first night?” He offered her a smirk, and she winked, knowing that was his usual need the first couple of nights, “Alright, we’ll have Y/N informed and set up your suite to your usual liking, as well as take your luggage up to your suite. While we’re doing that, the kitchen is still serving dinner, if you would like to enjoy a meal in the dining room while your room is being prepared. Tonight’s meal is duck breast with a pomegranate-citrus glaze with roasted red potatoes.”

“You know what, Emilia… That sounds lovely, and I’m starving.” Her smile only grew bigger as she stepped out from behind the counter.

“Please follow me then.”

Baron engulfed his meal, appreciating the pure, delicate tastes that the hotel’s kitchen had to offer, and then turning his focus to his phone, replying to emails and dealing with more paperwork that he couldn’t get to during the plane ride. He was deep in thought when he felt the lightest of touches on his shoulder, “Mr. Choi?” Emilia’s voice pulled him from the dullness of his messages, “I personally checked to make sure your room is up to standards and… well…” She paused to which he looked up at her to see the bright red blush staining her cheeks, “It’s more than ready for you.” Seeing her blush at the sight that was sitting in waiting in his room conjured a kind of energy that he knew would take a while to get rid of.

“Thank you, Emilia. I’ll head up there right away.” He began to get up from his seat when she cleared her throat.

“I would be quick…” Her eyes shifted away from his glance, the red in her cheeks only growing darker the more her mind played out scenes of what he was going to walk into.

“I’ll take your word for it.” He slipped past her and made his way to the elevator, the bulge in his pants seemed to grow even harder when the elevator dinged at his floor. He knew what was waiting for him behind the door, and he couldn’t wait to see it with his own eyes. He slid the key card into the door and it rang as it unlocked; upon opening it, his eyes caught the pink ropes hugging your body as well as the matching blindfold covering your eyes, you sat in one of the leather chairs in just your panties with your legs tied up and spread apart with your hands tied behind your back. Just how he wanted you—all tied up and ready for him, “This is why she was blushing, huh?”

“Welcome home, Baron…” You breathed, the lewd voice that escaped you only made his bulge throb more. He took his time undressing, making sure to make you sit there as long as possible before you were whining to be touched, “C’mon, don’t take too much time… Hurry up…”

“Don’t get too impatient now.” He stood at the spot in front of you and ghosted his fingers over your soaked panties. Your hips bucked at his touch with the sound of your voice whining, “You’re so wet that it’s squishy down here. I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“I’ve been waiting for this…”

“Oh, have you?” He moved around to the side of you and turned your head, “Open up for me.” You didn’t even hesitate when he ordered you to, you dropped your jaw and stuck your tongue out for him to slide his cock into your mouth. He slowly slid his length past your lips until your nose was pressing against his stomach, he barely pulled out when he thrusted into your throat, the tightness was too good, and it was too wet and warm for him to want to leave, “Oh fuck yes, baby…” He grunted, digging his fingers into your hair while ramming into your mouth harder and faster, not caring if you could breathe or not. The sound of you gagging on him was too sweet for him to let up, your slight moans in between his thrusts were enough to keep him going until he was too close for comfort and had to pull out. He stood back from you and watched your drool drip down your chin to your breasts.

“You’re such a tease…” You rasped, your throat still recovering from the brutal fucking it got.

“You’re snappy today, Y/N.” He replied while flicking one of your nipples, enjoying the way you whined when he inflicted a little bit of pain to your body, “If I didn't know any better, I would say you’re getting off on me just taking my time.” He took your nipples in between his fingers, tweaking and squeezing them; it was easy to get off on you, you were always this erotic vixen he could never get enough of, and especially now with you tied up and put on full display has him stiffer than he’s ever been.

“Put it in already… I’m dying…” You huffed, the ache in your core becoming too painful to bear.

“You mean this leaky hole?” He pinched the fabric of your panties and pulled them to the side, revealing your dripping pussy, “Just for you…” He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance while gripping your thighs, “I’ll put it in…” Pushing the tip inside your core, he inhaled sharply, “You’re gobbling me up so well, Y/N. Should I just fuck you with the tip? You’re clamping down on it so hard…” He slowly pulled his cock out and put the tip back in, teasing you, he very well knew what you wanted, but he just wanted to hear you say it.

“No! I want all of it!” You pleaded, and he gave you your wish; he pushed the rest of his length deeply inside of you, earning a gasping moan from your lips.

“What’s up with that distressed moan? Am I not deep enough for you?” He spread your legs more and pushed deeper, hitting your cervix, causing you to let out a blissful moan, “That’s better.” Grinding his hips against the back of your thighs, you could feel his cock scraping over your walls, creating a fluttering feeling in your stomach that soon turned into a tight knot with his harsh thrusting. You couldn’t hold your voice back any longer, all of his strokes teased your cervix while grazing your g-spot when pulling out, you couldn’t get enough of him, “You’re squeezing me so tightly! Is this how badly you wanted a cock in your greedy pussy? Have you felt neglected since I left?” His hands wandered up to your breasts for his fingers to pinch your hard nipples again.

“Stop pulling them, Baron!” You growled in pleasure as the knot in your stomach unraveled, the clenching of your walls made him chuckle while not letting up the roll of his hips.

“Did you just cum from me pinching your nipples?” Humming pridefully, he plunged his cock into you harder, “You’re devouring my cock with such an indecent sound, baby. Can you hear it?” The sloshing and squelching sound of your drenched pussy swallowing his pulsing length had a fiery blush crawling up into your cheeks; you felt like a whore getting so worked up, it wasn’t like you to be this lewd, but for Baron he made it too easy for you lose yourself, “I wonder how it feels when I tease your clit as I’m destroying your pretty little pussy…” Pinching your clit, you arched your back off the chair as you screamed, another orgasm washing over you, “Does it feel so good that you can’t answer me properly?” Between your slurred curses and moans, he could feel himself getting close to his own high, too close for him to even pull out, “I’m gonna cum inside you, Y/N.” Gripping the ropes at your chest and buried his cock deeply into you, reaching his release. He slowly pulled out of you with a hiss, “Your pussy is the best, Y/N. You know that?”

“You’re the only one who uses it…” Baron laughed in response to your answer as he pulled off your blindfold. He watched as you winced at the bright light of the bedroom, but then smirked at your eyes growing wide when they connected with his cock near your face.

“How about you use that cute mouth of yours to clean me up?” He pressed the hot tip against your lips, and you opened your mouth slightly for him to shove his cock into your mouth. Instinctively, your lips wrapped around him, sucking the head to the shaft, your tongue automatically knowing where to rub and tease to get him going again, “That’s it, suck it clean…” Burying his fingers into your hair, he controlled your head more while keeping eye contact with your dark fucked out, lust swirling irises; the suction of your lips around him turned his legs into jello with the urge to cum again. He pulled your head back, your mouth making a popping sound as his cock left your lips, “I’m still very far from fucking you enough, ready for round two?” You leaned forward a bit to whirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, letting your drool drip from your lips to the leather of the chair.

“I want it from behind this time, please…” He scoffed with your request and nodded in response. He skillfully and quickly removed the ropes from your body; his hungry eyes admired your shape as you crawled onto the bed, your beautiful skin adorned in red marks from the pulling of the ropes against your body. Arching your back, you raised your ass into the air, displaying your pussy dripping with your juices and his thick cum; he pulled his tie from his heap of clothes and got onto the bed behind you. Sliding his dick into you, he took his tie into both of his hands and pulled it over your mouth as his dick reached deeply inside your core. His tie muffled your moans of ecstasy as he ruthlessly rammed his cock onto you.

“Your pussy is dripping wet, Y/N… fuck, it feels so good…” Dropping the tie, he pushed down on your hips, pushing you into the bed more, trying to reach deeper inside. He was in such a good spot that he was pounding into your sweet spot, your walls tightened around him so quickly that he noticed that you were cumming; pulling out, your juices squirted from between your thighs onto the white duvet under you. Your body shivered in pure pleasure, and your lungs felt like they were on fire as you tried to breathe through your orgasm when Baron rammed his cock back into you, causing you to scream, “Shake those hips…” He spanked your ass hard, and your pussy squeezed him just as hard; he loved the way it felt when you squeezed him, with every spank he landed on your ass you clamped down on him so well, “God, I’m so close to cumming…” He hissed, leaning into you; your legs gave out from under you, and he straddled them, and continuously pound into you.

“You’ve never been this hard before—” He stopped your talking by taking a fist full of your hair and yanking your head back.

“Ready for your second creampie?” Baron hissed as he rammed his cock into you once more, cumming deep inside your pussy, “Fuck, cumming inside you feels amazing...” He husked while pulling out of you; sitting back on the bed, his eyes took in the sight of how his cum dripped from your pussy, it creeping down your thighs to stain the duvet.

“Baron…?” You breathed, your voice almost nonexistent.

“Yes?”

“How long are you here for?” You rolled around onto your back, slowly sitting up to face him.

“Two to three months… why?” He cocked his head to the side, your question slightly confusing him.

“Request me every night… okay?”

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Different Names For the Same Thing (Trixya) - Chapter 3 - Pilandok

Trixie is in the middle of an emotional crisis and Katya doubles down on the idea that making-out solves everything.

AN: Category is: inconsistent chapter lengths and jumping from a G rating to an M.

Read chapter in AO3. Read from chapter one.

Trixie needs T-Rex to stop looking at her like that. He doesn’t really understand why T-Rex insists on acting the part of a concerned mother when he knows they both have the same crass humor and prefer the midwestern brand of pick-me-ups— which is honestly more about the booze than the consolation.

“Save it for the kicked puppy down the street, T,” Trixie deadpans. Diversions like that only work when it’s entertained and T-Rex pointedly does not stop looking at Trixie like he’s the most pitiable thing in the universe. Trixie gives up and slumps down his chair, lifting his cap to fix the non-existent hair on his scalp out of habit. T-Rex doesn’t even look like he’s going to make a joke about it. Trixie sighs.

“Kim told you, didn’t she?”

“You know it, girl,” T-Rex answers, finally breaking eye contact to grab his drink and take a sip. Then a little quieter, “Shea probably knows, too.”

“Shit,” Trixie puts her forehead on the table. The opening riff of a Dusty Springfield song echoes in the near-empty bar. Son Of a Preacher Man. Jesus Christ. He could just imagine how pathetic he looks like right now.

“Frankly, I’m a little offended.”

“Maybe if you visited me more often…” Trixie says onto the table.

“Bitch, don’t even start,” T-Rex tells him, “am I not sitting in this straight bar with you right now?”

Trixie looks up and shoots an apologetic look to T-Rex. It’s easier now that he’s not being treated so precariously.

“Thank you,” he says, too genuinely that T-Rex looks a little disgusted as if he, himself, hasn’t been a sap all night. Trixie scream-laughs at this reaction and the people around them look.

“Looks like our cover is blown, they know that there’s a couple of queers in this place,” T-Rex mock whispers at him, “Which is a waste cause I butched up. I wore a denim jacket.”

“Shut up,” Trixie laughs, “I like it here! The bartender knows me.”

“Yeah, you and your hillbilly music.”

“She’s a queer icon!”

The song swells into its chorus, the only one who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man. Trixie scrunches his face like he’s in physical pain.

“Kim didn’t need to tell me, anyway, everyone saw that picture of you and Katya messing up each other’s faces.”

Oh. That fucking picture. It’s the blurriest picture someone could take from across the street but it’s undeniably him. He’s always dreamed of being recognized along Hollywood Boulevard and there it is: the make-up is unmistakably Trixie Mattel and she got caught in a reddit-level scandal. And what other drag queen of that build and hair color would make out with him in public if not Katya? Trixie doesn’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that everyone just assumed it was Katya.

Anyway, why does the universe always have to go out of its way to Aesop’s Fables his life? How many roundabout ways can they tell him that the moral of the story is be careful what you wish for?

“T, I don’t know what to fucking do.”

T-Rex looks at him, gaze softened. He reaches out to squeeze Trixie’s hand once.

“It’s okay—“ he begins but cuts himself off, “actually, I don’t know if it’s okay. I have no idea how Katya thinks. He’s great, really, I just— I just know how you are when you fall in love. I don’t want to see you get hurt again. And he’s done it before.”

“Don’t,” Trixie says as a warning.

“I know. I know what happened. You forgave him so I don’t really have a right to say anything. But Trix, if you’re not going to let yourself be worried about that, let me be worried. I’ll hold that little grudge for you.”

Trixie takes a moment, feelings of affection bubble in his chest. It’s probably the alcohol in his system but he begins to wonder if there’s an alternate universe in which he moved to Chicago after Drag Race instead of L. A. He could go to Roscoe’s and Berlin regularly to watch T-Rex host and hype him up and get drunk with him back stage. Maybe he wouldn’t be as busy as he is now and he would have more nights with Shea and Kim and all the girls that accepted him ten years ago.

“T…” Trixie begins, her voice cracking.

“Don’t cry, bitch,” T-Rex puts his hands up and Trixie can see the flush on his cheeks and hear the light slurring of his words, “cause I’m tipsy enough to cry and they’re gonna see that we’re sissies and they will beat us up, I swear.”

