#he definitely do the thing when you smack people with rolled book

[asthmacolic]

I have a feeling that uber used to be his highschool drama club director.

But instead of being overly dramatic, he'll just scream "CUT" really loud every time someone mess up just a little OR if the script suck.

When I meant really loud I meant LOUD to the point the whole block thought there was an earthquake.

And he was very critical about it too

#supa strikas #iron tank #johann uber #he definitely do the thing when you smack people with rolled book #once he made a kid cry because 'you called that a cry?!? I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT"

[ashwhowrites]

Can I request Angst 40 with Eddie? But instead of God that's playing house it's Dustin and the Hellfire club. Maybe reader and Eddie have been fighting or they're ignoring their mutual feelings and it's coming through in Eddie's campaigns?

You're angst is amazing and I'm hoping for a happy ending, but do whatever you think fits best! :)

Absolutely! I think I should be able to give it a happy ending.

Thank you so much!

“Seven billion people in the world and I got put in a room with you. Either I’m cursed or God likes playing house with us.”

Ever since a new girl joined hellfire, her and Eddie have been down each other's throats.

Y/N was the only girl in hellfire for the longest time. Using this time to flirt her way into Eddie's life, and trying into his heart. She had a crush on Eddie ever since she met him during her freshmen year.

Eddie was hard to read. At times he flirted back and other times he acted like he didn't know who she was. She was on this endless rollercoaster and Eddie seemed to never turn it off. She made her feelings obvious, or so she thought. She's pretty sure all of hellfire knows she's into their leader but he seems clueless or not interested.

She'd compliment him every day, sneaking dirty jokes in between.

"wow Eddie that shirt fits your arms so nice. Can I feel them?"

"Those jeans fit your thighs really nice."

How is that not obvious? But it was confirmed he didn't like her in that way when he introduced Lilly to the group.

She was a tall blonde with green eyes. A smile that caught everyone's attention, and it definitely caught Eddie's.

"you can sit next to me." He smiled as she followed him to his seat.

Y/N looked at him confused, there wasn't an open seat next to him.

"move over Y/N." He said as he waved his hands to shoo her.

Y/N felt like she wanted to smack him so hard his hair would fly off. He had the nerve to tell her to move so a new girl could sit?

"Excuse me? This is my spot, it always has been." She stood up for herself.

The group watches them closely, feeling the tension get tighter and hotter.

"Yeah but Lilly is new and needs to be close to the master so I can show her." He smirked as he explained, winking in Lilly's direction. Y/N rolled her eyes as she giggled, covering her mouth.

Y/N decided not to fight and bit her tongue. Getting out of her chair, scraping it loudly across the floor.

The group watched silently, not believing the way Eddie was behaving.

Lilly sat next to Eddie and scooter the chair as close as she could.

Y/N tried to focus on the game, not on the fact Eddie was flirting his way through his whole campaign.

Towards the end she could feel the tears landing in her eyes. Hearing Eddie call this new girl beautiful every five seconds. Touching her hands as she rolled the dice. Cheering her on when she landed a good roll.

It reminded her of when she first learned. She remembered sitting in that chair trying so hard to impress Eddie. She stayed up night after night reading every book the library had. Even paying Dustin to teach her how to play. She remembered when Eddie called her beautiful every time. When his hand would hold hers as she rolled the dice.

Everything they did, he was doing with Lilly. Everything she thought that was special for them, was apparently just a thing he did with the new girls.

~~

It didn't get much easier for her.

Lilly came back session after session. She was getting better, Y/N would admit that. But that just meant she'd be staying.

She even has her own hellfire shirt now. Lilly's new spot was next to Eddie. Y/N's new spot was on the other side next to Dustin. Dustin tried to cheer her up at every campaign but it was hard when her eyes watched Eddie the whole time. Dustin knew all about her crush on Eddie's for years.

He encouraged her many times to make a move, and in some ways she did. She just never said exactly what she was feeling. Dustin knew his leader as well. And he knew he has feelings for Y/N. He just hasn't admitted it to himself yet. And as each day passed he could see Eddie ruining his chances more and more.

~~

Lilly has been part of hellfire for a month now and Y/N hadn't spoken to Eddie alone since.

Her flirting stopped, now embarrassed as he has no issue flirting with Lilly all the time

He never flirted this much with her. Another sign he wasn't interested.

Y/N gave up on getting his attention. Accepting that Eddie was into Lilly and she was definitely into him.

It wasn't a shock when he announced he wanted to ask Lilly out. The group nodded but not much of a response. Not that Eddie would notice, his eyes stayed on Y/N the whole time.

Watching as she refused to look up from her text book sitting as far from Eddie as possible. Eddie doesn't even know what hellfire said, just hearing the silence coming out of Y/N's mouth.

Dustin watched the two closely. Noticing Eddie only cared to see her reaction, or lack of reaction.

He watched as Eddie's shoulders slumped after Y/N never looked up.

Dustin smiled to himself - he has a plan.

~~

Y/N decided she wanted to quit hellfire a few days ago. She couldn't sit there and watch Eddie ignore her. She only joined the damn club for him and now he doesn't care if she's there or not.

She held the shirt in her hand as she sat in his throne chair, patiently waiting for him to show up early as he always does.

"shit, I didn't expect you to be in so early." Eddie chuckled as he closed the door behind him. Throwing his backpack on the floor.

"Eddie I want to talk." She said as she sighed. Eddie looked up at her, noticing the shirt in her hand.

"What's going on?" He asked nervously, praying this wasn't what he thought it was.

"I'm quitting hellfire." She said as she threw the shirt in the middle of the table.

Eddie watched as the shirt landed then snapped back to her. She looked emotionless.

"what? Why?" He asked

"are you serious Eddie?"

He was confused

"yes? I don't understand why you want to quit. We are so close to the end of the campaign, you can't just leave now." He explained.

She felt like she was going to cry. Of course he only cared about finishing the campaign.

"wow Eddie. I don't know why I'm even surprised that the only thing you care about is that fucking campaign. That's the only reason you want me here right? You don't even care about me actually leaving, do you? Just needing my character to finish off your campaign?"

"that's not true. I of course want you to be here because I want you to be here. You mean more to me than just a character in my campaign." He tried to reason

"it sure doesn't fucking feel like it Eddie." She snapped. Trying to keep her tears in her eyes. She did not want to cry in front of him

"I don't understand where all of this is coming from. Is this because of Lilly? Are you jealous you aren't the only girl around now? Because that's pretty pathetic." He crossed his arms, eyebrows scrunched slightly.

~~

Dustin felt himself smacking his head against the door. "not the right thing to say idiot." He whispered as he locked the door. He was going to make these two talk about their feelings before they leave that room.

~~

"you are such an asshole for that." She snapped back, walking towards the door. Smacking it when she realized it wouldn't open.

"for what? Saying the truth? At least one of us is."

She turned her head back to him, so much anger filling her veins.

"you know what Edward, yes I am jealous. But I am not jealous because I'm not the only girl in this club anymore!"

"then what are you jealous of?"

"BECAUSE IM NOT THE ONLY GIRL IN YOUR LIFE ANYMORE!". She covered her mouth quickly, turning towards the door again. Refusing to look at him. That was not what she wanted to say. She did not want him to know about her feelings as he made it so very clear he would never feel the same

"wait what?" He asked softly, his anger slowly leaving his body.

"Y/N look at me " he said as he grabbed her elbow. She quickly snatched it away and shook her head

"no, let's just ignore I said that." She said as she tried to open the door again, still not moving.

“Seven billion people in the world and I got put in a room with you. Either I’m cursed or God likes playing house with us.” she tried to joke through her tears

Eddie grabbed her elbow again, turning her slowly towards him.

He felt his lips move in a frown when he saw the tears falling down her cheeks.

"hey don't cry." He soothed as he cradled her cheeks

"please stop Eddie, this is making it harder for me." She said as she pulled herself away, using the sleeves of her sweater to wipe her tears.

"make what harder?" He spoke softly. Not wanting to upset her further.

"losing you." She said, finally looking at him. Shocked to see his own tears falling softly down his face.

"you aren't losing me." He said

"I basically already did Eddie. Ever since she came along, you just pushed me aside." She sighed as she took a deep breath. Wanting to stop the tears from falling already.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel pushed aside. I'm an idiot and I should have just been honest with you about how I feel." He admitted.

"what do you mean?" She asked, now she was confused. How did Eddie feel?

"I took some bad advice from freshmen. Apparently if you like a girl, you are supposed to see if she'll get jealous. But I guess I missed the warning that it will greatly upset the girl you are in love with and ruin the chance you have with her." He said as he looked down at his shoes.

Embarrassed to admit that out loud.

"you're in love with me?" She asked quietly, heart beating so hard she could actually hear it.

"Um yes. For a very long time and I was too scared to tell you so I decided why not fuck it up instead?" He tried to laugh it off, but the pain in his chest was suffocating.

"I am really sorry. I really didn't mean to upset you or make you want to quit hellfire." He apologized.

"Eddie Munson, you are an idiot but I love you too." She said as she walked closer to him. His head snapped up, big eyes open in shock.

"wait really?" He asked

"yeah. You didn't ruin your chance completely, but let's not push it again." She warned.

He nodded at her words and cupped her cheek.

"can I kiss you now?" He asked, his words washing over her lips.

She nodded softly.

Watching as he leaned in and slowly moving forward herself.

When their lips finally touched it felt like finally connecting the two puzzle pieces that wouldn't fit anywhere.

"it's quiet now, do you think they are kissing?" They heard Mike whisper outside the door.

Eddie pulled away with a smirk.

"shh." He said as he placed a finger to her lips. She watched him in confusion.

Then he threw his head back with a load moan

"YES BABY." she tried to hide her laugh as she heard the boys scram away from the door. Gagging as they ran down the hallway.

"I guess it wasn't God playing with us." She joked as she kissed him again.

"nope. Just our little group of sheep."

