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truglori · 3 years

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Sneaky Link 🔗

Synopsis: Black Reader and Eric find each other online!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Black Reader

Warning: Language, Smutt, Raw sex

Flopping on the bed Y/N found herself bored for the fourth Friday night in a row. This was supposed to be the season of hook ups and living her best carefree lifestyle that she had planned out but yet is was the exact opposite. Being on summer break from college Y/N had to come back home with the schools being closed. It was something she dreaded.

Home for her wasn’t the best place to be. Between her judgmental and nagging parents and older brother, Chris, Y/N was ecstatic when she discovered that she would be going to a school that was over three hundred miles away. Being four hours away gave her enough freedom knowing that she didn’t have any one breathing down her neck or snitching to her parents about whatever she did. With it only being her sophomore year Y/N loved the college lifestyle.

Getting up she went to her window to open it and put in her square fan. Her air conditioner that she always kept in her room was now being used by her brother so she had to settle for this. Turning the knob she felt the warm cool breeze coming through and taking up the room. Walking back to her bed she logged into her laptop going onto the web browser. Clicking the history she found the website she was searching for and tapped it.

Quick Link popped up on her screen. It was a site that allowed people to meet and chat with other people. Even though Y/N has been going on it for weeks now back and forth, she never met one person that she has chatted with yet. She was okay with talking to them online and even over the phone but the thought of seeing them in person scared her. With all of the Lifetime movies and ID channel she would watch, doing something as small as meeting up with them could be dangerous.

Y/N scrolled through her recent messages. She had over ninety-nine notifications. She knew that she wasn’t going to reply to them all, only the once she found cute. It was like a broken record being played. They all inbox her with the same messages, hey sexy! Y/N rolled eyes at the un-originality. To her it seem like the guys didn’t even try to put in any effort.

Tapping on the keyboard she began to text back the handful that she found attractive when she got two notifications. Hurrying up her sentence she exited out of the chat and clicking on her new direct messages.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Y/N, what in the hell is yo ass doing on this shit...10:35pm

HandsomeAssNigga👅- And I know you still online. I can see the green bubble by ya picture...10:36pm

Y/N squinted at the name. Who the hell was this texting her like they knew her? The question alone made her stomach flutter at the idea of getting caught on a dating site by someone she knew or knew her. Clearly this person recognized her enough to boldly message her. Clicking on their username she went to their page. Her heart stopped and thighs clenched at the same time.

It was Erik fucking Stevens aka her brother’s childhood best friend. Chris and Erik were the same age and only three years older than Y/N. Growing up Y/N stayed crushing on Erik. It was his braids that he rocked back in the day that had her drooling over him but also how nice he was to her. Y/N remembered the time when she was a freshman in high school and Chris and Erik were both Juniors she would always get a ride with them every morning in his 2005 Honda Accord. He would steal glances at her through his rear view mirror that only she would catch but to afraid to ask him about it.

There would be times that she would find underwear from a girl tucked under the backseat. Y/N heard about the rumored that went around the school that Erik was a player. An experienced one at that. He was grown before his time and with the way the lucky girls who had a chance to sleep with him describe it, he gave dick like he was a grown man as well.

Hearing that did nothing but spark the flame that she felt about him. She wanted to experience it herself. But being the quiet and timid person she was then, she never did. It wasn’t until Y/N went to college where she lost her virginity her freshman and started having sex on the regular with her ex who was also her first. From the first few times they did it, she could never cum from penetration. Y/N thought it was normal and that every girl dealt with it until she shared a few stories with her friends and they would tell her about the way their guys would make them squirt.

Squirting was something Y/N always wanted to do but could never achieve with her guy. She loved feeling him inside of her stretching her open but he was a quick pumper. He came too fast for her and couldn’t last long enough to get her to nut. So after every session she would take her bullet and tortured her clit until she felt her cream escaping her hole. Not having sex since the last time she was at school had Y/N body extremely horny and hot and ready like a little ceasars pizza.

Clicking through his pictures had her clenching her thighs. After he graduated high school, the graduation was the last place she seen Erik. She wasn’t even sure if Chris and him were still close friends. But what she could say is that he grew up very nice. He now had dreads that hung over his eyes with a clean shape up to top it off. His teeth pearly and white accompanied by gold canines he was wearing in every other picture and last but not least his body was everything. Standing at 6’3 and looking like a solid 215 from her view Erik was fine as fuck.

Giggling and embarrassed with herself she replied back.

BlackBeauty- Erik omg...this is so embarrassing. How did you find me?...10:40pm

Biting the nail on her thumb she waited for him to answer her. To her surprise he wrote back fairly faster than what she expected.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Noticed yo little ass on the explore page. I know you not on here meeting with these wack ass niggas...10:42pm

She laughed re-reading his message. To her it sound like it was possessive but she didn’t want to over think it.

BlackBeauty- Never!! I am not stupid. I haven’t met one person yet...10:44pm

Hitting the send button she rolled her eyes noticing herself getting desperate from his attention.

HandsomeAssNigga👅-Okay bet! I don’t wanna have to fuck you up youngin 😈...10:47pm

Biting her lip, she stared down the emoji. She wondered what that meant. She wondered in what way did he meant when he said he would fuck her up. At this point Y/N was dripping between her thick thighs.

BlackBeauty- What about you? I know you out here fucking these bitches you meet on here. Don’t lie lol...10:49pm

Y/N didn’t want to seem nosy, she was just trying to make conversation.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Damn you cuss now? And second of all don’t be worried about what I do with my dick. I’m grown and that’s different...10:51pm

Bringing a hand down to her covered pussy Y/N caressed it. The warmth coming through her panties and cotton shorts. She didn’t know what it was but the way he was responding had her feeling a type of way. She wasn’t the shy young girl anymore he used to know and she wanted to make that clear.

BlackBeauty- I’m grown too Erik 💦...10:53pm

Her heart beat sped up when she sent the text not knowing how he was going to respond.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- To who? I know ya young ass ain’t out here fuckin yet. You was too shy for that last time I saw you. Even if you was, I know you ain’t getting know real dick...10:55pm

HandsomeAssNigga👅- What’s that emoji supposed to represent? Ya pussy or sum shit? Let me find out Y/N 👿...10:56pm

There goes that little devil that had her questioning herself again.

BlackBeauty- I get dick on the regular. Good dick! And yes Erik that emoji reps my pussy. Same young pussy that’ll be too wet for you to handle! I’ll have you drownin in my shit...10:59pm

Y/N could always talk a good game online. It was where she could be get as nasty as she wanted without actually putting in work. The guys who would hit her up loved her foreplay that she had spit over the internet and she was fortunate enough where they never pressed her to meet in person.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Bring that pussy here and I’ma show you if I’ll drown in it. Stop fucking playing with me Y/N if you not gonna pull up. I don’t do this back and forth teasing shit. You tryna do a Sneaky Link or what?...11:02pm

Checking the hall Y/N seen that the lights were off. Her parents were most likely sleeping and Chris always worked Friday nights. This was the perfect time and opportunity to leave. She would have to sneak the keys from the key holder and use her dad’s car to get to his place. Y/N didn’t do this on the regular but because it was Erik she was curious. She wanted to see for herself if all of the rumors were true. Y/N was going to fuck him tonight.

BlackBeauty- Send me the addy..I’m on my way...11:04pm

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After showering and preparing for her dick appointment Y/N successfully snuck out of the house. She put his address in her GPS. It was a twenty minute drive to get to his apartment. Putting the car in park and turning it off, Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach grow while walking into the building. Taking her phone out she went to his message and looking up the apartment number he gave her. Apartment 3B.

Knocking on the door. She held her hands together tightly. She was beyond nervous and rethinking her decision as her heart kept thumping. She couldn’t believe that she was really going to go through this. After so many years of fantasizing about him in her room she was finally going to see the real thing. Y/N only wondered if it was as good as she hoped.

The door swung open showing Erik sipping on a glass of dark liquor. In nothing but a tight wife beater that clung to his chest and his sweats that hung low Y/N could see the print poking through so visibly. It looked like he was free balling it.

“Damn ma. You wasn’t lying about getting grown. You look good as shit.” Erik sipped from his glass. He stepped aside inviting her in.

Y/N smiled softly going inside. She only took a few steps in and stood to the side waiting for him. She heard the door lock behind her as it caused her to gulp hard on her spit.

Erik eyed her with his low eyes. He chuckled seeing that she was clearly nervous.

“So that’s ya thing?” His voice was low and deeper than what she remembered.

“What’s my thing?” Her soft voice speaking up.

“Talking shit online but quiet it person.” He stated putting her on the spot.

Y/N smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned facing his livingroom.

“Nah ain’t no whatever. What’s good ma? Where that big girl energy go?” He walked up behind her pressing his body into hers. The hand that wasn’t holding his cup wrapped around her waist gripping the small pudge on her stomach.

Y/N shivered when she felt his dick on her ass. Her assumption was right. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his sweats. She could feel the coldness of his chains on her shoulder when he leaned on her due to her only wearing a tank top. She grabbed his hand, not pushing him away but holding on to him.

“I’m here aren’t I?” She gazed at him over her shoulder.

He smirked at her smart remark. “You need anything before we start? A drink, blunt, something to help you calm ya scary ass down.” He teased.

She pushed his hand from around her waist and folded her arms. “I’m not scary Erik. If I was I wouldn’t be here.”

“Then why you barely saying shit?” He licked his lips.

Y/N shrugged. “It’s just been a while since I saw you. You look...different.” Playing with her diamond earning, she occupied her fingers.

“I may look different but I’m still the same Erik that used to jack ya brother up every time he fucked with you when no one was looking. Ain’t shit changed about me ma so you can relax. I’m tryna take care of you tonight.” He spoke stepping closer.

They were now face to face. Y/N’s frame staring up into his 6’3 one. When she would inhale she could smell his expensive cologne mix with the Hennessy he’s been sipping on since she got here.

“Okay.” She answered with a bite of her bottom lip.

Erik groaned at the action. Both of his hands behind his back now, he bent down to her level to meet her halfway. “C’mere.” He demanded a kiss with messy dreads hanging over his eyes.

Meeting him where he was, Y/N listened giving him one. The taste of the dark liquor transferring over to her taste buds from his tongue invading her mouth. The warmth of it made her melt under him and causing her head to lean back. She was already growing weak just from the kiss.

Erik reached behind her slapping her ass and gripping it with his free hand. “Fuck you doing all that for and I ain’t even do shit yet.” He spoke against her lips peaking through his eyelids.

“Hurry up then daddyy.” Y/N whined.

“That’s my name for the night? I like that shit.” He walked them backwards until they reached his room which wasn’t far away from the front.

Placing his glass down on his dresser he lifted her up by her thighs, picking her up. Y/N squealed from the unexpected action. She held onto his neck hoping he wouldn’t drop her. Erik chuckled playing with her ass cheeks before laying her down on the bed gently.

“You sucked dick before...miss grown?” Bringing his hand down, he massaged his print through his sweats.

Leaning up on the palm of her hands, Y/N nodded answering yes. She did it plenty of times with her ex, who she could make cum quickly off of head alone but the way Erik was grabbing his tool made her think differently.

“So what’s up then? Come show me what that mouth do?”

Kicking off her sandals Y/N got off the bed. His eyes stayed glued to her. Getting on her knees in front of him she tugged the sides of the grey sweats and pulled them down to his mid thigh. His dick sprung out almost hitting her in the face had she been centimeters closer.

Long and thick was what it was. A beautiful smooth brown texture covered his heavy package. Y/N felt her mouth watered thinking about how her cream and juices would look being all over it. This man was truly blessed and so far proving the rumors to be true.

Erik twisted his hips side to side wagging it in front of her. He lifted the wife beater up and tucked it under his chin so that he can get a good view.

Grabbing the base of his length Y/N eyed it. She was trying to figure out ways to be able to swallow this monster without choking. Sticking her tongue out she tapped his tip against it. A string from her saliva on her tongue being attached to his head every time they separated. With her prior experience and watching porn she grew to have her own technique.

Y/N allowed the spit to build up in her mouth when she sucked on his tip. No nigga likes dry head and she wasn’t going to start giving it today. She wanted it to be extra sloppy for Erik. Tightening her jaws she went up and down on his dick. Taking only about four inches of him and using her spit to stroke the rest of him. With just the little bit of his length she was able to take she could already feel him reaching her back.

“Fuck that throat feel good. Shitt!” Erik groaned gripping her tight kinky curls and putting them into a ponytail. He tilted his head watching her go stupid on his dick. He sucked in his lower lip when she began to swivel her head around.

Long drips of spit went falling down on her black tank top. Erik’s eyebrows scrunched up the moment he felt her take his balls in her mouth and suck on them lightly while stroking his tip. His stomach started to tighten and his toes dug into his carpet. This girl was trying to take his soul the way she sucking him up.

“Man whatchu doing Y/N?” Erik asked amazed, closing his eyes for a second. He couldn’t remember the last time he had head this good.

“I’m showing you that I’m grown daddy.” She answered coming up.

Now both of her hands were focused on playing with his balls while she sucked his tip and some of the few inches she was able to reach. Her eyes stared into his not stopping at all. She had him right where she wanted him. She could tell from the way his breathing sped up that he was getting weak and ready to bust a nut. Y/N tightened her suction to make it happen when she felt him pull her off by her hair.

Erik took one hand gripping her spit covered chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “Fuck is you doing sucking my dick like that ma? You tryna make me hold you hostage for the whole night?” He asked seriously.

Y/N giggled. “I just wanna make you cum Daddy.” She reached for his tip and gripped it making him jerk forward.

Erik smacked his lips annoyed that she had him feeling like sensitive. “Chill with that. Let me fuck you first before you suck this nut out.”

Helping her up and placing her back on the bed Erik slide off her biker shorts tossing them somewhere. Underneath them she had on some cotton hipster panties with little rainbows spreaded everywhere. Erik laughed when he seen it.

“Why you wearing shit like this ma?” He teased stepping out of his pants and getting on the bed.

“Because it’s cute. Why you worried about what I’m wearing instead of taking them off?” Y/N mocked his question.

Erik smirked bringing his hand up to the piece of cloth and ripping them straight down the middle and threw them on the ground. A gasp left Y/N lips as she was shocked from him doing that. Slapping his forearm, her lips went into a pout becoming upset.

“Erik, I just brought those two weeks ago.” She smacked the hand that was rubbing her thigh.

“You said to take them off. My bad. That’s the way I usually do it.” He lifted her legs by the back of her thighs while he consoled her as a distraction.

Y/N was frustrated at the fact that he ripped her new panties but also that she wasn’t going to have any to wear back home after this link.

“I don’t care how you do it, you shouldn’t have- ohh shiitt!” Her rant was cut off with the sound of moans leaving her mouth.

Holding her legs by the back of her knees Y/N glanced down to see Erik flicking her clit. The tip of his tongue felt wet and firm, in a good way. She really started to feel it when he took one hand and spread her phat pussy lips. Now her clit was out in the open and more accessible. Erik’s eyes met hers through his dreads when his lips wrapped around her bud and began to suck.

“Mm fuck...daddyy!” The sensation had Y/N’s hips thrusting to meet his vacuum like suction. So powerful and wet.

“I want you to cum on this fuckin tongue!” His words were muffled by the lips of her pussy surrounding his but it was enough to reach her ears. Taking a hand he smacked her outer thigh making his demand clear.

Her warm and slick juices ran out of her opening. It was something about the way he commanded her to nut that made her wetter and willing. Y/N liked to be dominated. Lifting up the tank top and pulling it up to her chest she tweaked and flipped her nipples adding to the stimulation. For her the feeling of having her nipples played with while getting her pussy ate made her orgasm a hundred times better.

“Eat this fucking pussy b-babyy-“ She whimpered feeling a tear slide down the corner of her eye.

Even though he noticed it, Erik didn’t stop. The juices that he caught in his mouth made it hard. He loved a good tasting ass pussy. Y/N definitely had one. Moving his assault from her clit he put his tongue in her tight opening. He began to fuck her with it. Erik put his hands under her ass cheeks and got a good cuff before bringing her back and forth on his stiff tongue. With the way her legs were still in the air he could see Y/N toes curl the second he started the action. She began leaking so quickly. Erik chuckled inwardly when he felt her walls squeezing on him.

“Mhm.” He moaned teasing her.

Y/N was cumming from the second time just off of his mouth alone. She reached down to rub her clit while he stuck his tongue deep inside her. She ain’t never got head this good before back at college. Her thighs began to shake as she felt another mini orgasm hit. Her pussy growing sensitive and overstimulated.

Grabbing his dreads she lifted his head up. “Daddy you was eating my pussy so good. Fuckk!” She moaned with a quiver in her voice.

“Now I’m bout to beat this pussy up real good too. Turn around. I want that ass from the back.” Erik barked getting on his knees.

Swiftly taking off her tank top, Y/N turned around like he said and got on all fours. She felt a firm smack to her right ass cheek. Moaning she rocked back and forth and twerked each cheek individually. Y/N looked over her shoulder behind her seeing Erik watching her move it so effortlessly. His hands went up to her waist and pulled her closer to him. Now she could feel her mound rubbing against his bare hard rock hard stick.

“Doing all this ass shaking, you better not try to run from the dick. I don’t want none of that.” He gripped a cheek spreading it watching her pussy lips follow.

“I’m not gon run daddy..I promise.” She reassured him softly.

Erik gripped the base of his length. Smacking it against her her clit he played with it for a while to warm her up. When he heard her moaning and seen her backing up against him he knew she was ready. Erik sent a drip of spit on the tip of his dick and rubbed it over it with a free hand. He teasingly dipped in and out of her tight hole. Y/N pussy was tight as fuck and he knew he had to work his way in. Getting deeper and deeper with each inch her warm wet walls clung on to him.

“Ooh fuck!” Y/N eyes closed not expecting him to feel like this. Erik was stretching her pussy out. Her arms sprawled out in front of her gripping his sheets.

“Tight ass pussy you got. What happened to getting dick on the regular? Hmm?” Holding her down by the small of her back Erik made her arch deeper as he stroked her slick walls.

Y/N’s mouth couldn’t close or make a sound. From the position he had her in she couldn’t move or run if she wanted to. Pinned down and made to take it. Erik was dicking her down. His heavy fat dick busting her pussy open and touching her stomach. Fuck that. He was putting it in her chest. Y/N reached behind her to hold on to his wrist while he pounded her pussy with precision. Her face smashed into the bed. His dick was too good for her.

“Ooh baby... Daddy don’t fuck me like this!” She shouted not knowing what she was saying. Y/N didn’t want him to stop but she couldn’t handle the pressure he was putting on her bladder.

Erik didn’t have just a big dick that could stretch a pussy out. He knew how to fuck with it. When he stroked he didn’t use his whole body he worked his hips and that’s what drove bitches crazy about him. Erik would fuck like he was trying to make a baby.

“I thought you came here to get fucked?” He asked lifting off her. He bended one knee and balanced his weight on his foot pressing it into the bed. His hand wrapped around her throat as he caught a rhythm making her throw it back on him.

The sound of skin clapping filled the room. Y/N’s arch was now the deepest it’s ever been with Erik choking her from behind and making her head tilt up towards the ceiling. Cramping in her stomach let her know that she was about to break. She was finally about to cum from penetration alone. His curved tip would press on a spot she didn’t know she had there causing her legs to convulse. Her whimpers and moans only encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing. Which was tearing her pussy up.

“Shiitt!!” She cursed grabbing onto her titty to have something to hold on.

Erik bit his lip seeing her ass tremble from her orgasm and feeling her squeezing his dick with a vice grip. He slapped her left cheek before pulling out to flip her over on her back. Looking down at his meat it was covered in her creamy juices. His dick jumped at the sight.

“Good ass pussy.” He mumbled in a trance.

Using the weight of his hips he thrusted finding his way back inside of her. The warm wet tunnel closing in on him. Erik lifted up the wife beater that was still on in the mist, and brought it up under his chin tucking it to move it out of his way. His hands found the back of her thighs and pinned them against her chest. He began stroking and getting deeper from the angle.

Being trapped from his hold that he had on her, the only thing Y/N could do was bring her hands to his hips trying to interrupt his movements. Y/N didn’t like this feeling. He was going too deep. Deeper than what she was used to. Shaking her head from side to side she pushed at his hips that only kept going due to her weak and trembling arms not being able to produce enough strength.