“Ahh! Stop acting like this bar is Westboro Baptist!”

Trixie is laughing loudly, too emotional to care when a couple of tears slide down his face. He appreciates T-Rex, really, although it begins to dawn on him that something doesn’t add up.

“What exactly did Kim tell you?” Trixie asks after running the back of his hand across his eyes.

“That you were fulfilling your fan-manifested destiny and slowly realizing that you were in love with Katya,” T-Rex shrugs. At Trixie’s lack of response, he squints his eyes, “Why? Is there anything else?”

It’s a half-truth, Trixie thinks. Maybe Kim deserves more credit than they usually give him. The bitch knew what really needed to be kept a secret. Besides, Kim telling their friends is probably as much of a push on Trixie’s back that Kim will ever give him, since he’s always been too stubborn to ask for help. Trixie supposes that “being in love” is a way to summarize it, albeit misleading.

“There’s a ghost haunting me,” Trixie admits.

“What?”

“And I think that he’s haunting Katya, too,” Trixie stares at a space just above T-Rex’ head, “He’s been freaking out and kissing me so much suddenly.”

“Wait- wait- what?”

“I don’t know, I think he knows. I think he does, I think it’s starting to manifest onto him and I guess being someone’s reincarnation can drive someone a little crazy.” Hearing himself say it out loud, Trixie recognizes the absurdity of the situation. He begins to suspect that maybe Kim just didn’t believe him after all. “I don’t know if Kim is being a good friend or a bad one.”

T-Rex, still confused, looks like he’s about to give up on the night. He taps his bottle against Trixie’s, the clink is loud against the song fading to the end. The only one who can ever prove me was the son of a preacher man.

“What else is new?” T-Rex scoffs, “That’s why I should have been your first call.”

Katya knows he’s being greedy. He knows that’s it’s just selfishness when his hands wrap around the back of Trixie’s neck so he can pull him down harshly for a kiss. He knows that he’s acting spoiled when he scratches on Trixie’s nape so he can feel him gasp against his mouth, so Katya can slide his tongue between Trixie’s lips. Katya’s always been susceptible to indulgences— no need to hold back when the world is unstoppably racing to it’s tragic finish—and indulge he does because Trixie’s so hot when he has that hazy look in his half-lidded eyes and when and Katya can feel Trixie’s low moan vibrate throughout his body when he kisses him on his throat. He’s only fucking human.

Really, Trixie should be the one with the self-control about this. As much as Katya feels sorry for burdening the boy with the mental labor, Trixie is the one who picked that role for himself when he decided to be the straight man to Katya’s performative sexual advances.

An hour ago he invited Trixie over to “hang-out” and the pregnant pause that followed told Katya that Trixie knew exactly what he wanted. Katya waited on the rejection but the only thing he heard was “yeah, okay.” The phone call equivalent of a shrug. Katya feels like a kid being given free reign of the Chocolate Factory.

What business does Trixie have indulging him in his whims? Katya should really be filing a complaint; this is not the relationship dynamic he signed up for. But then he hears Trixie whimper when he bites his lips and Katya can’t help but think, praise Willy fucking Wonka.

Katya drags Trixie across the room by the lapels of his shirt. Walking backwards, he’s relying on his muscle memory of the general location of his wares so he won’t trip on a coffee table on the way to the couch. Trixie grunts, complaining wordlessly, but he moves along obediently. When Katya’s calves feel cushions, he spins them both around and pushes Trixie onto the couch and he lands with a huff. Trixie frowns at him, but Katya immediately climbs on top of him, knees on either side of Trixie’s thighs, and smashes their lips together again. He feels Trixie freeze, and whenever he does, Katya thinks Trixie is finally going to push him away and ask questions. He never does. Soon enough, Trixie’s back on the same page, and Katya feels Trixie’s fingers curl around his belt loops.

Katya is stupidly hard against his briefs, the kind of achingly hard erection that he thinks is impressive for his age. Trixie is, too, probably, but they never go further than this. Katya is sure that that would be too far for Trixie— he doesn’t want to think of what it means if it wasn’t.

Still, like a true hedonist, he double downs on his kisses. He knows he can make-out for hours, he loves it. Katya wants Trixie sweating under him, he wants his tongue sliding in between Trixie’s lips to press on the roof of his mouth and feel the canines of his teeth. He needs Trixie to swallow all of those questions he won’t ask. Katya knows he’s being greedy.

In the pause of catching their breath, Katya is resting his head on Trixie’s shoulder, pressing lazy kisses on Trixie’s collar bone.

“Brian,” Trixie whispers. Katya’s body goes rigid, he can feel his heart beat in his ears. “My jaw hurts. Can we take a break?”

“Oh,” Katya makes a move to get off Trixie and when he plops down on to the space beside him, he begins to feel the strain on his thighs. He watches Trixie walk to the kitchen, picking up the electric kettle on his way to the sink. Katya can feel the sweat run down from his forehead. He ponders on turning up the AC but he decides against getting up. Trixie already has an unopened box of tea from the cupboard and Katya notes how effectively Trixie navigates his space— he’s pretty sure the tea is something Trixie gifted him from before. When the water boils, Trixie pours it in the mug with the bag he place inside. He waits a few seconds before turning around to face Katya.

Katya is immediately reminded why he doesn’t like this much distance between them. It’s because Trixie looks at him like that. Like he’s looking for something in Katya, something that’s impossible for him to give. Katya hates it when Trixie has that gaze that doesn’t seem to see him but something beyond him. Something in him that deserves all the tenderness from Trixie that he never worked to earn. It’s because Trixie looks at him like that that Katya kisses him roughly, can’t help but dig his nails into Trixie’s biceps and bite hard at his earlobe. The harsher he treats Trixie, the more that Katya feels like Trixie is really looking at him. The more Trixie bites back, the further away they get from the gentle, school-boy kisses in his dreams. Katya needs this to be realer than the dreams.

But somehow, after everything, Trixie can still afford to look at him like that.

“Why are you letting me do this to you?” Katya asks suddenly. The distaste sits on his mouth. Still, it throws Trixie off like he wanted to and the affectionate gaze turns into a scowl.

“Don’t be a cunt,” Trixie replies curtly.

Katya deserves it, he’s not the one who should be asking questions. Not when he hasn’t answered any of Trixie’s unspoken ones. He sits up properly and his right leg starts to bounce as soon as his feet hit the floor. He should let it go, just enjoy what he’s getting, enjoy that Trixie hasn’t been demanding anything from him. But Katya sees the angry bruise forming on Trixie’s neck from when he sucked on it so much, he sees the slight swell on Trixie’s lips.

“I’ve been dreaming about you, you know,” Katya breathes, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

Trixie tries to hide his reaction by sipping on his tea but Katya sees the whirlwind forming in his eyes.

“Tell me about them, Brian.”

And Katya should tell him. Tell him about the dreams where he wasn’t himself but Trixie was Trixie and he was looking at not-Katya and kissed him so tenderly. In those dreams he was a different boy and made promises he swore he could keep and counted the bruises on Trixie’s skin. In that other life, Trixie would fiddle with the rosary around his neck while he’s telling Trixie he would never hurt him.

Katya doesn’t understand it, but he knows that that’s what Trixie has been looking from him, in those longing looks. He feels like if he gives it to Trixie, Trixie will never look at him again. Trixie would only see the stupid illusion of a boy that his brain pretends to be when he’s asleep.

“Brian, tell me about the dreams,” Trixie asks of him again, his voice cracking, “please.”

“I was a painter in Vienna at the turn of the 20th century. I first saw you from my balcony window and called for you to come up. I kiss you and every night you would climb my window so I can kiss you some more. I never ask you about your job or your family or the sheet music you dropped that had the name Екатерина crossed out on top,” Katya says this in a rush and he can see Trixie slowly deflate, his lips pressing into a thin, hard line. It’s a lie, he thinks, and Trixie recognizes the lie. “Every time I see you, I paint a little bit of you. My canvas is starting to look like a grotesque monster.”

After a beat, Trixie sets his cup down loudly on the counter. He marches over to the couch and Katya wonders if he’s finally crossed the line, if he’s pushed Trixie over the edge and he’s going to lose Trixie forever. He thinks that Trixie is going to slap him. Instead, Trixie grabs two fistfuls of his shirt and pulls him up to a rough kiss. Their teeth clack painfully but Trixie doesn’t stop, keeping Katya suspended, half-sitting. The hands are holding onto him so tightly that he starts to feel lightheaded. Trixie’s never been this rough with him. And he hates pain, but if Trixie manhandles him, he doesn’t mind, especially not when he can practically feel his dick pulsating in his pants.

Trixie shove him back to the couch, the impact knocking the wind out of him. Before he can catch his breath, he’s already being straddled, Trixie grinding roughly against his concealed boner. Katya groans and grabs Trixie’s ass, pressing them down against him as he bucks his hips upward. Katya feels fingers dig at his shoulders.

When he looks up he sees Trixie glowering over him, hot angry tears sliding down his face. Katya stops. His hands reach up to touch Trixie jawline, he feels the moisture on his thumb. He makes a move to wipe them, he wants to.

“Trix, let me fuck you,” he tells Trixie instead.

Trixie throws his head back to laugh a humorless laugh.

“You’re a fucking psychopath,” Trixie says before reaching down and sliding his hand inside Katya’s pants, cupping his erection over his underwear. Katya’s breath hitches. Trixie leans forward until his lips touch Katya’s earlobe. “If we’re going to have sex, I’ll be the one fucking you.”

With that, Trixie promptly gets up, collect his things on the coffee table, and walks out the door without looking back. The door frame shakes at the impact of it being slammed shut.

It takes a minute for Katya’s brain to catch up with him. He finds himself alone in his living room, slumped on a couch, panting. His hard dick is struggling against his clothes, calling for his attention. But Katya doesn’t dare touch it.

#rpdr fanfiction #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #t rex #trixya #reincarnation au #soulmate au #angst #heavy petting #different names for the same thing #pilandok #submission #canon compliant

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millieswickedbooks · 5 years

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the somewhat tragic story of georgie’s savior - chapter three

CHAPTER THREE: bowers, burgers and b-what in the actual fuck is happening?

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pairing: Loser’s Club x black!OC (platonic), Pennywise x black!OC (NOT ROMANTIC AT ALL)

WARNINGS: PENNYWISE, the Bowers’ gang, racism, racial slurs, LGBT+ related slurs, sexual harassment, harassment, bullying, DESCRIPTIVE CHILD ABUSE, bruises, wounds, blood, puke, some disgusting food description, snakes, chase scene, nightmares, swearing

word count: 7,955

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EXTENDED WARNING:

THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE A SCENE THAT DESCRIBES CHILD ABUSE

SLIGHT SPOILER: IT WILL BEGIN WHEN JORDYN GETS HOME

!!! PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION !!!

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Previously:

After taking a peek into her mind, and saw it as a gold mine of fears. Behind the ‘brave’ act this girl put up was a messed up, scared little girl. What if making her even more scared, made her taste even better? IT laughed, knowing that he would have a lot of fun with her. She had no idea that that summer, which was rapidly approaching, would be a memorable yet harrowing one.

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Eight months later…

THE BELL HAD JUST RUNG meaning that Hell would let its tortured souls have a three-month break. That’s right; school is out. Summer has officially begun and the halls are now flooded with hundreds of loud and excited teenagers, who have been waiting for this day since the first day of school. One of those hundreds people being Jordyn.

Jordyn sighed as she walked through the crowded and loud hall, immediately getting irritated with the fact that she has only been out in the hall for five seconds and she has already bumped into six people. She never used her locker throughout the school year so she was able to skip that hassle walk right to the doors.

She walked out and felt the sun on her skin, and she sort of basked in it. She sighed and remembered that today, she would be babysitting Bill. She scanned the yard full of kids, searching for him and his friends, which she knew he would be with. After walking a bit, she managed to find Bill and she made her way over to him. And she was correct, he was accompanied by Stan, Richie, and Eddie. They were standing near the trash can, their bags empty and in the middle of a conversation so they didn’t notice her coming towards them.

“Is that how you wanna spend your summer?” Jordyn heard Eddie ask, who was looking at Richie. “Inside an arcade?” She remembered Richie talking about this new game he wanted to beat really badly. What was it called again? Oh. Street Fighter!

Jordyn wasn’t a big fan of video games but she listened to Richie talk on and on about them because she knew he was very passionate about them and she simply amazed at how much he liked them.

“Beats spending it inside your mother, oooh!” Richie quickly retorted and he lifted his hand up to accept a high-five from Stan, to which the unamused Stan quickly rejected by grabbing Richie’s arm and bringing it down. Jordyn rolled her eyes at Richie’s comment, silently laughing on the inside but she would never admit that.

“What if we go to the Quarry?” Stan suggested.

“G-guys, we were g-going to th-the woods tomorrow, r-rem-remember?” Bill said. The boys nodded, remembering that they promised Bill they would join him in the hunt to find the animal that attacked Georgie. It was silent for a moment and at that very moment, Jordyn had finally reached the boys, who still hadn’t noticed her.