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson angst x reader #eddie munson request #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fluff x reader #eddie munson x female reader

[heart4reigns]

UNTOUCHABLE, jey uso.

next chapter

warnings: curse words, cigarettes, alcohol, substances, parties, flirting, platonic relationship, implied sexual activities

tags: it’s an all girls-all boys campus party bash! college!au, and all those campus things… (y/n) isn't like other girls she's emo leave her alone, 10 things i hate about you situation

summary: you were totally untouchable to him

BEING in an all-girls campus was probably the worst decision your parents had ever made for you. you were in another state, far away from your comfort zone. it was your third year, one more year to go before you could escape this hellhole. “HELL YEAH, 86 BABY!” your thoughts were cut-off by your best friend’s voice. “that's what you get for studying non-stop." you smiled. "fuck, i'm finally free from mr. smith's wrath... my saturdays are gonna be wild again!"

the campus ground was divided by several groups. to your luck, you were put in the girls building with all of your sorority girl friends. on the other side of your ground was the boys building. the barrier didn't stop them from throwing huge parties, inviting everyone the could see or talk to. your roommate, becky, was one of the most popular girl you could ever think of. contrary to the 'it girl' image she had, she was a sweetheart. her boyfriend, on the other hand–was a lot. the lovebirds were your closest friends, you'd take a bullet for them.

people couldn't believe that you were in damage ctrl, the college's top sorority. truth be told, you were dragged by becky since her mother’s sister was the one who founded the club. you took a role in academics, helping everyone with their grades–you were quite the tutor for everyone. even the members of the fraternity respected you and occasionally asked for your help.

outside of your studies, you didn't have the presence that becky and seth had. sure, people turned their heads when they see you, but no one ever had the guts to talk to you. except for this mullet emo dude chewing his pasta in front of you. "you should start selling these, (y/n)." dominik praised your cooking skills. "can you please shut up, i'm trying to study." you groaned in despair. "we're literally hanging out and you still choose your books over me?" dominik was your first friend, a year older than you. he was in the same year as seth, finishing up his thesis. "i am looking up qualitative theories for your thesis, do you want me to help you or not?" "right, comrade. i'll just shut up."

"are you coming tonight?" it was a rhetorical question. of course you weren't coming to seth's party. "no, i am not." becky came to the park after her classes, she was sitting on the grass with you and dominik. "see, told you she wasn't coming." dom rolled his eyes. "she never comes to the bloodline frat parties." he continued. "that's because i stopped partying when i was 18." you used to be a party animal back in your younger days, you grew tired of the scene. "boo, i wish we were friends in high school." "dominik, i went to an all-girls private school."

"i mean, jey's definitely gonna be there." becky winked at you. "becks, that was like 2 years ago." you rolled your eyes. "shit, right. i remember you having a crush on him. that was so funny, he's like... totally not your type." you threw your book at dominik, earning a groan. "ow, that hurts! i'm telling the truth right here." you had flashbacks during your first year where you fawned over a certain senior who had arms covered with tattoos, always wearing a chain necklace, and a stupid fucking smile that made your heart beat faster than usual.

the three of you continued the conversation, when all the sudden you heard a menacing laugh coming from behind you. you immediately knew who it was. "SETH, IF YOU PULL MY HAIR ONCE AGAIN, I WILL ACTUALLY SMACK YOU!" right before he could lay his hands on your hair, he backed off. "awwww, that sucks!" he went over to sit next to his girlfriend, giving her a kiss. "hey babe, we were just talking about your party." becky said. "(y/n) is coming?" you shook your head. "as usual. what are your plans for tonight then?" he asked. "i'm going to town to pick up some books professor heyman asked me to get."

seth was the top frat boy of the bloodline. everyone knew the bloodline threw wild parties and tonight? it was one of the biggest since they were all going to graduate soon. "well, if you change your mind the password for tonight is 'don't tell my mom i fucked cody rhodes last night'." he winked. "was originally gonna be '(y/n) (l/n) helped me with my thesis' but we don't want you to kill us." dominik chuckled. "fuck off." you groaned. "we know you love us, (y/n)."

you were getting ready for your short trip to town. you looked at the mirror and fixed your outfit; dom's black jacket (that you took when he wasn't looking), a black tanktop, your favorite corduroy flare pants, and a pair of boots that becky and seth gave you for your birthday present this year. "you look too good to go to a fucking library." becky shouted from her room. "who knows i might meet a hot professor there?" she cringed at your sentence. "be careful okay? oh, no one's gonna be home because we're all going to the party." you nodded. "don't forget to leave the keys inside the flowerpot."

and like usual, becky forgot to put the fucking keys inside the flowerpot. you cursed under your breath, trying your best to call the entire sorority, only to receive nothing but voicemails. you had no other choice than to go there. "here goes nothing." you muttered. the walk to the frat house was thrilling. you had to hide behind a bush, a trashcan, and a tree because of the night-guards.

“password?” the frat boy asked. “don’t tell my mom i fucked cody rhodes last night.” you replied, remembering the password seth gave you earlier. the frat boy opened the door and you knew that you were going to have a very bad time. you scanned the crowd, looking for your orange-haired friend as she was nowhere to be seen. you spotted similar faces, trying your best to avoid them.

people were confused when they saw you stepping inside the house. it was a very rare occurrence for you to be spotted in a function. “oh shit dude, that’s (y/n).” you heard whispers when you passed by. “fuck, where the hell are you becky?” you were still trying to call her to no avail. you did not care about the people staring at you, you really needed the keys. the music was loud, it smelled like weed, and everyone was just having the time of their lives. everyone except for you.

you were squinting your eyes, looking for your friend, until a certain mullet-boy pulled the back of your jacket. “familiar jacket you got there, what are you doing here pretty girl?” you were relieved to see one of your closest friends in this fiasco. “thank god you're here, i’m looking for becky!” you shouted. “why are you looking for her?” he furrowed his brows. “she has the dorm keys!” you replied. “everyone’s here and i can’t fucking go back!” you continued.

“just stay in my room, here are my keys!” he pulled out his carabiner full of keys. you shook your head. “your room smells like weed and piss and the last time i slept there were roaches.” you joked. “hey, i have the cleanest room in the boys dorm.” he defended himself. "can you please help me look for becky? please?" his grin turned menacing. "okay," dominik paused for a second. "if you enjoy your time here."

hence the cup in your hands, you were still looking for your best friend. dominik dragged you around, his hands intertwined with yours. everyone thought you were dating him, but it was totally a long-running joke between you, seth, becky, and him. "dom! you brought your girlfriend out of her shell?" you rolled your eyes when you saw the blond man. "shut up cody, i helped you pass your lit classes last month." you barked at him. "you're right, sorry. it's just weird seeing you here." he spoke louder. "i'm looking for becky, have you seen her?" cody shook his head. "i saw her when the party started, i think she's with either seth or kota!"

dominik patted your back, "poor you, it's okay we can find her." you were stressed out. you took a sip of the alcoholic drink in your cup, feeling the alcohol down your throat. "that's my girl!" dominik smiled, mimicking your actions. "fuck." you sighed. "yo, dom! come here!" one of his friends called him. "i'll help you find becky, stay right here." before you could say anything, he left you alone on the couch.

you felt someone sitting down next to you and you turned your attention to them. you made eye-contact with him, it was the frat leader, the final boss of every single fraternity of this town, jey uso. your heart skipped a beat. "and who are you?" his voice was loud and clear, despite the music blaring loudly. you furrowed your brows. of course he doesn't know me, you thought. you met him once during orientation, which was probably like 3 years ago. other than that, you didn't have any interactions with the leader.

"i'm (y/n)." you replied shortly, not paying attention to him. "shit, you're the one who helped seth with his thesis? the outcast damage ctrl girl?" you took offense in what he said, so you chose to ignore it. you were focusing on your phone, still trying your best to text the groupchat. "hey, you didn't hear what i said?" you looked up from your phone, facing jey again. "what?" you barked. he had this amused expression after he heard your tone. jey smirked as he knew that you weren't fawning over him.

everyone wanted him. everyone, but you.

to be honest, you couldn't really careless about the boys in your college. ever since you had a little crush on jey (which was a long time ago), you never took interest to any of them. if they approached you, you knew you could just say you were dating dominik. he was your wingman. "i said, who did you come here with?" jey repeated his question. "dominik." you were still focusing on your phone. "you're his girlfriend then?" you only nodded in response. "you know," jey paused for a second. "you can't really lie to me. your 'boyfriend' is literally flirting with rhea right now." you squinted your eyes, seeing dominik flirting with one of your friends. "shit." you muttered.

"i never see you in our parties, what brings you here, pretty girl?" it was clear that he was flirting with you. "i'm looking for becky." you admitted, hoping that he would have an idea about her whereabouts. "lynch? she's upstairs!" your eyes widened in surprise. "oh, thanks." you stood up from your seat, only to have him follow you. "i don't need you to help me, jey." you glared at him. "baby, this is a frat party. everyone's either drunk or horny, of course i'm gonna be a gentleman." he winked at you.

turns out, becky wasn't upstairs. you couldn't find her. you spotted your friends and asked if any of them had the dorm keys, but to your luck, becky had all of the keys, being the head-girl. "fucking hell." you muttered once again, still having jey following you. "you look like you need a drink." he passed you a red cup. you decided to let your guard down for a bit. might as well just get shit-faced while looking for becky, you thought. "don't try to get me drunk, uso." you glared at him once again. "i'm not! just offering you a drink." you took a shot of the alcoholic drink.

jey didn't know why he kept following you. earlier, he had girls swarming around him, wanting his attention–but as soon as he spotted you, all his attention diverted to you. he actually knew who you were. (y/n) (l/n), contradicting to all the assholes frat boys, he admired you. you were a year younger than him, but you were smarter than everyone in this frat house combined. “hi jey, you busy now?” one of the girls greeted him with a wink. “yeah, with (y/n) now.” he replied, nudging you. you side-eyed him, not knowing what to do.