“Move ya fuckin hands.” He demanded while keeping his steady stroke. Erik cussed under his breath hearing the smacking sounds coming from her hole that could be mistaken for a pot of mac and cheese being stirred. That’s how good Y/N pussy was.

Her tight walls gripped his dick. Erik looked between their bodies watch the beautiful art being made. Her pussy following him whenever he pulled out to the tip just to be sucked back in. Pussy as good and wet as hers always got him to bust hard. He was close. Leaning down to her neck he kissed and sucked her skin while having her pinned down taking his length. Erik felt her walls slick up and knew she was about to nut again.

“Let that shit go mama.” He whispered in her neck.

Y/N’s nails scratched against his back. Her eyes wailed up with tears feeling the pressure in her stomach building up. She lost count of how many times he had made her cum tonight but she knew she was grateful and only prayed that this wasn’t the last time she got dick this bomb.

“Unhh.” She couldn’t produce any words. Her toes curled as she gazed at the ceiling feeling her body shake.

“There you go.” He pecked her neck.

Erik talked her through her nut while he continued to chase his. It wasn’t long before he felt his dick throb and grow inside of her. Pulling out he climbed on top of her holding his body up with one hand pressed into the bed as he stroked his dick with the other. Y/N opened her mouth and sucked his tip. She could feel his seed spilling on her tongue and traveling down her throat. She wasn’t usually a swallower but the way he had just fucked her he deserved to have his dick milked.

“Ahh shit!” Erik cursed caressing her jaw as he watched her suck him dry. She was cleaning both her juices and his nut off of his dick.

A popping sound escaped her mouth when she released him. Y/N’s body couldn’t move as she laid back staring at him with disbelief. Erik caught her face expression.

“What?” He asked standing on the side of the bed.

“Nothing. It’s just the rumors that I heard about you were all true. You do give some good dick.” Turning to lay on her side Y/N smiled.

Erik laughed. “Yeah well I could say the same about you.”

Her brows knitted in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Little birdy that goes to your college told me about how good ya pussy was. Had to find out for myself.” He smirked at her.

“Erik what are you talking about?” Y/N sat up.

“I’m talking about your ex that you fuck from time to time is my second cousin. Nigga couldn’t stop running his mouth about you. Small world ain’t it?”

He paused watching the confusion clouding over her face. “Besides why else you think I had hit you up tonight? It damn sure wasn’t to reminisce over the past.”

Taking off the wife beater, Erik leaned down to kiss her lips before walking away.

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stopeatingwhales · 4 years

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about a girl x kurt cobain

hi guys omg- it’s been too long since i’ve last posted something, and my nirvana obsession has risen once again so what a thought into writing something dedicated to the one and only kurt himself <3 thank you ever so much to the person who requested this, i managed to write something i think i’m somewhat proud of aha

Pairing: pre-bleach era kurt x reader

Warnings: nothing!

Word count: 2.165

Requested by anon <3

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Waiting for him to appear on stage for the first time was like a moment snatched out of a drunken stupor: so surreal I had to continuously pinch myself every few minutes for reassurance that this was really happening. With a mind cluttered in thought, it became hard to sit still for as little as ten seconds without being accompanied by an itch to either scratch my scalp in nervousness, or chew on my already bitten nails - attempting to sand off their roughened look from my previous antics. The most I had drunk that night was a couple sips of my gingerish coloured beer - with the room buzzing in anticipation and curiosity for who was headlining the bar tonight, it caused everything that even shifted slightly in its position to irritate me in all ways plausible. Unsurprisingly, I couldn’t manage to let anything settle in my stomach without having a sudden rush of nausea bubble up in my throat; it was Kurt’s first performance tonight with his new, reformed band, and being told that he was quite nervous triggered an anxiety in my veins stronger than the pain of the first rush of heroin dousing my body after months of not being able to get hold of it - allowing all my stress, agony and dread to escape my body at an expeditious rate as my body adorned the poison I was granting into my limbs. It was inevitable: Kurt was bound to be nervous before his first performance with new material to a bunch of strangers that had never seen the wonders of his model-face before, and although he had performed many times, a grasp of worry still caught into his hair as he tried to pass the time, like a knot you seemingly are unable to rid of, leaving you with no other choice but to resort to grabbing a pair of kitchen scissors and chopping that bunch of hair off. Which he had done many times.

Whilst time speedily went on, I found myself calming down by a small amount, consoling myself with different types of remedies in solution: downing my drink, ordering another (this time a gin & tonic to spice things up) and repeating the same, before slamming my now empty glass to the table and standing up to get a clearer view of the stage, knowing they were going to come on soon. All that wondered in my mind was Kurt, quickly reminding myself over all the time we had spent together - the times when we had first become friends. I had been introduced to him early last year when Krist had asked me if I wanted to see his new band he was bassing for - and immediately was I enthralled, knowing that once I had laid my eyes on him, I would never be able to detach them from him: a poor man, masked in aristocracy in ways not physical as it may seem. He captivated me. His presence carried such warmth it was able to counter against the sun; your cheeks immediately burning as he locked eyes with you. You instantly wanted to wrap your arms around him, and when talking, you were instantly drawn to his short yet meaningful phrases, laced in passion stronger than an avocado seed. As my eyes were locked firmly together with his, I was able to notice something so pure and wondrous I had been unsuccessful in finding in anyone else: care. A simple emotion, somehow one of the hardest to master. Regardless of what the subject matter might be, he always carried a certain interest to it - constantly having something to say. Even if you found him sitting excluded from everyone else, you could notice that there was something either battling his mind, or inspiring him for something - new music, lyrics perhaps. It’s enticing, it's human. He’s human.

Suddenly, a distorted strum of a guitar abruptly blared through one of the many amplifiers dotted around the small stage at the end of the room. The crowded space was now silenced by the hasty noise, my (slightly intoxicated, yet conscious) head now instantly turning to see what had happened - although I was for certain it was the time I had been most excited for. Little whispers and hushes were the only things you were able to hear for the span of a few seconds as the amp's sound had silenced itself, a small buzz affiliating throughout the room, a couple of heads turning back and forth to see the number of people collectively awaiting to listen to the music of the unknown band performing tonight. My eyes stayed glued to the stage as I pictured his character, standing there in the middle, Krist and Chad capturing the rest of the space, adorned by their instruments - playing along to Kurt’s beautiful melodies. Gazing at his figure, beautifully formed with such masculinity, decorated with concerning parts of emeation, slowly embarking its way through to the middle of the stage - guitar gripped firmly in arm - birthed dozens of baby butterflies inside my stomach, tickling my insides in all sorts of ways. My nervousness resurrected itself once again, as I had come to a realisation that I wasn’t imagining anything at all.

Silence.

No introduction, nothing. From his immediate grace to the stage, I could tell he was nervous; the bright light emitting onto his face allowed me to see his features much more prominently - allowing you to just about to see the small stubble that was forming on his face from his forgetfulness to shave in the morning. However, I wasn’t able to admire his face for long, only for a few seconds before he fixed his gaze to his electric guitar, placing his fingers on specific chords, then turning to stare at his bandmates. A couple looks were shared between them all, a mere roll of the eyes from Chad, a small smile from Krist towards Kurt - for motivation, as the good friend he was. Kurt on the other hand didn’t change his facial expression, only nodding his head at both the boys before switching back to stare at the instrument adorned by his grip, beginning to bob his head slowly - counting himself in. Even from afar I was able to tell that at that single moment, he didn’t carry a care or a worry for anyone but his guitar, focusing all his energy and thought into this one specific thing: the start of the performance.

1...2...3...4

As the music began, a smile branched onto my cheeks instantly. A song I recognised, my heart warming as I realised what was playing. About a girl, the song we wrote together.

Usually, Kurt would write alone, not wanting anyone else’s input and ideas; all the band played was what Kurt had written, for it was truly only his work on that stage, just a few people helping out to put it together in life form. However, there was a significant time after a band practice weeks ago where I had attended due to me having nothing else to do, and watching the three of them play always made me feel content - holding my heart with hope for the new wave of music they were producing. As they were packing up their stuff at the end of the rehearsal, Kurt had slowly wandered off from tidying up and had come up to me, awkwardly wanting to show me what he had written for a random song: hungry for my opinion even when he never really cared what anyone thought of his music. We ended up co-writing that specific song together, the song sounding the room at this very moment. As I stared at Kurt all that was met with my eyes was his entire concentration to perfect everything that he was playing; every move of the finger producing a different sound as he attempted to hit all the ones significantly partnered with the song. He knew I was watching him, that’s why he played this song first and foremost.

Lifting his head up from the guitar, his mouth instantly pressed itself onto the microphone, revealing his raw, raspy vocals. My eyes were physically unable to detach themselves from the sight I was seeing at this very moment. They had performed multiple times before, yet this time, something felt different. New. Almost as if everything pieced in together, and with just a bit of sanding around the edges - they’d be perfect, unlike any band I had ever seen live. Watching the crowd’s attention simply staying undivided towards the band made me feel a sort of elation the morning of Christmas would give you, the sensational feeling hitting you that its the date that brought everyone together; this time the music was the thing that brought everyone together. My eyes scanned the crowd, noticing some people bobbing their heads, surprised by their immediate tunes that were being emitted from the song, widening my smile - if that was even humanly possible at this moment. Their fresh, uncensored, gruffy sound was something not many bands at the time even thought about playing - that was for people who were behind their time, Sex Pistols era almost. The feeling that warmed my heart at that moment was something indescribable - illegitimate for words. It felt like a lighter had torched its way into my body, the sharp pain bruising a bright crimson all the way up my torso to my cheeks, a breath hitched back in my throat as I slowly figure out the way to breathe again. The pain that caressed my heart so dearingly was also paired with a strong sense of joy. Happiness. Delighted that the pieces of such a complex puzzle were fitting together.

As a minute or so went on, the crowd slowly began to get more and more into the music, some people now swaying their hips or dancing around with their friends. I couldn’t help but wonder how Kurt was beginning to feel, or what he was already feeling. Euphoria at the highest degree, something so strong not even a multiload of ecstasy could even attempt to give you. I found myself singing along to the words quietly, resulting in the people around me noticing that I was the only one who actually knew the song apart from the band. A random guy had turned to look at me, drink firmly gripped in hand, and with his rough attempt to shout over the loud music, whilst pointing towards the stage. “You know them?”

For a couple of scenes everything went still. I stopped moving, my eyes slowly getting lost with the man standing on the stage in front of me as I accidentally ignored the stranger’s question. I continued watching the stage, my eyes focused on Kurt - until his eyes abruptly opened, locking in with mine instantly. Startled, he noticed my starstruck expression, a little grin hanging off his lips. Maybe it was out of arrogance, however I knew he wasn’t planning on taking them off soon - not that I’d be the one to complain. His eyes were bright, glimmering with happiness; filled with life and fertility as they pierced into my soul so daringly, carrying the same devilish want that Adam had been challenged with once told not to eat the apple off the tree - his mind so intrusive he was simply unable to resist. His wondrous orbs carried a hint of impish, vanity, as they were also laced with a hint of seductivity and perhaps a shed of horniness, sudden greed blistering over his ocean-like eyes; he wanted it all, in the most wicked of ways. It would be a white lie if I had said this didn’t make me feel some sort of way; had he never looked at me like that before, I might’ve said otherwise. Perhaps his sudden bursts of confidence spewing out of him made him act this way, regardless, I knew it was something real. His eyes bestowed the same hunger he had initiated into his sudden approach when asking me what I thought of the music he had written, the first time me and him truly bonded together. I seemingly was unable to detach my eyes from him, for my body, heart and mind stayed encompassed in thought of how bewildered I was; in simply over a year, I had watched him grow, become more confident, sanguine, and it was all showing off now. He was staring at me as if the world was ending, and that I was the last thing he wanted engraved in his mind, aiding him into dying in such complacency it was almost as equal as equilibrium in the world of absolute zero. “Yes I do,” I muttered, nudging the unfamiliar person whom I hadn’t even set eyes upon. Feeling his gaze burn into my cheek, I continued to focus my eyes on Kurt, my tongue licking the sides of my mouth as I figured out words to muster. “That’s my boyfriend,”

#kurt cobain x reader #nirvana #kurt cobain #dave grohl #krist novoselic #90s #grunge #nineties #band imagines #imagines #fluff #smut #angst #my writing #grunge is not dead

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the-kaedageist · 3 years

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omg I am absolutely ravenous for details about the shadowgast groundhog day fic. (my secret favorite trope.)

Yes, I’m so glad someone asked about this one! This is a shadowgast wip I’ve been working on since November and I’m hoping to someday finish it up and post it, although it’s stalled a bit because I want to incorporate better Lucien lore into it.

I started writing it before the Nein went to Vermas outpost the first time, so a lot of it is going to be AU, but the basic premise is that Essek casts a new spell he’s been working on to save the lives of the Nein and it accidentally traps them in a time loop.

I wrote about 17,300 words of this before I got stalled by not having a closed enough canon to mix the info with, so I’m hoping once Matt drops more Aeor lore, I’ll have what I need to finish this up and post it! I think this should be a long multi-chapter fic, probably around or over 50k, if I can finish it.

Here’s an excerpt! This takes place right in the beginning, at the end of a desperate battle with Caleb terribly wounded and the rest of the Nein dead (as far as Essek knows).

Caleb nodded and moved to step back the way they came. His foot landed on a patch of ice covering a dip in the ancient floor; the ice splintered beneath it, the crack of it echoing through the chambers beyond, so loud that Essek was surprised it was not deafening.

“What was that?” a voice said clearly from inside the larger chamber.

Caleb and Essek stared at each other desperately, Essek’s own alarm reflected on Caleb’s face. Then, without skipping a beat, Caleb began muttering under his breath and pulled something from his pocket. He leaned down slightly, sharing breath with Essek as he stared deep into his eyes.

“My friend, I’m sorry,” he said. “Find a way to save us all.”

Then, Caleb’s mouth was on his, kissing him for all he was worth. Essek made a small noise of surprise, just gaining the wherewithal to kiss him back before Caleb pulled away again, shoving Essek backwards, deeper into the corridor. “Go!” he hissed, and Essek looked down at his hands and realized Caleb had made him invisible.

He was about to protest when another voice cut him off.

“Back for more, are you?” a lilting voice asked. The purple tiefling that had utterly wrecked them was leaning in the doorway, red eyes trained on Caleb. They’d told Essek in the onset of this mission that he could see through invisibility – wanting to take no risks, Essek ducked further down the corridor, hoping he could take the tiefling by surprise while Caleb distracted them.

Without a word, Caleb threw up a wall of fire behind him, blocking Essek from view completely and leaving him separated from the battle.

Essek stared uncomprehendingly at the flames, suddenly realizing what Caleb intended to do. He fully intended to run through them and rescue him, using his last spell—

But recklessness had never been his style, and it certainly was not going to save them now.

He had a fifth level spell slot. Just one. He couldn’t save Caleb with one fifth level spell.

He had a spell he’d been working on, all those lonely nights in Eiselcross with the Nein gone and peace agreed upon. A spell that used all of his dunamantic knowledge to manipulate the fabric of time itself – something never been done before. Caleb had expressed interest in such knowledge, once. Essek had been afraid to try it, terrified at what it meant that he could even craft such a thing, but unable to stop the sheer joy of discovery as the theory ate at him until he developed it completely.

It was madness. The son of Dietra Thelyss would never dream of such a thing. The Shadowhand of the Bright Queen would be tried for blasphemy for such an attempt.

The Mighty Nein would have found it stunning, the type of insanely chaotic idea that suited them all so well.

He reached into his pocket for turmeric, feeling the dusting of powder between his fingers even as a Fireball went off on the other side of the flames. The words came to him from memory, whispered into the empty corridor in a voice hoarse with grief. If this worked— if this worked—

The corridor faded out around him.

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tartrazeen · 3 years

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Random HankCon Reverse AU Post

I wrote this on Discord some months back, and very luckily somebody fantastic helped me out by finding it! <3 <3 <3 The context was around the HK series already being a canonical type of android in the game: it's a housekeeper model, like the HK-400 Connor hunts down in his first investigation with Hank. So from that, everyone was discussing a reverse AU where Hank was an HK housekeeper, Connor was an overworked older brother taking care of his younger brother, and one of them was proposing that Connor just rent an HK to help around the house and take the load off. And from that, I came up with this roughly described - but still fun and angsty - concept. Picture reading it as I wrote it: mid-conversation, and butting in to slap this idea onto everyone. :D

Omg - Hank helping out enough in just a few ways by making lunch or something, or dinner for the next night, and Connor actually having time to go to sleep and spend time with both of them. Or Hank activating a Cranky Child Up Past His Bedtime protocol and making Connor go to bed, because the poor guy doesn't have an off-switch when every single case just needs a 'few more minutes' for him to crack it.

Connor having such a rough week that his little brother saves up cash from - pfft, I dunno, what's stupidly diabetically sweet enough for this - recycling beer bottles from around the neighbourhood, purely to rent Hank for Connor's sake AND THEN IT BECOMES LIKE SOME KINDA WEIRD-ASS DATE THAT NEITHER OF THEM SEEM TOO INTERESTED IN ENDING But then - then - they get into a bit of a routine like that. Connor's happy enough to rent Hank when his little brother needs him, but now it's grown into a... "Okay, fine, if I need him too, then that just helps both of us. That's okay." ... And then one day, his little brother's staying at a friend's house or something, and Connor's - just... bored? Lonely? Tired? He's not sure. But he flicks over to a website, sees Hank is available, and decides to rent Hank really just for himself. And it's the first time that's ever happened without a kid in the house or without Connor himself being too exhausted to function, so it officially becomes a weird-ass date of them hanging around. Maybe going outside to get air. Whatever happens. Now here's where I can draw upon some more IRL bullshit: water heater rentals. These things last ten years, you pay $40 a month to rent them, but at the end of the tenth year, you'd still have to pay to buy it out. And that - despite everything you pay - could still cost like $6,000. Even if you bought the thing outright, it would've cost $5,000.

I say that because I imagine Connor getting to the point where he's thinking... he might buy Hank. Whenever rental products go up for sale, there's usually a steep discount, so he thinks it won't cost too much. No one else rents Hank as much as he does anyway, and he's not sure how much he's spent, but surely that would knock the price down. He's still very much trying to think of this as a practical transaction to manage the purchase of a machine, after all. Except Connor is the one asking to buy Hank. The company isn't offering. So the sticker shock at the price is - just... unbelievable. To the point that Connor very much regrets even opening his mouth. And the nanny company says it's that or they throw Hank out, because - just the IRL - they can't be seen selling Hank cheaper or giving him away when they're done with him, or they'd never make any money. "People would just wait until he's thrown out and go dumpster diving." So now we have a ticking clock and Connor has a bill to pay. We could do two things from here: 1) Connor gets the money (spoiler). It isn't easy. He's already doing all the overtime he's allowed because he's volunteered for it - he can't afford to let something like sleep get in the way of catching a murderer - so he's making the most that he can. He doesn't have any vacation or sick days to cash in because he's used them all whenever he's burnt out; that's probably why he looked into getting Hank in the first place. And it's not like he has time to get a second job or anything. It's his little brother that asks, "Do we really need a car?"

So they both start selling everything. They don't really need a crappy couch. This table's been wobbly since day one. A garage full of crap that is coated in dust and grime is just enough to get them over the edge of it. And it's a weird feeling, bringing a nanny-bot back to an almost empty house. Connor might comment on how there'd be a lot less to clean, which is bullshit, but the best he can in defence of it all. So Hank takes it for what it is, slowly appreciating exactly what this meant for all of three of them. It's an empty house that's quickly become a full home. 2) Connor doesn't get the money (yesssssssssssss) Because there's just no way to pay that. It's ridiculous - even if he could afford it, he should still be arresting these people, because this is an obvious robbery. He can't make that last leap to admit this is more than a machine to help around the house, and the company - just... "Okay. You have three days to change your mind if you're interested." His little brother tries to get him to. He asks if Connor can just sell the car. Not only is that a bad idea, because how else is Connor going to get to work, but who's going to pay that much for it anyway? It's not worth it, Hank is a walking piece of plastic programmed to be friendly, and if they need a nanny-bot so bad, they can buy a new one for a third of what the rental company is charging. On the second-last day, his little brother tries the ol' "Rent Hank for Connor's sake" trick. It's a last-ditch effort to get Connor to admit that they would all feel awful losing Hank, machine or not. He's real enough to them, right? Wrong. Plastic. Money. Facts. Connor's more pissed that his little brother wasted more cash that could've gone towards paying a price they would never be able to afford anyway, and walks off to let his little brother hang out with the android for a last night. He doesn't want to draw this out for himself, and Hank had better be gone by the time Connor comes home.