“Hey guys,” she announced herself, causing all four of the boys to turn and look at her. They all smiled when they realized it was Jordyn.

“Hey, J-Jordyn,” Bill said, happy to see his brother’s savior. Ever since she had saved Georgie and been babysitting him and Georgie, he had grown very fond of the girl. Despite the fact that he hated the idea of having a babysitter at his age, he couldn’t hate Jordyn. He loved having her around, she made him feel as if he had a friend over instead of babysitting him and his brother.

Jordyn smiled at him and then at the other three boys, who, in return, murmured ‘hi’ s, and she wondered why they were acting so off. She soon realized that Eddie, Richie, Stan, and now Bill, were staring at her body. She blushed, tucking a strand of her curly hair behind her hair, feeling slightly self-conscious.

Today, she decided to actually clean up a little bit, make herself more presentable. She was wearing a white crop top that showed off her stomach and a light blue denim jacket. She paired it with a light blue denim mini-skirt that complimented her long, dark legs and a pair of black converse. In the boys’ eyes, the top… really— really— complimented her chest.

Eddie was slightly blushing at being caught staring there while Stan’s eyes were definitely checking out her legs. Bill’s eyes were wide, just taking her appearance and Richie just whistled. The boys, deep down, were still shocked that after all this time, a cute sophomore like Jordyn would even hang out with them. To them, Jordyn was absolutely gorgeous, and the fact that she had such a big heart and saved Georgie, only augmented her looks. Richie was the first to speak up about her attire.

“Damn, Jordyn! Remind me why do you hide that hot bod every day again?” Richie joked, winking at her. Jordyn just rolled her eyes at him, smiling slightly, ignoring his comment.

“Got any plans for later on today?” She asked, knowing that she would stick with them for the entire afternoon until the curfew, because of babysitting duties and whatnot.

“Nothing really but tomorrow we will be taking a nice trip down to the forest for our regularly scheduled hunt–!” Richie started to explain but he never finished because he was abruptly interrupted by Eddie.

“Beep beep Richie!” Stan quickly told him but it was too late. They all stared at Jordyn, knowing what she was about to say.

They knew she would end up going with them tomorrow because she would have to watch Bill, but they knew Jordyn was super against hunting for the animal that attacked her and Georgie.

She never really talked about what happened that day in full detail, even though just about everyone knew she could recite the whole thing as if it happened yesterday. The four boys knew the whole ordeal was mostly likely traumatizing all together, so they never mentioned the hunting in front of her. They watched as Jordyn’s face went from confused and curious to conflicted in a matter of seconds and they all felt bad, thinking they had reopened old wounds for her.

She knew Bill was almost hell-bent on catching this ‘animal’ he thought attacked Georgie and it worried her. He told her that she had inspired him, he wanted to save other people like she did with Georgie. But he wanted a bigger impact, he wanted to stop animal altogether so the kids wouldn’t stop going missing by the dozens like they were at the moment. He wanted to catch the animal so they could live in Derry in peace. Jordyn tried to change his mind and warn him as much as possible how fucking dangerous that shit was but Bill is stubborn as hell.

She worried that whatever the thing she saw in the sewer or at the hospital would end up getting him or one of his friends and she would be at fault, it’s her lie. It would cost them their life.

The clown-thing eyes flashed in her mind and she shuddered.

“Are you guys seriously going after that animal?” Jordyn asked, knowing very well that she would not like the answer to her question. The boys nodded slowly and she sighed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to convince them not to. “Ugh, you guys are so infuriating. But there’s nothing I can do. Make sure you all have weapons and calamine.”

The boys felt relieved at her reaction and a smile was plastered on Bill’s face. He was happy to have Jordyn on board.

“Guys, look…” Eddie said, looking off to the side. “Betty Ripsom’s mom.” They all turned in the direction where he was looking and Jordyn saw a distressed pale, white lady in a light green dress. Her hair was dark and curly and she had tears brimming her eyes as she frantically looked for any sign of her missing daughter, like as if the girl would be here.

The sight made Jordyn’s heart feel like it was breaking. She felt for the woman, the loss of a child must be… unbearable. And right behind the mother was two police officers, one being Henry Bowers’ father.

She got shivers down her spine as she made eye contact with the man. He glared at her, his eyes trying to project how much he hated the girl. She quickly looked away, turning back to the group.

“Is she really expecting to see her coming out of school?” Stan asked, confused by Betty’s mother’s actions.

“Stan, the lady is desperate. Just look at her… imagine being in her shoes. I’d be looking just about anywhere too if I was her,” Jordyn explained, trying to get Stanley to understand. The boy nodded at her, now getting why the lady was acting so weird.

“But still, it’s not like Betty Ripsom has been hiding in HomeEc for the last three weeks,” Eddie said, still not getting why the mother choose probably the least likely place to search for her missing daughter.

“Do you think they’ll actually find her?” Stan asked genuinely and Jordyn wanted to nod and be optimistic but something deep down told her “absolutely not” .

“Sure,” Richie replied. “In a ditch, all decomposed, covered in worms and maggots, smelling like Eddie’s mom’s underwear,” he finished, trying to lighten the mood, in such a bad way. Jordyn grimaced at the joke and at the godforsaken image that just came to life in her mind.

“Shut up, that’s fricking disgusting…” Eddie retaliated, making a face at Richie’s inappropriate comment.

“Okay, enough talk about missing kids,” Jordyn broke in, not wanting to talk about the topic anymore since it increased the guilt she held within her. “It’s totally killing my summer vibe right now. Since you guys aren’t going anywhere right now, how about burgers? On me?”

“On y-you?” Bill asked, knowing that that would be a lot of money.

“Yeah, your dad paid me extra because I successfully taught Georgie how to divide, I did all your chores, and I cleaned the bathroom,” Jordyn recounted. “Annddd I found $20 on my way to lunch today!” She happily finished, pulling the $20 out of her pocket, to show the boy she wasn’t lying.

The boys looked shocked and smiled at her, all happy about going out to eat. As she tried to put the bill back in her pocket, it slipped from her hands and fell to the ground… next to a $10 bill! Damn, this day got eighty times better.

“Holy shit, a $10 bill! Now we’re getting dessert! Let’s go and actually talk about how tomorrow is gonna go down. Just because I’m allowing you to go doesn’t mean we’re gonna go in all willy-nilly and fuck around in the woods,” Jordyn informed the boys in what she liked to call her ‘Mom Voice’, as she shoved the cash into her pocket and turned around to begin walking away from the school.

Stan, Bill, Richie, and Eddie stood there, still shocked that she just found more money but they soon began to walk with her. Bill and Eddie sped up to walk in front of Jordyn, while Richie and Stan stayed behind her.

“I’m glad Jordyn’s actually coming with us for once. You know, Jordyn, the forest isn’t that bad. There’s nothing better than having your shoes smell like lake water and having a poison ivy rash on your ankles and knees,” Richie joked, nudging her shoulder.

“Poison ivy is my favorite!” Jordyn sarcastically confessed, joining in on the joke almost at once. “Thank God I was actually invited this time, it’s been my lifelong dream to rub poison ivy on every inch of my hot bod while you guys watch me.”

Jordyn never really thought herself to be a hilarious person like Richie but she knew she could be funny at times, so she felt kind of embarrassed when she expected to hear a couple of laughs or another joke in response from Richie but she heard none of that. Instead, all she heard was a couple of grunts and the sound of a body hitting the ground.

She turned around to see what happened and saw that Richie and Stan were currently on the floor and in front of her, and quite close to her might she add, was the one and only Demon Bowers. And he was smirking evilly at her.

She didn’t have any time to react to his presence because she was quickly shoved to the side by him and she stumbled into someone’s arms. A pair of lanky arms. She looked around and saw Henry standing in front of Richie and Stan’s fallen bodies, behind Eddie and Bill, who had just turned around after hearing the commotion, Belch was behind Eddie and Victor standing near Stan’s head. Meaning that there’s only one answer to who was holding her. Jordyn tensed up as the arms wrapped tighter around her waist, bringing her closer to his body.

“You wanted to rub what exactly all over your hot bod?” Patrick asked, his menacing smirk making her feel dirty all over.

“Get off of me–” Jordyn spit out but Patrick interrupted her, his hot breath making her gag.

“I have a couple of ideas in mind of what you can do to that hot body. All of them involving me,” He suggested disgustingly, leaning down to smell her conditioned curly hair and her perfume. His pupils were blown wide with lust as he stared at her. Jordyn struggled against his hold but his grip became painful and she had to stop, a whimper of pain escaping her throat.

Stan, Richie, Eddie, and Bill were all watching them from their own various troubling positions and they all felt sick to their stomachs at Patrick’s comments. Richie on the other hand, felt as if he couldn’t just stand there and watch that happen. Bowers and his dickheads could harass him and his friends all they wanted but he drew the line at Jordyn. He went to stand up but Bowers pushed him back down.

“Don’t even try it,” Henry warned him, somehow making Richie hate him even more. Beside them, Victor saw Stan trying to reach for his fallen kippah and he quickly grabbed it, waving it out of reach for the Jewish boy.

“Give that back!” Stan pleaded angrily, looking irritated as he tried to reach for it from the ground but, no, Victor was just having too much fun. Of course he wasn’t going to give that stupid hat back to that stupid kid.

“No, I’d much rather play frisbee,” Victor commented bluntly, giving Stan a rude look as he flung the kippah onto the moving bus that just drove down the road and past them.

‘What a fucking dick,’ Jordyn thought. The blond boy was probably proud of himself as he walked away, smirking his whole way towards the parking lot.

Belch then decided it was his time to shine as he burped right into Eddie’s face, causing the boy to gag. Jordyn tried to get out of Patrick’s grip once again, feeling the need to defend the younger boys swell in her chest.

Bill watched as she failed once again. He too was disgusted at how Patrick was acting towards Jordyn and he was about to go do something when Henry began to walk away from the group, bumping roughly into Bill’s shoulder to get past him.

Patrick got to pinch Jordyn’s arm, causing her to yelp, and inhaled her scent before letting her go, following Henry and Belch. Jordyn shivered as the tall boy winked at her while checking her out and licking his lips. She now regretted putting on the outfit.

Bill was fed up. And he was about to say something. While Richie helped Stan get up behind them, Bill spoke up.

“Y-you s-s-s-su-su-suck, Bowers!”

“Shut up, Billy!” Eddie frantically blurted out, not wanting any more trouble with the rather terrifying older boys. Yet the three boys turned around upon hearing the stuttering boy’s insult, all three of them actually surprise the boy had the balls to stand up to them, but they made sure not to show it on their faces.

“Y-you s-s-suh-suh-say something? B-B-B-Buh-Buh-Billy?” Henry falsely-stuttered out, mocking Bill’s disorder. Belch and Patrick both found this highly amusing, both of them laughing. This angered Jordyn to end. She wanted to rip a chunk of the boy’s ugly, greasy ass mullet out his mostly likely dandruff-and-lice-infected scalp. He continued his taunting.

“You,” and then he turned towards Jordyn, “and you, got free rides because of Stuttering Billy’s brother. You guys had so much attention on yourselves, if anyone laid a hand on any of you, especially you, Miss Savior of Derry, the town would riot. But guess what,” As Henry got closer to Bill, Jordyn was subconsciously getting closer too. She didn’t like where this was going. “Free rides over.”

Henry had taken another step closer to Bill and Jordyn had finally decided enough was enough. In a quick movement, Jordyn stood in front of Bill, shoving Henry back. He stumbled back a little bit and it took a while to process what just happened. Once he realized what had happened, he moved forward, his hand raised in a fist, aiming at Jordyn. Richie and Bill went to grab Jordyn, to move her out of the way of Henry’s wrath. But before the hit could land, Jordyn called out.

“Your father’s right there!” She had no idea why she felt the need to say that but it obviously worked since that triggered something in the mullet boy, making him freeze.

Silence fell over the two groups. Patrick and Belch looked at Jordyn, in shock and waiting, not knowing what to expect was going to happen next. Meanwhile, Eddie, Richie, Stan and Bill were confused as to what Jordyn was planning, yet they knew whatever she was doing was working. Henry looked over at his father and something like fear flashed before his eyes. She continued. “I wonder how he would feel about you putting your hands on the oldest Denbrough’s son. At school. Where everyone was watching.”

Henry looked torn. He didn’t know how Jordyn had figured his fear of his father but he wanted to kill her for it. But he knew she was right, there would be hell to pay at home if he did anything to them out here in here in open. The boy huffed angrily.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the boy tried to quickly cover up and Jordyn almost smiled. “But I sure do know that he would love to watch me beat you to a pulp. He might care for those f*rries but not for you, n*gger. This summer is gonna be a hurt train, for you and your f*ggot friends. Don’t think that hanging out with them will save you. Watch your back.”

And with that, the three bullies walked away, going towards their car and speeding off down the road, most likely on their way to find a new victim to harass and assault.

Jordyn, Eddie, Bill, Richie, and Stan stood there, subconsciously huddling together as they watched their tormentors drive off and then everyone kind of let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding in.