“fuck was that?” “it’s tiring being most wanted.” jey replied with smirk. the people around you were unfamiliar, you saw a couple of your girls leaving with their boyfriends. you sighed as you took another sip of your drink. “you know what, i’m just gonna stay at the library.” jey immediately shook his head. “and do what? helping mr. heyman with his chores? fuck that, come on. have fun, it’s seth’s last party here.” he was right. seth was graduating soon and you didn’t even attend his parties till now. “i guess you’re right.” you replied, earning a grin from him.

the alcohol got a bit in your head. “i should stop drinking now.” jey noticed that your face was slightly red, he didn’t want you to go full drunk and have nowhere to stay, so he took your cup. “right, enough break time, you still wanna look for becky or do you want me to get dom?” you shook your head, feeling a bit fuzzy. “no, no! don’t get dom. he might take me to his weed-ridden room.” you pouted in annoyance. “please help me find becks.” jey couldn’t resist your stupid fucking pout. he helped you get off the chair, dragging you around–he felt bad now.

you were never one to go out a lot with your sorority girls, so pity flared inside him. you just wanted to go back. “yoooo, who are you with?” you turned your head around and spotted his twin. jimmy uso, college heartthrob that asked you for help in last year’s chemistry. “oh shit, (y/n)! you’re with my brother now?” jey shook his head. “nah man, trying to find becky or seth for her.” jimmy saw your tipsy state. “dawg, i hope you find them soon. last time i saw them was like 2 hours ago, you know how good they are in hiding.”

the situation became slightly overwhelming for you. you dropped jey’s hand. “jey, bro. it’s okay, enjoy the party. sorry i bothered you. i’ll just stay in the library till becky comes back, thanks for your help though.” there was a slight disappointment in his eyes. “it’s getting kinda crowded here too, you wanna bounce?” he stepped on his cigarette.

so there you were, in his car, driving up north to the nearest city beach to watch the sunrise. at first you declined, wanting to stay behind in the library as it was open 24/7. but it wasn’t safe. it was a public library and you were tipsy. you had no choice but to trust this frat boy who was bopping his head to mf doom. you were closing your eyes, your phone died, and you had no hopes in reaching becky. you just hoped that she was somewhere safe with her silly boyfriend.

“you alright there?” you opened your eyes. “yeah. shit, we’re here?” jey nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt. “come on, the sun is about to rise!” he smiled, opening the door for you. “god, calm down! i’m having a headache.” his hands intertwined with yours as he guided you to the beach. it was empty and you felt really comfortable. the warm breeze of the ocean tingled your skin, making you shiver a bit. “here, take my jacket.” you rolled your eyes and proceeded to chuckle. “that’s kinda cheesy, but i’ll take it. since it’s fucking freezing out here.”

the two of you sat in silence, the sounds waves filling up your eardrums. “you know, i like this beach.” he blurted out. “huh?” “i don't take people here. it's kinda like a secret spot when it gets overwhelming. i know i give off a fuckboy vibe or so, but i like being alone too. despite all the gossips about me, i’m just a law student trying to get my degree.” he chuckled, pouring his heart out. “and why are you telling me this?” you asked, feeling confused.

“don’t know, just feel like i needed to clear things up about myself.” you nodded at his statement. since you were already talking to him, you might as well spill your heart out. “i had a crush on you back in my first year. saw you during orientation and i thought ‘damn, that dude is hot’ but you were still dating… what was her name? felicia? yeah.” you admitted, feeling your cheeks heat up. you didn’t know if you were drunk or not but you just had to say it. “you’re lying.” jey stated. “am not! ask dominik, he knows all the tea.” you added.

“if we’re being honest with each other now,” jey played with the sand using his shoe. “i actually knew who you were. that talk at the party? that was all bullshit. i just wanted to talk to you, but you’re so untouchable.” jey confessed. he saw you as one of the girls he wouldn't mess around with. jey could get any girl he wanted, but you? with all of your achievements and this 'cold' persona? he didn't want to mess with you. the crush he had on you was pure and genuine.

you made eye-contact again with him, this time–he had a smile plastered on his face. “of course i knew who you were! damn, do you realize you have a lot of people looking up to you?” he questioned. “no, i do not.” “fuck, (y/n). all the boys want you.” the man sighed. “that doesn't matter to me.” the sun was rising up, causing the two of you to break eye-contact.

the scenery was breathtaking. jey uso was nervous, for the first time in his life. “gotta be honest, i had a crush on you too. i think it was your second year? but i thought you were dating dom so i backed off.” “no way, the dominik effect worked on some people.” you joked. the atmosphere became warmer as you felt him move closer to you. “i think my biggest regret was not talking to you in my remaining college years.” jey sighed, knowing that his time with you in the campus ground was limited.

“well, since we know each other now, how bout we start from the beginning? i’m (y/n), med student. a part of damage ctrl, i can probably do any assignments and can help you with all of your classes.” you offered him a hand. “and i’m jey uso, head-boy of the bloodline. i’m failing my classes and i recently developed a crush again on one of the sorority girls who can definitely kick my ass.” the two of you laughed at each other.

you continued talking to him about everything; life, academics, love, friendships, even your weird cousins. "it's getting so fucking cold, we should go back." jey suggested. "but becky..." you muttered. "you can stay in my room, i'll sneak you in from the window. the security won't check my floor. i can stay with jimmy." he sat up, brushing the sand from his pants. "actually, thinking about it. i wouldn't mind a jey uso right next to me in bed."

a/n: first time writing jey how are we feeling heart4reigns nation?? hope u enjoyed it as much as i did!! feedbacks/requests are highly appreciated!!

#the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #wrestling #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagines #jey uso imagine #jimmy uso #cody rhodes #seth rollins #becky lynch #dominik mysterio #usos imagines #the usos imagine #roman reigns imagine

[lemonyko0]

Test Dummy - jjk

college gives you the perfect fresh start, far, far away from your brother and any of his cock-blocking friends. or so, you thought.

» genre: fluff! best friends brother 👀 college au, little steamy and mentions of s3x.

» word count: 4.1k

Test Dummy - jjk

We’ve all heard about “forbidden love”. We’ve seen all the movies, read all the books, watched all of the predictable tv shows. I mean, what did you think was going to happen, they weren’t going to get together?

And yet, we continue to eat it up, every time, without fail.

“What is your beef with romance? Would you rather it be easy and straight to the point or do you think writers should end every romance in tragedy?” Mina scoffs and laughs at the foot of the bed as she proof-reads my essay. “I just don’t understand your point, y/n.”

I snatch the laptop away from her, “If you’re going to start making comments before you even finish reading it, I’m not going to let you read it at all!”

She laughs and rolls onto her back on my bed, “Fine, whatever, you probably don’t need anyone else to read it anyway, I’m sure it’s great.”

I nod, “You’re right, I don’t, you asked, remember?”

She grins, “Did I?”

I roll my eyes, “Shoo, leave my house.” Her boyfriend had texted her fifteen minutes ago saying he was on his way from her parents house, “why didn’t you invite your new boyfriend again?” I ask, referring to the cellphone in her hand as she slings her coat on and grabs her purse.

Her brows raise and she thinks about her words before speaking, something I most definitely never do, and she reminds me all the time. “Honestly? I knew your brother and his heathens would be back too, and the last thing I want him around is more testosterone.”

She laughs, having previously mentioned this one is the jealous type (which is apparently, something she’s into) and she was correct in assuming my house would look the same it did in high school, Seokjin and his friends all running around the house, being loud, eating all the food, and bothering any other life-forms in the house.

“Yeah you’re right, this place is still a sausage fest. However, I think today only four of seven losers are here. Not sure though, they’ve been quiet the last hour.”

She nods, “Must be eating.”

I shake my head as well, “Food! Oh god I’m totally gonna go crash their party, I’ll walk you out.”

I bid Mina goodbye and sigh in relief as I close the door. Not that I didn’t enjoy Mina’s presence, we’ve been friends for years and despite going to different schools after graduating, we’ve still kept in touch, but entertaining people for that long, is always taxing on my social battery.

Just as Mina and I make a habit out of reuniting during school breaks and holidays, as does Seokjin and his annoying group of friends.

I stroll around the downstairs area of my family home, parents gone somewhere I’m sure they mentioned but I’m sure I ignored, and no boys to be found. “Must be in his room or something.” I mumble to myself, opening the fridge and bending down to grab a soda.

“Actually we’re in the basement dusting off the pool table, hand me one?” I practically jump out of my skin at the sound of another voice in the room, let alone directly behind me. He grins widely, “Hi, pretty.”

I smack his shoulder and shove a drink in his hand before walking past him, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, and furthermore,” I lower my voice and turn to face him, now separated by the kitchen bar, “why the hell are you talking to me like that here? That is beyond off-limits!”

He’s still sporting a shit-eating grin, “You were actually being serious about not telling your family?” I widen my eyes and gesture around us, he scoffs, “Y/N, seriously?”

I sigh, “Jungkook, this is just,” I pause, “too weird to deal with right now.”

He circles the table coolly, still leaving a respectable distance between us, “I vividly remember you saying something different a few months ago, probably when we were in my bed, but oh! Maybe it was yours?” He laughs, as if what he was saying was actually funny, “Sorry, after so many times I just get confused.”

I scan the room again, my face dark red and my hair falling from behind my ears as I aggressively point my finger, “We already talked about this and you promised me Jungkook! Now drop it.”

He takes steps closer until his chest is brushing against my finger and I drop my hand in defiance, “I didn’t agree to be your sneaky-link, I want to be your boyfriend.”

“No.” I state simply, turning to leave the room.

Jungkook quickly grabs onto my arm, “Come on Y/N, just rip the bandaid off, and tell them you’re seeing someone! Better yet, he’s right god damn here to support you! Aren’t you exhausted from this constant tug and pull thing you’ve got going on?”

I pull away from him and very theatrically tell him, “NO.” He sighs dramatically and I scoff, “What on earth do I have to tell anyone? Not only are we not together, but you are also Seokjin’s best friend.”