Connor doesn't do much. He mostly just walks around for hours. And for way too long - eventually, he's at a park, and there's Hank emerging from the snow (oh yeah, it's snowing) to gently wait there in silence. That goes on for long enough for Connor to accept that he's going to miss Hank. It's a short conversation, and Hank's used the Cranky Kid protocol for Connor to know to start heading back, but that's all Connor says: "We'll miss you, I guess. Thanks." Hank is gone by the time Connor wakes up. The house is quiet, his little brother has his breakfast, and Connor has his lunch made. And that is what really gets to him. Hank - over and above his programming - once again took care of Connor, too. Those walls that were already dropping finally drop the rest of the way, and knowing perfectly well that he's too late, he calls the rental company up to ask if there's a payment plan or some extension or anything he can do to keep Hank. There is! Fortunately! And if Connor would like to arrange that for any of these other rental androids, the company can certainly help. What about Hank? Well, this is a business. They had a deadline and costs around that deadline, so they couldn't keep waiting around forever in the hopes that some family changed their mind about buying a standard android. It's unfortunate, but yes, Hank was appropriately disposed of. Would Connor like to buy another android that looks like Hank instead? Connor hangs up before they can give him the full sales pitch. His little brother notices. His work notices. Everyone notices that Connor's different lately. He's reached an almost terrifying level of laser focus on his work. He has all the time he wants to catch all the bad guys he feels like, and he does because who's going to stop him, really? And it goes like that while his little brother keeps asking for Connor to rent a different android, or to just buy one that's like Hank. On and on and on and on and on and on and on until Connor finally just loses it, dumps his phone on the ground, tells his brother to do whatever the hell he wants so long as he shuts up, and storms back out. He's out there for hours in the cold, half to spite Hank's memory - that he's become painfully reliant on for reasons he ascribes to guilt - and half because he knows it's not only guilt he's feeling. Everything tingles. His fingers, his nose, his ears, and he's at least considering going home to his car so he can warm up without having to do a walk-of-shame back inside. He's saving that for when his brother's asleep. This is roughly a minute before he notices Hank walking out in the snow. Not Hank. Not exactly. It's another android that looks like Hank, and that jolt in Connor's chest twists into a searing ache again. He's changed his mind and he's out here entirely for spite now, because his little brother must've called his bluff and rented another nanny and sent him to drag Connor home.

He's committed to that until Hank mentions the number of times Connor's tried to fight him on going to bed, and the grand total of zero times that Hank's lost this fight. Hank's very good at this. He's had to deal with a lot of rough families and teenagers. Hank remembers that because each family has a profile saved based on every visit: preferences, schedules, the kids' needs, memories... They've always been backed up. It's a business, after all. It takes Connor a few minutes to get it. He's still trying to decide if this android is real or not, let alone... his Hank. And Hank is perfectly willing to keep coming back to convince him. And he will, every time, for as long as Connor keeps a copy of his memories. ... But it is going to be after Connor is in bed. Connor's never been happier to get dragged away, kicking at this 1.98m cuddle-bear the whole time.

#dbh #detroit become human #hankcon #hannor #hank x connor #reverse au #angst #fluff #rough draft #ripped straight from discord #my stuff #good job tartra

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daredevilexchange · 3 years

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What’s your fannish ID? I'm AnnaHawk on AO3 and Anna-Hawk on tumblr. Anna is a name that I've always liked and thought of using if I have a daughter one day. Hawk is the English translation to a part of my actual last name. Now, I have 2 daughters, but I went with different names because Anna has become a part of me after having that handle for several years.

What types of fanworks do you create? I write fics. I've always been an avid reader. Since I started learning how to read, you would always find me sitting somewhere with a book. I love to be able to immerse myself fully in a story. When I discovered fanfiction, I knew that I'd found my special universe because it gave me the possibility to stay and discover new stories in the fandoms that I loved. It never mattered if it was canon or not. Just the fact to have a sort of continuation in that world was amazing. Some fanfic authors have moved me more than any published authors have been able to. It took me nearly a decade of reading fics to finally sit down and write one myself. I had a lot of ideas (the number of plot ideas that I've garnered of the years and have been sitting in a folder is huge), but I didn't have a writing process. I would sometimes sit down, start writing, and when I stopped, I wouldn't be able to continue. As for branching out, I don't have any talent for any other craft.

What are your favourite types of fanworks, when you’re not creating? Definitely fics. It's how it all started. Ever since I started writing more, my time for reading has lessened a lot. But if I need a break, I'll go to a different fandom than the one I'm writing in and vanish in a fic. Fanart would be the second one. I've discovered so many absolutely wonderful artists over the years. Some drawings can get me just as hard as thousands and thousands of words.

What do you like in particular about this fandom? The short answer would be Frank Castle, hahaha. When I saw Frank Castle on Netflix, it was love at first sight and after more than a year, I finally sat down to write down one of my favorite fantasies. It took me forever to write those 4K but after that it was like a revelation and I couldn't stop writing anymore."That's how it happened for me, anyway. I could never seem to write anything or at least, finish it. And then Jon came along as Frank and wham, I just did it. The longer one would be this: the MCU is pretty much the only reference I have for this fandom. I must have read maybe one comic, but that's it. When Daredevil came out, I was very curious because I enjoy this genre (superheros. People with powers. Fantasy. You name it.) Netflix really did an amazing job with this show, pushing the rating up. Very satisfying to watch, and the cast was amazing. And then Daredevil S2 happened. Frank Castle was an immediate crush. Frank is the one who got me into writing. My favorite ship is by far Fratt. I just love the dynamics between Frank and Matt. I've only written two fics for them, but I want to write more.

Do you like participating in fan events? Both? I think that fan events are amazing. Bringing people with the same love for a fandom together is wonderful in my opinion. But at the same time, I can stress easily about it and put some pressure on myself because I'm not sure if I can deliver. In time. Writing for @frattweek was easier because I had the choice to go for anything I wanted. A gift exchange is more complicated because OMG, what if the giftee hates what I wrote for them? Those are my thoughts right now since I entered my first DDE, hahaha.

What about your creating process? I can write during any time of the day, but I'm usually more active at night. And my life being what it is now, I don't have much choice BUT to write in the evenings. Music has definitely helped me write. At times, when the house was just too loud or simply because the melody would be in synch with what I was writing at the time. It's not a necessity, though. What I need, is my peace, especially when I'm stuck. I write in chronological order. I will write down ideas for future scenes, but I will always finish the previous one before completing the next one. I've tried writing whole scenes that happen later, but in the end, they wouldn't really fit because I would have made some major changes in the story along the way, and they would just feel off.

Do you interact a lot with other fans? Before I started writing myself, I would very rarely leave a comment on a fic. Even if I liked it. The fic would have had to really move me to get me to comment. It wasn't until I started writing myself that I realized how important comments/feedback can be. I know that not everyone wants or need comments and I know that they aren't mandatory, but to me, it was suddenly clear that I needed to let people know that I enjoyed their writing/art. It's after I started doing this, that I met some wonderful people. I spent over a decade reading fanfics without ever really interacting with anyone. Such a shame because now I've found a wonderful fandom and amazing and talented people. There's a true feeling of "belonging" that I've never felt before. Find me as anna hawke#2609 on Discord!

Do you have other fandoms you'd like to talk about? Oh, there are a TON of fandoms that I enjoy. The list is never ending. I have several ships in the MCU but the other fandoms I enjoy are different from this one. My first fandom was the Harry Potter one. It's the fandom I've been in the longest, but I've fallen a bit out of love with it. Some parts of it are just plain nasty and I don't want to deal with that. Then there's the Teen Wolf fandom. I was already 30 when I started that ridiculous show, but I stayed for my OTP. The only time, where I knew about the ship before watching the show. I didn't expect to fall for it the way that I did, though. A more recent love but no less fervent is the Detroit Become Human one. The only video game that made me go look up fics and give me the desire to write for it. I really don't think that the fandoms or the ships have anything in common with DD, Punisher etc. I can't really say what will get me into a fandom. Sometimes I just see two guys and go: Oooooh! XD Because I need a ship to get into a fandom.

Is there any particular piece you'd like to showcase for this post? Why not mention that first ever fratt fic? I'm really happy with how it turned out. https://archiveofourown.org/works/24556855 Nice Suit . Always time for Coffee, is my reader fic series. It started as a fun way to get a fantasy out of my brain and transformed into something huge with feelings and angst and... well... a lot of smut XD. It's been ongoing for over 2 years now and it sort of shows my, let's say, growth as a writer who's first language isn't English. https://archiveofourown.org/series/1366675

Is there anything else you want to tell us about yourself? I ramble, I rant. Don't get me started LOL.

Where can your fanworks be found? https://archiveofourown.org/users/AnnaHawk/works

Thank you, @anna-hawk !

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sleepy-yn · 4 years

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Stray Kids: Reacting to their GF Missing Them

A/N: This is basically something I’ve been daydreaming about fjfdjkk so there’s that. Basically their Gf’s record themselves on tiktok to the song “Mr. Loverman” and “Me and my Husband” and the boys see it. ALSO the boys don’t have a dating ban here and they are public with their relationship (some more than others) NOT PROOF READ

Chan:

You were still in Uni and it was stressful being a student

it’s also very stressful when your sweet boyfriend lives across the world

you had visited him for a week recently but, obviously, you had to go back home

it was one of those early morning study sessions because you really needed to pass this quiz

you looked up at the picture frames on your desk and tears started to spill over the keyboard

you missed chan so much it hurt in your chest

like if there was a hole where your heart should be

you decided to scroll through tiktok as a way to escape from your sadness

that’s when you heard the song “Mr Loverman” for the thousandth time and you decided to let your feelings out

chan’s fans knew he was in a relationship but he cared too much about your privacy that he never introduced you to his fans

after you finished uploading the tiktok, you decided to get back to studying

chan was finishing up his work for the afternoon when Felix came into the studio

“Hyung look” he shoved his phone into chan’s face

we all know felix has a secret tiktok

Chan saw you sitting at your desk, tears in your eyes and several words on the screen

the familiar lyrics “I’m Mr. Loverman, and I miss my lover man” while he read what you wrote broke his heart into a million pieces

“i miss him so much. I want to see him again.”

tears threatened to spill from his own eyes as he watched you look so broken

felix took that as his cue to give chan some space

He needed to see your face even though he knew it was late

accepting the facetime call, you almost sobbed at seeing your handsome boyfriends face

“Hey babygirl’

“hi channie”

“Why are you still awake, love?”

“i miss you too much” you said in a whisper, a pout on your lips and your voice quivering

it was all about to spill out again, your emotions were just not in tact at the moment

“baby please don’t cry” :( i’m literally about to cry writing this

He wishes so badly that he could be there to wipe your tears

chan hated seeing you sad, you crying was his ultimate weakness

After calming down, he told you to stop studying and get some rest

he hummed the familiar tune to you while you fell into a soft slumber

you bet your ass that he booked the soonest flight to go see you

Minho

please i can’t get enough of this gif

so you lived in korea with minho

you both lived in an apartment together and although small, it was your home

you worked as a therapist for young adults and dealt with a lot every day

you and him never really saw each other during the day because of how busy you two were

it was comeback season so that meant he was rarely home

actually, he wasn’t home at all; he stayed at the dorms with the boys so that transportation and work was easier

so the house felt even emptier and although you were extremely supportive of the boys you missed your husband

so one night when you got home from work, you just burst into tears

a patient of yours talked about losing his first love and yadayadayada

it just hit you for some reason

but you knew it was stupid to cry, you should be happy your husband was back with his brothers and doing what he loves

so while you made dinner you continued, you listened to the playlist you made for these types of scenarios

and with your luck, the song “Me and my Husband” started playing

all the emotions you had been holding in flowed back out as you related to every word

what you didn’t know was that Minho was done early today and was making his way back home to you

and at the perfect moment, when the line “But when he walks in, I am loved” he walked in the door

turning to look at him, you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face

jumping into his arms, he staggered back a bit but held you nonetheless

“Did someone miss me?” he smirked

“oh shut up and kiss me” and that he did

all your sadness faded away and the stress taking place in your body relaxed

“you really missed me didn’t you?” he said, wiping what was left of your tears

“yea yea, now come help me with dinner”

he couldn’t wish to be anywhere else but here with you

Changbin

look at his smile pls

you and changbin have been married for about a year now

his fans were super supportive and they honestly were warning HIM not to break your heart

you were a youtuber and a producer who made music for groups like KARD and VAV

so obviously you and changbin barely saw each other when you two were busy

however, you had a day off but changbin on the other hand had to help chan with a song

even though today was your anniversary, you made him go help out chan

your marriage was important but you knew how important music is to him and the boys

looking around the house at the pictures of the both of you, you started to get teary eyed

all the memories came hitting you like a bus rip george o’malley

you decided to put all these memories into a video not only to put your emotions somewhere but for the fans as well

but there was a twist at the end no one expected

while Changbin and Chan were focused on the track they were working on, Jisung came in to show changbin something

“Just look”

changbins attention went to the video in front of him

there you were doing your makeup and a couple textboxes showed up talking about how depressed you were in the past

you were not in a good state of mind and weren’t sure life was for you

that was until Changbin walked into your life *cue “But when he walks in I am loved”*

He smiled at all the pictures of you and him; your first dates, the proposal, the wedding, and more couple pictures

but what he wasn’t expecting was the last picture

there you were, holding a pregnancy test with a hand covering your smile

bet your ass all of twitter was already talking about it, that’s how jisung found it

both chan and jisung were hopping off the walls congratulating changbin

He packed up all his stuff and rushed home as fast as he could

when he walked in, there you were in bed watching his music videos

He didn’t even say anything, all he did was kiss you and hug you so tight in his arms as if your were going to slip away

“So I’m guessing this means you’re happy?”

He kissed you again “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I wanted to surprise you” you shrugged

he layed in bed with you, head on your belly

“See that? Those are your uncles, they already want to meet you” you giggled

“and that is your daddy, I’m going to protect you with all I am. I already love you so much”

“what are you doing, Binnie?”

“shush woman I’m talking to my baby

you rolled your eyes, “i was your baby first”

He cupped your cheek and looked into your eyes

“you still are, you’re just my big baby”

giggles filled the air as you two wondered what your future would look like

Hyunjin

now hyunjin is a special case

all your days were filled with laughter and fun, your relationship was never dull

but recently he couldn’t be with you as much as you wanted

there were rumors about hyunjin dating and him and the company weren’t sure whether to deny or admit it

so for the mean time, you two couldn’t see each other for a bit

your days began getting dull and gray, you missed your energy boy

it didn’t help that you were just about to graduate and the stress of your future was filling your head

one day, it got too much and you spent the day crying

you missed hyunjin so much and wished he could be there with you

so what do you do to organize your thoughts?

make a tiktok

choosing the song “Mr Loverman” you record yourself sitting in your bed, head in your arms and curled up in a ball

the text went along like

“If it benefits him, I want him to let me go. I miss him so much but I know that this means the world to him. I just want to hold him”

of course the viewers had no idea what you were talking about, except for one

felix walked towards where the members were having dinner

“hyung look”

watching the video and listening to the lyrics, his chest felt so heavy

he wanted to throw everything up because the sadness was eating him up

“i have to see her”

although the boys were worried about the media and what the company would say, they still let him go

sitting on the floor against your bed listening to the song on repeat, you didn’t hear hyunjin come in

spotting you, he sat in the spot next to you

you jumped and looked at him with wide eyes

“hyunjin you can’t be here! what about the company and the saesangs and-”

he kissed you and held you in his arms

“i don’t care about any of that. If i can’t have you, I don’t want any of it.”

there you two sat, holding hands and looking at the moonlight from your window

he didn’t need to have supporters when his main supporter was sitting right next to him

Jisung

i miss minsung omg

you were an idol and it was no secret that you and jisung were in love with each other

but your companies forbid you two from being with one another, at least until you had a couple more years of being an idol

you and jisung had to pretend you were best friends, but that also meant no seeing each other very often

you wanted so bad just to say fuck it and come out to the public anyway

but you knew how much music meant to him

both of your fans weren’t even mad about the rumors, they were more mad at the invasion of privacy

one day, you had a video scheduled to do a cover

and what song did you want to sing? “Mr Loverman” of course

there you sat, in a blue turtleneck topped by a brown coat and plaid tennis skirt

as you sang, the lyrics just kept getting to you

you didn’t cry but when fans watched and analyzed the video, they noticed parts where your eyes watered

stray kids were one of the first viewers

there they sat in the dorm in front of the tv

watching you sing, they all praised your voice and how pretty you looked

but jisung noticed how the song affected you, and honestly it affected him too

he got his jacket and left the dorm, ignoring the boys calls and yells

arriving at your apartment, he knocked softly

and there you were, in one of his sweaters and tears in your arms

before any of you could say anything, he hugged you and tucked his head into your neck

“jisung?” your hands played with his hair

“ we can make this work, i don’t want to lose you”

after a while of talking, you too were just watching tv and cuddling, *like in the gif*

you didn’t want to be anywhere but with him

Felix

this gif makes me fall more in love with him

Felix and you have been a couple for about a year and a half

your fans loved how wholesome your relationship was

he was the light of your life and was the biggest energy booster

felix was always cooking and baking for you

now you were another idol but you were a solo artist

you also compose songs for groups like day6

so one day you were on the radio show that young k brian hosts

“so y/n, you are very open about your relationship with Felix. what is a song that reminds you of him or your relationship.”

you talked about the song “Me and my Husband”, making sure to remind people that you and felix aren’t married yet

so they asked you to sing a part of the song for them

as you sing the lines “But when he walks in I am loved, I am loved”

they all talked about how nice your voice was and continued talking about your career

but at one point, there was a phone call to the radio show

it was felix, you were so shocked that he would call but nonetheless it made you giggle

during the call, he told you to look over the the door

you looked over and there he was, drawing a heart with his breathe that hit the window *like in the gif*

you blushed and laughed at him

you can guess how much twitter was freaking out over the interaction

at home later, you thanked him for making your day

“i just love being your number one supporter”

Seungmin

im so in love with him

although seungmin and your relationship was fairly new, you two didn’t spend as much time together

you knew each other’s boundaries and knew how much your personal lives mattered

but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss each other

you were still in school technically but you also were an intern at a hospital

this meant that you didn’t have time to spend time with seungmin since you were either at your internship or studing

your favorite pastime was tiktok and playing the piano

so in the small free time that you had, you would post covers on tiktok and you gained a huge following

seungmin and the rest of the boys followed you on their personal accounts they have one and we all know it

However one day, you were missing seungmin terribly

your body ached for the feeling of his hugs and kisses on your nose

your followers kept suggesting for you to cover the song “Mr. Loverman” so you used this opportunity to let your emotions out

Seungmin was scrolling through his following on his tiktok account and he found your new video

your sweet silky voice filled his ears and he couldn’t help but smile

but his heart was starting to feel heavy and he noticed how your voice broke just a bit

after he finished watching and saving the video, he decided to video call you

and there he was, with so much love in his eyes

“I missed you”

“i miss you too minnie”

the two of you kept on the conversation being the sweetest couple ever

he made sure to never let you feel like that again

Jeongin

hes growing up so fast im crying

you and innie were still in school

and we all know how he is so obviously being in a relationship was fairly new and crazy to him

however you had a semi career on youtube where you posted singing and dance covers of numerous songs

recently, your music teacher assigned for you and the rest of your peers to sing or create a song that you relate to deeply OR reflects on your life

you browsed through songs like Gone Days, Zombie, and other various kpop songs

but you wanted to be different and do an english song

you were pretty good at english, since it was a class you chose to take

you also knew that your viewers were wanting an english cover on your channel for a while

deciding to chose the song “mr. loverman”, you started to record

unbeknownst to you, these videos were going to be shown to several other classes

one happening to be jeongins

while in the big auditorium, several students gasped and praised your singing skills

jeongin, however, looked over at you with stars in his eyes

after school, you both went out to your favorite cafe and back to the dorms

“you sounded really good” his cheeks were heating up

“i was singing about you, you know”

that earned you a kiss on your cheek and cuddles the rest of the day

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lnarizakis · 4 years

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SAM HIT 1K !

hey, everyone! a few days ago i hit 1k followers and i’m so excited to share with you all this news! it’s been six months of writing, posting, and making new friends, and i’ve recognized the results of all of my efforts. thank you to everyone who’s been with me on this journey, even if i met you in march, or just yesterday!

i acknowledge that in the past i’ve been selfish and self-conscious about that number, but everyday i’m grateful that i have a growing number of people who have my back, supporting me, even if it’s through a simple like or even an anonymous ask telling me they really enjoyed a particular work of mine.

and, with everything you do in life, you encounter people who will support you, make your life better, and just know how to help you up when you’ve fallen: friends. that being said, i want to write a letter to all the friends i’ve made on here since i don’t know when i’ll be able to get the next chance to . . .