“I wish he’d go missing,” Richie spoke up from her left and Jordyn sighed, feeling the same way.

“Yeah, so does every child in this fucking town,” she commented, rolling her eyes as she adjusted herself, feeling appetite vanish after dealing with Patrick’s grubby hands. She absolutely despised the boy.

“He’s probably the one doing it,” Eddie claimed, looking at the group and Jordyn shook her head, knowing that his dumbass wouldn’t be able to hide all those bodies.

“Whatever, let’s go, I’m starving,” Jordyn murmured, knowing the boys could hear her and began to walk away from the scene. Even though she lied to them, she hoped maybe smelling the food or seeing it would reawaken the dead appetite within her. She didn’t need to look back to know her boys were following behind, them not wanting to be there anymore either, thanks to Bowers.

☹

They stopped at Georgie’s elementary school before going out to eat, picking up Georgie who was waiting for them. His face lit up when he caught sight of Jordyn and her friends. His happiness brought joy to her heart. He ran over and hugged her tightly and took her hand as they began to walk away from the school. She didn’t think the boy could get any happier but then she told him that they were going out to eat and it was like watching a ball of energy burst into flames.

Once the group got to the diner, everything was fine. Like Jordyn had hoped, the sight of food brought the joy back into the group that had been snatched away and stomped on by the Bowers and his minions.

They all ate burgers and drank their milkshakes happily, cracking jokes here and there, laughing loudly and enjoying each others company.

They were so distracted enjoying each other’s company that no one saw the red balloon just outside the window a few feet behind them.

☹

After hanging out with her boys for a while around town—thank god it was Bowers-free—and then dropping Richie, Stan and Eddie off at their homes, Jordyn had gone with Bill and Georgie to their house. She wanted to hang out at the Denbrough’s house for a bit until the curfew came around, which was usually when Mr. and Mrs. Denbrough came home and when she was able to go home. She hugged Bill, kissed Georgie’s forehead and bid the family adieu as she made her way home.

When Jordyn had gotten home, she didn’t like the feeling of dread that filled her stomach, making it feel heavier than it already was with the burger she had eaten earlier. Had she done something wrong? Curfew didn’t start until a couple of minutes from now…

She shook her head, walking up her porch and into her house, quietly shutting the door behind her. The room was dark so she had to be careful so she wouldn’t bump into anything. But what she wasn’t expecting was the loud voice of her father screeching at her.

“Where the FUCK have you been?!” Isaiah roared out in anger at his daughter, which caused Jordyn to flinch so hard, she fell backwards in utter shock and fear, bumping into something on the way down. The sound of something crashing and breaking accompanies the light being turned on, finally allowing Jordyn to see.

And the sight caused her muscles to contract in fear. Her father was standing a couple of feet away, seething with rage. She turned to see what she had bumped into and she felt her heart drop. She had accidentally bumped into the end table, which knocked the picture of her father and her mother hugging and smiling at the camera over. The glass was cracked and some parts of it even fell out, glass all haphazardly splayed all over the ground beside the end table. Also, the golden frame was broken, which was a frame that Mama had gotten custom-made for that picture.

Jordyn looked over and saw her father looking over at the broken picture and she closed her eyes, trying to prepare herself for what was about to happen as the fear settled deep within her gut.

“Jordyn, Jordyn, Jordyn…” Isaiah started in a low voice and Jordyn cringed, knowing exactly what she was in for. ”First you come home late, nearly past curfew might I add and now… you… you fucking broke your mother’s frame? Is that correct? Because if it isn't, please correct me.”

“Dad–” Jordyn began, trying to get her apology out, knowing that explaining she hadn’t meant to break it wouldn’t work with him. But Isaiah was not having any of it.

“DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK?! HUH?! DID I SAY THAT, LIL’ BITCH?!” Isaiah bellowed at her, running at her and grabbing her forcefully by her biceps. He had a bruising grip on her arms as he shook her violently. Jordyn brought her forearms up, her hands feebly in front of her face as a way to protect her in some way. She was cowering, turning her face away from Isaiah’s mouth, not wanting to feel the brute intensity of hate that was coming out of her father’s mouth head-on.

“Dad, I did'n–” She tried to explain, looking forward at her father, deciding to abandon the ‘just take the blame and apologize’ route. She wanted to get away from him as fast as possible. But Isaiah cut her off once again, this time he brought his hand down on her face, slapping her hard.

Jordyn didn’t feel the slap at first—since he hit her that hard—she just suddenly realized she wasn’t looking at him anymore. After a couple of seconds of Jordyn blinking, trying to focus her blurry eyesight, she felt her cheek get warm as the blood rushed to the spot he had hit. The stinging sensation was very much present there in the cheek as she heard her father bellow at her once again.

“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! I bet you were out there with those little white boys doing God knows fucking what. Is that why you’re always late, you fucking slut?” Isaiah accused and Jordyn shook her head, tears rapidly falling down her cheeks. “Because you’re letting those boys use you and when one is done with you, they pass you on to the other one? Is that what you do out there, get passed around like some fucking sex doll all fucking day?!”

“No Dad, they’re just my friends! I swear!”

“You lying fucking bitch… and after all that sinning you doin’, you have the audacity to come show your face here and you barely get here and you’re already fucking this place up like you do with every-fucking-thing!” Isaiah screamed right into Jordyn’s face, spit landing on her cheek and chin. She cringed again and tried to get out his painful grip but he wasn’t letting up. “You ruin everything, you hear me?! EVERYTHING! You ruined your body, you ruined your mother, you ruined our marriage, you ruin everything!”

Isaiah punched Jordyn in the jaw, causing her to fall back just by the sheer force of the punch. Isaiah was a large man, he was 6’4 and one-hundred-ninety-one pounds of pure muscle. Jordyn, on the other hand, was 5’3 and weighed one-hundred-eight pounds. And she certainly didn’t work out.

From her position on the ground, Jordyn saw her father raise his leg and she winced, as she laid there as the man repeatedly kicked her stomach.

Unbeknownst to the father and the child, a pair of glowing yellow eyes watched from the corners of the room. IT stood there, watching the father as he grabbed the girl’s hair and drag her as she screamed and cried out in pain. He had a huge smirk on his face as he watched the abuse unfold right before his very eyes.

‘Interesting…’ He thought to himself as he sniffed the air, the fear and pain in the air caused him to let out a groan in satisfaction. ‘This is good.’

☹

Jordyn sat in the bathroom, dabbing the small and scattered wounds on her right shoulder and arm with warm water. At some point during the beating, Isaiah pushed her and she fell out the glass from the broken picture frame.

After she pulled several pieces of glass out, she rinsed the cuts with mild soap and warm water and was now trying to get the bleeding to stop by applying pressure over several areas at the same time. It was working but slowly.

Jordyn sighed as she looked at the bruise on her jaw in the mirror and she rolled her eyes, already trying to come up with her excuse. She sighed and painfully stood up, her ribs protesting highly at the movement.

She didn’t need to lift her shirt up to know that there was a bruise there but she did anyway. And ‘lo and behold, thereupon her brown skin, was an enormous bruise from Isaiah’s kicks. While flashbacks played in her head of her father’s abuse, Jordyn shivered in fear.

The feeling of tears rolling down her cheeks is what snapped her out of her trance.

Jordyn stared at herself as she watched the tears that were falling down her face. She felt something stirring deep within her and she couldn’t understand it at first. But she soon recognized it was anger. She was angry, so angry she could feel her hands shaking, her jaw clenching and her chest, neck, and ears getting warm with the flush that was creeping up to them. The longer she stared, the angrier she got. Angry with herself. For allowing her father to make her cry. She knew he couldn’t exactly see her but this to her, still felt he was winning in a sick way.

“Stop,” Jordyn told herself in a shaky voice as she kept glaring at herself in the mirror, irately wiping the tears away. “Stop fucking crying.”

Another tear slipped out and Jordyn swiftly wiped it away just like had done with the others. She shook her head and took a deep breath, pushing her sadness deep down her like she always did after these things. She bottled it all up, not wanting to deal with her… issues or feelings afterwards.

Jordyn decided to distract herself by fixing her hair for sleep since she was already in the bathroom. She dampened her hair and proceeded to use a comb to detangle it with some Detangle Aid!—she always used to see her mom use it for her hair and Jordyn was fascinated by her mother’s lacquered, kinky hair, so she would always buy it for herself.

After successfully detangling her hair, she parted into sections and beginning to do four dutch braids.

With aching arms muscles—and aching everywhere else—and now sporting four neat and firm dutch braids on her head—she does this nearly every night, it would be shocking if she wasn’t a pro at braiding—Jordyn silently walked out of the bathroom. She tip-toed to the kitchen downstairs, not wanting to wake her father and have to endure what she just went through once again. Once was already way more than enough.

She grabbed the frozen peas from the freezer and made her way upstairs to her room, stopping in the hallway closet to get a small towel as well.

Once she was inside her room, Jordyn gently closed the door behind her and sighed, as she changed out of her clothes carefully, not wanting to irritate her ribs further. She threw on a light gray top and some black plaid pajama shorts and turned on her fan and walked over to her bed and carefully tucked herself in.

Once she was comfortable—well, as comfortable as one could after what just happened to her—under her warm and heavy comforter, Jordyn laid the peas on the towel and put it on her stomach, the weight of the peas on her tender bruise hurt, producing a gasp of pain from her. But the coldness sent shivers down her spine. She knew by morning the peas would be melted and would’ve soaked her shirt so that's why she got the towel.

Jordyn was very exhausted so it didn’t take her long to fall asleep, which she did happily, she was tired of many things, like tired of being awake. She was tired of living in this house, tired of dealing with her father’s anger issues, tired of missing her mother, tired of dealing with Bowers and his goons, tired of this childhood she was forced to live in. She was tired of Derry.

She was tired of living.

So Jordyn closed her eyes, letting all the tiredness drift her off into unconsciousness, praying that whoever was above would have some mercy on her soul and grant her wish of not waking up the next morning.

Not so surprisingly, Jordyn wasn’t lying about being tired at all, because she was so tired, she didn’t even see the red balloon just outside of her window.

☹

The smell of syrupy pancakes and eggs almost immediately woke Jordyn up. She sat up in her bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and saw that it was morning already, so she should probably get ready to go hunting with Bill and others soon.

But after getting another waft of that delicious food, she couldn’t even stop herself from getting up and out of bed and walking to the kitchen. When she got downstairs she froze at the sight. Her father was wearing an apron and cooking. Something that he doesn’t do—well not anymore, since her mother went missing.

Jordyn felt uneasy suddenly, not understanding what was going on but what she does understand is everything in her body screaming her to GET AWAY but she doesn't understand why it's telling her that. It all seems so nice though. It was just like old times, when her Mom was still there.

“Hi, sweetheart, you sleep well?” Isaiah asked as he continued to cook the eggs on the hot pan. He didn’t need to look at her for her to hear the smile in his voice, the smile she missed seeing so deeply—he doesn’t do it anymore.

“Yeah, I did, Isa–Dad,” Jordyn corrected herself as she looked at her father, cooking just like old times. She couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on her face if she wanted to.

“Why don’t you sit down and wait for breakfast, yeah? I’m almost done,” Her father told her and Jordyn scrunched her eyebrows in confusion; he hasn’t turned to look at her, how can he see that she is standing? Her father spoke up once again. “I said sit down.”

His voice made her hair stand on end as she was taken back to times she didn’t want to remember. She quickly sat down at the table to upset him any further.

As she sat there, she heard a noise from her right and she looked over, seeing… something… scurry out of sight into a rather large hole in their dining room. Since when were there holes or animals in their house? She heard something else make some noise from her left and she turned to look and she couldn’t explain what she saw before it ran off. It was long, slimy-looking, bleeding and… decaying. Jordyn could see the stain it left behind from its slimy skin—actually everything it had touched was turning a blotchy gray-black color. It was spreading throughout the room.

‘Wait…’ Jordyn thought to herself as she soon realized that everything was too bright and… saturated. It was starting to give her a headache.

“Dad… do we have animals in the house?” Jordyn found herself asking as she rubbed her eyes, trying to have her eyes adjust to the unusual brightness.

“Yeah, I bought something earlier today, decided you would totally want to see it,” Her father informed her as his whole body twitched, his eyes never leaving the now burning food in front of him. Jordyn still hadn’t seen his face yet.

“Dad, why is it loose in the house? What is it?” Jordyn questioned her father further, eyes wide as the rot neared the kitchen further and further. It had absorbed just about everything but the room they were currently in but it was getting there steadily.

Jordyn watched as chunks of their decayed house began to fall apart from behind her. She tried to get up but she found rope wrapped around her arms, legs, and torso, holding her down and not letting her get up from her chair. She felt her breath become more rapid and she struggled to get out, everything becoming too scary and confusing for her to handle.

She heard the creature scurrying around once again and she flinched at the sound—it was getting closer.

“Don’t worry about that, how’s your food, darling?” Her father asked her and she looked down in front of her and saw what her father had cooked. She gagged at the sight.