He throws his head back in annoyance, “I don’t understand-”

“And I will be more than glad to talk you through it, after break.” I stop him right there, tired from repeating the same argument over, and over again.

Before leaving for university, the thought of ever being with one of my brothers delinquent friends sounded appalling. I had to listen to their male nonsense my entire life, being dragged around and made fun of and simultaneously, extremely cock-blocked. Not a single date-night, crush, date to dances, anything. If I wanted one, he’d be scrutinized and scared off. It was impossible, and incredibly annoying.

So imagine my delight, leaving for school knowing I had successfully avoided both my brother, and every single one of his associates.

That is until Jungkook transfers his second year, and didn’t tell anyone where-to until it was too late.

Which I figured, whatever. The likely chance we’ll ever cross paths is slim to none, no problem!

Except he latched onto me like an actual parasite. It had taken him long enough to find the overlap in our schedules, my study time coincided with his! Oh and his gym-time too! And he liked getting coffee around the same time as me as well! Oh and he doesn’t like the treadmills at the gym anymore, and would much rather run at the same time as me, on the same path, and at the same pace.

I questioned his motives from the start, and eventually gave up on pushing him away. I could have worse company, I suppose. And compared to the rest of his and Seokjin’s friend’s, I did know him the best, and disliked him the least.

We actually grew close in a short amount of time and I found myself enjoying his company, although I still struggle to admit it. I tried so hard to clear my life of my brother's shadow looming over me but Jungkook never mentioned it. He actually seemed to pick up on my avoidance, and what I was trying to do by going to a big school and one I knew no one else was attending. He was perfect in the sense that I never had to tell Jungkook what I was thinking, he just, knew. He also knew what to do, and just what I needed.

As one should have expected, you can’t just fling yourself into the dating world head-first and expect everything to work out how you imagined it would. I had no experience! No precursor, no context clues, no cues, and absolutely zero clue that the rules and expectations of college-dating was completely different to those you read about.

I was on the third failed date when Jungkook decided it was time to ask, even though I knew he was hesitant.

It was autumn, the leaves turning cool to warm-tones and trees shedding, I remembered the extra crunch during my morning run with Jungkook. He sat against my bed with a textbook in front of him and a notebook in his lap when he looks up at me on my bed, “How did your date go?”

I hum, looking at him questioningly, knowing damn-well I had never mentioned my dating life to Jungkook. “You know, you won’t shrivel up and die if you ask people for help.”

I begrudgingly chuckle at his comment, “I don’t need to ask for help. Men are just stupid and horny.”

He nods, “I don’t deny that, but, perhaps you’re fishing in the wrong pool.”

I sigh, “I’ve fished from different pools! I did the ‘helpful guy in my maths class’ and the ‘cute guy always in the library’ and even dating apps! And one would think if you just wanted to have sex, you would NOT put ‘looking for a relationship’ in your bio, but I suppose some people just aren’t that logically-inclined?”

He grins and leans his head back against my bed, “actual dating isn’t what half of the guys your age are looking for right now. Sorry to say it, but unless flings are what you’re looking for, first-year guys aren’t going to offer more.��� He speaks easily, almost tentatively, as if he was breaking hard news to me. “At least, not this early in the year. But I get your enthusiasm, it’s not like you got out much in school.”

I raise my eyebrows to that, “That’s for damn sure.” We both chuckle, and I sigh annoyed, “It’s just upsetting, like everyone is at a completely different place in their lives than me, I mean, fuck I’ve never so much as made out with someone!” I laugh and he hesitantly laughs after me, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t register at the time, but I continued, because he was listening, and for once I felt comfortable enough to tell someone other than Mina, and I needed that. She wasn’t here anymore, and doing things on my own wasn’t working. “I just, feel so detached and angry.”

He nods, leaving a few moments of silence to ensure I was done before speaking, “I mean, if it bothers you that much and you think it’d help, I will certainly volunteer to be your test dummy.”

I smile before his words really sink in and I look down to him with brows furrowed, he’s grinning with a pained expression, “what do you mean by that Jungkook?”

His eyes widen and he raises his hands in surrender, “I-I strictly mean it in a if-it-would-help sense, just, trying to offer solutions! Sorry, that was weird and wrong.”

He slouches back down and buries himself in his work, and it’s not spoken of again.

Two weeks later, and my morning runs with Jungkook have become a given, and as the leaves turn redder and begin to brown and fall off, I find his presence more and more comforting. I’m not sure exactly when the lines blurred. I wish I could say I was on something. I wasn’t sober, I was lonely, I was just being stupid. But none of it was true. Well, that last bit is partly true, I was stupid, for not seeing what was going on until it was right in front of me.

“Why not you?” I speak aloud, almost as if my thoughts had slipped past the gates in my brain and right out of my mouth.

It catches Jungkook off-guard, my out of context bambling. He was just stretching against a nearby tree after our run, and asked me what coffee shop I was in the mood for. “Why not me, what?”

I stare at him, mouth agape, and I’m sure it takes me much longer than it should have to conjure up a response. I ran through my options, lie, surely. It’s not supposed to go like this.

Or, just tell him. Jungkook had been a more than good friend to me up until then, why not? “Why not you?” I repeat. He doesn’t speak, leaving me to fill in more of the blanks. I catch my breath finally, “You, Jungkook.” I say, he nods, slowly, almost like he was worried or scared. “Why not go on a date, with you?”

He stares at me. Emotionless. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t so much as move the stray hair falling into his eyes from underneath his hoodie. I laugh, “Nevermind, that was stupid of me.”

He stills, before shaking out of it then shaking his head profusely, “No no no no, not stupid.” I raise my brows and he looks me in the eyes, “I mean, are you being serious?”

I nod slowly, “Well, yeah, it makes perfect sense, and you even brought it up, a while ago.”

He hums, “Yeah, I’m sure I did, but, when?”

He asks for a reminder, “When you told me you volunteered to be my ‘test dummy’ for relationships. So why not, show me what it’s like.”

Something told me his reaction was disingenuous, “Oh, yeah, sure.”

He smiled anyway, picking up his bag and water, “Well, in that case, let our first date be a coffee date, on me.” He animatedly looped his arm around mine and walked away from our running trail and towards the nearby shop.

Jungkook was, as expected, a perfect gentleman. And I thought, that was what he was supposed to be. We were doing this whole thing so I could get some experience under my belt with less hassle and pressure, it was perfect.

There was always something, though. A little voice screaming at me that something is wrong and needed to be addressed. But neither of us did. Not when he walked me to my ‘doorstep’ (the front of my building) on our third date and told me, “this is when any good man would likely try to kiss you.” He looked at me, I looked at him and nodded, “the third date?” He nodded, “Yep, of course, only if you’re showing signs you’re interested, and even better if he explicitly asks.”

I nod and smile up at him, both of our hands shoved into our pockets, the wind making the nighttime much chillier. He bites at his bottom lip and shifts his weight from his toes, to his heels, and back and forth, until I say, “so, are you going to ask?”

This stops him, “ask… what?”

I laugh, thinking how stupid of a question, “To kiss me?”

His eyes widen, and then he leans back, shaking his head with a grin, “No no, this isn’t-”

“What, did I do something wrong?”

He quickly shakes his head, “No, nothing, you’re perfect.”

I ignore the way my cheeks flush despite the cold, “Okay then.” I lead on, he looks at his feet. He never tried to leave, he never told me goodnight, offered to kiss me on the cheek, he just did, nothing.

And I simply wasn’t having that.

I leaned up on my toes and pulled my warm hands from my pockets and placed them tentatively on his face, and I kissed him.

It was quick, I had kissed someone before, albeit years ago, and I was not confident at all in my skills. But I was confident in myself. I knew he wanted to kiss me but didn’t think it was right.

I bid him goodbye that night, and life went on just as it always did. From that line crossed, every line there on after became more and more blurred. When exactly “trial dating” became real dating, I’m unsure.

It gave me a perfect excuse as to why I was spending so much time with Jungkook, and why I was enjoying it, until I tried wine for the first time. We both had a decent amount, and I had sex for the first time.

That, still, is one of my largest regrets. I mostly wish we could go back, and do it differently. Or had at least weighed the outcomes of putting me, the guy I liked, and a bottle of wine and zero reference of a tolerance in a romantically-set up room.

From then on, Jungkook and I have argued over what we are, what to do, what we were doing, at all. I had made a bubble. A perfectly constructed, safe space. No one holding me back, judging me, or shadows looming. I was comfortable in my bubble.

That was until break came, and my bubble literally, popped.

I told Jungkook, (I’ll admit, rather coldly) that from the moment we were back in our hometown, none of this had ever happened. “If they ask, we kept up with each other on campus as friends, but that was it.”

He did not take well to this, but what was I supposed to do? Re-introduce one of my brother's closest friends as “my friend I go on dates with and kiss and sleep with every so often but he’s not really my boyfriend I don’t know we haven’t figured it out yet.” ???? Absolutely not. It is too complicated, too fast, too much for my brain to deal with all at once. It is bad enough returning home, and even worse knowing my problems were following me and harassing me in my own kitchen.

Jungkook sighs, having relented, “I don’t know what else to do, y/n.”

I pause for a moment, then shrug, “I’ve told you, i-it’s a hard situation. And any normal guy in your position would most definitely not be invited to my home during holiday, let alone bonding with my entire family and even join us for freaking christmas dinner if he wanted.”

His eyes look past me before nodding solemnly, “I get that, really, I-I’ve kept my distance! I’ve done what you asked, but you’re not even meeting me halfway.”

I put my hands out in front of him, “There is no half-way Jungkook.” I look to the basement door when I hear a voice and the steps creaking, “As of right now, there is nothing to talk about.”

He opens his mouth to complain and I loudly hush him, “Ah! Stop talking.”

He tries speaking again, no doubt further complaints about how unfair I’m being, and thankfully he notices Seokjin seconds before he slings his arm around him with a grin, “Wondered what was taking you so long to grab my coke.”