TRIS , i remember seeing you appear in the comments of almost all of my posts and i just want to thank you personally for always supporting what i have. you don’t realize how much every little comment means to me, really! it always puts a smile on my face to see you comment something and it feels like i’ve accomplished something, so thank you. @tris-does-stuff

HANA , you really don’t know how happy you’ve made me when you told me you were a fan of mine. it just... shocked me? to know that i have people out there that genuinely support what i do? we only really started talking for a couple of days but i feel a strong connection between the two of us (it really may be our matching mbti types, too!) and i’m so glad to be able to call you my friend. you didn’t hear this from me, but i constantly look back at the #anon makes me happy tag and read through those anonymous messages you sent me. i love them (and you) very much! @wansseul

ELLIOT , i know you as one of my biggest supporters for coaches don’t play, and i find that really heartwarming to see that even after, what, two months since i’ve updated, you reblogged it with the tag #thank you for updating! ! i was so happy to see that, and you even proceeded to send in an ask about it afterwards too! i know we don’t really talk often—but i definitely think we should— but i know that you’re so incredibly sweet, especially after i was having that rough slump of mine i think last month. you were so kind to tell me that you’d always be here if i need to talk with someone, so thank you very much. i’m very grateful to have met you! @keiyoomi

JJ , hey, jj!!! i know we haven’t talked in a hot second, but look! i’ve reached 1k followers! i remember you were around during my coaches don’t play days, and that you always sent an ask after almost every update. sometimes i fiind myself looking back at them and smiling, knowing that you were enjoying what i wrote, so thank you very much! i want to say another thank you for being there for me when i was feeling really down in the dumps, and for taking the time out of your day to write me a message on discord. i’m so grateful that you did so, and i hope life treats you well. also! i began reading the great gatsby for school, so we should talk about it sometime hehehe. @kunimwuah

DOVE , aka uvogin anon, dovey lovey, my favorite inbox invader! i . honestly don’t know how we met. like one day u just appeared in my inbox and BAM ! we started talking! and i don’t regret every single thing i send into your inbox (even beany cock) . i always look forward to whenever you send things in my inbox and i really mean it when i say you’re my favorite inbox invader >:) it makes me so happy to see you active on tumblr and to see what you bring me everyday. i am very grateful you’re in my life, and i hope we continue to talk more and more! @fantasiesofdreams

SAL , i remember the first time i talked with you! you liked one of my posts and i was like oh she seems cool, i’m gonna follow her and congratulate her on 400 followers. and soon enough, we started tagging each other in those tag games and later we just grew closer and closer! i’m so happy that we got really close and it always brightens my day to see you on my dash; you never fail to put a smile on my face. thank you so much for being my friend and always being there when i need a good laugh! @sugaanoya

AI , ai, ai love you! i remember following you for your “be my boyfriend” series, and i hope it continues on your new blog (no promises, of course!). i also was there during your blank kita era, and it was honestly something that made me laugh out loud. i’m pretty sure i turned on notifications for you at that point because i was so invested with this drama. you’re just an insanely nice person whose kindness rivals your love for suna (or is it sakusa? your disloyalty, tsk... just kidding!!!). i know that we haven’t talked a whole lot lately but i will be sure to hop in your inbox and stay for a while some time soon. thank you so much for being my friend and i hope you stay happy and healthy! @wiintiier

KAI , aka caca wife! i remember when we started talking on rircus, and at first i didn’t really know who you were, until one fateful night when the conversation about caca happened. at that moment i knew we had similar senses of humor and i remember that i couldn’t stop laughing. it was the caca madness! if i’m being completely honest, i look up to you as a big sister that i’ve never had and i really appreciate you for that, so thank you for being in my life! @lcaita

NAOMI , aka newmie! i remember we first started talking in rircus and i want to thank you for welcoming me so kindly in the server, and especially during the first night we talked, which is when i had a problem and you helped me out immensely. i just want to say thank you for every time that you’ve helped me, talked to me, and made me feel better when i felt less than okay. i’m so glad that i’ve met you and i hope you accomplish great things in your life. @kuraomi

MICKIE , probably one of the only people on discord whose mesages i find myself laughing at a lot. you’re always brightening up the mood wherever you go, and i always find myself looking towards what you have to say today. thanks for that! i also think about that (may i say, really funny) exchange between the two of us on here when you went: “oh god i can’t believe HE’S almost dead ahhh” and i have no idea who you were talking about so i went “omg it’s sero,” and you went on this LONG RANT and it was just so funny to me!!! thanks for always putting a smile on my face. and also! thank you so, so much for suggesting that i get curtain bangs, a decision i really don’t regret! i was afraid i was going to hate them, but i find myself looking in the mirror a lot and thinking: “wow, that is a whole different person.” in a good way! so thank you very much. @tokyoghoose

GERE , aka my ex-wife... sorry about that :( . i never got to say sorry for that but the caca bond runs strong, i hope you understand. i just want you to know how much of a kind person you are, and especially how welcoming you are, too. i was so glad to be welcomed so kindly in your server and it’s become one of my favorites to talk in. i also want you to know, that especially with current times, that things will get better and i’m so glad you’re staying positive with everything going on recently. i love you for you, please remember that!!! @t-amajiki

ISSA , omg, girly pop. hahahaha!!! issa, you’re such a genuine person and i remember meeting you for the first time on rircus. you welcomed me with open arms and you were just the kindest person i met on there. you’re someone who’s just so beautiful inside and out, and the way you’re so large and in charge with your feelings is something i really admire about you. i know we don’t talk so often, but i hope we do. i want to thank you for being my friend, and especially always making me laugh! i love you very much, issa! @indigohitoshi

KYLIE , kylie!!!! the co-founder of our son, iwaizumi hajime. this was literally peak popularity and i knew i was never to get as many notifications as i did in that moment. of everyone i could have shared the account with, i am so glad that i was able to do it with you because we were able to grow closer because of that. now we have this weird inside joke that our son gets mad cooch, and that every day we must think of in another life. where are the daily in another life tiktoks??? of course, our son isn’t the only thing i associate with you. you’re such a kind, hilarious, and genuine person, and to be honest, sometimes i really worry for your wellbeing. get some more sleep, kyl!!! you deserve it. i want you to be grucchi, not tired and wanting to die. thank you so, so much for being my friend, and i am so happy that i met you! @peppermintkiddo

TO, LIKE, EVERYONE FROM RIRCUS , the best people i could ever meet. i’m sorry i couldn’t write an individual letter to all of you, since we haven’t interacted so often for me to pick out one specific memory that i could hold and cherish, but know that every time i come on rircus and talk with you, it is a moment that i will always remember! thank you so much for being my friends and i love you all so, so incredibly much. @kaoyuuuuu @reogou @haikyuu-but-low-iq @yooooooooooomi @samdwich @kenmauwus @shirasusgf @macaronnv @king-kawa

TO EVERYONE THAT CONSTANTLY LIKES, REBLOGS, OR COMMENTS ON MY WORK , you know who you are. i know who you are. i can literally tag you right now. but i think i’ll prefer to keep the anonymity. thank you so much for sharing my work, giving me feedback, and everything. it mean so much to me, especially if there’s a comment attached to the reblog. you make me do a little happy dance!!! i love you so much for what you do and i hope you continue to support me in every way possible!

FOR PEOPLE THAT I MISS/PROBABLY WON’T READ THIS

MEL , hi mel! i’m not very sure if you will read this, but i am so happy that i met you and that we began talking. i remember we began talking after i asked for people to send in memes for that meme war against my sister. i told you i won, right? well, i did. ahhaha anyways, i am very sad that we sort of grew apart and i hope that we can begin talking again soon. you were the highlight of my spring semester. i enjoyed talking with you so much. but i hope that you and your family are currently doing well and that you stay happy and healthy! i miss you very much, melon, thank you for being a part of my life!

RAENAH , hi rae! i think meeting you was a blessing, to be honest. i can’t remember a time when i was utterly annoyed by your presence, nor was i ever mad with you. you are such a kind person with such a pure heart, and during your time on tumblr you really showcased it for everyone to see. you were literally with me from literally the very beginning, during the “my name is...” days, and all i can say is that i am blessed to have met you! thank you so much for lighting up my life, talking to me whenever you made the time, and especially playing minecraft with me. it was so fun, even if it was for a short while. i hope you had as much fun as i had! again, thank you so much for supporting, befriending, and getting to know me because i will never forget you on tumblr dot com. i hope you stay well and make sure you rest often, especially with uni! @a-kaashi

MIYU , where has miyu gone? just kidding. i know you’re there. i hope you read this because i don’t want to tag your new blog. anyways, i just want you to know you make my dash ten times better. it’s literally so boring without you spicing it up, with you talking with anons and your mutuals. i definitely think i should invade your inbox more, what do you think? when i was starting on tumblr, you were a very big inspiration to me and i am very proud of all the works you write. you still are someone i look up to as a writer, because you have such a creative spirit and it makes me so happy you’re able to showcase it for everyone to see. i hope you are staying healthy and well right now, and thank you so much for being my friend!

GIGI , poop. i genuinely miss you very much, but i know that school takes a priority for you. i hope you’re doing well with your classes and that you find the man of your dreams. hopefully it is not the skater boy because you deserve someone as insanely hot as kurapika. no cap. i remember during my chrollo pfp guy craze you were there to deter me away from liking him, but let me just tell you, we’re getting closer tbh. ;) . just kidding, we really aren’t, but we’ve been talking quite a bit. i also want to tell you that you’re someone who’s made me smile with everything you say, and i find myself sometimes typing the way you do. you’re an influence, gigi! please stay happy and healthy and make sure you get lots of rest during your time at school! @gigiwrite

MARS , best for last, am i right? i’m not really sure when i first saw you on my blog, but i remember you’ve been here for a very, very long time. i think it was back in july when we first started talking. you were 🦊 anon, and it made me so happy to read that you felt comfortable enough to reveal yourself! from there, i knew we had a bond from the way we interacted with one another. you’re just such a kind person and you show that to everyone you meet. it’s a quality i wish i had in myself and i really look up to you for your genuinity. sometimes i feel like i don’t thank you enough for how kind you are to me, but just know that with every time i talk i’m always grateful that you’re in my life and that i’ve met you. i know you’re someone i can always lean on and i hope you see me the same. thank you so much for being in my life; you’re someone who means a lot to me. @maru5hka

TO BASICALLY EVERYONE HERE

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 1K!!!! YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME. i am so grateful for each and every one of you; you guys are so hot and sexy. i am so grateful to have met you all, even if it was just a simple “you’re added to the taglist!” or a “thank you so much!” i count it as you being my friend and you interacting with me. you guys aren’t my followers; you’re my friends. thank you so much for being my friend and being here for all of my weird shenanigans i have up my sleeve, whether it be my meme war against my sister, my obsession for blue lock, and my huge crush on chrollo pfp guy. well, here’s to me for being sappy and here’s to many more!

#sam’s 1k party #no im not doing anything i just wanted to give it a label #discord server maybe

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cal-puddies · 4 years

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idk if your doing requests but i’ve had this idea stuck in my head for a days and i think it would be such a cute imagine. you and calum are best friends but you both like each other and after the boys finish recording best years they all invite their girlfriends into the studio to listen to it and they tell you to come because they know calum’s contribution for the song was lowkey about you and while your listening he just looks and u and omg i’m in love with this man

“Hey monkey cheeks... hi little handsome!” You greet, walking into Cal’s. Duke comes right up to you and flops on his back for a belly rub.

“Hey jerkface.” Cal greets.

“How’s the album coming?” You ask, picking Duke up so you could keep rubbing his belly.

“It’s good. I think we’re really capturing where we are right now. Luke just wrote something killer, so I’m pumped.”

“Well Luke is a great writer.” You shrug.

“Yeah... you staying tonight?” He asks, gently touching your lower back.

“Eh... undecided but you know I can be persuaded.” You smirk. “Here, back to your pops, baby Duke.” You hoist the dog into Calum’s arms.

“What’s it gonna take to get you to stay?”

“Beg? Hours of oral? Not sure yet.” You shrug.

“You know id do either.” He smirks.

“Which is why I keep coming back to your bed.” You grin. You grab yourself a glass and make a drink real quick. “Have you had dinner?”

“Nope. Was just gonna see if you wanted to eat together.” He admits.

You help yourself to his fridge and decide to cook him something. “When’s the last time you didn’t eat take out?” You ask, moving easily through his space.

“Been a bit, yeah?” He laughs.

“That’s what I thought.”

You do end up staying the night, and Cal shows his appreciation for a home cooked meal with a couple rounds of oral, and a nice and slow session chest to chest. That usually meant he was feeling some type of way about something. You’d lay next to him and he’d be there with you, holding your or your hand, but you could also feel he was far away. His hand slides up and down your back, his lips kissing the top of your head until you turn to face him.

“You ok Monkey Cheeks?” You whisper.

“Yeah, I’m ok jerkface. Glad you came over tonight, Happy you’re staying.” He whispers back, finally meeting your eyes.

“Me too.” You press your lips to his chest, and he just holds you as you fall asleep.

He takes a deep breath while he watches you sleep, letting your scent fill his nose, your presence just surround him. He can’t shake the feeling that you belong there, but he knows he can’t ask you to be there right now. He can’t be there for you the way he wants to be.

And that starts the internal argument, Luke and Michael have figured it out, and Ash is working on it. Why couldn’t he do it?

But he could, he had. He just didn’t want that for you, didn’t want you sitting alone at dinner tables, and explaining to your family that he couldn’t be there because he was on tour, didnt want you ordering drinks alone at a bar while he was out across the world.

He takes you out with Ash for coffee and breakfast in the morning, he low key pays, but doesn’t touch you in any way, and you were used to it. This is what being with Cal meant, and you accepted it.

You miss him when it’s weeks between seeing him because schedules don’t line up, and you’d never want him to feel bad so you don’t tell him you wait for him. When he’s on tour he asks who you’re dating, and you’ll make up a date or two, but ultimately no one lasts long.

And he doesn’t understand that, because he thinks you’re perfect.

You’re sprawled on your couch one afternoon when Ash sends you a text.

- we’re previewing a couple versions of some songs tonight, why don’t you come by?

You weigh your options, you’d love to see all the guys but it’s basically a guarantee that you won’t get any attention from Cal. You’d like to see him anyway, maybe you could get him to go for a drink after. Luke and Sierra would probably go.

You decide you have to go when Sierra and Crystal both text and to ask you to come and Luke calls.

So you do a little make up, put on the good jeans, and throw on a t shirt you tie up.

You let yourself into the studio Ash directed you to.

“You came!” Luke says in his larger than life way while squeezing you and picking you up. You get hugs from the girls, Ash and Michael, and Cal hugs you so it’s not horribly awkward.

Luke and Ash talk animatedly about the songs they play for your, Wildflower, Best Years, and Not In The Same Way. And there were already a couple versions of each.

You can feel everyone’s eyes on you for Wildflower, but you feel Cal’s on you during Best Years, while you watch Luke’s face as he watches Sierra.

You glance at Cal out of the corner of your eye, and you don’t recognize the look on his face, but you don’t dwell on it.

“You all never cease to amaze me.” You admit, to Luke while everyone’s mingling.

“Thank you!” Luke grins, “think Sierra and I might be going for drinks, you should come, I’m gonna ask Cal too. Michael already said no and Ash needs to go do yoga, I think he said.” He explains.

“I’d like that. I’d just be going home to be on my couch.” You chuckle.

“No cant have that, come out for a couple drinks.”

Sierra comes over, “Cal’s in!” She stands on her toes and kisses Luke’s cheek and then she turns toward you, “what about you? Drinks? Say yes! Please!” She asks, before giving you a chance.

“Yeah, I just told Luke I’d go.” You chuckle.

“Ok! Good! I’m gonna ride with Cal, we’ll see you guys there.” She kisses Luke and turns and he grabs her hand. “So he can’t change his mind.”

“Fair... you wanna follow me?” He looks at you.

“Sure.” You laugh.

Luke gets you guys in VIP, and he gets his tequila on the rocks and lets you order what you want before you guys grab a table, waiting for Sierra and Cal to show up.

Luke talks to you about how work is going for you, and catching up. You’ve been around awhile, hanging out with Cal, a couple years now. But he knows it’s more than that, he knows the way Cal’s face lights up when you come around, or he gets a text from you. He loves getting to FaceTime you. And Luke knows it’s deeper than that. All of them have walked in on you and Cal having a moment or sharing a kiss, the long hugs goodbye. Or even just noticing the little touches or the grins when you lock eyes across the room. And he wants more dirt about it without outright asking you.

But Cal and Sierra show up and Sierra tells him to sit next to you.

“Hey,” he grins at you, face softening.

You’re there for about an hour and Cal keeps touching your thigh or brushing your hands together under the table, and then Sierra is asking for you to come with her.

“Good, girls are gone. Let’s cut the shit.” Luke says, leaning closer to Cal.

Cal finds it abrupt and he’s confused. “Excuse me, brov?” He asks.

“What are you doing with her? Are you gonna date her or just keep dragging her along? She’s so good for you Cal, we all see it. And she makes you so happy. And you deserve that. But she doesn’t deserve this.”

“We’re friends.” Cal shrugs.

“Nah, mate. No one believes that. You don’t even believe that you’re just friends. I don’t know what’s holding you back from her. You’re lying to yourself. You don’t think every one of us saw the way you were looking at her tonight? Even if we all didn’t already know, we would now.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do Luke! She deserves better than what I can give her right now, with our schedule!”

“You’ll figure it out. It might be tough but you’d do it to keep her happy... if she makes you this happy... I saw your face when you saw her here... you can’t string her along forever. Someone else is gonna give her everything you want to give her.”

Luke shuts up, because you and Sierra are coming back, and he doesn’t want you to hear this.

After another drink you look at your phone and laugh, “it’s so late. How does this always happen with you!” You accuse the table.

“Do you need to go? I’ll get an Uber with you.” Cal offers.

“Ummm...” you look at him and glance at Luke and Sierra giving you intense stares. “Yeah. I mean I can stay too, just didn’t realize it was already this late.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m ready to go.” Cal says, leaning into you.

“Yeah.. were gonna go too. You two stay safe. We’ll swing by tomorrow and bring you to get your cars.” Luke says. You grab your phone and your jacket and the four of you make your way outside.

“You coming to mine?” Cal asks, quietly, though he doesn’t know why because obviously all of his friends know about you. He pulls out his phone to get the Uber.

“Uh, no I think I just wanna go home, sleep in my own bed.” You shrug.

“Ok.” He nods. You all wait together til the cars come, hugs are shared. Cal calls Luke big fella when he wishes him goodnight and Sierra and Luke call him sweet boy. And you melt a little at that exchange. You love the way Cal is with his friends. You ride quietly to your place, only about a mile from Calum’s. He walks you to your door to make sure you make it, and he shoots you a goodnight text, which included a picture of him and Duke in bed.

And Cal can’t sleep. His mind is just going over and over what Luke said. And how you look at him, and you always come, and are always there.

And fuck, Luke’s right. You could have anyone, and he doesn’t want to chance that you’ll find that anyone while he’s gone on tour. You’d figure it out. This only doesn’t work if you don’t want him too. And he really doesn’t want to get hurt that way.

- if you aren’t already with her, go to her. Luke told me he talked to you. Sierra texts him.

He checks the time, it’s almost 3 am. You’re bound to be asleep. But he figures he’ll try anyway.

-awake? He asks.

- just barely.

-I’m coming over.

He almost waits for a response but he’s already climbing into the Uber when he gets a thumbs up from you. He lets himself in with the key he has and makes his way to your room.