It was a huge plate of what Jordyn could only make out as puke and undigested food. And it had fucking giant maggots wiggling around in it. There was hair, bloody toenails, mold, bloody eyeballs, and what looked like octopus legs all wiggling around on the plate, causing everything to make a wet, squelch-y noise. And not to mention that all over were just-hatched baby chicks and they were squealing and squawking loudly and painfully, but that all ended when blood suddenly came pouring out of their tiny eyes and mouths. The birds, now dead, slouched forward and their blood began to mix into the rest of the disgusting mush on the plate.

And to top it off, it smelled like straight horse-shit and it was making Jordyn was gagging so hard that her throat hurt.

“Dad…” She managed to spit out in a whimper but her father cut her off.

“JORDYN!” He roared out and Jordyn flinched, trying to hide but she was still tied to the chair. The rope was now painfully tighter and Jordyn could feel her skin nearly splitting from how tight it was now. She let out a whine of pain as the room suddenly got dark. The decay had reached them, it had engulfed the whole house, everything, absolutely everything.

Jordyn heard her father breathing heavy and she looked over to see him looking right at her. And she couldn’t believe what she was looking at.

Her father’s eyes were black. Like all black. Like ‘demonic possession’ black. And he has these red lines painted on his face, coming out of the corners of his mouth and going up to his eyes, over them and just a couple inches above his eyebrows.

‘Where have I seen that before?’ Jordyn thought to herself, her eyebrows scrunching up in confusion as she looked at her father with wide, scared eyes. But before Jordyn could think further, her father spoke up once again, but it was different this time. Jordyn didn’t know what exactly was happening but she could hear his voice as it neared the end of his sentence. It became all distorted and weird, his voice becoming something else… something so familiar.

Jordyn gasped as she slowly began to figure out who was standing before her, and it wasn’t her father like she had thought it was. Was it that fucking thing from the sewers?

“You have been causing such a ruckus out of this stupid pet thing, you haven’t even said hi to your mother who has been sitting beside you this entire time, now go on, say hi Jojo-Bear,” Not-father told her as his face began to warp and… melt?

‘Mom?’ Jordyn thought to herself. She wanted to turn and look but everything in her told her not to.

‘It’s fucking a trick,’ she thought to herself. ‘The clown is doing this to you, so wake up! It’s a fucking dream!’

“Jordyn…” She heard from beside her and she gasped at the sound of her mother’s voice, so clear and so close to her. Was she really there? Jordyn, after fighting with herself, sucked in a breath and turned around and she immediately regretted it.

Beside Jordyn was her mother, so the thing was not lying but it was different. Her eyes were gouged out with blood spilling out of the holes in her head and her skin was decomposed, her skin blue and gray and her mouth black like tar.

“ WAKE UP! ” Her mother screeched out, her voice loud and powerful, like a sonic boom that gave Jordyn a sense of control of this situation. Her mouth was opened and Jordyn could see the creature that was crawling around the house in there, just sitting in her mother’s mouth and threatening her with its glowing yellow eyes.

But Jordyn knew better. This isn’t real.

And just as the creature jumped out to attack her, Jordyn closed her eyes and simply told herself; ‘Wake up.’

And she did. But not it was not where she expected.

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Jordyn gasped as she sat up, not feeling her comfortable bed under her body. She was covered in a cold sweat as she looked around and realized that she, in fact, wasn’t in bed, or her room, or even her house. She was outside, literally. She was laying in the middle of the road and it was dark. She looked down and saw the pajamas she had put on before she went to bed and she had a throbbing pain all over her body.

‘My bruises…’ She thought to herself as she carefully stood up, looking around to see where she was and to figure out exactly how she got there.

‘Did I sleepwalk? I must’ve. There’s no other way I would’ve gotten here if it wasn’t that… That’s weird though. I’ve never sleepwalked before…’ Jordyn thought to herself as she rubbed her arms up and down her bare arms. Couldn’t she have grabbed a coat first before she sleepwalked all the way out here?

While she was looking around she saw a house that she realized looked familiar and she felt grateful to at least be in Derry. She walked over to a street sign, one she had to get closer to read since the darkness was shrouding it almost completely. Once she was close enough, she read the words; ‘Jackson St.’ and she couldn’t stop the gasp that she let out.

She was in fucking Jackson Street? That was at least a good mile from her house. She looked to her left and saw the dreaded sewer opening from eight fucking months ago. The one where that clown thing came out of and snatched Georgie’s arm clean off. She took a couple of steps back from it but it was hard because of this darkness…

Then suddenly, the darkness surrounding her made her hair stand on edge as she realized two things; One, she was out past curfew. If the cops caught her, she would be so ridiculously fucked. Two, the sound of giggling coming from the—the fucking sewer, of fucking course—a couple of feet behind in front of her made her realizeshe wasn’t alone.

Jordyn didn’t even dare look into the sewer to see what was waiting for her. She knew it was that fucking clown. He got into her head and she knows it. Is IT the reason why she is out here? Was IT in her house?

“Jordyn…” His voice completely derailed her anxious thinking. His voice alone sent shivers down her spine. He wasn’t done tormenting her. She was frozen with fear.

“Little baby Jo is scared of the dark isn’t she? Don’t know what could be hiding in there right?” IT commented, his voice now behind her and she didn’t hesitate to book it the fuck out of there, her legs finally deciding to be useful at the moment. She was running as fast as fucking possible in the direction of her house but she had a wholemile left—all she did in Track was the one-hundred meter.

“Im’ma coming Jojie, you can’t escape me!” IT taunted her, and she couldn’t stop the tears from pouring out of her eyes as she ran. When will IT leave her alone… She didn’t think she could continue on like this forever. Despite how fast she was going, the cold air roaring in her ears.

“Stay here and play Jo! You wanna go back home? You wanna go to the house where your father beats you?” IT jibed at her and Jordyn was so shocked at the fact that that thing was in her house she tripped, falling onto the ground hard. “You know you don’t wanna go there, so come with me, where we all float!”

Jordyn tried getting up but she was so out of breath, she thought she would pass out before she could do anything, let alone get up from the ground. She looked down to see what she tripped over and couldn’t even believe what she was looking at.

She had tripped over a turtle.

Like a real-life turtle. Like a living, breathing turtle. A reptile. Literally just standing on the road.

And it was staring at her. Like its’ beady little eyes were staring at her. And she knew it was looking at her because she could… feel it staring at her. Like as if this turtle was somehow staring right into her soul.

Jordyn felt as if she was malfunctioning. Given any other circumstance Jordyn probably would’ve laugh so hard at the weird situation she was in, she probably would’ve ended up crying and pissing herself at the same. But at the moment, Jordyn simply couldn’t wrap her mind around what was happening. Like she simply couldn’t understand the fact that a turtle that small caused her to fall and that she didn’t completely crush it with how recklessly she was running.

‘Running…?’ Jordyn thought to herself, wondering what she was doing before she got here when she remembered the fucking clown.

Jordyn quickly snapped out of the weird trance she was in when she remembered exactly why she was there. She stood up quickly as she looked around for anything, anything that gave away that IT was near but when she saw that the coast was clear, she booked it to her house.

She had already ran a considerable amount when the clown was chasing her so when her house came into view, she nearly collapsed with relief—which was something she never thought she would do since it is her house after all.

She bounded up the steps of her porch and quickly came in, happy that the door was left unlocked. She carefully ran up the steps of the stairs and locked herself in her bedroom.

Jordyn tried to stay up to maybe be able to defend herself if whatever the fuck that thing is came to torment her again but it was 3:47 a.m. and her exhaustion was winning. She convinced herself that IT went to go torment some other innocent child or hopefully get some rest—if whatever the fuck that is even needs it—and she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Little did know, right on her porch was the tiny turtle from earlier, standing in front of her house protectively.

The clown, on the other hand, was seething. That fucking turtle had decided to get off its’ lazy ass for once and do something, and completely ruined his plans for Jordyn tonight.

IT wouldn’t have really minded with any other random child but there was something about Jordyn that… IT needed. IT needed to have her. And now was when the turtle decided it would intervene. But he knew why. It’s because the turtle knows something about her, that something is what IT craves about her.

‘The turtle won’t always be there to protect her, ’ IT thought to himself as he slinked away into the shadows, his glowing yellow eyes looking at Jordyn’s house, taking in the decor of the house. It would be a place he would be spending a lot of time in so might as well memorize its features by heart. ‘And when he isn’t there… then she will be mine.’

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lunadivinercallout · 6 years

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Callout post for Jasper lunadiviner/lunadivinerr/questionnsleep

TW pedophilia, bestiality, incest, r*pe, q slur, etc.

post is under a readmore, this post and this blog will be regularly updated

Here is his personal discord where he continually brings up his NSFW sideblog (there are 2, nortlips and aliencumslut) that he runs. The former (nortlips) is used as a masturbatory log with hentai reviews, and the latter (aliencumslut) is a hentai/porn blog. There are various fetishes that Jasper is unapologetic about enjoying, ranging and including but not limited to: pedophilia, shotacon, gang rape, incest, and bestiality.

transcript 1: 3 = Would read again 2 = Good fap, unremarkable 1 = Why did I get off to this oh god M = That gay shit

Here is his mobile theme to nortlips, where he rates his enjoyment on a scale and admits that he DOES get off to / enjoy and publicly consumes this content. Keep in mind that he does get off to a 1 rating- even though it isn’t high on the scale he is still promoting this material.

This is a mobile view of a post (tags are unviewable on desktop) where he has a 3 rating (the maximum possible) on the following hentai.

transcript 2: https://nhentai.net/g/181754/ Idol boy has a problem with girls so they teach him to love cock

https://nhentai.net/g/208905/ Big Bata lion furry has to sell his body in the coal mines that have aphrodisiac air

https://nhentai.net/g/110136/ Boys get fed aphrodisiacs and gangbanged

https://nhentai.net/g/170758/ Amazing timing and set up, actually. He gets tied to a gym blocked and fucked but there are other things with the coach

https://nhentai.net/g/132269/ Picked by the principle to be his fuck slave

https://nhentai.net/g/132961/ Gintama

archive link

Here is an example of some of the content on his blog, it is very triggering so please click the archive.is links with caution. As one can see, this blog is still fairly active, with posts from this month.

archive link

This is a specific post, where he again: unapologetically talks about how he is getting off to shotacon aka child pornography of young underage boys.

He also links to his hentai blog (aliencumslut) on this blog (nortlips).

archive link

This is a post from his hentai image only blog, aliencumslut where he posts literal bestiality. As you can see from the image above, the post depicts a girl being stimulated by kittens sexually.

archive link

This post is from September 2016 which means he has been doing this for a very long time.

He also has been openly willing to engage with others, specifically on the grounds of finding mind control and harem hentai. He has involved his underage exes in this and various other explicit “kinks” and would use extreme manipulation to force the outcome he desired. Here are some screens from his main blog: lunadiviner.

transcript 3: gay isolation is real and it refused to suck my dick #nsfw #text post #im honestly not an isolated gay i have some amazing queer friends

Interesting that the first post is him being public with the fact that he feels he has a right to people sexually. He also says he wants to start dating again, which would potentially put other minors at risk because he has a mixed following and is active in tumblr and the surrounding communities.

archive link (about page) - archive link (links page)

Here are his about and links pages.

Obviously he is ready share his nsfw blogs with people who ask and is interested in sharing them.

The following image is proof that above screenshot was indeed his discord account.

Please share this, people need to know because various people have been hurt and abused and it could very well be still happening and no one has done anything to help these people. This person has abused people in real life as well, but due to his manipulative nature and the inability to store receipts for in person crime evidence has not been included at this time. More will be added as time goes on and as consent is given for personal testimonies. Please come forward if you have any additional information you would like to share. Our submit and ask are both open. Please be safe in opening up or in spreading this post. Additional images provided in an imgur album here

#lunadiviner #lunadivinerr #questionnsleep #signal boost #call out post

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aeroknot · 6 years

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k so some ns headcanon as requested by @spaceygayroses

i pulled them from my long-as-fuck (like 700 chapters long) google doc but almost every one of those is like..... paragraphs long!! so i chose shorter ones!!