He laughs it off and Seokjin crosses the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge, and I turn to leave before he calls out to me, “Yeah?”

“There’s still pizza down there, and we found the missing 4 striped ball.” He points at the basement door with the drink in his hand and chuckles, “Which if I remember correctly, you lost when you practically threw it at me.”

I roll my eyes, “I did not throw it at you, you hid it from me so I couldn’t win, I was beating you so bad you had to cheat.”

He chortles, “Yeah, that may be, but I’m nowhere near the best player anymore, you could easily win even if I cheated.”

I nod, “Yeah I’m sure-”

“Actually, Jungkook beat me twice and Taehyung forfeited, that's why we sent him up here, so we could have our own losers match.” He makes himself laugh even harder, walking back over to Jungkook, “We’re gonna go play mario kart in my old bedroom, you can join us or see if y/n is still the best at pool.” He speaks to Jungkook, but looks at me.

I shake my head, “It’s not that deep-”

“Of course! We have to.” Jungkook says quickly. I narrow my eyes towards him and he grins cockily, “unless you know you’ll already lose.”

I roll my eyes, “Comedic, you’ve always been a sore loser, I refuse for the sake of your ego.”

He scoffs, “Nope. Liar. You know you’re no good anymore and you’ll lose.”

I shake my head, “You’ll say anything to get me to play.”

He leans against the table, “Just one round. And I’ll even offer best of three, when you lose.” He grins cockily and I mock him.

“Whatever. ONE round, that’s it.”

Seokjin claps, “Perfect! Winner can run their victory lap around the house and boasting rights until next year, and loser pays our dinner later.” He pats our backs excitedly before jogging up to his room, Taehyung not far behind him.

Jungkook and I enter the basement, setting up the game and talking shit, as one does. “Who’s breaking?”

He smiles, holding his chosen pool cue, “Ladies first.”

I nod, “Such a gentleman.”

He laughs, “Yeah, that’s what got me into your pants.”

I mess up my shot and berate him. “I have half the mind to come over there and use this forcefully.” I lift up my pool cue and he pretends to be scared.

“Oh no! Please don’t!” I walk over to him, slap his chest and I only get one good (albeit, wimpy, compared to his strength) hit in before he grabs both of my hands and backs me into the pool table. He leans into me, our bodies touching leaving absolutely no room, and he kisses me.

I’m able to forget my surroundings and lose all rationality when he kisses me. He licks at my lips and I let his tongue slide past, soon enough his hands drop the cue, mine long forgotten as his hands slide down my body and he lifts me onto the table.

My hands are split, one tangling his hair and the other feeling his chest. He continues to kiss me fervently, hungrily, like he was touch-starved and in dire need of attention. He pulls me close and rubs against me, showing me how bad he wants me and it takes all the strength I have left to pull away, calling out to him. He ignores me the first time, kissing me in response to his name. I pull away again, “Jungkook.” he hums, busying himself with kissing and biting my neck, “Jungkook, w-we can’t.”

My pleas fall on deaf ears. “Jungkook, please,” my hands tug on his arms that are wrapped around me, “not here.”

He buries his face in my neck and leans into me with an annoyed groan. I let him rest like that for a while, waiting until he lifted his head and looked at me. “I don’t actually want to play pool.”

I chuckle, ��Me neither.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, “Okay so let's use this table for a much better purpose.” He leans back into kiss me and I turn away, laughing at his desperate attempt.

“Jungkook, it’s bad enough, what we’re doing, let alone to do it in my house, where Seokjin is literally in, right now.”

He whines, “I don’t care! I will go up there right now and tell him-”

“Tell him what?!” Jungkook stops in his tracks. “Tell him what, Jungkook?” He doesn’t respond. “Exactly. We don’t have a label. I’m not ready to figure this out yet, there’s nothing to tell them now.”

His gaze softens and he steps towards me, his hands resting on my thighs as he draws circles on them, “But we’ll tell them eventually? It won’t be like this, much longer?”

I sigh, scratching his head and looking him in the eyes, “if we become official, if we really work out, then yes, of course. We’ll tell them.”

He kisses me again, barely parting our lips, “Okay, I’ll stop.”

I kiss him back and laugh, “Really? That’s all it took?” He furrows his brows. “Jungkook, I’ve been saying that since the beginning. Albeit, quite meaner.”

He nods, “You were being a megabitch, but I really like you so I didn’t mind.” He presses our noses together and smiles. I push his chest offendedly and he doesn’t move an inch, “You were stressed, worried, and confused, I don’t blame you. I should've been more sympathetic.” I kiss him again and thank him, followed by my own apology for mistreating him. “But there is still something different this time.”

I hum, “Yeah? What.”

He grins, “You acknowledged us being together.”

I roll my eyes, knowing I couldn’t hide the way my cheeks heat while trapped in his arms, “Whatever, stop talking.”

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CAMP NANO DAY 22

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Duke watched Phantom pace around the rooftop in growing bemusement. The kid was going over the notes he'd taken in his little pocket notebook over the course of his and Dick's Q&As with a rather deep furrow between his brows, muttering under his breath all the while. Duke chanced a glance at his oldest brother from where he sat as straight-backed as possible on his stool of shadows. Though Dick was fully masked and in character, Duke could read the older man like a book. His casual perch on top of the roof access shed held a shade of wariness and the set of his shoulders belayed his concern.

He fully understood, from what Steph and Jason had said, Phantom knew pretty much instantly exactly what both of them were as soon as he'd finished questioning them. He hadn't had to ask them more than ten questions total before he just knew. With Dick, however, he'd asked almost twenty five questions, and Duke was asked almost forty before Phantom had started up his pacing and muttering.

Right as Duke's anxiety started acting up, started whispering poisonous words about how he was a fake and a failure, that Phantom was going to declare him nothing more than a freakishly over powered meta and his family would turn him out on the streets over it, the kid abruptly stopped pacing and, without even looking up from his little notebook, asked the two of them, "So did you guys know you were both light deities before you came up here, or is that just a huge freaking coincidence? Because I've cross-checked the facts and crunched all the numbers, and you two are both minor deities of light, among other things."

Dick rolled his head dramatically to the side door a moment before asking in his raspy Raven voice, "Among other thingsssss?"

Phantom looked up from his notes with a blank startled look before understanding flashed across his expression. "Ahh, yes. Raven, you're a minor guardian trickster deity of light, your domains are pranks and tomfoolery, light, and protection. Signal, you're a minor guardian deity of light and shadows, your domains are both light and shadows, as well as protection. Basically, your domains are things that empower you and that you can manipulate and control with training. Eventually, you'll even be able to bless people within your clan's territory with any of your domains, such as blessing someone to find safety within the light of street lamps. Raven, as a trickster, you'll be drawn to areas and people full of mischief, and even feel the urge to start mischief, yourself," he explained. "As both of you are also guardians, you're inherently connected to the general wellbeing of the inhabitants of your territory. When someone is in danger within the city limits, you'll be able to tell. With practice, you'll even be able to hone in on the location."

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Cass watched from her spot draped across a crouching Tim's shoulders as Phantom gently smacked his forehead with his little notebook. He'd just finished questioning her and seemed to be having a small mental breakdown. She watched him for a little longer before softly whistling a question to her little brother in the family's secret conlang, Is he okay? Tim's chirped answer, I'm not sure, was followed by Phantom taking a deep breath and looking back up at them.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting your clan to have so many minor deities in it. Ibis, you're definitely a kitsune, though I have no idea how many tails you have yet or what they can do, so we'll have to figure that out next time. BlackBat, you're a minor guardian deity of darkness and shadows, your domains are darkness, shadows, and protection. Like I told Raven and Signal, your domains are things that empower you. You and Signal share the domain of shadows, but as you also possess the domain of darkness itself, you'll be able to do things with shadows that he likely never will, no matter how much he trains his shadow domain," Phantom said before letting out a gust of breath and drawing his feet up to sit in midair. He ran a hand through his bright white hair, his entire frame screaming to her his astonishment and wariness. "Ancients, your clan is seriously OP. Batman is most likely a major deity since he has three minor deities under him, then there's the three of you minor deities. Condor's a Phoenix, Starling is a banshee, you're a kitsune with who knows how many tails, Ibis—" he pulled his hand from his hair and ran it down his face instead.

Tim and Cass glanced at each other at his words. Were clans... Not supposed to be like theirs? It felt entirely natural to her, especially since her family had started taking lessons from Phantom. She couldn't imagine her clan being anything other than exactly as it was.

Phantom must have caught the motion of their heads as he hurried to explain. "Most clans are made up of similar, if not the same, species. Your clan not only has a wider variety of species than normal, a lot of you are rare species that either have difficulties getting along with certain species also counted among your number, or aren't usually found in clans at all. Deities, major and minor, either form pantheons, which are different from clans, with other deities local to their territory or fiercely guard their territory from other deities and remain solo their entire existence. The fact that you have a deity in your clan, let alone three or more, is—is unheard of."

Tim froze in her grasp as he immediately began absorbing, analyzing, and extrapolating the new information they'd been given, but Cass barely noticed. No, what drew her attention more than the truly ground shaking information, was the beginnings of real, fragile hope began to show themselves in Phantom's body language. Where before, both the first time she met Phantom and just earlier that very night, he'd exhibited signs of relief and safety, this was perhaps the first time she'd seen him express hope. Cass wondered what he'd seen, what he'd experienced, that had led to him losing his hope in the first place, then she decided that, whatever it was, she wanted to punish the ones behind all of it for taking that hope away.

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AHHH I DID IT. I FINALLY FINISHED WRITING CHAPTER THREE. ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ This took forever, and I apologize for that. I had to start writing this chapter five different times before I finally figured out how the heck I even wanted to begin. Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and all the lore drops. Cass's POV kinda got away from me and I'm not entirely sure where half the stuff I put in there came from, but it works! I hope y'all enjoyed it! I'm hoping to get back into the swing of writing and posting nearly every day for the rest of the month, but we'll just have to see, won't we (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

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4. Foreign feelings

She heads into the library and finds a quiet corner, near the back. She pulls the purple, cushioned chair away from the desk and sinks down into it. She pulled her hood over her hair and folded her arms on the table, placing her head on top.