“We gotta talk.” He says, slipping in your bed after taking his sweats off.

“It’s 3 am, do we really gotta talk now?” You chuckle. You lay face to face with him, because he has that serious tone.

“Yeah... I like you, a lot, probably more than like, but I don’t want to scare you, and I’m so tired of avoiding that topic just because I’m gone. It wears on me. When we were listening to Best Years earlier I just felt so strongly about that message toward you. And I know we’re comfortable doing this, but I don’t wanna hear about you with other guys and I’m happy when it’s us... and the guys know, they see through my shit. And my ‘just friends’...”

“Calum... shut up for a second.” You interrupt. You watch as he closes his mouth. You lean in and kiss him briefly on the lips. “We’ll try, I want to too. But we need to talk about it after I’ve slept, please.”

“Yeah... absolutely.” He agrees, pulling you back for another kiss.

#calum hood #requested #its kinda angsty #anon i loved this #thank you #cass #angst #but cal #right in the feels #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings

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spaced-out-julissx · 4 years

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this post is kinda long ngl

Last night, I came out to my friend as bisexual through text message. God I still can’t believe I did it. She’s bisexual too, so the reason I came out to her first was not only because I trusted her, but she might be one of the few that understands me. I would love to include screenshots of the text messages, but I’m typing this through a laptop and I don’t want pictures here because my whole family can login and can see them. I know I can delete them but I don’t want to risk it. Let me tell you what happened just in case you’re looking for a coming out story to read or help you out.

Me and her were just making small talk and talking about our new hobbies that we formed during quarantine and the sort. I was actually doing homework while texting her. And then, all of a sudden, I wanted her to know. Like, I’ve always known I was going to tell her first, but I thought it was going to be in person. But last night, as I was texting her, I just really wanted her to know. It was so powerful, this feeling, of just wanting to go through the screen and come out at her end and just scream it out. I was kind of scared of this all-of-a-sudden feeling, because it doesn’t come with bravery, but rather recklessness and this feeling could either be the best or worst thing for someone in the closet.

Nevertheless, I decided to act on it. And I don’t mean to sound dramatic, but I felt these exact feelings: my leg, which was already shaking, began shaking even more violently. I could feel goosebumps all over my arms. There was a lump in my throat, and thank goodness we were texting rather than talking or else I would have never spit out the words. My stomach felt weird, like somebody was poking me all over, but through the inside.

I texted her, asking if I could talk to her about something. She said yes, and then my phone stopped working for a whole hour. Great timing. For that whole hour, I was reflecting if I should or shouldn’t. But this feeling was so strong, and I had no doubt in my mind that it was going to be tonight that I would tell her. My phone started working again, and then I told her that it broke down and whatever. Then she asked me what it was that I wanted to tell her.

So I typed up the words “I’m bi”. I typed them. I didn’t send them. There I was, staring at the blue “send” button, thinking how big that button all of a sudden became. Two words. Two small words. One of them I didn’t even type fully. But they were so powerful, because the second I sent them I knew there was no going back. You can’t just lock yourself back inside the closet.

I was feeling so overwhelmed, so I went into the notes app and typed up a reason as to why I was telling her. I typed up exactly these words,

“and you're the only one that knows idk i just wanted to tell someone and i really don't want to tell my family they're kinda homophobic hehe”

I was going to send “I’m bi” first and then the message above. So I went back to the text messages. I took a couple of breaths.

It was so much, I literally squeezed my eyes shut and my thumb hit the send button. I felt this huge weight on my shoulders. I felt so many feelings right at that moment, it was crazy. Goosebumps were positively all over my body. Immediately I pasted the message from the notes. That was probably a good idea, my whole copy and paste thing. There was no way my shaking fingers were going to type a whole sentence after sending that.

I stared at my phone, waiting. There was no way I could just look away from the phone. My eyes were glued. I wasn’t even blinking.

A whole minute passed. A WHOLE MINUTE. I kid you not a whole 60 seconds passed. Those 60 seconds were longer than microwave seconds. I was waiting and waiting. Surely she wouldn’t be mad at me, right? She’s bi. It would be hypocritical, and if I knew she would do something like that, I wouldn’t have told her. But do I honestly know her fully? I mean, I only met her a couple of months ago, but I feel like I’ve known her forever. She’s just so easy to talk to about literally anything! Was this an exception? And just like that, another minute passed.

That’s it. I can try to go back inside the closet as best as I could. I could tell her April Fools or something like that, and if she says that it’s not even April 1, I’ll just tell her I thought you were supposed to celebrate that holiday all through April. She won’t be suspicious, will she?

“Omg really I'm so happy how'd you realize?”

There. She responded. Immediately after reading that, all my stress, anxiety, every single fucking thing melted off me. My legs stopped shaking, and they always shake. Doesn’t matter if I’m coming out or not. But they were still. And I was just staring back at the screen, my mouth slightly open.

I felt so good. God typing this makes me feel kind of emotional. I did it. I actually did it. And I wasn’t embarrased, like how I envisioned my coming out to anybody every single fucking time. I wasn’t regretting it. I was smiling. And then I was full on grinning at the screen. I came out to someone, and they were “so happy” to hear it. I literally had to get up and hop on my bed a little. I know that sounds cheesy as fuck, but I got on my small sofa bed and hopped a bit. And I couldn’t stop smiling. I felt so good.

So I started telling her how I realized. How I think I kind of have always known but I would suppress it because my family wasn’t exactly open to it. How in middle school I had tiny crushes on girls and kind of...fantasize about kissing them. How I was in love with Lady Gaga, but then I realized it wasn’t just her music that I liked. How reading any wlw book or fanfiction made me feel kind of jealous of one of the characters. How after reading gay literature (such as Simon vs The Homo-Sapiens’ Agenda and Leah On The Offbeat) made me finally accept that I don’t just like guys, and that it was 100% normal. I don’t know, but when you know, you know. I hid it all these years because of my family. My mom literally told me she thinks my brother might turn out gay because he only has a bunch of older sisters, and that her and my dad were trying to “get it out of him”. Whatever “it” was. Guess how old my brother was when she told me that? Like 3 years old.

I don’t know. I know my parents won’t kick me out if I told them, so I guess I’m lucky on that end. But they just make all these jokes and whenever they meet someone who is gay, they make it point to point it out in a story they might tell during dinner. My mom’s cousin came out as lesbian last summer, and my mom’s aunt (not her cousin’s mom) was saying how she didn’t want to talk to her anymore and for her to not even think about visiting her. I watch old home videos of my mom hanging out with her cousins and throwing around words like the fa**** and great stuff like that. My dad was brought up in a very traditional Mexican family, where my grandparents from that side of the family might whip out a bible if I tell them. You know the sorts. Even my older sister has a bit of both of my parents. She loves stereotyping, in which for example if at work a guy gives her attitude, he’s probably gay. She talks about celebrities’ sexual orientations like she knows, and she makes the type of gay jokes that are not really hateful, but rather uncomfortable. I really don’t like those jokes. They’re like the equivalent to “I can’t be homophobic! I made eye contact with a gay on June 8, 2017!”

Woah there, I wrote a big one, boys! This was just supposed to be a coming out story but turned out to be a whole rant as to why I don’t come out. If you’re still reading this, thanks. It means the world to me.

But anyways, my coming out yesterday, overall, I rate it bittersweet. It’s like the word bittersweet was made for this exact experience. It was very sweet in the fact that I’m already starting my journey to being out of the closet. I’m not completely out, but let’s just say I unlocked the door, and someone noticed. I’m not out, but I’m not in either, and that’s the sweet part. The bitter is the fact that I felt terrible and like death before coming out, and that was to an open, sweet, BISEXUAL friend. Imagine how I’m going to feel when I tell other people? When I tell my parents? God the thought makes me nauseated. I don’t know how you people that are out do it. I mean, I can’t even stomach the idea, but I’ll get around it some day. If you’re out, you are such a brave little muffin, and I’m proud of you. If you’re closeted, I’m still proud of you for figuring out who you are and for being brave for just being here, having to restrain yourself when you hear homophobic shit. If you’re questioning, you’re still brave for taking the step to figure out yourself, and I really hope you’re comfortable with yourself and you take all the time you need.

Wow I’m a trainwreck. If you read from beginning to end, thank you you’re so sweet. I’ll keep updating this thread if I come out to someone else or if something happens. Writing makes me feel kind of liberated.

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jujutsu-headcanons · 3 years

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Yes to Yuji wrecking Mahito! Just so much yes my boy needs to avenge those wrongfully killed!

See I wanted Geto to be on my shit list (as I'm not normally a bad guy lover) but I swear he wore me down reading the manga. Plus he's just so pretty he makes my brain all static noises 😳 Not to mention that backstory between him and Gojo like YES give me all the drama I need buried drama 🤩

Totally agree on the Mai thing. See I wanted to hate Todo too bc of well him beating on Megumi but the moment him and Yuji were just like "Big Dumb Meat Heads" together I threw that out the window! Those two together are *chefs kiss* Absolutely stupendous I never get tired of them 👌👌👌

Mai on the other hand is just crawling more and more under my skin. Like why you gotta be like that gurl? You wanna go in the crusty corner with Mahito? Cuz you gotta crusty attitude that needs fixing like yesterday 😐

Literary brain tells me it wants more drama/character growth between Megumi and Toji. But my useless overly big heart wants to punch Toji and protect Megumi at all costs bc he just showed up on the screen like the kool aid man and burst right into my heart and I shan't forgive Megumi for that but now I will die for him so ¯\_( ツ)_/¯

But I'm not the only one who lowkey fantasizes about self inserty type day dreams??? Like every day all day I got my thoughts flowing into 500 different lil oneshots I'm too chicken to post anywhere bc I havent written anything in a while and I feel I'm rusty. But your idea! YOUR IDEA WOO BOI- I'm not even a Gojo fanatic (like I adore him but my heart dick thudded elsewhere RIP) but that scene you described of straddling him just to rip his blindfold off in the heat of an arguement that's clearly deadly to either party- Just to see him on the brink of tears fighting back every emotion to slate his composure to cocky/uncaring. Only to have it obviously failing, and the metaphorical reality around you both crumbling along with Gojo's emotional state- Oh God I would read that crap outta something like that. It fills me with the angst and I thrive on it daily *heavy breathing* You should think about posting more of your original content too! Self inserty or not bc that sounds down right brilliant on so many levels

💛anon

Bro I can't help but feel had for Gojo. That shit must have hurted. Like he looked so calm and collected when it all happened but was he really? His best friend potential lover went feral and murdered an entire village AND his family then he tried to kill his first years once and now AGAIN what is happening. Did you see the look on Gojo's face when Yaga told him he went rogue? That was a face of hurt and betrayal he couldn't even begin to understand at the young age of... What was it, 17? 18? He was practically a little itty bitty baby compared to now. I haven't read the prequel yet don't laugh at me but I've heard it hurts so much worse having to face Getou back then AND now. Stupid brain worms, stop fucking around.

I wanted to hate Todo too hut before he even turned good I couldn't. I have a thing for big buff boys who have zero brains and too much brawns I'm looking at you Metal Bat, Captain Ōbi I just wanna adopt/marry them because in all reality they're trying their best. I'm really glad Todo exists and has his big brother delusion because honestly I think that's something Yuji needs, especially in the current arc. Yuji needs as much support as he can get.

PFFFT CRUST CORNER I cannot with you omg they do need to sit on the time out chair for s bit and think about what they've done lmaooo

DID YOU CALL TOJI ZENIN- FUSHIGURO THE FUCKING KOOL AID MAN AHAHAHHHSH oh my god i hate this so fucking much or were you calling Megumi the koolaid man bc really each one is absurd n e wayz I dunno bro I rlly can't wait until Megs wakes up post Shibuya arc and actually has time to process what the fuck happened to him back then. I really want to know if he can connect the dots by himself and realize holy shit that was the source of my daddy issues right there in the flesh and how he reacts to him being a curse and all that. There's so many ways that can go too it's scary to think about.

Low key unrelated but I have a theory that Gojo can see everything from his little cube prison and knows what's going on. Its probably because of the six eyes, or because he's just fucking Gojo, or even because Geto seems kinda sadistic and would do something like that. But I can imagine him watching Megs and Toji fight and it absolutely destroying him. For starters, Gojo killed him .... Right? Wtf is he doing back? What? Second don't commit suicide in front of your kid oh my god Toji what (I'm probably just salty because of a past experience, but also, calm down Toji oh my god) and third I can see it hurting Gojo because in a way it feels like he's been trying to protect Megumi. Its obvious Gojo has this attachment to Megumi, and maybe it's because they've known each other so long, but I don't think Gojo is prepared to deal with the aftermath. Does he have to tell him, if Megs doesn't put the pieces together? Will he have to knock some sense into him to actually tell him? Because he DID try to tell Megs once before and he avoided it like the plague. Its also gotta hurt when you feel like someone's dad and you witness them have a bad interaction with their other dad.

Throw in his daughter being on the brink of death, his other son being emotionally demolished, his second year kids lost in the void and not even his void, his best friend locked him in a box, his other best friend exploded, etc. I think Gojo I pretty distraught even if he doesn't show it

Bro okay my brain is riddled with ideas like this and 90% of them are always angst. Idk where tf they come from half the time but they exist and I hate it. They're always self inserts too.

So I actually read this ask last night, but due to personal reasons I didn't reply to it now, and I actually started experimenting writing out this scenario. I had to stop when I wrote the line "Approximately one year after the first finger was consumed, Itadori Yūji was formally executed. At three minutes to midnight, Sukuna Ryomen was expelled from his body, destroying the vessel along with it. The executioner was none other than the teenager's teacher and mentor Gojo Satoru. When Y/N awoke to this news, they attacked on sight."

Oh god I made myself so sad with that line

And i do really want to post some of my fics, like I did with Nobara Meeting Sukuna For The First Time. However, I only posted that because it was short and simple lmao it was basically just a meme I didn't even run it though grammarly like I do with the headcanons.

I like sticking to the headcanons as of right now because I feel like grammar didn't exist when I make those. I can spell things wrong and leave off punctuation and word then like I'm a third grader just learning English and no one will laugh lmao. Fanfics kinda stress me out because i want them to be perfect. I also have a hard time with fight scenes and transitioning and it's s mess.

I REALLY want to write out my Guardian Angel! Junpei AU because I think it's so cute. Just the idea that this boy is assigned to fight against fate and the higher ups and keep Yuji alive despite him being an idiot and a target is cute to me. Like I just canon him being the plantonic equivalent of in love with this boy and he feels like he rlly owes it to Yuji for trying to save him it's the LEAST he can do. Plus I need the mental imagine if Junpei annoying reader-chan into finding Yuji because "they play a pivotal role in Yuji's future" just for the "pivotal role" to literally be playing therapist and just being there for him and being a medium between Junpei and Yuji because guardian angels aren't allowed to reveal themselves to the person they're guarding but also/// he might risk his wings being stripped just to talk to Yuji one more time////

Okay I'm going to stop now

But yea, maybe if I have time and create little mini works like Nobara Meeting Sukuna For the First Time I'll def post them! I'll work on casually making them longer and soon I'll be confident to posts longer ones. But until then I hope just the headcanons at alright ;-;

#.ask #💛 anon #long post

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lokissweater · 5 years

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Sticky Notes

College!Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You’re the pretty girl Chris sees at the library everyday, and the only way to talk to you, is through notes.

Warnings: just fluff :*

Word Count: 1,525

Authors Note: omg sorry if this is boring :/

There you sat, looking as breathtaking as ever.

When Chris first started college, he knew the number one thing he wanted to focus on, was his school work.

But what he didn’t know, is that you’d come waltzing into the library one day; completely catching his eye as you sat down, pen in hand, writing what he assumed was notes.

As the days went by, Chris grew even more agitated at the lack of ability to talk to you. He didn’t know what it was, but something about you just made it difficult for him to just walk over and strike a conversation; no matter how badly he wanted to.

It was finals week, and as always the library was packed with people. Upon entering, Chris didn’t see you in your usual seat or anywhere, so he figured you took the day to be somewhere else and sat down, a little sad.

He brushed the thought out of his mind though and was about to pull out what he needed until a soft voice spoke up.

“Excuse me, sorry, is this seat taken?”

Chris looked up and almost jumped out of his seat. It was you, looking at him with desperate but sweet eyes. He couldn’t find it in him to speak, and you were just so gorgeous to him, that he shook his head no with a friendly grin and motioned for you to sit down across from him.

You smiled a smile that made him swoon, and you happily plopped down in your seat.

The minutes went on and from time to time, Chris would stop writing and take a peek at you typing away on your computer, when an idea popped into his head.

He took a sticky note and wrote a simple “Hey” with a smiley face on it, before folding it up and discreetly sliding it over to you. Once you realized, you tilted your head to the side in confusion before unfolding the note and reading it.

Chris swore he was about to pass out once he thought you were going to call him out, but you didn’t. Instead, you gave him a cute smile and picked up a pen before scribbling something on it and sliding it back to him.

“Hello! :)” It said.

That action alone made his heart rate pick up, but he acted calm as he wrote down something else, and passed it to you.

“What’s your name?”

You figured he wasn’t talking to you physically because the library was so quiet, and wrote on.

“Y/n, and yours?”

“Chris, It’s nice to meet you y/n.”

“You too!”

Your passing notes went on for quite sometime, and soon you both forgot about studying for finals. Yellow post-it’s littered your table as you wrote on, but after a while your phone buzzed into your pocket, and pulled it out.

A sudden frown etched onto your face, and Chris was a little concerned when you put your phone back into your pocket and stood, but not before quickly scribbling down something and giving it to him.

He watched you walk away in a hurry, but just as you were about to leave the building, you turned back around and waved; pearly whites on full display.

“Sorry, gotta go. But here’s my number! text me when you’d like x.”

As promised, your number was written below, and Chris felt a smile begin to grow on his face.

That night on the way home, you both were texting nonstop until finally, Chris popped a question he’d been dying to ask since he first saw you.

“I’m sorry if this is sudden, but can I take you out on a date sometime?”

When you took over a minute to respond, he began regretting his decision. What if you thought he was creepy? Passing you notes at the library instead of actually speaking to you? What if he was being a little quick? What if-

His thinking was cut short when his phone buzzed, and he hurriedly unlocked it realizing it was you.

“Of course!! Meet me tomorrow at 6 pm for coffee?”

Chris breathed out a laugh. He was absolutely relieved, and absolutely ecstatic about your response. He never imagined such a stunning person like you, could ever agree to go out with a guy like him.

In his life, Chris never really had any luck with dating. He’s tried, but none of them lasted very long or held any significance to him. He felt kind of bad, but the feeling went away once he thought about his date with you.

Until his phone buzzed again.

“Will we pass notes or talk? Just want to be prepared with sticky notes and a pen <3”

This made him laugh and thought your text was the cutest thing before responding.

“Talk :)”

———

Chris sat there at the coffee shop anxiously waiting for you to arrive. He felt he had the smartest idea to get there fifteen minutes before six, leaving him to feel all types of ways upon your arrival.

So he sat there, hands folded neatly on top of the table with his head down trying not to puke. It wasn’t until someone pushed out the chair across from him and sat down that he decided to look up. It was you, and you looked rather radiant to him. You smelled strongly of strawberries and it almost drove him crazy when he concluded that he liked the scent.

“Hey.” You greeted with a smooth voice. He realized he’s never heard your actual voice besides whispering, and you haven’t heard his at all.

“Hey,” He began. “How was your day?”

“Eh, it was alright.” You shrugged, but then you peered up at him, a glint in your eye. “Better now.”

Chris laughed. “Oh really?”

“Mhm,” You hummed. “I finally get to drink some coffee, why else?”

Your smart remark made him grin. “I see, she’s got jokes.”

“-And money. What do you want to drink?”

“Oh no It’s okay, I’ll pay-”

“It’s fine! I don’t mind.” You said sweetly, and he was about to stand as well until you bolted from your spot next to him and into the line, giving him a devilish grin.

As you ordered, Chris couldn’t help but feel astonished. He’d never met a person like you, and the way you were making him feel in this very moment completely threw him off.

“While I was in line I concluded hot chocolate sounded better at the moment, so I got that for us. Is that okay?” You asked, and your worried expression made his eyes soften.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He beamed and took the cup from you. You sat there with a blank face and flushed cheeks, and he once again swooned at the sight; taking a mental note to call you that again sometime.