.....surprising to absolutely no one, i have no self-control when it comes to these two

a ) When naruto met sakura

b ) A mere few, fast weeks into dating, they have a discussion in the early evening about telling friends and family, and they agree to do it the next day. After finally coming up for air during their celebratory makeout session, she tries to shove him out the door to get on with their evening plans, she having to go to work. Deep down she’s amused that as she keeps ending kisses and pulling away, he keeps dazedly following after her with his mouth, not even opening his eyes. She gets persuaded back into it a few times. when a neighbor’s door slams she’s knocked out of their reverie and tells him to stop being a giddy schmuck and go! and laughs as he exaggeratedly swoons down the hallway of her apartment complex (well, she thinks he’s purposefully exaggerating, but he’s not, he’s authentically that mushy / dramatic) At like 1am she wakes up to boisterous noise outside and goes to her balcony to find naruto and kiba and shikamaru, all pretty inebriated tho actually the latter two more so than the former (he’s just using inebriation as a cover), and naruto’s standing on the gate at the edge of the little apartment yards singing songs he’s making up as he goes about how happy he is, crowing about dating his precious sakura-chan. She leans over the edge of the balcony and starts shaking her fist at him and scolding them and he just does the will smith pose and motions to her and shouts at kiba and shikamaru “DO YOU SEE HER!! HAVE YOU EVER MET MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” and they are just guffawing. Sakura hisses “naruto!! My neighbors!!” and he slurs, “awwww fuck ‘em!! One of ‘em slamming their door’s why i’m down here instead of up there loving you! I saved their asses, so they can just deal with me appreciating yours!!” and she just goes “YOU ARE.. SUCH A DUMB. ASS.” “yeah, but i get to be YOUR dumbass!!” “......I’m coming down to get you before Kakashi sics ANBU on you” and they all fully expect he’s done for as they watch her march out the stairwell resolutely, her speed increasing, but then she smiles while she jumps the gate even tho it’s not that tall and hops onto him, her legs around his waist, his hands supporting her under her thighs, and they alternate between laughing giddily and kissing

c ) they get married a month or so after his inauguration, which means HE’S the hokage that legalizes the marriage papers with his signature. and i just like to think… perhaps naruto is still his usual emotional self during the ceremony and does cry in happiness a bit during their vows… but he gets super sappy / sobby when alone in his office and signing the marriage papers as hokage. that’s…. that’s embodying both of his oldest dreams IN ONE MOMENT.

d ) they adopt twice, their first and last kids (of five): first is Arashi, last is Namika -- both names that reference Minato. Arashi asked them to rename him; he was six-ish when they adopted him. Namika’s name referencing Minato actually happens to be coincidence. she’s Shinachiku’s classmate and her parents are killed shortly after they graduate the academy :’( they give her a place to stay and it turns into adoption.

Arashi was shy and quiet with most people. he makes Naruto think of both Minato and Sasuke. Arashi was intimidated by Sasuke at first, but they become real close. Kurama loves Arashi bc he’s clever as fuck and adores studying history. Arashi has insecure attachments and is distrustful/distant for a while but when he’s older becomes a natural leader of his peers (tho sometimes even then can still seem distant). he has a very strong sense of justice like his parents.

Namika is the perfect blend of chill and motivated. she’s so chill she gets along with all of the siblings. in fact she’s the only one without problems with anybody: shinachiku and sakuya butt heads, and arashi and konohana go at it all the time. while those four are shoved into get-along shirts naruto and sakura cuddle namika really exaggeratedly and joke about the exhausting nature of her siblings

e ) the kiddos kiss kurama good morning (naruto’s tummy)

f ) predictably, he takes every chance he gets to kiss sakura’s forehead, particularly right on her seal (he likes to kid around about her seal and say “sakura-chan, geez, you went through all that trouble training just for this tiny little target for my kiss”). she’s a little bashful, or kinda harumphs when he does it in public or when she’s miffed at him. then their kids notice, first realized by one of the youngest ones, and start copying him, as kids do: learning by imitating their parents. from there on out she’s often in tears or very near tears when they do this.

g ) it’s affection like this that grips her heart with gratefulness to be with him. he is continuously providing all she needs for her insecurities to be soothed and her dreams to be encouraged. these expressions of love are so deeply tailored to how he can best adore all that makes her, her. she sometimes can't believe how every expression of his love is permeated with his intense understanding of who she is, what she wants, often in ways so breathtakingly simple, honest and ingenuous that she wonders if he even consciously realizes the perfect appropriateness of his gestures.

h ) They are constantly hiding ink & brushes & markers from their youngest children bc in addition to mimicking forehead kisses, they’re constantly drawing on each other’s faces to give each other mommy’s “sparkle beauty sticker” and daddy’s “fox-marks” … which…. Unfortunately sometimes they pronounce as “fucks-marks” and naruto kinda…. Shrugs and makes a face like he’s conceding they might have a point (as in marks that once “fucked over” village approval of him)…. sakura’s horrified But she still laughs really hard when he starts calling any scratches he receives from their lovemaking “fucks-marks”

i ) if anyone makes the mistake of saying something particularly negative or abhorrent about naruto in front of her, especially if they’re insulting his suitability as hokage, she’s so incensed she can’t guarantee they’re gonna live to regret it. ...ok, sooo… she can’t and doesn’t actually maim or kill a fellow konoha citizen or any stuck-up diplomats... but damn is the confrontation and reprimand so scary; it’s like she flays their soul so deeply they have no shreds with which to hide their worst sins, guaranteeing no god would ever allow them into any heaven.

j ) naruto has to excuse himself every time sakura takes her gloves off with her teeth

k ) she loves to wash and pamper him. she doesn’t have an explanation for it, really. it can be but doesn’t always become sexual, but of course it’s always intimate. it’s not like a critique on him, finding him too dirty or something (he’s dirty, but usually in the ways she likes), she just really enjoys this avenue for expressing her affection. she likes preparing relaxing baths for him, or shampooing and rinsing his hair. she likes running her hands along his muscles, rubbing oils and lotions into his skin. she even likes to give him gentle little facial treatments if he’s in the mood to let her. (spoiler alert: he’s practically always in the mood to let her.)

l ) this vision came to me on a drive home form work: sakura on her period and being pretty damn miserable as far as cramping went. And she like… has her arm over her eyes as she’s laying on her back on the bed and bemoaning her situation; she laments that she left her heat pack somewhere or let someone borrow it or something. So naruto just… takes his shirt off and gingerly lays across her, so they’re perpendicular with his stomach resting on hers. And she’s just like “what on earth are you doing” and he nonchalantly replies, “eh… I run hot. I’ll be your heating pad, Sakura-chan ♥”-- .. is… is there like, evidence the kyuubi chakra can make his temperature warm even if he’s not using it to fight?? Idk. either that or he just really does run hot, which makes sense because he is made of sunshine after all. “holy hell it actually helps. The heat along with the pressure” “yep I’m good for hot pressure” he winks at her and she rolls her eyes but is blushing. and so he just… provides his services pretty regularly from that point on. When this popped into my head I laughed for a full three minutes

m ) they both look young for a very long time, much to sooooo many people’s jealous chagrin. this is not bc I don’t like older features on them or want them to be ~~ooh~~~awww~~always the typical version of hotness~~~ it’s bc I legitimately think they both would appear youthful for longer than others bc of their chakra stores, etc. sakura’s would not be as intentional as tsunade’s, but it would still be an obvious side effect, and naruto is, well, naruto: I bet his uzumaki longevity is boosted by the demon chakra… plus his entire soul is youthful tbh

n ) they regularly visit orphanages together, bearing gifts and stories and their kind companionship. it amazes villagers-- how much their hokage and their head medic-nin, love their people. later in life they foster kids. (oh-- they had fostered two before immediately afterward fostering then adopting arashi)

o ) their first kiss is at Ichiraku’s (this hc is one’o those written in paragraphs but this is... the succinct version lmao)

p ) sakura finds the ring. she proposes. he’s so relieved and elated when she does especially because she isn’t mad he delayed (she actually is never harping him about it or lamenting/venting to her friends that they’re not engaged). she goes the grand scale public route. it’s a little unlike her, but she wants to reinforce in his mind and heart that she absolutely wants him, and wants the world to know it

q ) one of their really big fights happens when sakura is nominated as a hokage candidate. (this is also long paragraphs in the doc but i’ll try to summarize askjdlkj; -- update: i DID shorten it even tho it doesn’t seem it alskfjlaks)

she surpasses tsunade in every way: she fucking attains sage mode via wood style because why the hell wouldn’t she kishimoto??? (and i don’t CARE if people are poking holes in this, I will patch them up! let her be amazing--in other words let her be HER and the HEROINE she’s always been evolving into! why be a wet blanket when you can love women in manga? Tim Gunn voice: MAKE IT WORK!) (alsooo you know what I went and re-read this and it dawned on me this person wrote “should have,” not necessarily that she could one day develop this ability post-actual-canon. So I guess the headcanon is that Kishimoto liked women / her and gave her this arc from the beginning and all the details required to necessitate this development were actually present in the story). everyone admires the skills she’s exhibited running the hospital, and because she’s a war hero who is constantly at a major hospital and cures/saves people on the daily -- basically communicating that saving and protecting others is her life’s work -- a lot of citizens know her and really like and respect her... other reasons, etc., moving along tho--

naruto never thought his dream could ever be threatened or usurped by one of his most fierce and steadfast supporters. but…. He really loves her. And he’s so proud of her. And so he seriously considers refusing it if they choose him, so it would likely fall to her, or just flat-out taking his name out of the running so it’s not even a choice. It is in part self-sacrifice, but not merely; he respects her; reveres her strength and leadership; agrees she’s been indispensable and reliable for so long, and has worked so hard... and, geez, he often thought HE was an underdog?? His life’s been no picnic, he’s worked incredibly fucking hard to get through things and evolve to his current station... but, well… his future wife has overcome so much to gain her status and prove herself, too, with as much effort as him, and while she did have teachers on the same level as him, she performed all her heroism with signiiiificantlllyyy less prophetic/demon/bloodline inertia to get her here (and by less we facetiously mean: none).

she’s pissed he’d even consider walking away from this goal. he tries to explain, “sakura. you’ve been my dream, too, for just as long.” it takes an emotional night -- mostly with her pleading for him to understand that she doesn’t want him to and is so sorry she’s ever made him feel like martyring himself is the only way to get her to acknowledge his devotion -- to settle it all. but yeah. he becomes hokage. a GOOD hokage.

r ) i love the idea of kurama just one day smugly bringing to their attention their shared connection to mito (i hc that mito developed the seal technique tsunade and sakura have) “naruto? what’s he saying? what does he mean?” “well, uh… y’know how baachan’s uzumaki mito’s granddaughter? and mito was kurama’s jinchuuriki before my mom? uh… what he’s saying is… mito developed the byakugou by accessing some of his chakra. so… that means…” and she finishes: “we’re both… kind of mito’s disciples?” “thanks ultimately to kurama’s chakra.. and.. being uzumaki...” he says somewhat blankly. and her brows shoot up as a sort of wry smile twitches on her lips, which then turns into a genuine grin. she looks at him with love in her eyes and repeats tenderly, “being uzumaki…” kurama immediately kinda regrets his decision to share this fact when they’re gonna be such sappy nerds about it

s) from my 1sentence challenge but it doubles as a hc: When he opened the door to their cozy apartment he saw her on the living room rug -- knees at a silly angle with fabric draped over her thighs, repeating the motion of her hand moving toward it, then away -- and when he got closer the red thread seemed to glimmer a greeting, her engagement ring winking in tandem, while she lovingly stitched the characters of his destiny onto the new haori.

..........i thought about stopping at n.... and then i decided i needed to get from n to s ;) (i’m embarrassing, i know, it’s ok, i’ve come to terms with it)

#narusaku #narusaku headcanon #narusaku hc #sakunaru #head canon #my hc #long post #ns #aero answers

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bloomsoftly · 7 years

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a place to rest my head

a thank you fic for @typhoidmeri. ❤️❤️❤️

pairing: darcy/steve (shieldshock) rating: g word count: 3748

(a million thanks to @ragwitch for her mad beta skills. xoxo)

The first time it happened, Darcy was absolutely positive it was an honest mistake on Steve’s part. Due to strange circumstances that were well above her pay grade, there was some hasty shifting of apartments in Avengers Tower. Well, of two apartments in particular. Completely out of the blue, Tony had demanded that Jane and Darcy switch apartments. But they couldn’t exactly argue with the man who owned the building, and so they were rather unceremoniously booted out of their home and ‘asked’ to trade with Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, all in the span of a couple of days.

To be perfectly fair to Jane, Darcy didn’t think anyone could say no to Captain Rogers’ earnest expression. Except she was pretty sure that the Captain wasn’t involved in the ruckus at all; he was out on a mission at the time. It only took a quick word from Tony, and they were moving apartments. It wasn’t like either of them was going to complain—for once they had access to all the high-quality, cutting edge equipment their little science-y hearts could desire (and the coffee was bangin’, too)—but Darcy was more than slightly bitter about the entire thing.

When she was woken up by the thump of something heavy falling onto the floor of her new bedroom, she was disoriented and extremely grumpy about the noise. Rubbing at bleary eyes, she shifted over onto her back and peered at the doorway. For a moment, her eyes struggled to adjust to the inky blackness and she couldn’t see anything at all.

“Jane?” She tried to ask, only to choke on a mouthful of hair. Huffing to herself sleepily, she realized that she’d forgotten to braid her hair back and there was a tangled mass of dark hair smothering her face. With heavy-weighted limbs—she and Jane were coming off a three-day science binge, and she’d really been looking forward to a full night’s rest—Darcy lazily swiped at the messy locks covering her face.

By the time she’d removed the obstruction to her vision, the room had fallen silent again. Darcy blinked blearily a couple of times into the darkness, but the room was still. To be honest, she was too exhausted to be truly scared, so she only grumbled to herself silently and rolled toward the middle of the bed. All she wanted to do was go back to sleep. She nuzzled her head into the pillow, already sliding into the welcoming arms of slumber—only for her eyes to jerk open again as the bed dipped with the weight of another body.