Forcing herself to drink an entire bottle of water with Aspirin, her head is still on fire. She was the definition of a lightweight.

"Stevie?" A voice calls out.

She opened her eyes and lifted her head up, turning to her right. All she sees is a red sleeve and instantly knows it's Rod. She laughs and lays her head back down.

"Please, sit down. You're entirely too tall to be hovering over me."

He smacks his lips and rounds the table, sitting across from her. She hums as his cologne hits her nostrils.

"You good?" She nods, keeping her eyes closed. An unzipping of a book bag is heard, along with the clicking of a pen.

She opens one eye, watching his hand glide across the notebook that's in front of him. This must be for his English paper.

He raises an eyebrow before speaking, "it's not polite to stare, you know?"

"Why not? You look adorable when you're focused."

He raises his eyes up from his paper to settle on mine.

"Are you flirting with me, babygirl?"

"Yep." She responds.

A shocked expression makes its way onto his face.

"Wow, she finally gives a straight answer." He cracks, while she rolls her eyes.

"Anyways," she changes the subject, "what's your paper on?"

"The OJ Simpson murder case. It's some wild shit." She snorts, leaning up from the table.

"Well, out of all the things to write about... that's the most interesting one, for sure." He laughs.

Silence falls over them, a comfortable one. The library is basically empty, besides a couple people towards the front on the computers.

"Random question."

"Shoot," she placed her chin in the palm of her hand, giving him her attention.

"What's your last name?"

"Johnson. What's yours?"

"Black," he clicks his pen and sits it down, "is Tyler the only friend you have?"

"Pretty much. The girls here are cool, I guess, but they try too hard and I don't have time. We've been friends since high school, and we've been inseparable ever since. What about you?"

"I'm a loner, honestly. I have friends back home, though. We link up around the holidays and the summer, but that's about it." He shrugs.

"Back home... where's that, if you don't mind me asking."

"New Jersey."

"Aw, you're like an hour away. That's gotta be convenient." He nods, smiling a bit.

"Yeah, it is. I make it a priority to keep money aside to go back home, from time to time."

"That's sweet. I bet your folks love seein' you."

"It's just my mom, actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately, my dad's never been in my life like that." She sighs, feeling bad for him.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's okay. My mom's like my whole world."

"Must be nice. My parents are total assholes." He chuckles at her air quotes.

"Really?" She nodded, rolling her eyes at the thought of that conversation.

"Yeah, they disowned me." His brows furrow.

"Is that what happened, that day I came and picked you up?"

"Yeah. We got into this dumb argument and my dad told me that I didn't have to worry about him or my mom doing anything pertaining to me, anymore." The shocked look on his face only grows.

"What the hell? That's the craziest thing I've ever heard. I'm sorry that happened to you."

"It's fine. My dad actually tried to apologize to me, but I didn't care. Damage is done, ya know?" He nods.

"Well, everybody has bad stories. I'll tell you mine, one day."

"Alright, Ima hold you to that." She looked at the clock behind his head, squinting a little to read the time. 9:45 a.m.

She sighs and scoots her chair away from the table, beginning to stand up. He stands up as well.

"What's your first class?"

"Math."

"Mine is no better. I got biology."

Tossing his notebook back into his bag and zipping it up, he slings his bag over his shoulder and reaches out for her hand.

She stares at it, before placing mine in his. He laughs at her slight hesitation, making her blush.

"Is this too much for you?" He asks, as they start walking out of the library and towards her class. She shakes her head.

"Nah, it's just... new. Real new." She looks up at him.

"Yeah, for me too. But, this feels nice." He glances at her, then back at the semi crowded hallway.

They stop in front of her class, with their fingers still intertwined.

He licks his lips before pressing them against hers. Her body presses into his, slightly and he smirks against her lips, before pulling away slowly.

"I'll meet you after class, aight?" He says.

She nods. He finally releases her hand and heads back into the opposite direction. She sighs and heads inside.

"Mhm, I saw it too... that must be her man."

"Nah, that's gotta be a side chick or sumn— she ain't cute enough!"

"Maybe, y'all should mind y'alls business. That'd be great." They both look in her direction with flushed facial expressions.

"Oh," she sat down in my seat, "and that is my man. All fine and all mine." She winks at them, making them gripe and turn around.

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"And, what did he say?"

Stevie secures the lid on top of the hot coffee and hands it to the customer, before turning back to Claire.

"He thought it was cute."

She giggles, pushing her curls away from her shoulders. 

"Are y'all official?"

She shook her head.

"Nah, we still gotta get to know each other better, and all that good shit. I feel like we're moving at a steady pace, though." She nods, moving to her left to start wiping down the counter.

"Well, that's really cute. I've only seen him a few times, but y'all are adorable together." She blushes.

"Thanks, C." A couple of customers came in, pulling them out of conversation and back into work mode.

There's a couple and a group of teenagers. The teenagers head towards Claire, while the couple heads her way.

"Oh my gosh, you're so pretty!" She smiles at the brown skinned woman. Her black coils are piled on top of her head, wrapped up in a red satin-like scarf.

"Thank you! So are you," she looks beside her, nodding at her boyfriend or so she's guessing. "How are you?"

He nods, sending a small smile her way, and she returns the gesture, proceeding to take their order.

“What can I get for y'all, this afternoon?"

"I'll take a mocha latte and a chocolate chip muffin."

"I'll just take a black coffee."

She writes everything on a sticky note and hands it to Alana. She begins to fix the coffee, while she retrieves the muffin.

"What's your name, doll?" She placed her treat in a bag and slid it across the glass counter.

"Stevie." She looks at her boyfriend and comes back to her, making her look between the two of them, confused.

"You know John?" She asks, making her heart stop for a second.

"John who?" She asks.

He squints his eyes, before saying, "Stevens."

Alana walks up beside her, placing both drinks on the counter.

"I used to work with him, what's this about?"

"His friends know a few of mine. We were aware that he was fired and he told us that it was because of you, love." 

The irritation spread across her face like a wildfire.

"I didn't get him fired— you know what, this isn't the time or the place. Your total is ten dollars and five cents." Stevie says, feeling her anxiety rise.

She pulls out her card and completes her transaction.

"Thank you, Stevie. Our intentions weren't to disturb you, I apologize."

"Have a nice day."

They move to the side, letting other customers in front of them and eventually head out the door.

She sighs and continues serving.

I have no time for this mess.

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She decided to stay an extra thirty minutes, today, to let Claire know about the whole John situation and whoever those customers were.

She informed her to let her know when they come back, so she can handle the situation accordingly. It made her feel a little at ease, along with the schedule changes being made.

She'll now only be working until eight, at the latest, instead of closing like she's used to. She'll miss it but her safety comes first.

"Hey, lovebug!" Tyler comes beaming around the corner, plopping down on top of her. Caught off guard, she stares at her with wide eyes.

"Hey... why're you so cheery?" She smiles even harder.

"I got a job!" Stevie's eyes grow wider.

"What?! Where??"

"It's a café called The Little Diner. They sell more breakfast stuff than anything else, and it's got this cozy, old timey feel to it. My boss is this high yellow, gray big-haired woman. She's got the sweetest voice ever and she's already taken a liking to me."

"I'm so proud of you, girl! I knew you'd find a good place for yourself. I felt it."

She playfully rolls her eyes and gets up from Stevie's lap.

"Thanks, girl. I officially start Wednesday." She nods and pulls her hair up into a bun.

"How was work?" Stevie sighs at the question.

"Some people came in today, asking me what my name was and shit about John. It made me super uncomfortable and irritated, because he got people thinking that I got him fired. I'm not tryna get caught up in some bullshit, just cause that muhfucka can't get it through his head that he needs to fuck with bitches that actually like his stupid ass. Like, what the actual fuck?"

"Again, do you want me to gut him like a fish?" There goes that damn grin, again.

She grimaces and zones out for a second, thinking back to what Rod said.

"Stevie... hello!" She snaps her fingers in her face, pulling her back into reality. She chuckles and looks at her.

"The hell was that about? Why you laughin'?"

"I told Rod about him, and he told me that if anything was to ever pop off, he'd handle it." She raises an eyebrow.

"Ouu shit na! Big Daddy handlin' your problems, huh? Y'all must be serious—"

"Seriously, shut up. That sounded so ridiculous, Tyler." She starts laughing. She sucks her teeth.

I literally might strangle someone over that noise, one day.

"Whatever, heffa. I'll keep my hands clean... for now." She walks into the kitchen, leaving Stevie.

She eventually heads upstairs. Heading into her bathroom, she strips down and take a quick shower, brushing her teeth once she's done.

She heads into her room and grabs an oversized T-shirt, pulling it on. It's abnormally hot in her room, so panties are not an option tonight.

Turning her fan on, sitting down on my bed and grabbing her phone. She calls Rod and waits for him to answer.

"Hello," his voice comes through deep and raspy, making her insides flip.

"Hey... did I wake you up?" She asks, as shuffling sounds on his end.

"A little, yeah." He laughs. "But it's alright, is everything okay?"

"Well, not really...."

"Lay it on me, babygirl."

"You remember that guy I was telling you about, at my old job? Well, there was this couple that came in today. They were cool at first, then started asking me what my name was and looking at me funny. Come to find out, they know of each other and he's going around telling people that I got him fired and whatever the hell else he can make up, I guess."

"You want me to handle it?" The authority in his voice does something to me... I can't explain it.

"How would you ev—"

"All I need is a yes, and we can go from there."

"Okayyy,” she drags out, “yes."

"Alright, ima take this off your hands so don't go worrying about whoever they were, him or anything else about that situation, aight? I got you."

"Thank you." An mhm sounds on his end.

"How was your day, other than that?"

"It was alright. I missed you," it came out, before she could catch it. She mentally smacks herself.