The night went on, and it didn’t take very long for you both to feel comfortable with each other, talking about almost anything. Chris learned so many things about you, and each little thing he grew to love on the spot, same thing applying for you.

You both were there for so long that you eventually got kicked out of the coffee shop due to it’s closing hours, and he couldn’t help but feel a little sad that your date was ending.

“I had a really good time.” You said as he walked you to your car.

“Me too, we should do it again sometime.”

“How about two days from now at 4 pm? I’ll meet you at the library.” You suggested, getting into your car. Chris closed the door for you and you started the engine before rolling the drivers seat window down.

“Deal,” He agreed. “I’ll see you then sweetheart.”

You nodded, and just when he was about to step away to let you back out, you lunged your head out of the window and fisted his shirt; lips crashing together.

It took a moment for Chris to register what you had just done, but once he did, he cupped your face in his hands and deepened the kiss; your lips tasted like chocolate and he couldn’t get enough of it.

You then pulled away breathless, shooting him a smile and a kiss on the cheek before slowly backing out of the parking lot and driving off.

He stood there in the dark empty lot for a while, dazed with the feeling of your lips still lingering on his. He didn’t realize how cold it actually was though, until he snapped out of his trance and quickly unlocked his car to drive home.

Once he arrived to his apartment, he changed into his sleeping attire and got under the covers ready to sleep, but not before sending you a quick text.

“Thank you for coming today :)”

Chris didn’t expect a response from you until tomorrow morning, but he was proven wrong when his phone buzzed. Your response made him laugh for the millionth time that night before he put down his phone and went to bed, a smile on his face.

“Of course! Where else would I get hot chocolate?”

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narika-a · 5 years

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Monsta X Reaction: When you confess your feelings to them

||| Requested by @sarangkaeyon |||

A/N: I changed the wording of your request a little bit, so it would fit a broader audience. Hope you don’t mind! 🙏

Wonho/Shin Hoseok

You couldn’t stop laughing at the video he sent you, you just loved his sense of humour.

“Haha, I love you,” you typed out impulsively. “Like I could ever send that,” you thought staring at the screen when the transparent tick mark turned grey, confirming the message was sent.

You immediately sat up in your bed, your eyes wide in shock. You actually sent it out without realizing.

You started googling how to delete yourself from existence unsend a sent message, hoping he was already asleep and won’t notice it just yet. Unfortunately, he had. And he left you on ‘seen’ no less. Well that certainly gave you a lot of hope.

You were thinking of ways to get yourself out of this situation. When there was a ding indicating you got a new message. You took a few deep breaths and opened the app.

“Interesting..” he wrote.

“What’s that supposed to mean??!” you thought as you fell down face first into the pillow. You waited for him to text something else. One minute.. Ten minutes passed... Nothing. You honestly felt like crying but suddenly your phone’s screen lit up.

“Cuz I like you too ♥,” the text said, making you grin like an idiot. Maybe you will have to postpone that crying to another time...

Read the rest of the boys under the cut ⬇️

Shownu/Son Hyunwoo

You would always walk home in the same direction and since your station was closer than his, he would take you to it before heading off to his own.

You finally came up with a good strategy for your confession. You decided you would do it, right before the train came so if anything happened you could just jump in and speed away from all the embarrassment.

You waited until the very last minute and as the train entered the station you looked at him.

“I have to tell you something!.. I... I like you! I mean I like you a lot, not as a friend!” you blurted out quickly, staring him into the eyes.

“I...” he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, so you turned around ready to get on.

He stopped you before you could and pulled you away to the side.

“You can’t just say something like that and then run away!” he told you. “Besides,” he looked around nervously. “I haven’t even finished my sentence...”

You stopped breathing for a second. He can’t be feeling the same way, could he?

He took something out of his inner pocket and handed it to you. It was a flyer for a new cafe opening nearby.

“Maybe that could be our first date...”

Lee Minhyuk

You were on one of your usual rants to your friend about how much and why you like him.

However today she wasn’t listening, or more like, she was gesturing something to you for the past ten minutes now.

“Could you stop that and just hear me out?” you pouted. “What are you looking at anyway?” you asked, turning around.

You wish you hadn’t as Minhyuk was right behind you, leaning on one the tables, a small smile playing on his lips.

Your face flushed. How long was he standing there?

“How... How much did you hear?” you asked embarrassed.

“Everything,” he said and you just gulped. He stood up straight and went to the door. “Can you come with me for a second?” he asked, guiding you outside.

Reluctantly you agreed to follow him.

“Is it true?” he asked once you two were alone, stepping closer to you, making your heart skip a few beats. “What you said about me?”

You shook your head and looked away, not knowing what else to say.

“Good,” he said after a short pause, smirking to himself. “This certainly saved me the trouble of finding out if the feelings I have are mutual... Now we can jump straight to planning our date...”

Yoo Kihyun

You dragged him out to a party you really wanted to attend, promising him it will be lots of fun but somehow only you ended up drunk and he had to practically carry you back home.

Little did you know that you decided it was a good idea to spill the beans about your crush on him while you were drunk and you told that to no other but Kihyun himself.

So when you woke up with a headache the next morning, that was the last stupid thing you wanted to hear you did.

“You said a lot of interesting things last night,” Kihyun said as he handed you a coffee mug.

You looked around nervously to see if any other of your roommates were here. You definitely didn’t want everyone to find out what kind of disaster you are.

“And? What did I say?”

“You really don’t remember?” he was genuinely surprised by your answer. “Well...” he set his mug down. “Where do I begin?.. There was this one thing... About me.”

You gasped immediately realizing what he meant. You couldn’t believe your stupidity. You now wished you have never went to that party.

“Haha,” you fake laughed. “No matter what I said to you just remember, I was drunk, so everything is not true...”

He stared at you silently for a few seconds, his gaze so powerful you could feel your cheeks starting to blush.

“You know, you were never very good at lying,” he laughed. “But if you say that’s not true then I guess there is no point in me asking you out,” he shrugged and your eyes widened before you burst out into a giggle. If things always turn out that well when you are drunk then maybe you should do it more often...

Chae Hyungwon

He was so excited to find out you started working in a coffee shop as this meant he would be able to get coffee for cheaper and that was all he could think about. And before you knew it, he became a regular at the shop, always ordering the same iced ones.

Your crush for him just kept growing as now you were not only seeing him in college but also at work, you just couldn’t avoid him no matter how much you tried. So you decided it was finally time to do something about it, hoping you won’t ruin your friendship in the process.

You scribbled a short confession message of “I like you as much as you like coffee” on his cup instead of his name and called out to him.

“Thanks,” he said, taking it and smiling at you sweetly. And just like that he walked out. You couldn’t believe it, you thought he was going to see the message right away. You stood there wondering how long it will take him to realize what it’s saying.

You waited for a few minutes in vain and went back to work disappointed just as Hyungwon came back, bursting through the door.

“Y/N!” he shouted, pointing at the cup. Everyone turned in your direction and you just wanted to avoid all of their gazes. “What is this??”

“I uhh...” why did you think this method was a good idea?

He came up to you in quick steps, ignoring all the other customers and handed you the cup back.

“Why are you giving this to me?” you asked him confused.

“I’m replying to your question! Didn’t you also say that next time we should drink coffee together? Well this is a good moment to start!”

I.M/Lim Changkyun

It was the last day before your holiday and you wanted to finally say it to him, no matter what but you were so nervous, you just couldn’t do it.

“Why are you acting so strange today?” he asked when you two were about to walk home. “And you’re so red! It’s as if you want to confess to me or something!” he laughed and you stopped in your tracks.

“No way hahahahaha,” you pretended to laugh. He went a few steps ahead an then turned around as if realizing something.

“Omg! You so are!” he pointed at you and you just shook your head, trying to go around him but he blocked the exit with his body. “Admit it!” he teased you.

You pursed your lips, there was really nothing else you could do, he got you cornered.

“Fine!” you said. “I like you! Happy now?”

“Me too,” he replied, a big smile spreading on his beautiful face. “I mean, not that I like myself... I meant that I like you... I like you too!” he laughed finally finding the right words.

You covered your face with your hands and set your head against his chest.

“I got you the first time, you idiot...”

Lee Jooheon

You were standing outside, freezing, waiting for the ending firework show to finally start.

“I swear you will catch something more than a cold if you keep going out without your coat in this damn weather,” he said, putting his jacket around your shoulders and hugging you from behind. “Yes, it’s spring already but that doesn’t mean you can just ditch your warm clothes immediately!” he scolded you.

He put his chin on your head just as the first fireworks shot up into the air.

“We feel like a real couple now,” he giggled.

“Well why aren’t we?” you thought, looking up at him, your eyes meeting is.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” you asked him.

“Are you serious?”

“Huh?” you were confused what he was on about, slowly realizing you said your thought out loud by accident. How did he even hear it? The fireworks were so loud.

“I...” you started, as another set of fireworks lit up his face.

“I like you,” you said in unison, surprising yourselves.

“I guess that settles it,” he giggled again, pulling you closer. “From now on we are a real couple.”

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if-found-return-to-gusu · 4 years

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Pretty Park Picnics with a Prince Pt 1

I’m honestly exhausted. I’ll go to bed in a minute but I wanted to make sure I wrote everything down first so I’d remember it forever.

I can’t afford to lose these memories so for now I’ll use tumblr as my heart shaped box to keep them safe. Lock and key.

Admittedly it didn’t start that great. As you know if you’ve been actually reading what I’ve been writing, I woke up late. So I threw on some make up to hide the dark circles, ran a brush through... well at least most of my hair before tying it up and skated as fast as I could.

Now I know these streets like the back of my hand so I thought I’d try to type out some of my feelings to try and take the edge off, y’know? Now that I decided this was kinda like a public access diary I may as well use it.

Well ran straight into a stop sign. Ah the irony... or... is that irony? I always get that confused. Being forced to slow down by a stop sign...?? Irony or just inconvenient? IDK. (Like I know the technical definition of Irony so I don’t think that was technically ironic but that damn song ruined it for everyone and now I get confused okay???)

ANYWAY (Fuck one day I’ll right out what happened WITHOUT going on 400 tangents... wait fuck this is another tangent isn’t it? FUCK!!) A.N.Y.W.A.Y.

I FINALLY get there. Fortunately the skate park is pretty close to where I live. (It’s the only reason I go there because it’s own by the Jins. Ugh. Fortunately they don’t go there very often but when they do it’s always trouble. But the next closes skate park is at least another 10 miles away so uuuuuugh.) (.... more tangents. Jeezubs creeps. ) I finally get there and I see Lan Zhan standing there so still and patient

holding a basket of what had to be food that was...

It was so full it didn’t even close!!! And he was holding it all casual like it didn’t way a million pounds. It must have. How long had he been waiting.

So I called out to him the moment I saw him because I was just excited okay?

Except, like I said earlier, I was skating as fast as I could! So you can guess what happened, can’t you?

Skateboard keeps going but I face plant RIGHT into Lan Zhan’s chest. (I could feel his damn PECS through that shirt though. Like HOT DAMN. He must be RIPPED . Wouldn’t mind being able to find out for sure one day ;) No wonder he didn’t have any trouble holding that basket. ((Speaking of he managed to put it down before CATCHING me flawlessly because as I’ve stated before and will say again, Lan Zhan is perfect.))).

And so I’m freaking out a bit and he holds me patiently until I finally figure out that I should remove my nose from his damn pectoral cleavage. Fortunately I didn’t get any make up on him since he usually wears such light colored clothes.

(I then freaked out because my skateboard was GETTING AWAY so I chased it for a second then came back. Said sorry and laughed it off.)

Lan Zhan... I don’t know if it’s just how he looks but sometimes when he looks at me... it’s just.. this tender look in his eyes. I can’t look away.

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking that it’s a look just for me. Definitely wishful thinking. A nice dream though.

Well anyway. I tried to be a decent human and help him carry that basket since he was holding it so long and FUCK it was heavy.

I mean I could manage, but I decided it was a nice opportunity to try to be cute. So I put it on my skateboard and pushed it with my foot. haha.

Okay maybe not the smartest idea but it got us to the picnic area, didn’t it?

And Lan Zhan indulged me as he always does. And he carried it the last bit even though I said I could do it. He’s always so NICE.

So I helped spread out the blanket and stuff instead. (Somehow he managed to fit.. just. omg so much food AND a blanket to sit on in that basket. I mean the basket wasn’t SMALL or anything but like this man’s organizational skills must be like Tetris MASTER level. There’s no way I could have crammed so much in there!!!

So we finally get situated and settled and this SMORGASBORD of food. Like he must have stayed up all NIGHT cooking it all! And it was all so amazing to LOOK at. Like I don’t think I’m a bad cook (No matter what Jiang Cheng says) but I can’t ever make anything that LOOKS so good. I mean I guess it makes sense. The man runs the most adorable cafe in the world so ofc he knows about presentation.

But anyway I was thinking about how much time this must have taken and the effort and just ahhh. So I finally take a proper look at him. He’s always so stoic and dependable that it’s hard to tell when he’s overexerted himself. But the signs were there. He must have been exhausted. His posture said he was tired and so did those bags under his eyes. And he still stood there to wait for me all that time even though I was so damn late.

I need to make it up to him.

So I, being the gremlin I am, just reach out to him and stroke his cheek a little. Like I could smooth away those signs of exhaustion that dared mar his beautiful face. (He’s still beautiful though. Take your breath away beautiful. Stop and stare beautiful. How is he not a world famous model? I bet he could pull it off if he wanted to. Be on the cover of every magazine in the world. Make all the girls swoon.)

But yeah anyway. I just like.. pet his cheek with my little gremlin hand (Omg his skin is so DAMN SMOOTH? WHAT PRODUCT DO YOU USE LAN ZHAN??? I MUST KNOW!!) and just say something like “Are you okay? Have you been sleeping okay? You need to remember to take care of yourself” or something like that (Like I have any right to talk. )

And then I realize what I was doing lasd;flakdsf;jl like who does that? Like just start cupping his cheek and fussing over him??? (I couldn’t help it. ) But before I could pull my hand away, HE LEANED INTO IT! he closed his eyes and leaned into my hand like he was a little bunny.

It took everything in me to keep myself from jumping him right there.

But he leaned into me and just nodded a little with that little multi-purpose “mn” he always does. Then looks at me again and says “You too’

Well I think he said something more eloquent and teasing but in essence it was “you too.” I was too distracted by how close we were.

I need to pay more attention. Every word he says to me is precious.

So we laugh a little (or I do at least but he laughed with his eyes. ) and settle in properly again to start eating.

And........

Part 2 comin up.

(Sorry for all the long ass posts. But I got a lot to say)

#long post #(Modern AU!)

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karmaaf · 5 years

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I have read so many headcanons lately and I got this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I wrote it. If anyone ever read it I hope you enjoy!

It’s really long (5 435 words)

Having a one night stand with MC before RFA

Zen

- You were both in bar

- He was celebrating getting a new role, and you was trying to forget about breaking up with your boyfriend. It’s not like you didn’t expect it, this relationship died months ago, but still, you were sad

- Your friends were trying to cheer you up and make you forget about everything

- You got drunk, what was unusual for you.

- You could walk, obviously, but you became much more bold and happy

- Zen wasn’t exactly sober either

- You met each other on the dance floor

- He was handsome and you was cute, so nothing wrong with a dance or two, right?

- That what you thought

- But then you started kissing and touching

- You lived near so you just went to your place

- Your clothes disappeared in a second

- Passionate kisses, which tasted like beer and cigarettes

- You needed to forget your ex and he… he didn’t have girlfriend for some time, so he enjoyed it as long as he could

- For a second you thought you were just using him. For a second he thought it could be bad for his career

- But you needed some relax and you were both adults, so why not?

- And soon you were too busy with each other to think anything rational and logical

- You didn’t know if it was so good because you were drunk or not, but it was great

- Until next morning

- He got up first and saw you. Naked. Hugging his chest

- OMG how could he? He felt terrible. In fact he thought he never felt worse in his whole life

- Not only because you could tell press and ruin his career. It was the last thing that was bothering him at that moment, because he felt like he would totally deserve it

- He used drunk girl because he wanted sex, and that was just unacceptable

- He dressed up quickly and ran away

- When he was on his motorcycle he realized he just made things worse

- You would wake up and saw that he escaped

- He was afraid what you are going to think about him. Things like “Guess I’m just another one” or “What did I expected of a boy like him?”

- What’s more… he had a huge moral hangover. First he slept with drunk girl and then he left her without a word. He always thought that guys who do that kind of things are the worst kind of men and here he was! Doing exactly that!

- But it was too late to turn back then

- When you woke up and saw that he was gone… omg

- It was so not your style

- Just because you were sad and lonely it didn’t mean you could do something like that

- You needed to take a shower and something for your hangover

- And maybe call your friend. You needed moral support. Wine wouldn’t be bad too, to be honest

- You didn’t expected to meet him again, and so did he. After all who expects to meet person who under normal circumstances would be another stranger from the club? You didn’t even remember your names, let alone phone numbers

- But three weeks after this… incident, you got this creepy messages and enter RFA

- You recognized him

- OH. MY.GOD.

- Calm down… he probably doesn’t remember you

- Well… you remembered every, ehem, aspect of him. The memory of your night together hit you again

- But on the chat he was so charming, and sweet, and lovely, and… wait, were you falling in love with this guy? Apparently yes. Even though it sounds like a story from a really bad romance book

- When you visited his house you were almost sure he didn’t remember, but you were so nervous

- What if he does? What if he would think you’re… that type of girl? Or worse, he would think you fall for him just because of his looks and sex you guys had? Or…

- He opened the door, and girl… his look

- He remembered

- “Can I come in?” you asked after an awkward second of silence

- You were blushing so hard. And so was he, but you didn’t notice it at all

- He thought this couldn’t have been happening

- Are you and this girl from that night the same person? After all the things he told you on chat… like “I would never hurt a girl”… You must have thought he was lying…

- “Zen, about that night…” you started, but he stopped you

- “I’m so sorry, MC! I… it’s not like I do it often and I.. omg, MC, please don’t think I’m just a fuckboy and… I was drunk, oh it doesn’t justify me at all, right? It’s not like I… I respect women, you know! And… I’m sorry, that morning, I just ran away, and… MC…” he started to explain but then you just smile. It was an awkward smile, but you thought he was cute when he was embarrassed

- “Zen. I’m not mad. I was more worried that you will think that I’m… that kind of girl… you know, that I’m doing this things with men I just met…”

- “Baby, I would never! It was my fault, you were drunk and…”

- “So were you” you just smiled, not that awkward this time “Let’s just not talk about it, okay? Right now we should be worried about your leg…”

- He couldn’t care about his leg less at that moment

- He asked million times more if you were really okay

- “I am Zenny! But if you want to compensate that to me I would be more than happy”

- Well, that much he could give you. No problem, princess

- And he promised that he will never run away again

Yoosung

- He would like to be playing LOLOL right now

- Parties weren’t exactly his cup of tea

- But it was his roommate party. He was celebrating first anniversary with his girlfriend, what gave Yoosung even worse mood

- It’s not like he doesn’t like his girlfriend, she was cool but… why does his roommate, who is a gamer, have a girlfriend, and he doesn’t? Is something wrong with him?

- Yeah, he was in terrible mood

- Maybe that’s why he was drinking so much. He wasn’t used to this much booze (as was said he didn’t party often) so it quickly got into his head

- Then he saw you. You were a friend of celebrating girl and you weren’t in the best mood either. You just fail your test and you had a big fight with your boyfriend, so it wasn’t the best day for a party

- But she was your best friend and you couldn’t say no

- So you decided to get wasted. It was a terrible way to solve your problems but what else can do girl with crappy mood on a party?

- So you drank much more than usually and your world started to spin a little…

- That’s why you were dancing alarmingly close to some blond guy and saw nothing wrong with it

- Nor you nor Yoosung remember the moment you started kissing. Or how did you get into his bedroom

- Maybe you should have been thinking about your boyfriend, but you were too drunk. All you could think about was how good was a guy next to you

- And he… he was just thinking that finally it was his time. You can’t blame him, he just wanted to have some fun. For the first time he was feeling that he wasn’t a loser. After all not any guy could sleep with girl this beautiful, right?

- Next day Yoosung woke up with terrible headache, some holes in his memory and a girl next to him. A girl with NO BRA OR PANTS on her. Yes, he checked that, but only to be sure!