“What the hell—” she croaked, lurching upright and blinking into the dark. A soft snore answered her, and she was just able to make out a long, firm body stretched out on the bed next to her. She rubbed her eyes, but couldn't make out anything other than a vaguely male shape. Slightly scared and altogether sleepy, Darcy reached out with questing hands to examine the form. When her fingers met warm, slightly sticky skin, she opened her mouth to scream bloody murder. But then the unknown man shifted, rotating toward her. He let out a soft, exhausted groan, chest rising and falling beneath her tentative touch.

Darcy recognized that deep timbre; she’d fantasized about it more times than she’d ever admit. “Steve?” She whispered, foggy and wondering if she was still asleep. Her voice was hoarse and loud in the silence of the room, but it didn't seem to fully wake him up.

He did shift again, rolling his nude body—she was afraid to check if he was wearing underwear, wasn't sure what she wanted the answer to be and decided to leave it alone, as if his clothing situation was Schroedinger’s cat—to face her. A grumble escaped his throat again. “So…tired,” he slurred, punctuating the sentiment with another snore.

Clearly, the super soldier wasn't going anywhere until he'd gotten his rest. And Darcy should probably leave, go find a couch to crash on or something. She was exhausted, though. Besides, it was her room and her bed. A small, sadistic voice also pointed out that she'd been fantasizing about Steve in her bed for weeks, and she'd be a fool to pass the opportunity up. With a mixture of guilt and defiance churning in her gut, Darcy rolled back over and fell into a deep sleep.

Super soldiers were warm. Extremely warm, she found out. So warm that Darcy actually woke up thinking she was back in New Mexico, taking a sunbaked nap on the roof of the lab. Instead, it was Steve's chest pressed against her back, his arm a steel band around her waist. She took a moment to soak in the contact, then realized a couple of things in quick succession. One, that Steve was going to wake up any moment and it was going to be extremely Awkward™. Two, which she hadn't noticed before, was that he'd clearly fallen straight into bed immediately after the mission. Which meant no shower, which in turn meant that after several hours the room was smelling a bit ripe. Not quite enough to ruin the entire experience, of course, because she was being sleep-cuddled by Steve Rogers. She was definitely going to need a thorough washing of her sheets, though.

Despite the sense of impending doom, Darcy must've fallen asleep again as she waited for Steve to wake up. Next thing she knew, she was waking up to yet another loud thud. She bolted upright, and a muffled groan drew her gaze to the side of the bed. “Steve?”

His head popped over the edge of the bed frame immediately. “Darcy?” He scrubbed a trembling hand over his face, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Which, ouch. “What are you doing—” He cut himself off, looking around the bedroom that clearly wasn't his. “Where am I?”

“My bedroom,” she snapped, feeling guilty, as though she had somehow taken advantage of him. “To be fair, it was your bedroom first, I think. Tony made us switch apartments while you were gone.”

Steve sat on the ground, rolled up in the sheets from her bed that he'd taken with him as he toppled over the edge. When he still didn't say anything, she hugged a pillow to her chest and added defensively, “I didn't do anything to you. I would never. But you came stumbling into my room while I was sound asleep and I couldn't get you to wake up and I was so tired and—”

He blinked at her diatribe, then hastened to say, “No, I didn't think that. Not at all. I just—Tony never said anything and I—” He scraped a hand through his grimy hair, then looked with total horror at where his uniform lay crumpled on her floor. “Oh my god, I didn't even shower. I'm so sorry, Darcy.” He stumbled upright, and she tried to avert her eyes, she really did. But she caught a glimpse of dark fabric and knew that at least her nudity question had been answered. Probably for the best, really, considering his already-profound embarrassment. If he'd been naked, he might well have refused to ever look at her again.

She waved his apologies away. “Seriously, it's okay. I'll just put my sheets in the wash today, everything will be fine.”

Nodding distractedly from where he was attempting to break the sound barrier with the speed of his dressing, he mumbled, “Okay, if you're sure. I'm sorry, so sorry.” Without even looking at her, he headed for the door.

“Steve?” She called before he could disappear altogether.

His head snuck back into view, like a puppy waiting to be punished. She sighed, and let go of what she'd wanted to say. “We're good?”

“We're good,” was his response, unconvincingly delivered with a flat grin and tight lines around his eyes. As he vanished, she couldn’t shake off the sense that she'd lost something—something sweet and precious that hadn’t ever actually had the chance to begin.

When she stumbled out of her bedroom a few minutes later in desperate need of some coffee, Jane was already in the kitchen.

“Was that Captain America I just saw doing a walk of shame out of your bedroom, Darcy? Still in his uniform, no less.” Jane tsk’ed with an evil grin.

In reply, Darcy groaned and let her head fall forward to thud against the counter.

-:-

Steve avoided Darcy like the plague after the incident, as she and Jane had taken to calling it. Not that they’d ever had much reason to see each other in the first place, but still. It only took two or three times of him fleeing a room every time she walked in for her to get the point, and the other residents of the Tower were starting to give her odd looks. She tried not to take it too personally, figuring that he was probably still feeling awkward and embarrassed.

That hunch was proved correct when Tony himself stopped by the labs, mumbling some kind of vague apology for making them change apartments—not that he offered to let them change back, she noticed—winking at her, and then disappearing into his void of a workshop. Of course she knew that Steve had put him up to it; there’s no way Tony would ever apologize for something like that on his own. (He regularly hacked into her phone to ‘expand her infantile musical tastes’ and regularly refused to say thank you to any of the techs in the labs. The man was not the type to apologize on his own.) Steve continued to avoid her, though, and it hurt.

Needless to say, she was utterly surprised when he showed up in one of the common rooms at two o’clock in the morning as she was eating ice cream and watching trashy television. Even more surprising was that he plopped down next to her on the couch instead of running away. He was wearing a wrinkled pair of sweatpants and a soft t-shirt—stretched too tightly over his chest, as always. She tried, and failed, not to think about how much better he smelled this time. It was the kind of warm, inviting smell that made her want to cuddle up next to him and forget about her nightmares.

Resisting the urge, she focused on shoveling another bite of ice cream into her mouth. “I’m surprised you’re not immediately running away,” she mumbled, gaze boring into her innocent spoon. It gleamed dully up at her, taunting her with her cowardice.

She could practically feel his cringe. The sigh that escaped him vibrated through her body; she hadn’t realized he was sitting so close to her. “I’m sorry, Darcy. I panicked, I know. I was so embarrassed, and I didn’t know how to face you after that.”

With a rueful laugh, she pointed out, “But it’s been like two months. I never even blamed you for any of it. And yet,” she said, pointing her spoon at him, “you still leave the room every time I enter.”

His face fell. “I’ve been an idiot, I know. And I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

The man knew how to pull off the apologetic pout, she’d give him that. Chuckling to cover her weakness, she joked, “Can I get that statement on record?”

Grinning in relief, he said, “Sure. Just—can you please not show it to Tony?”

“No promises.” She bumped his shoulder with hers. They settled into the couch together, leaning back against the comfortable cushions.

“So. What are you watching?”

“Whatever’s on. Sometimes my brain is too loud. Trashy television seems to work.” Something about the late hour made her confess, “I still have nightmares, sometimes. From New Mexico. And London.”

“I know all about those.” As he spoke, his eyes were dark with remembered pain. Not knowing what else to do, she dropped her head to his shoulder. His arm came up to cradle her against him, wrapping around her shoulder and pulling her into his body.

“Well, maybe trashy TV will help you, too.” Darcy gently rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, hoping fervently that he couldn’t hear the thready thrum of her heartbeat.

“Maybe.” His chin dropped to rest on the crown of her head, and neither of them moved an inch.

She woke up sometime in the middle of the night surrounded by Steve’s body heat yet again. They were horizontal, now, with Darcy’s torso draped over his. It was warm and comfortable, and she had no intention of moving. He’d just have to suck it up this time, and get over his embarrassment before it even started. With that defiant thought, she nuzzled against his chest and allowed herself to drift off again. Before she fell asleep, though, she felt something soft running through her hair over and over, from her scalp down to the middle of her back. It was soothing, and she was lost to the gentle pull of the rhythm within moments.

When she woke up, her face was mashed into one of the couch cushions and her sleeping companion was gone.

-:-

Honestly, part of her expected that Steve would go back to avoiding her again, but he didn’t.

Instead, the opposite seemed to be true. More often than not, he found his way into Darcy’s path. It was like he had a homing beacon for when she was avoiding her nightmares, snacking on some kind of junk food in the middle of the night. It made sense in a weird, lonely sort of way, that one insomniac would find another. Like there was some sort of glaring signal screaming ‘I’m afraid and alone’ that guided him to her.

Their mutual insomnia increased in frequency, until they found themselves tangled together almost every night. What his excuse was, she didn’t know. But Darcy found it hard to sleep alone in her own bed when she knew that he was probably awake somewhere in the tower, ready to be cuddled. If that made her pathetic, she didn’t really care.

More often than not she woke at some point in the night, wrapped in his arms. He'd have her cuddled to him, her head pillowed on his firm chest, one arm around her back and the other stroking her hair. The first couple of times, she wasn’t sure it was happening, wondering if it was her sleep-deprived imagination. It kept happening, though, and eventually she became sure. She wanted to say something, anything about it, but never had the energy to figure out the perfect words. And every time she woke up again, he was already gone. The smell of his aftershave lingered on the cushions, otherwise she might've thought she really was going insane.

The next night, though, they were right back at it, and the routine started all over again.

The unspoken rule of silence surrounding their little dance began to wear at her, deepening the dark circles under her eyes and gouging permanent worry marks into her lower lip. Darcy felt as though she was caught in a loop of impossible choices: she couldn’t stay away from him, her heart wouldn't let her. Yet, every night she spent cuddled up next to him was followed by a day of pretend ignorance, and she felt as though it was tearing her apart.

On one such morning, Darcy lingered in her position stretched out on the common room for a few minutes after she woke, eyes kept firmly shut against the growing light of day. She didn’t want to face the emptiness of the room. But her fantasies of how the night could’ve gone couldn’t hold her forever, and eventually she had to force herself to move. You’re being ridiculous, Darce, she chastised herself. It’s not like you have any claim to him, no matter how hard you hold onto him at night. Rubbing at her eyes tiredly—she deserved extra caffeine today, she decided—she reached for her glasses and frowned in confusion.

There was an unfamiliar leather-bound book resting on the table. Curiosity got the better of her, and before she could decide whether it was a good idea or not, the book was falling open in her lap and she was thumbing through it with fascination. Her jaw dropped at the talent captured within the pages; they were Steve’s sketches, that was clear. Images of the Brooklyn of his youth, people he’d known and never talked about. Not to her, at least. This was clearly a huge invasion of his privacy, and Darcy shoved the journal away from her with a heavy, guilty heart. She pushed too hard, though, and it toppled to the floor.

With immediate remorse, she bent to scoop it up and deposit it gently on the table. She froze halfway through the motion, staring down at the book in awe. There, staring up at her from its careworn pages, was her own likeness. Brushing a fingertip over the charcoal lines, Darcy blinked around the tears welling in her eyes. She was beautiful. He’d drawn her in a million different poses: blinking heavily over a steaming cup of coffee, sound asleep and wrapped in a knitted blanket, staring out a rainy window. The thing that struck her the most about it, though, was the care with which he’d drawn her face. In every image, the lines were precise and tender, as if he’d spent hours memorizing them. Her fingers lingered, tracing the flow of the sketches across the page.

Her heart pulsed against her ribs, hard and quick, suffusing her veins with an intolerable warmth. With color rushing to her cheeks, the weight of her revelations leaving her faint and dizzy, she asked, “FRIDAY, is Steve in the Tower?” Surely he wouldn’t have left something precious within easy discovery of other people, not on purpose. Darcy had certainly never seen it before.

“No, Miss Lewis. Captain Rogers was called to assemble early this morning.” The AI sounded vaguely apologetic, and Darcy wondered whether it was capable of feeling sympathy. Suddenly, she was curious what this strange dance between the two of them looked like to the AI, then shook away the fanciful thought. “Would you like me to relay a message to him for you?”

“No,” the young woman answered thoughtfully. “But thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Lewis.”

Carefully, Darcy closed the journal and put it back where she’d found it. With a brain full of half-formed plans and ideas, she left the room.

-:-

Although Darcy made her way to the common room—to their couch, as she’d begun to think of it—every night, she didn’t see Steve again for almost another week. When she did, he’d beat her there. There was a bowl of half-melted ice cream on the coffee table (no journal in sight, she noted with interest), and some kind of cooking show quietly broadcasting from the TV.

He looked up with a tired grin as she entered the room, a strange expression flitting across his face. She almost wanted to call it relief, but didn’t know what he had to be relieved about. He looked exhausted, and she told him so. “Damn, Steve. What happened? You look like shit.”