"Word?" Amusement is laced in his tone, causing her to let out a sigh.

"Yeah."

"Hm.. I might've missed you, too."

"Might have? What does that mean?" He starts laughing at her defensive mood.

"It means, maybe I missed you... maybe I didn't miss you." She pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek and rolled her eyes.

"Wow, using my line against me. I thought you were better than that."

He laughs, again.

"I can stoop to your level, if need be. That opportunity was right in my face, babygirl."

"Anyway... I was gonna ask you how your day was, but I don't care anymore."

He smacks his lips.

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"If you didn't care, you wouldn't have announced that you were gonna even ask me about my day, dear."

"No, I only did that because it's polite, honey."

"Whatever you say, darling." She cracks a smile.

"Okay, Roderick."

"Using my government name, now? Wow, Stevie." Again, shuffling is heard.

"Hey, are you at home, by any chance?"

"Yeah. What's up?" She perks up a little bit.

"I wanna see you— if that's okay," she pulls the cover back and sits up.

"Uh yeah, that's fine."

"Okay, I'll be there in like five minutes."

She hangs up and stands up from the bed. She opens her top drawer and pulls out her lace panties and pulls on the first pair of sweats she can find.

She headed downstairs and slipped her feet into her slippers by the side of the couch and sat down, occupying herself with an episode of Living Single.

Another episode on the love story gone sour, between Scooter and Khadijah.

"Ugh, they can never get it together." Tyler comes around the corner, startling her some.

Walking beside the wall unit, she finally gets a good look at her friend. She's dressed in dark blue distressed jeans, a lace bodysuit and black strappy heels. Her hair is parted down the middle and her lips are stained with a plum colored lipstick.

"You look good! Where are you going?" Stevie asks.

"There's this party in Manhattan. I know after the rough day you've had, you'd rather chill here or something. Then, I was gonna come ask you but, I heard you on the phone with your boo so I left it alone."

"Well, it's a good thing you're a detective, cause I honestly just wanna stay home. As a matter of fact, Rod is on his way over here, so you have fun."

She makes a goofy face.

"Oouu, let me find out you tryna get some dick!"

"He's not even my boyfriend," she scrunches her face up.

"Lie again."

A knock sounds at the door, stopping their conversation. She backs up towards it with a smirk on her lips.

Stevie gets up and follows her. She unlocks it, pulling it open to reveal someone who's not Rod.

She sighs and turns away, heading back to the couch.

"Hey, babe!" She looks back at me and waves. She returns the gesture, along with, be safe.

A few seconds later, another knock sounds at the door. She gets up and opens it again, sighing heavily because Tyler never locks the damn door behind herself.

She comes face to face with gorgeous himself.

His waves are hidden underneath a dark red, velvet durag this time. A black hoodie graces his upper half, while gray sweats grace his lower half.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hey,” he responds.

She steps to the side and lets him walk inside, not without planting a kiss on her cheek. She blushes and closes the door, locking it behind herself.

He takes a couple steps into the common area and turns around to look at her. "So, this is how you livin', huh?"

She giggles and grabs his hand, leading him into the living room. He sits down, immediately fixing his eyes on the tv.

She starts to sit on the cushion beside him, but instead gets pulled into his lap.

Her eyes grow wide for a second, as she shifts a little, then becomes perfectly still.

He places his chin on her shoulder and wraps an arm around her waist. She relaxes a little bit and stares at the screen.

"So, you missed me, huh?" His breath tickles her neck.

"I actually did, yeah. It seems like you missed me a little more than you're letting out, though."

His deep chuckle vibrates through her.

"Well for one, I wasn't expecting you to feel the same I did, so I tried to play it off. But, you're right, I missed you." He places a wet kiss on her neck, causing the inside of her thighs to tingle.

"I can see that," she says, as his arm tightens around her waist.

His free hand plays with the end of her ponytail that's thrown over her shoulder, absentmindedly twirling random strands around his finger.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend, before?"

"Nah. I hadn't even been on a date, until you came along." He turns her sideways on his lap, staring down at her with wide eyes. She laughs.

"For real?"

"For real." She slides off his thighs and onto the other cushion, leaving her wine painted toes in his lap.

"That's crazy! Can I ask why?"

"I mean, boys were never an interest to me, in the first place. Like, of course everybody has their crushes and whatever else, but that's where it stopped for me. Tyler was always the one who got kissed after her classes, walked to her classes, taken out on dates and whatever else. While I was making sure I stayed on top of my studies, and kept my reputation as being the boring one." She laughs, shrugging.

"You're definitely not boring. But, I understand what you're saying. If it makes you feel any better, I've only had one girlfriend."

"That makes me feel a little better," she teases.

"Maybe I'll earn that title, one day." A smirk tugs at the corner of his plump lips.

"Maybe you will." His right hand rests comfortably on her ankle, while the other drapes the back of the chair. She pulls her hands inside her shirt and sinks down into the chair, getting even more comfortable.

They stayed that way until almost midnight.

A short marathon of one of her favorite shows, turned into a movie that neither one of them had seen nor wanted to see.

"I guess I should be headin' out. I gotta be up pretty early."

She pulls her legs off his lap and stands up, holding her hand out. He places his warm hand in hers and lifts up from his spot.

She cuts the tv off and leads them towards the door. He drags his feet behind her. She snickers and turns around, pressing her back to the wall beside the cold door frame.

"Do you have classes tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I have two. The first one is at twelve." He nods, rubbing a hand over his covered waves. She licks her lips.

"You wanna go to breakfast with me tomorrow morning? My treat."

"I'd love to." His dark orbs pierce through her, making her shrink underneath his gaze.

His feet take a couple strides towards hers, while his hand pulls her chin up to look at him. She sucks in a breath, out of habit.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asks, and she shakes her head.

"No, I've just never... felt this way before." He moves in closer to her lips, making it harder for her to breathe correctly.

Relax was the last thing she heard, before his lips were pressed against hers.

A sort of moaning sigh leaves her, making him press against her body. She wraps her arms around his neck, while his hands find her waist.

His teeth capture my bottom lip and tug on it, causing her mouth to open slightly and allowing his tongue to invade. 

Although this is new, it feels so natural.

She follows his rhythm, somewhat afraid that she'll mess up the mood if she goes astray. His fingers press into her sides, making her skin grow hot.

Pulling away from her swollen lips, his plump ones peck the corner of her mouth, all the way to a sweet spot on her neck. Her hands latch onto the back of his neck.

"Rod..." she whispers, her head falling back against the wall, feeling his teeth pinch her skin, then the soft butterfly kisses cover it up.

His tongue swipes over a specific spot, making her lower region throb. She softly pushes him away, trying to calm her hormones.

A smirk dances across his face, prolonging the throbbing. He pecks her lips again, before unlocking the door.

"I'll get outta here, before I start something you can't keep up with..." he sends a wink her way, "I'll see you tomorrow."

He leaves, closing the door behind himself.

She turns and locks the door, before heading back upstairs. She heads into the bathroom, turns the light on and a dark red bruise catches her eye.

"Woah.." she ran her fingers over it, still feeling his lips there.

Climbing into bed, she knew that tonight, her dreams were gonna be about nothing else but his lips on hers.

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All I want for Christmas - Kim Sunoo

Pairing: Enhypen Sunoo x fem!reader

Genre: fluffy fluffy, angst? You have to squint for suggestiveness

Warnings: Sunoo is in poor health, fainting

Word count: 2.4k

A/n: I don't have enough knowledge nor should I about Sunoo's health. This is in no way shape or form romanticizing his often poor health nor is it encouraging anyone to do so. This is solely for the ending. Please respect Sunoo's health and privacy as goes for Sunghoon and the other members. Thank you!💖

♡

Time. Time went on second by second and minute by minute. Those seconds and minutes created each detailed moment which turned into memories. Some short term and others long. But other memories recalled moments in your life that changed things for the better, more important than moments would be people. People you realized you couldn't move forward without. 

Your fondest memory you had pictured a warm day with a slight breeze. A bookstore to your left and an open street on the right. A bright smiley boy with his hand held in front of his mouth, eyes wide in excited over the outstretched book in front of him. He was the one who changed your life. In that first meet-cute, your heart leaped to your throat. It was not even a second thought to you when you gave him the book you had just bought once you found out he loved it. Not mentioning the part about you just buying it. 

Kim Sunoo. The one person you loved. 

"Baby," you heard his voice ring out in your shared house. He was home from work. He turned at the sound of your feet loudly padding against the floor from your room. 

"Hi!" you greeted him with the biggest smile, which he too had plastered on his face. His arms embraced your waist as he pulled you close, accepting the peck you placed on his lips. 

"Hi," he said with a lower tone, one that he rarely used. You raised an eyebrow at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, dangling from him.

"What's the special occasion?" you hummed, trying to internally calm your racing heart. This side of him always makes you feel a certain way. 

"I'm getting possessive..." he admitted. Now both your eyebrows were raised. This was definitely not him. His smile remained which meant his intentions were to hold back romantic heartthrob moments tonight. "I just want you all to myself tonight."

Now you understood. Tonight, you had to go to a family gathering. Though it being Christmas time, those gatherings were much bigger. You let him bury his face in the joint between your neck and shoulder, shivering at the small kisses he left. 

"I know, me too," you sighed out, hugging him closer. "But we finished all your family gatherings in the span of two weeks and now we have to attend mine."

He raised up and slightly rolled his eyes at the thought of not getting you to himself, but the idea of you showing him off made him excited. He kissed your lips before pulling away to take off his jacket. You eyed his shoulders and waist, swooning over how perfect he was. 

"Hey," Sunoo snapped your attention back to his eyes. "Eyes up here and wipe the drool from your mouth."

That earned him a smack to his arm.

The good news is your parents only held one event for everyone to open presents and share stories. The bad news was the nerves pricking at your stomach. You knew your parents and siblings loved Sunoo with their whole beings, but you weren't sure about your distant family since they've never met him before. And they were usually a bunch of them which meant a ton of chaos.