- This boy is so shocked and terrified

- It was his first one night stand. OMG, it was his first time in general

- He always thought his first time will be with someone he love, after some time together, really romantic with candles and all of this stuff… not at a party, drunk with a random girl. He didn’t even know your name!

- What he was supposed to do now? Should he offered you a breakfast? Or a walk to your house? SHOULD HE ASKED YOU YOUR NAME? How does it work?

- And then his roommate came in. He looked at Yoosung and then at you

- “DUDE! I can’t believe you’ve done it! You finally got laid, congrats bro!” he told Yoosung. But he didn’t feel like he did something to be congratulated about. He felt like he took advantage of a drunk girl, and that felt terrible. His roommate went out to give you two “some privacy” as he called it.

- And Yoosung started wondering what the hell is he supposed to do now. He was so confused and scared

- So when he saw you were waking up he just pretended he was asleep

- “Congrats, Yoosung, like a coward. Am I supposed to take responsibility? WHAT IF SHE IS PREGNANT NOW?” million questions came to his head, but he didn’t move, when you pick yourself up

- You looked around and oh boy. What have you done? You seem calm when you were picking up your clothes but inside you were freaking out. You could throw your relationship to trash right now. Not to mention your reputation if he would talk about it everywhere. He didn’t seem like that kind of guy, but you weren’t looking like a one stand girl, and there you were

- You tried to leave quickly and quietly, but your friend’s boyfriend saw you and said “Hi”. So embarrassed… You almost run away out of here

- You didn’t expect to ever see each other again

- Yoosung was thinking about asking his roommate about you for some time but he had to admit it – he wouldn’t have enough courage to call you or talk to you about it. So he just left it as it was

- And you were too busy with breaking up with your boyfriend.

- So when you enter this mysterious chatroom and saw the photo of the guy you slept with… you just wanted to run away. Again

- But you’ve learned that he was kind and cute boy. And eventually you felt like he is the right guy for you

- But you were scared what he would think about you when he found out

- When you finally met on the RFA party… yeah, maybe his eye was hurt but he recognized you. And he felt sooo guilty!

- After the party he was trying to apologize to you. But you wanted to do the same. It turned out awkward. And funny in some way

- “You’re not angry that I left your place without the word?” you asked

- “And you’re not angry that I pretended I was asleep?” he asked you

- “Wait… you were awake?!”

- “Never mind!” he turned into a blush mess

- Of course you weren’t angry at each other. Okay, you were a little, but you couldn’t be mad at this sweet boy for long!

- And Yoosung’s dream came to life. He had his first time with someone he truly loved. Only… too soon

- But don’t worry. Your second time was much more romantic. Just as he planed

- Are you sure you didn’t get pregnant that night?

- Yoosung, please

Saeyoung

- What was he even doing here?

- Oh, yes. It was just a shitty day. The mission went not really good and he just wanted to stay away from his house. And angry Vanderwood. And his boss. Well… they wouldn’t look for him in the place like that, right?

- Maybe. But if he doesn’t order anything with alcohol he will stand out.

- So he was just drinking some whiskey and trying to forget everything that happened

- Okay, maybe not just some whiskey

- But he wasn’t drunk. No, he? He would never get drunk… or would he?

- When he was thinking about if he was drunk or not you sat next to him and ordered something

- It was a shitty day for you too. Your parents was nagging you about your relationships or more about lack of them. What’s more your best friend agreed with them, what pissed you off

- Nothing like getting wasted at the moment like this, right? Just to forget everything…

- Plus, the guy next to you was really handsome, so nice company!

- “What a day, huh?” he asked you. Why? Oh, who cares? You looked like you wouldn’t remember this conversation anyway

- “Yeah, terrible. Things could be better, they could always be worse, you know what I mean?” Why the hell did you quote “Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer”? Oh… maybe this three drinks next to you were the answer…

- But he laughed. Probably thanks to alcohol, since it wasn’t even funny, but he thought it was adorable

- “For example… you could be locked in a space station with no water, food and cats” he said

- “Yes, that would be terrible” you laughed

- You two talked for some time, but you forgot about what… to be honest you forget what happened next.

- In the morning Seven opened his eyes and felt awful headache. He shouldn’t have drunk so much… then he realized he was in some unknown place. That was alarming.

- The girl lying next to him with NO CLOTHES was even more alarming.

- He tried to remember something from last night. He didn’t remember how you get here, but it was your apartment apparently. And he remember you screaming “Faster!” and the taste of your lips and… Oh my sweet baby Jesus.

- What have he done?! How could he drank so much he forgot about his job? If anyone saw you together… he put your life in danger the moment he came into this apartment. What was he even thinking?! Very dumb for a genius

- Okay, first thing first. The dressed up quickly (how did his pants end up on your lamp?) and left your place immediately

- “I expected more from you Saeyoung” he told himself

- “Yeah, me too”

- After some time you woke up too.

- You would have thought nothing happened if you didn’t feel intense pain in your private parts the moment you tried to stand up

- Then you remembered. Well at least some parts. Like his touch on your skin and throwing away your clothes and the feeling of ecstasy… Fuck!

- What were you supposed to do? You found it difficult to go to kitchen for some medicines or water. Should you call someone? And what? “Oh, my best friend, I know I argued with you yesterday, but can you come over? I kind of had sex with this random stranger in bar and now I can’t stand up because he was so rough. No, I don’t know his name, but he apparently like cats and space.”

- It doesn’t sound great, does it?

- But the worst part wasn’t physical pain

- It was that… you felt like a slut

- Sleeping with a guy you didn’t even know name of?

- Yeah, you didn’t get out of the bed that day. And yes, you had to call your best friend not to die out of starvation

- You tried to forget about it and this weird messages you got a couple days after it effectively distracted you

- Also, living in someone else’s apartment was nice too

- But guess for who it wasn’t so convenient?

- Yeah, for this funny hacker, who always made you laugh

- When he first saw you in Rika’s apartment he spat Ph.D Pepper all over his keyboard

- How the fuck did you found him? He was almost sure he didn’t give you any information about himself

- He was quite relieved when it turned out you weren’t looking for him, but he was still nervous

- As you weren’t in enough danger already…

- But… you were cute! And you got his jokes! He thought you were laughing that night because of alcohol, but you looked sober on the chat. And you were so caring and beautiful…

- He caught himself looking at you on CCTV

- Wait, was he falling in love in you?!

- “I thought we talked about it. You shouldn’t put her in even more danger!”

- But what could he do? Maybe look for a therapy he was talking to himself too often

- When he came to apartment you were shocked. He didn’t send any selfies (apart from cosplay one’s) so you had no idea

- And when he treated you coldly and told you not to touch him… you just thought “He thinks I’m a slut. And I can’t even blame him…”

- You just tried to stay away from him just as he wanted

- But after you saved his brother, when he finally started to show his real feelings to you. He asked if you love him the way he does

- You just started crying. Of course you do! You’ve always loved him, but… he didn’t really mean it, right? How could he love such a slut?

- He was puzzled and asked you why were you crying. You didn’t feel the same? Were you mad at him?

- “It just… I know you think I’m a whore because of that night and I’m so sorry and…I love you so much… please don’t leave me…” you couldn’t say more because you were sobbing so much

- He felt so bad. That’s what you thought when he was pushing you away? That he thinks you’re… easy?

- “MC… I would never think you’re a whore. You’re the most beautiful and precious girl in this entire cosmos, and I love you so much that I wouldn’t even mind being lock in locked in a space station with no water, food and cats if I was with you there”

- That was the most romantic thing you have ever heard

- “We would die, you know that?” you laughed through tears

- “With you? I have no problem with that. But let’s live a little before, okay?”. You agreed completely

- “ Saeyoung?”

- “Yes, honey?”

- “Do you remember what’s happened that night”

- “Not really. But if you want we can try to repeat it”

- Well, how could you say no to the man of your dreams?

Jaehee

- Jaehee was done

- If she heard word “cats” one more time she would murder someone

- Mr. Han seem like a good target

- That’s why her friend persuaded her to come to the club with her

- It wasn’t exactly normal for Jaehee to be in a place like that, but it didn’t seem like a bad idea

- She was told to “chill out” a bit so she was trying to do so. Even though she doesn’t usually drink something that is not coffee she ordered herself the first drink from the list

- “Hi, how are you?” she heard next to her. She looked at you

- You were smiling. Your day was pretty good so far since it was your birthday!

- You would prefer a small party in a garden but your friends persuaded you to do something more… fun this time

- Well, you didn’t have anything against clubs so it was a nice change

- Jaehee felt something like… a good energy from you? Like, you was so relaxed and calm. Nothing like her at that moment.

- “Not the best but I will live” she answer with a little smile. She couldn’t help herself, your smile was infectious “And you?”

- “Good, thank for asking” you looked at her while drinking your drink “You don’t come to places like that often, right?”

- “Is it that obvious?” she laughed. Yes, maybe ordering this drink really helped her to relax. Or maybe it was you?

- “You just look… uptight a little. Like you are going to some business meeting in five minutes” you sipped your drink

- Did she really looked like that? That’s a little embarrassing

- “I’m sorry” she said

- “No need to be sorry! If you want I can introduce you to some people and we can have some fun!”

- “Why not? I came here to do so after all…”

- She agreed and surprisingly after some alcohol she started enjoying herself

- She even took part in drinking competition! Even though she knew she had no chance with your friends

- And what’s more she started liking you. You were like a sunshine in this club. Always smiling and making sure everyone was having fun

- However after this drinking competition you seem a little… tipsy

- Well, she wasn’t feeling exactly sober either

- To be honest after one more drink her memory became blurry…

- Next thing she remembered was waking up in a really nice room

- Unfortunately it wasn’t her room

- It wasn’t even her house!

- Where was she?

- And why are you here too…? And why are your clothes everywhere but not on you…?

- She wasn’t stupid and quickly add two to two

- Well, she couldn’t say she was inexperienced but that was the first time she had ever slept with someone she knew for a couple of hours

- On one hand she felt like she should stay and talk to you. On the other – this talk would be so awkward and it would change nothing

- She was thinking what to do while dressing up

- In the end she just left you a note and came back home to prepare to work

- And maybe take some medicines

- When you woke up you felt that you’ve done something stupid last night

- You didn’t remember what, but you knew that you did something bad

- Then you realized you were naked. Okay, you may know what have you done

- Then you saw the note

- “I’m sorry, I had to leave to work. I know that what we’ve done last night was accident but in the end it was nothing too serious. Hope you’re not mad at me for leaving you alone, Jaehee”

- She even left you some water

- It was nice of her that she left a note (and told you her name), you knew that not everyone would do that, but… in your opinion it WAS something serious

- You’ve never slept with a girl you just met! To be honest you’ve never slept with a girl in general!

- Yeah, you had a lot to think about that day

- Your friends told not to worry and that you looked bi either way (“You’re not helping, you know?”), but it was so new, so… unexpected for you

- But in the end you just had to accept it. What else could you do?

- You almost forgot about everything, especially when you got some weird messages on your phone

- And then everything went so fast and BAM! You were a part of the RFA

- And there, when you thought it was your last meeting, you saw her

- Formal girl with a big heart, hardworking assistance and great friend

- The same girl who left you a note after your night together

- You couldn’t stop yourself to help her. You told her that she should follow her dreams and be happy

- And so she did

- Before the party you were quite nervous. Does she remember you? Would she be mad at you that you didn’t tell her? Like, that you were you, that girl she slept with?

- When you saw her you just couldn’t help to smile. She was so pretty!

- “Guess we’re meeting at the party again? My name is MC” you said. She was more than surprised

- “Are you saying that MC who help me quit my job and this girl from that night…”

- “Yes, that’s me. Thanks for the water by the way”

- She smiled. Gosh, her smile was so adorable

- “You’re welcome”

- Next time she made you a cup of coffee instead of water

Jumin (this one was the hardest one, I found it hard to imagine Jumin drunk with a girl he doesn’t know, so I feel it’s kind of ooc)

- Believe it or not but night clubs for rich people look pretty much the same as the ones for commoners

- And “serious business parties” look exactly like a cheap disco but with expensive drinks and clothes that cost more than some houses

- And there you were, sipping elegant drink and smiling to drunk millionaires

- Your dad insisted that you had to be there. To “start getting used to your future life”

- But you never wanted that life

- You would rather be with your friends and watch films or read a book

- What was even worse – you had to drink alcohol. You didn’t drink often, because booze was quickly getting to you

- But you had to. You couldn’t say no to your father’s business partners

- Like this one. He was hitting on you for some time and even though you could acknowledge that he was drunk, you started to feel annoyed

- But he was a CEO of one of the biggest company in the country – C&R International, so it would be a huge faux pas to tell him off

- Luckily some young, handsome man was stopping him from going too far

- Well, for Jumin it wasn’t the best party too

- First of all, they didn’t have wine

- They say they could provide it if he wanted to, but he though it wasn’t necessary

- Second of all the music was really loud and not exactly his style

- And third of all, his father was hitting on some young woman who was clearly embarrassed by it, yet too well-bred to say anything

- So it was his job to keep an eye on him

- They didn’t need another scandal in the company

- Jumin felt relief when his father finally fall asleep and he could bring him to his room

- Now, what to do? He should come back to the party. Just to talk with some important people. Or apologize to this lady who was attack by his father

- You felt relief too when this CEO pass out next to you. Maybe that’s why everybody drinks so much on this party. To forget things like that

- But even this few drinks that you drank made you feel dizzy when you stand up

- And the party didn’t look like it was going to end anytime soon

- Jumin didn’t have easy time too

- “Why are all this women so close?” he was annoyed

- And yes, he likes alcohol. But in wine. Not much alcohol. And here he was supposed to drink drinks with vodka. Just to be nice.

- So when he finally found you (he was just supposed to apologize but after his father went to his room he had to take full responsibility for social interactions) he was kinda dizzy too

- That was… new. He felt so relaxed and happy. That’s why people drink so much alcohol? Interesting…

- “I just wanted to apologize for my father’s actions” he said but his words came out not the way he wanted. More… drunkenly

- “It’s nothing…” you said and giggled for no reason at all. Maybe apart from alcohol in your veins

- And for the same reason he found your giggle adorable

- “Maybe we will go somewhere more private?” what was he even saying? The last thing he wanted was that you would think he want to do the same as his father

- “Yes, why not?” Hallo, brain to mouth, what are doing right now?

- That’s how you got to his hotel room. But how did you lose your underwear? And how did you end up under him, moaning?

- Neither of you were sure

- But next morning you were sure that you’re in trouble

- You woke up first and the memory of last night just hit you

- You pretty much panicked

- You were a virgin. You never thought that your first time will look like that.

- Why did you even came to this party? It was a horrible idea! You were sure at least one person saw you and this men sleeping next to you leaving together. They could be drunk but they would remember something like that.

- But the love scandal was the last thing that was bothering you. What if you were pregnant? You didn’t use any form of contraception. You weren’t a child anymore you knew that it could happened. And what if he was ill? Had HIV or something else? It isn’t rare in business world

- And what would your father say? When he said you should “start getting used to your future life” he certainly didn’t mean this!

- What were you supposed to do? Should you wait for him to wake up? And what? Ask to keep his mouth shut? That would be so classless and rude, since it was partly your fault

- So in the end you left a note that said “I’m so sorry” (since you couldn’t think of anything else) and came back to your room. Luckily no one saw you.

- After some time he woke up too. When he recall what he’s done yesterday he immediately stand up. But you weren’t here.

- Maybe it was just a really weird dream? Yeah, after all why would he do that? It wasn’t like him at all and…

- Then he saw your note. So it wasn’t just a dream

- He felt… bad. Guilty. As his father scandals weren’t enough… he was sure you would tell someone. Or maybe not? Maybe you were just like him and didn’t want any attention… come on, Jumin, all woman in business world want attention!

- He looked at your note again. “Sorry”. As if it was your fault. He knew you were drunk, he should have stopped himself.

- But while breakfast nothing happened. No one looked at him funny whatsoever

- “Where is your daughter?” he heard near him

- “She said she feel ill. It was her first time on a business party, so she’s exhausted”

- So, you decided to stay quiet. You were a smart lady

- He didn’t expect to meet you anytime soon

- But he did

- When you entered his penthouse

- You were really shy, because you knew who you were visiting

- This man intrigued you. He made you forget things. How did you end up in his bed that night? How did you fall in love with him? So many questions and only one person who could answer them

- “Nice to meet you again, Jumin” you smiled. Play cool, don’t let him see how stressed you were

- “Yes, indeed” he closed the door behind you

- “Well… about that night…” you started “I want to thank you. That you didn’t tell anyone”

- “And that you didn’t have any STD but maybe I shouldn’t mention it”

- “Of course. I want to thank you too and apologize. It was really stupid of me to do this thing to you”

- You were surprised

- “Oh no, it was my fault. I’m almost sure…”

- Well, you are still arguing about whose fault was that. Almost every night.

- But you don’t have to leave him a note anymore

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Quarantine UST 10

//Aaaand we’re almost there, I guess! Alas for those of us in real life, it isn’t over, but hopefully I wrote something that was relatable and also entertaining.

I say ‘almost’, because truth be told, I thought I was gonna be able to wrap this up in 10 chapters, but when you start writing smut things automatically get longer XD;; so this chapter will be split in two.

Warning, NSFW (because let’s be real, the UST is what we’re all here for)

[Sio]: omg Asao-san I can’t believe it O_O

[Asao]: ?_? Did something happen?

[Sio]: we...actually did it...!! or okay not exactl y but some thing!!!!! shfiosadfheior sf hdaf h

[Asao]: ?? Wait what? Do what? Hang on, let me call you instead

The phone rang once before the sniper snatched it up. “Ohmygod Asao-san! I can’t believe it but we, we...”

“Are you alright Sio-chan?”

“Ah, iya iya, sorry—I’m fine, it’s nothing bad, it’s just...well...!”

“...Did something happen?”

Something happen? That was the understatement of the century. “Y-You could say that...it’s just...I’m still kind of in shock...”

Her friend made a disgruntled noise on the other line. “What happened Sio-chan? It wasn’t something bad, was it? You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“R, Right...” Still, the sniper was hesitant; this was a pretty big milestone in terms of relationship progression, and it wouldn’t be a lie to say things had happened fairly quick. “It’s just...we did...that!”

“...That? What’s ‘that’?”

“U-Um, well, y-you know, like...” She squirmed in embarrassment, fidgeting with her sheets until they were wrinkled. “W, We...touched each other...! Like, down there...”

“Oh. I...see...”

“...Yeah. It just...kinda happened...”

“...Well, was it good?”

“Asao-san!! Really, that’s all you can say?!” Sio nearly screeched into the phone, her face a brilliant red but her friend couldn’t help but laugh on the other end. “Moou...”

“Sorry, sorry,” there was a pause as Asao caught her breath, “I’m not sure what more to say, except you probably wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t want to? But, it sounds like you enjoyed it?”

Now it was Sio’s turn to be flustered. “Y, Yeah...it...felt really good, actually...” she mumbled as her body flushed hotly. The roughness of his fingers, yet he was gentle and touched her with such finesse, despite his strength. “A-And I...rubbed his...you-know-what...and it actually was all hard, like everyone says it is...”

Asao’s light giggles floated through the speaker. “Aww, my Sio-chan is growing up! Well, congratulations on your first intimate experience! I hope it wasn’t too awkward or forced? It’d better not have been...”

“No no, he was really kind about it! Like, I mean okay, yeah it was kinda awkward, but...” As she recalled how she and Adam fumbled with each others’ bodies, trying to figure out what worked and what felt good, the sniper couldn’t help but smile. “But Adam...he really made sure I was comfortable with it first...and he’s so cute when he gets all nervous and stuff...” Sio giggled. “Whenever he blushes, it’s sooo cute; I can’t believe he’s Jack the Ripper.”

“Ah okay, well I’m glad to hear that. So I guess you two really are serious about each other, huh?”

“Ah...yeah, I guess so...” It’d always seemed obvious, but now that her friend brought it up, Sio wondered. Would it be okay to continue this relationship after they got back to DOGOO? Adam had made it pretty clear he was willing, but would it really be alright? “I mean, I hope so...though, I think we’re both in agreement to keep it on the down-low for now. At least until we can figure out how to...y’know, spill the beans. Or I don’t know, maybe everyone else will just figure it out eventually.”