Steve’s grin morphed into a huff of quiet laughter, and he shrugged in acknowledgment. “Wasn’t the best mission,” was all he said, lifting his arm so that she could slide into her usual spot cuddled against his side. “But we’re home now. I haven’t been getting much sleep.”

With her heart beating like a drum, so loud it was drowning out her own thoughts, she leaned away from him. His eyes were blue and curious, and she almost lost her nerve. “Well, I imagine sleeping on a couch isn’t gonna help with that.”

His face was blank for an excruciating second as he suppressed a flinch of hurt. It was brief, a flash of emotion before he shielded it and started to pull away. “You’re right, I’m sorry—”

“Luckily—” It was hard to get the word out over her pounding heart, lungs seizing and collapsing around what little air she’d taken in. She was too loud, trying to hear herself over her racing pulse, and he fell silent. “Luckily, we already know that my bed is big enough for the two of us.”

Standing on shaky legs, she held a hand out to him. He stood, but didn’t take it, leaving it to hover in the air between them as he examined her expression.

“Darcy, what are you saying?”

Expelling the air she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, she took a deep breath. Her heart still wouldn’t settle, so she took another. Finally, she was in control of herself enough to murmur, “I’m tired of being in limbo, Steve. And I want you to come to bed with me. What—what do you say?” Her tongue was tacky and heavy in her mouth, thick and clumsy and choking on her words.

All of a sudden, his entire demeanor relaxed. The rigidness of the Captain persona was gone, and only sweet, earnest, sassy Steve was left.

“I’d say—” he grinned, something wicked and playful and light, “—that I’m glad you’re braver than I am, sweetheart. And that I hope you’ve cleaned your sheets since the last time I was in your bed.”

She snorted at that and looked away, hiding her expression as he finally took her hand. “Give me some credit, Rogers. When I say that I love the way you smell, that doesn’t actually include your sweaty grossness after missions, okay?”

Ignoring the important part of the statement, Steve stepped closer—so close she had to tilt her head to look up at him. “You love the way I smell?”

Rolling her eyes, Darcy started down the hall. “I do. Is that a problem?” It was strange, feeling so shy around him. As though everything had changed. Her insides swooped and fluttered, over and over until she couldn’t tell up from down. She felt disoriented and giddy all at once.

Steve pulled her to a stop, swinging in front of her. He tilted her chin back with a knuckle, waiting silently until her eyes met his. “Darcy, there is absolutely nothing about this that could even remotely be considered a problem.”

And then, as she was parsing through that statement to try and understand his meaning, his head tilted toward hers.

She rose to her tiptoes to meet him halfway, and their lips brushed for the first time.

#shieldshock #darcy x steve #darcyland #thank you fic

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You Were The One

“Oh my god look over there.” Your friend and fellow trainee, Yoora, pointed in the direction where B.I. and the rest of IKON were. “Isn’t Hanbin just the most handsome guy you have ever seen?” Yoora waited for your reaction.

“He is” you sighed knowing you could never tell him.

“Let’s go say hello.” Yoora linked her arm with yours, pulling you by force. She knew you liked him, she liked him too.

“No, Yoora I’ll wait here.” You were too shy to even greet him unlike Yoora who regularly went up to him.

“Come on!” She stopped halfway and stomped loudly. She needed you to come along. “I’m putting my foot down now Y/N! How are you going to be an idol, singing on stage for thousands of people if you can’t even interact with one?”

“Yoora!” Hanbin called out to your best friend. Thanks to Yoora’s outburst Hanbin noticed her at the end of the hall standing with you. He decided it was a good opportunity to go over and greet you two.

“Hey” Yoora immediately gave him a bright smile. “I see you with all the boys are you guys going somewhere?”

“No, we just came back. What about you?” Hanbin’s eyes shifted from her to you.

“Me and my friend, oh that’s right. You two haven’t met yet.” Yoora pretended to have forgotten that detail before bringing you closer to stand in front of him. “This is Y/N. She and I are both training to be vocalists.”

You tried your best to smile, “Hello.”

“Hi.” Hanbin’s smile made your cheeks turn a light pink. It had your heart racing a thousand miles a minute. To hide it from him you put your hands up to your cheeks and couldn’t help moving from side to side.

Hanbin chuckled seeing your reaction. “That’s cute” he commented.

“Yeah, she’s like an anime character, always acting cute to the point where you just want to squeeze her cheeks.” Yoora moved your hands and pinched your cheeks harder than she usually did. The first time she met Hanbin she had used you as an excuse to talk to him. Now she kept using you as a way to get closer to him.

“Yah!” you protested but your scream came out more like a yelp which only made you seem even more defenseless and cute.

“Hey Hanbin let’s go” Bobby called out for him.

“I guess I have to go. I’ll see you two around.”

“Definitely” Yoora smirked.

As he waved goodbye you found yourself responding to the wave with one of your own. When you looked over at Yoora you saw her smirk had changed. She was biting her lip as she starred at Hanbin’s retreating form.

“He’s just so hot” she sighed. She knew she wasn’t his type but that wouldn’t stop her from trying.

Bobby teased Hanbin when he came back smiling from ear to ear. “Look at your face, it’s all red. Are you really that happy you talked to her? What was her name again?”

“Y/N” Hanbin responded. “Yoora finally introduced us. Now I know her name is Y/N.”

“It’s funny, all this time I thought you liked that Yoora girl. She’s always around you like she’s trying to get your attention or something.”

Hanbin shook his head, “No, she’s just trying to help me. She knows I like Y/N and offered to help me.”

At least that’s what Hanbin thought. In reality Yoora had a plan. She wanted to get closer to Hanbin and make him see that she was better than you.

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you sat down beside Lee Hi. She was listening to the demo you had recorded earlier for one of her songs. It was a practice lesson that she was giving you and now it was time to evaluate.

“Can you try doing the chorus one more time? I want you to put emphasis on the ending of these words.” She used a red pen to circle some words on the lyrics sheet before handing it to you.

“Yes, I can do it.” You were always a shy, quiet person. It was safe to say everyone labeled you an introvert but when it came to singing you managed to stand out.

Sensing a slight tremble in your voice, Ha-Yi gave you a pat on the back. “It’s okay. You did good, I just want to hear it this way too and pick the one that sounds best.”

You nodded several times thanks to the nerves. Going into record always calmed you so once you had those earphones on and the music began to play... you transformed. You stood up straightly, closed your eyes, and began to sing.

Hanbin entered the studio by accident. “Ah sorry, I was looking for-” he became silent as he heard your voice.

“Oh sorry.” Ha-Yi was about to flip the switch and tell you to stop but Hanbin stopped her. “No, it’s okay.” His jaw dropped seeing the way you moved as you sang. “Her voice is so beautiful.”

“Right!” Ha-Yi was a fan of your voice. “She’s the best trainee in the vocal department, reminds me of Bom unnie.” She sighed, “I miss her. But now I have Y/N. I already have first dibs on her for a collaboration and Jiyong Oppa is next so get in line.”

When you finished the chorus you jumped up in joy. “Was that good unnie?” The anticipation was killing you, you couldn’t stand still. You were bouncing back and forth.

Hanbin smiled seeing your cute antics.

Ha-Yi giggled slightly as her voice came through the headphones. “That was great. You can go for today.”

“Okay, thank you.” You put the headphones down and exited the recording When you got out and saw Hanbin there you went back to being shy. “H-hello” you greeted, not wanting to be rude.

“Hey” Hanbin gave you a warm smile.

“I’ll be going now.” You rushed out of there trying to get as far away from Hanbin as you could but it was no use.

Hanbin didn’t even say goodbye to Ha-Yi. He ran out after you, “Y/N wait!.”

You had no choice but to stop. “Ah, I don’t know where Yoora is. She might be in lessons.”

“What?” Hanbin wasn’t sure why you mentioned Yoora.

“Didn’t you want to ask where Yoora was?”

“No, I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Me?” you asked thinking you heard wrong.

Hanbin nodded. “Do you like coffee?”

You nodded.

“Want to get some with me?”

Again, you nodded. This was turning out to be the best day of your life.

“Alright, let’s go.”

You felt life was cruel to you, because after the best day of your life came the worst.

“Y/N” Yoora ran to you with a huge grin on her face. “Guess what happened yesterday.”

“What?”

“I did it” Yoora jumped up and down with excitement. “I finally told Hanbin how I feel and he returned my feelings.”

In that moment you felt your heart drop and break into a million tiny pieces. “What” you asked in a low whisper.

“I know you liked him too but we both knew you wouldn’t say anything so I went ahead and told him I liked him. Well not really told him but showed him.” She smirked seeing the look on your face.

You didn’t even want to ask what that meant.

“Aren’t you happy for your best friend? I finally have a boyfriend! And he’s so hot!” She rubbed it in your face knowing you were too much of a nice person to fight over him. She knew you would suck it up because she was your best friend.

You snapped out of your malicious thoughts and forced a smile. “I am.”

Three Months Later

“Y/N! Y/N, open...up. Yoora is such a b-” he couldn’t finish his statement. Hanbin’s words were slurred, he even hiccuped in between. His hand continued to slam against your door in an effort to get you to open up.

You recognized his voice right away and rushed to the door scared of what made Hanbin come looking for you at this hour. ‘Hanbin” you were taken aback by Hanbin’s sloppy state.

“Y/N you are such a good girl. You are home at this hour just like it should be.” Hanbin took one step forward and fell on you.

You wrapped your arms around Hanbin’s waist as you tried to stabilize him and got the strong scent of alcohol. “Hanbin what’s wrong? Why did you drink so much.” It was clear he needed help.”Wrap your arm around my shoulder.”

He did as he was told and let you bring him into your home. After kicking the door shut you slowly walked him to your couch. You stood him right in front of it, “you can sit now but first let g-” you were unable to finish. In his drunk stupor Hanbin sat down but didn’t let go of you. This brought you down with him.

“Sorry” he apologized.

“It’s okay” you were way too concerned with the state he was in to care about something small like being dragged down. After making sure he wouldn’t fall over you got up and thought of what you had to do. “I’m going to get you some water.”

You ran to your kitchen and it only took a second for you to return with the water. “Here drink this.”

When Hanbin tried reaching for the glass in your hand he only nudged your hand making you spill some of the water.

You realized he was worse than you imagined. “Why don’t I help you.” You sat down beside him. With trembling heart and steady hands placed the glass against his lips.

Hanbin looked at you as he drank the water.

Once the glass was empty you set it down on the table. “Do you feel nauseous?”

He shook his head.

“Does your head hurt?”

He shook his head, with laughter this time. He thought it was funny that now you were doing the talking while he shook his head.

“What is it?”

“Now you talk to me” he laughed some more.

His laughter was borderline creepy. You moved away a bit making him laugh even more.

“Sorry, I forgot you’re still Y/N.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, I’ve been drinking so I don’t even know what I’m saying.”

“I think you do. So tell me why you came here. You said Yoora’s name, is it something to do with her?”

He scoffed, “Yoora.” His voice was filled with hate and despair. He didn’t want to talk about her, he didn’t even want to think about her.

“Did you two fight?” You tried to guess what could push Hanbin into drinking.

“You could say that...you could also say I caught her cheating on me.”

“Cheating?!” You were beyond shocked. Yoora loved Hanbin, you couldn’t imagine her being with someone else. “That’s not true. She would never-”

“I saw it with my own eyes. She was with Mino.”

You shook your head, “that can’t be. Mino would never.”

“Oh I forgot you like Mino. I shouldn’t have come” he shook his head.

You didn’t even have time to react to his statement about Mino when he tried to leave.

“I’m going.” He got up but you stopped him.

“You can’t leave, not like this.”

“I have to.” Hanbin couldn’t help it anymore. His hand rested against your cheek as realization washed over him. The sparkle in your eyes had him feeling that warm sensation in the pit of his stomach that he had been missing with Yoora. “You were the one” he whispered, finally confessing to you.

Your heart dropped hearing those words. The same warm feeling came to you as you saw him inching closer.

His lips finally pressed against yours but you did not react. You couldn’t, you were too shocked by the chain of events. As you thought back to how he stumbled into your home you realized, “this is wrong.” You hesitantly pulled back from him. “Hanbin you’re drunk. This isn’t you talking it’s the alcohol.”

“No it’s not.”

“It is” you nodded convincing yourself it was best to keep a distance. “You love Yoora.”

“No, I don’t-”

“Then why did you pick her!” Your hand covered your mouth with instant regret. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath to cool down. “You wouldn’t have gotten mad to the point where you drunk yourself to the point where you can’t walk straight. You are hurt, heartbroken because she betrayed your love.”

“I liked you, that was why I talked to Yoora! But she said you liked Mino.”

“I didn’t! I liked you too!” you angrily confessed. “But you chose Yoora. She’s prettier and more outgoing, that’s why she won.”

“She may be outgoing but she’s not prettier than you.” Hanbin leaned in to kiss you once more and this time you responded.

-end-

A/N: Took it slow today since it’s my birthday. But I’ll get back to work tomorrow ^^

#kpop scenarios #b.i scenarios #hanbin scenarios #ikon scenarios #kim hanbin #ikon #winner mino #song minho #mino #winner #khh scenarios

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