“Sou sou. I think that’s a good idea,” said Asao. “Still, I’m very happy for you, Sio-chan. And I’m grateful you trust me enough to talk to me about this type of stuff. I know it’s probably really awkward for you...”

“A-Asao-san...” The sniper was touched by her friend’s sincerity. “Of, of course...if anything, I really should be thanking you for being such a good listener; honestly, I don’t think I could’ve made it through this whole time, much less with all these things going on, if you hadn’t been there for me...”

“Heheh, well that’s what friends are for, right? You’re always welcome to talk to me about anything, truly. Even if you think it’s something mundane or weird, trust me I won’t mind. I’m always happy to hear from you.”

“Mmn!” Sio wiped her eyes. A friend like Asao seemed almost too good to be true, sometimes. “B-But, yeah...I’m glad Adam and I were able to...er, do something intimate like that. Even though I was really embarrassed at first, and I don’t think either of us really knew what we were doing...it felt, comfortable with him. I wasn’t scared or anything.”

“It’s because you trust each other now, Sio-chan, I’m sure of it,” and Sio nodded at her friend’s words. “Well, I know you said you’re heading out of there soon, so hope you two can make the most of your time!”

In the beginning it seemed like forever until they could leave, but now, on the eve of their departure (pick-up was scheduled for tomorrow morning, just after breakfast), it seemed like it all passed in a blink of an eye. Sio looked at her half-stuffed duffel, groaning as she remembered she still had to finish packing the majority of her belongings before going to bed. Just before the group scattered after dinner, Adam reminded everyone that tonight was their final night in San Francisco, and to make sure they had everything.

‘I don’t know exactly when they’re arriving, but best be ready by then. I don’t want anybody suddenly remembering they left their phone or whatever when we’re halfway back to the Logan.’

Swinging her legs, she got off the bed and folded up the rest of her laundry, packing it neatly into her bags. As she smoothed the clothes in, she quirked a smile. ‘Heh, hard to believe when I first came here, I didn’t even know anything about laundry, and now I’m washing and folding my own clothes. When I go home, I’m sure mom will be surprised...’ Not just laundry; but also cooking, taking care of herself, making decisions on her own... Sighing, Sio felt that wave of nostalgia creep up again, only this time it was in anticipation of departing.

‘This place...sure was an experience, huh? I learned a lot of things...not just about myself, but everyone else...’

Sitting around the table and bantering about movies after dinner, or arguing over which restaurant was worthy of a return order. Fiddling with the ancient record player, and playing so many rounds of board games she lost track of how many they actually ended up playing... To her surprise there was an ache in her chest, as the sniper realized there might very well never be another time she would get to experience such a lifestyle. Even though these bonds and memories would last long after they returned to their base, it wouldn’t be the same. To live and get to know each other beyond comrades, and see her teammates as friends and family, and even more than that... Sure, the hovering threat of COVID-19 always stayed in the back of their minds, but overall, this had been a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

And Sio didn’t want to trade anything for it.

Finally stuffing the last of her clothes in except for her uniform, she glanced around the room one last time. With most everything packed away, it was finally (almost) as neat as the day they’d arrived; when Adam first visited her, she could see the way his eyebrows raised at the way her clothes were flung haphazardly across pieces of furniture; her belongings just strewn all over the tables and chairs. Especially when it contrasted with the spic-and-span appearance of his room.

“Huh, I wonder if he’s done already? Knowing him, probably.” The sniper glanced up at the attic staircase, where the door was shut. Luckily the temperatures had cooled again to a more reasonable range, otherwise Sio had a feeling Adam might’ve actually taken up her offer to sleep in her room. Not that she would’ve complained. Gingerly she crept up the stairs, gently knocking on the door. “Adam? Are you there?”

“If you’re looking for Adam, I think he’s still in the shower,” Sio whirled around at Jess’ voice. “Last I saw, anyway. Did you need something?”

“Oh, Jess-san...not really, I guess I just...feel kinda restless.” The sniper hopped down the stairs to the landing, where her blonde teammate was toweling her hair off. “So you’re packed and all that?”

“Pretty much; I didn’t bring that much to begin with, and you know how Adam is about being punctual.” The two shared a laugh at that comment. “So, any plans for our last night in this quasi-house arrest?”

“Uh...not really. I’ve just been packing up and making sure I haven’t forgotten anything. What about you?”

“Me? Well, likely nothing special; mostly just taking in the view, enjoy sleeping in a real house one last time. You know, the small things.”

Sio nodded. “Yeah...heh, it’s weird to think that tomorrow, we’ll be going back to being e-gene holders and all that stuff.”

There was a warm hand on her shoulder, Sio looking up in surprise at Jess’ thoughtful expression. “This time we spent together here...it’s something special, isn’t it? Of course, I think everyone would agree it would be best if this pandemic didn’t happen in the first place, but I think this proves, that even in times of crisis, there are good things to be gained.” Giving the sniper one last pat, the blonde went off to her own room.

As Jess suggested, the bathroom door was indeed closed when Sio passed by. Remembering that embarrassing incident right on their first night, she made sure to knock quite loudly this time, instead of just barging in. “Um, Adam? Are you in here?”

“Yeh? What’s up, Sio?” A second later the door creaked opened and her now-boyfriend stuck his wet, shaggy head out. “Sorry, did you need t’ use the loo?”

“Ah, no it’s not that; I just, was kinda looking for you, and Jess said you were probably still showering...”

“Well, I’ll be done in a minute, if you don’t mind waiting. And no, I’m sorry but you can’t peek this time,” he teased, Sio stuttering and blushing as she flattened herself against the wall.

“So, did you need something?” Adam emerged in a cloud of steam, still running his fingers through his damp silver locks. “You all good to go for tomorrow, then?”

“Yeah, pretty much...um, sorry to bother you and all...”

Adam shook his head. “It’s not a bother, love. Anyway, did you want to do something, or...?”

At that question Sio turned a bit pink. Perhaps it was too much to ask, given that they would essentially be thrown back into the fire tomorrow, but then again maybe that was why now was a good time to just ask. “Um, I was just wondering if we could...kinda like, hang out and chill before bed or something. I-I mean, we don’t have to do anything like watch a movie or play games, b-but just, uh, I figured since this’ll be our last night here I just wanted to...spend some time with you...”

“...Why do you have to be so bloody adorable?” Sio only barely looked up in time before she was folded into his embrace; the sniper eagerly burying her face against his broad chest and enjoying his clean, just-out-of-the shower scent. “I’d love to, Sio. In fact, I was kind of hoping we’d be able to spend some more time together, before duty calls and all that. So, where do you want to go? My room? Or yours? Or would you rather just sit around in the den?”

“A-Actually, I...kind of like your room. I know you said it gets stuffy, but...well, maybe it’s because attics are rare in Japan, but I dunno, it’s kind of cool,” she said shyly, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “I think it’s cozy.”

Adam raised an eyebrow in amusement, but nodded. “Sure, if you’re alright with it. Lucky for you it’s not as beastly as it was yesterday...”

“Well, if it’s too hot, you’re always welcome to...share my room...” Sio mumbled, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “I don’t mind...”

“Oh love...” Sighing, he scooped her into his arms, Sio squeaking a bit. “It’s alright. I appreciate the offer, but it seems tonight’ll be bearable. Of course, if it does turn out to be too much...I’ll keep it in the back of my mind.”

He winked, and Sio blushed. They slowly ascended to the attic, which was a lot sparser than it already was: most of Adam’s belongings were neatly packed into a standard-issue duffle, alongside a sturdy backpack that presumably held his personal items, with only his uniform for the next day hanging neatly in front of the closet. The bed was, as usual, neatly made, and the only thing out on his desk was the laptop computer.

“Wow, so neat...” Sio couldn’t help but utter as they stepped in, Adam chuckling at her comment.

“Eh, it’s just my preference. Plus it’s easier to find things when they’re not scattered all over the place,” he glanced at the sniper, who was busy making herself at home on the covers. Not that he demanded she become a neat freak, but certainly, tidiness did not seem to be high on her list of priorities...

“Mm, hard to believe it’s all gonna be over tomorrow...” Sio sighed, suddenly feeling melancholy all over again as she snuggled against Adam’s pillow. “It feels...weird. Like, logically it’s nothing to be sad over, but still...I’ll miss it. I’ll miss...this.”

There were no words, not even when she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her into a warm embrace. It always amazed Sio how she and Adam went from constantly arguing with each other about the smallest details, to now where they could sense each other’s moods and thoughts.

“No one’s saying we can’t continue when we get back, you know.”

“Yeah, that’s true, but I meant more like...this. Y’know, just living together in a cool house, screwing around and playing video games, not having to worry about saving the world—well mostly...”

“Like a family, yeh?”

“...Yeah. Family...” Her fingers gripped his arm and Adam tightened his hold; Sio wished she could burrow herself completely inside him, even though he was already wrapped around her. It was an inexplicable feeling of wanting to literally be one entity with him; to melt and join until she didn’t know where she ended and he began. Nuzzling furiously, she squirmed and wormed her way to what felt like the deepest reaches of his arms—until her head rested firmly against his chest, the sniper curling into a tight ball against his entire body.

Well, that’s new. Adam raised an eyebrow as the girl suddenly began wriggling around, as if she wanted to hide away somewhere... Finally she seemed to be satisfied, snuggled against his chest with her head buried just below the crook of his neck. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he gently patted her back, the girl seemingly appreciating the soothing gesture.

“...Don’t fret, love. I’m sure this won’t be the last time we experience something like this. Even if it means waiting until the war’s over...that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.”

“Hmm...I want that, too...” The pets along her back were very relaxing, the sniper feeling herself drift off as she listened to his heartbeat. So warm...everything about him made her feel safe and sound, content to just stay like this forever. “Mmm...I wish I could just sleep like this...”

“...Well, if you do want to, we can,” Adam replied quietly, not wanting to disturb her peaceful state. Even though the thought of sharing a bed with her still made him a bit nervous (if only because he was worried about whether or not he could control himself), something told him to not squander what opportunities they had left. “I mean...if you really are comfortable with it, then I don’t mind. After all, it is our last night here; might as well make the most of it.”

That woke the sniper out of her nap. “E-Eh?? R, Really...? I-I mean I didn’t mean anything serious by it; just, um, that...” But that wasn’t really true, was it? “Well...I, I’m sorry for imposing on you all of a sudden...but if you, you’re okay...th, then, I’d...I’d like to.” Then, as if finally realizing what she said, the sniper turned beet red and dove back into his chest again, Adam laughing all the while.

“Sure. Then, if you don’t mind letting go for just a couple of minutes so I can set the bed up properly...” He cleared his throat slightly and Sio unwound her arms with a nervous laugh. “Don’t worry; when we’re all settled in for night, you’re welcome to use me as a body pillow.”

The sniper blushed and hugged a regular pillow as she stood to the side, while Adam spread out additional blankets and smoothed out the sheets.

“Alright, you’re welcome back on now.” Adam patted the blankets and Sio shyly scooted underneath, still flushing pink as she realized they were about to spend their first night.

Together.

‘Calm down Sio, and get your mind out of the gutter! We’re just going to sleep like regular people, not do like, like...that...’ Indeed, if anything it seemed like Adam was quite calm about the whole situation, now leaning back against the pillows with what appeared to be a novel in his hands. Now she felt silly, as if she should have prepared something to wind down for the night as well. Unfortunately, Sio did not have the foresight to bring any books or whatnot, and so could only pull the covers up to her chin and lie there stiffly, wondering if it would be rude to ask Adam to turn off the lights too early.

Is she uncomfortable? Adam spared a side glance towards the girl, who was currently lying next to him as if she were in a coffin rather than his bed. Holding his novel closer to his face, he pretended to be engrossed in a particular line, instead of trying to cover his blush. Even though he suggested it, just knowing they were about to actually sleep—in the same bed—caused his heart to race, though he was better about not showing it compared to Sio.

‘Do something, you idiot! No doubt she’s feeling awkward about all this, and you’re just off doing your own thing.’

“Um, Sio? Are you comfortable enough? I can grab some more pillows or another cover if you’re cold?” He reached over and offered the girl an extra pillow, but she only shook her head, eyes averting his gaze as she pulled the blanket up even higher until just reached her nose.

“N, No...I’m okay, Adam.”

“Well, alright...just, let me know if you need anything, yeh?”

“Hai.”

The painful silence continued for a while longer, Adam attempting to read a few more pages of his book while Sio laid there, eyes staring at the ceiling even though she was quite tired.

“...Actually, Adam?”

“Yes, Sio?”

“...Do you mind turning off the light? I know you want to read, so I’m sorry—but it’s kinda hard for me to sleep when the lamp is on...”

Adam mentally slapped himself for being so insensitive. “Apologies; I should have thought about it or at least asked you. You must be right knackered, and you’re right—we should get some actual sleep.” Before Sio could say anything else he clicked it off, and Sio heard the sound of rustling fabric as he slid underneath the blanket.

“S-Sorry about that...I didn’t want to interrupt your book...”

“Nah; it’s not that important, I just like to wind down a bit before going to sleep. I’m sorry, next time I’ll read outside so I don’t disturb you.”

Next time? Sio’s heart gave a flutter as Adam casually mentioned it, though she tried not to read too much into it. ‘I highly doubt Command’s gonna like it if we keep sneaking into each others’ rooms when we get back...’

“...Thank you, Adam. I appreciate it...” Even under the cover of darkness, the sniper couldn’t help but be self-conscious about her blushing cheeks.

“You’re welcome, Sio. Well...good night, then. But don’t hesitate to wake me if you need something; I left the window open a crack for some air, but if you find it too drafty, go ahead and close it.”

“Mnm-hm. O-Oyasumi, Adam.”

Adam seemed to be taking all this in stride, as Sio heard his breathing slowly even out until she was sure he was asleep—or close to it, anyway. Alas for the sniper, while Adam preferred mundane activities such as reading to relax before bedtime, her own method was...a bit more, involved, so to speak. Especially as the object of her desires was literally lying right next to her, and although they weren’t touching he was close enough for to feel the heat that seemed to be emanating off of him. To Sio’s immense embarrassment, there was another part of her body that was heating up rapidly, as all sorts of kinky ideas started popping around her mind.

‘No, I can’t do that...! That’d be so wrong...masturbating while I’m sharing a bed with him...not to mention rude, to boot!’ Still, even as she tried to convince herself, another part of her brain was already casually thinking of ways to keep her little self-care activity on the down-low.

‘Maybe if I’m really quiet, and just go slowly he won’t notice...ah stop it Sio, you perv! What the heck are you thinking...!’ But the more she tried to squash those feelings, the stronger they bubbled up; before she knew it, a hand was already wedged between her legs, and with a few strokes the sniper resigned herself to obeying her hormones. ‘Jeeze...and they say guys are the ones who are totally horny all the time...I’m starting to think that’s not actually the case...’

Still, the sniper had enough sense to try and keep her movements to a minimum. The hardest part would be keeping quiet; most of the time she could swallow her moans or muffle them pretty well, but if she managed to hit a particularly sensitive spot... She forced her fingers to go slowly, keeping her legs shut instead of spreading them wide as she preferred. The pleasure didn’t build as quickly as it usually did, but soon enough she felt her panties becoming damp, and gingerly she slipped a finger inside to stroke her swollen clit. A moan surged forth but Sio managed to clamp her mouth shut just in time, instead breathing hard as the same finger rubbed back and forth, teasing her slick nub. A wild sort of thrill started running through her, replacing the fear she felt minutes earlier. ‘Maybe I really am some kind of pervert...getting all excited like this, masturbating in secret while trying not to get discovered...’

Next to her, Adam’s breathing remained even and relaxed. For one second Sio wondered what would happen if she woke him up and asked him to touch her, but quickly shot it down. ‘N-No, I can’t...he’d probably be disgusted, or get upset about being woken up...’ She got herself into this situation, so it was up to her to resolve it. Despite the restraints, Sio could feel herself edging ever closer; her insides were tightening up as she touched her clit, even sliding a finger in to let her walls convulse around something other than emptiness. As a precaution, she put one hand over her mouth, just in case. Sweat caused her t-shirt to cling to her body, Sio wishing she could fling the covers back, but that would wake Adam up for sure.

‘A-Almost, there...I can’t believe, I-I’m, actually gonna cum like this...!’

She gasped silently for air, breathing in great gulps to prevent herself from crying out. Now lying on her back, legs spread as much as she could without bumping into him while she fingered her slick hole, feeling the slippery juices run down her thighs as her thumb tweaked her sensitive clit that was about to send her straight over the edge...just a little more, another couple of tight circles and she could feel the sparks of pleasure as her body started twitching...

“...! Mnnmph...!” In an instant Sio felt her body pulling tight, her inner walls clenching down on her finger as she breathed hard into her pillow while she trembled. Hot liquid gushed out around her hand, her insides pulsing as the orgasm made its way through her entire body.

She lay there, letting her body calm down from the high while she strained to hear Adam’s breath. It still sounded the same, though who could actually say? Sio decided to not think about it too much and just feign ignorance. Like they say, out of sight, out of mind, right?

Unfortunately, in her post-orgasm haze, she forgot to be careful about spreading her limbs out and accidentally kicked him in the shins.

“Wha th—Sio? Is everything alright?”

“A-Ah, A-Adam I’m so sorry—” Mortified, she immediately pulled her hands out of her panties and desperately tried to wipe them on her pillowcase. ‘Eww, gross...!’

“‘S fine, it kind of comes with the territory...” Adam’s voice certainly sounded as if he’d been asleep, though Sio thought she detected some odd tremble or other. “Anyway...you alright?”

“Y, Yeah...sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt you...”

“No, you just...startled me.”

At least, that was putting it mildly. What Sio didn’t know was that Adam had most definitely not been asleep—not fully, anyway. Adam had always been a light sleeper, and now with the addition of his training as an e-gene holder, his senses were sharper than ever. So when he heard the sheets start rustling (very slightly), he thought nothing of it—until he realized there was a rhythmic pattern to it. At first he tried to ignore it; he was just imagining things, there was no way the sniper could ever think to do something as risqué as...touching herself, while they were sharing the same bed, could she? But the more he tried to will himself into sleep, the more he seemed to be able to hear; admittedly the sniper had done a good job in being subtle, and probably to anybody else it wouldn’t have seemed suspicious at all. But Adam was no ordinary human, and as he adjusted to the night sounds, he realized not only was she moving rhythmically, but there was a very slight ‘moist’ sound, along with a sudden deep breath every so often...

Oh yeah. Sio had definitely been masturbating.

As soon as that realization hit, Adam felt himself get very hot...and to his horror, his own erection started perking up. Cursing at his hormones, he had debated on whether he should pretend to snort or something to get her to stop, or just lie there in a sweet torture; hearing his girlfriend discreetly pleasure herself but unable to do anything himself.

Well, mostly anything. At the time, Adam’s reasoning was ‘well if she’s doing it then so can I’, but when he found his hands stroking himself, it took every ounce of self-control to not just turn over and touch her right there and then. So both of them just lay there, each pretending to hide their lust from the other while simultaneously wishing they could just touch each other instead. And now he was left with a rather painful hard-on, while Sio managed to somehow finish herself off.

“Well, sorry about that...good night...” Sio ducked her head underneath, sighing with relief. Luckily it seemed like Adam didn’t notice...though this whole deal made her realize that even something as normal as sleeping was drastically different when you were sharing a bed with someone else.

Just as Adam was debating about resuming his own activity, a pair of hands subtly slid around his waist, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. ‘Shit, I was the one who said she could cling onto me, too...’

“Mmm...you’re so warm...and comfy...” Behind him, he could feel Sio nuzzling against his back, her slender body nearly wrapped around him like an octopus. Normally, he would’ve welcomed such a gesture, but as it was, it was all he could do to pray and hope her hands wouldn’t touch that one very specific part of his body that was now literally stiff as a bone.

Unfortunately, it seemed Sio possessed a pair of wandering hands, and there was nothing he could do as he felt them gently brush against his torso, before they casually slid down and just brushed the tip of his erection.

He gulped.

Sio, meanwhile, froze the second her hands brush something incredibly hard and hot. ‘Oh crap...is this his...and it’s...!’

Both holders seemed frozen in place as this awkward situation developed. Adam could feel her heartbeat drumming against his back, just as surely she could feel his pulse while being nearly smothered against him.

‘Well Adam, what have you gotten yourself into now...’

#documentation #quarantine UST #//yeah i actually couldn't keep up my update schedule #//this was mostly due to being swamped for work

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