"Are you ready?" Sunoo asked after you had all the presents packed up. You nodded and took his hand in yours. 

You arrived eventually after a good drive. Sunoo told you about his day and shared a few upcoming plans he had with the members regarding work. He even shared how Niki 'accidentally' misplaced Jay's phone. That made you laugh. All his stories with Niki did. 

"Don't be nervous," you whispered right before he opened the door. The two of you walked hand in hand into the house, removing your shoes out of respect and moving further into the house. It was loud. Louder than you thought.

Cheers erupted from your mom when she saw you two. Hugs were shared and Sunoo got an extra kiss on the cheek. Your mom always knew how to make you feel better and feel appreciated. Same for your dad although it was a bit more laid back. Sunoo greeted everyone like he usually did; cheerful, kind, and polite. The only thing Sunoo had to worry about was not stepping on hyper little children running all over the house with shouts of giggles and laughter. All the other adults seemed to be happy to meet Sunoo and know him which was already more than you could ask for.

Later in the evening, your dad called Sunoo over to show him something. Sunoo had to finally release his hold on you which made him pout slightly. You gave him a sweet smile to ease the pout on his lips. He rose from the couch and bid you a goodbye with a kiss to the back of your joined hands. You watched the two of them leave which prompted you to help your mom in the kitchen with the rest of the dishes. 

Sunoo followed your dad into his office where he watched him pull out a medium sized tin box. He handed it to Sunoo who took it with a polite bow. Upon inspection Sunoo noticed it was a medical herb often sold in Korea. Certain types were more expensive than others and this one was on the higher end.

"I picked these up when I was traveling. Y/n said your health has been worse these days and I thought they might help," your dad began, referring to the red ginseng in Sunoo's hands. Sunoo's eyes went wide at the act of love he was receiving. Your family always took great care of him. Especially your parents.

He smiled and bowed a bit deeper this time. "Thank you."

"Let me know when you are close to running low and I'll pick up another box when I'm out," your dad smiled at him before giving him a slight pat on his shoulder. "We want you to be healthy Sunoo."

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Sunoo bowed again, repeatedly saying thank you. The two of them talked for a bit longer regarding Sunoo's career and what the year held for him which made Sunoo a bit more serious. He loved his job, but when talking to adults about it and not close friends, he liked to talk with a bit more maturity.

After a few more minutes of talking, your dad decided for the two of them to go back out and join the festivities. Sunoo set the box where he would remember to grab it later before you two left. Sunoo left after your dad and went to find you. You were in the kitchen with your mom and your little sister who was around the age of five. She bounded over to him and squeezed his legs tightly. 

"Sunoo!" her high voice carried all the way to his ears, making him give her his full attention. He raised his eyebrows and acknowledged her call with a hum. "You promised you'd play with me later!"

"You're right, I did," Sunoo confirmed remembering the brief little encounter the minute after he walked into the house. "What shall we play?"

She dragged him away from you talking so fast even you couldn't understand what she was saying. But Sunoo just nodded and fed into her excitement. Two children playing together. You thought fondly. You looked back over at your mom to see her already looking at you. A smile creeped up her face, which made you stop her train of thought.

"No," you said to her. "No babies right now. We haven't even been married that long!"

"A grandmother can dream."

When it came time to open presents, you went to save Sunoo from the dungeon of pink princess land. Just before you reached your little sister's room, she came dashing out running into you. You were about to say something when you saw the look on her face. She was scared.

"He fell over!" she cried out.

You pushed past her with worry lacing your heart. Inside her room, Sunoo was out cold on the floor next to her bed. Fear was now stabbing at you as you rushed to his side, turning him over onto his back and cradling his head. You tried to remain calm since this had happened once at work and once at home. His body just gave out sometimes and you just had to wait. Thankfully, your mom came to your aid after your little sister ran to her out of fear. 

"Do I need to call an ambulance?" 

"No, just give him a minute," you said softly. You brushed the hair out of his eyes and brushed his cheek with the back of your hand to feel if he was hot. He was slightly cold and a bit paler that normal. There appeared to be no injury on his face from the fall which was a slight relief for you. His pulse was lower which did concern you. "Will you go get my phone?"

Your mom left to grab it and not a few seconds later, Sunoo started to stir beneath you. His foxlike eyes began to flutter open, looking up at you as they blinked slowly. The feeling of his hand against yours made you laced your fingers in his, giving a comforting squeeze. Sunoo turned his head slightly to look at his surrounding, remembering what he was doing before he went out cold. 

"How long?" Sunoo's voice was quiet like it was in the mornings. "All I remember was feeling bad."

"Not more than five minutes," you reassured. It was much better than the last two incidents. "I need to get you home."

There was no objection on his end as he took your helping hand and sat up carefully. He appreciated the hand on his back and hold on his hand, it helped ground him as he came back to his senses. He could now hear properly and see better after a few minutes of sitting.

Your mom came back with your phone and a glass of water for Sunoo which he gladly took and began drinking. The color returned to his face as time ticked on while he seemed to be more alert and awake. When he gave you a small smile, you knew he was feeling better to stand up. With a little help from your mom Sunoo stood and nodded an okay for you to start walking. 

Eventually the three of you made it back to the car where the two of you got inside and headed home. 

Your house was dark when you walked inside with Sunoo at your hip. The only thing giving you some light to work with was the light coming from the Christmas tree in the corner of your living room. Sunoo stopped to take off his shoes and his coat, grateful for your help since he still wasn't feeling as good. 

He plopped down on the couch and shut his eyes, letting his body relax into the cushions with nothing left to worry about. A shiver rushed over his skin prompting him to take the blanket resting over the back of the couch and pull it onto himself. For about twenty minutes he lay snuggled on the couch. Only when he noticed you weren't next to him did he sit up and glance around. 

"Baby?" he called out. When you didn't respond, he got up, taking the blanket with him. The bedroom was his first place to look only to find it empty. Eyebrows furrowed, he continued to walk slowly around the house before ending up in the kitchen.

You were at the kitchen sink with your head down and your right hand fingers extending to both your temples to apply some much needed pressure. The soup on the stove was slowly continuing to heat up. You had changed into something more comfortable and had your hair up. 

Sunoo didn't call attention to himself and instead walked up behind you, giving your shoulders and arms a blanket hug as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You leaned back into him slightly and inhaled deeply to break your stressed form. Sunoo watched a tired smile appear on your lips. He felt bad for worrying you. 

"Hi," you greeted him. "How are you feeling?" 

"Better," Sunoo answered kissing the skin of your neck as a sweet gesture. You placed your hands on top of his and squeezed. "Can we go cuddle on the couch?" 

"I want you to eat to gain some of your strength back and then we can," you replied, turning around to look at him. He gazed into your eyes with a look you couldn't read. Then he leaned down and kissed your lips, softly...slowly, trying to feel you underneath him. Trying to show you and give to you all the love he felt. 

"I love you," he whispered. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his waist in a hug, returning the love. 

"I love you more."

Once Sunoo finished eating, which happen to give him more energy, the two of you walked into your living room. Sunoo sat down first and let you settle in between his legs and onto his chest. Lastly, he pulled a blanket over your body and his so you two could rest. 

"What do you want for Christmas?" you asked him after minutes ticked by. When he didn't respond, you peeked up at him to see if he'd fallen asleep. His eyes were looking down at you. "Sunoo?"

"You." 

"Me?" you smiled in disbelief. "You already have me."

"All I want for Christmas—"

"Do not finish that sentence!" you exclaimed, completely surprised at how cheesy he was being. Sunoo began to shake slightly as laughter rippled through his chest. His eyes turned into a smile and his cheeks had a slight pinkish tint to them. "You must be feeling good if you're gonna start thinking about being as cheesy as Sunghoon."

"I was going to say," Sunoo began with a flustered eye roll. "All I want for Christmas is us on the couch, next to the tree, holding each other."

He kissed your head when you laid back on his chest and closed your eyes contently. "Me too."

#kpop imagines #enhypen heeseung #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen jungwon #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen niki #enhypen drabbles #enhypen #kpop scenarios #enhypen scenarios #enhypen soft hours #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #kim sunoo #sunoo fluff #sunoo angst #sunoo hours #enhypen sunoo fluff #enhypen sunoo imagines #sunoo imagines #kim sunoo imagines #enhypen sunoo drabbles #enhypen blurbs #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop drabbles #kpop enhypen

[zhongrin]

Tbh would ask you all the questions but I'm gonna stick with those; AND ANY SHIP YA WOULD LIKE!! Maybe even all?<33

What reminds each of their partner?

How do they feel about PDA?

Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

[ Ask for OTPs and Self Ships ]

this is so so late but know that ilysm /p vivi 😭🫶🏻

☀️ 𝒛𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏 🌙

ᡣ𐭩 What reminds each of their partner?

zhongli -> meirin: our wedding band, jade hairpins, jasmines, the many jewelries of mine (old and new) he stashed in his little hoard meirin -> zhongli: our wedding band, osmanthus tea, cor lapis, the sun, the mountains, liyue in its entirety really

ᡣ𐭩 How do they feel about PDA?

zhongli: as long as it's not too much, he's fine with it. always has his hand on my back or will place chaste forehead/cheek pecks in public. meirin: a little shy with pda since he doesn't initiate much.

ᡣ𐭩 Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

zhongli: i would dress him in nothing /smacked that outfit he wore from the museum collab <3 meirin: traditional hanfu or cheongsam. pretty luxurious lingeries

ᡣ𐭩 Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

zhongli is definitely the serious one who has our full list and everything. for me, it depends on my mood and whether i'm hungry at that point in time. he'd catch me sneaking in some ice cream or chocolates sometimes "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

🌱 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎 📚

ᡣ𐭩 What reminds each of their partner?

al haitham -> meirin: the photo album at the back of his closet full of our childhood memories, the quill pen engraved with his name i gave him for his 18th birthday, our secret corner in the house of daena meirin -> al haitham: the smell of coffee, the sound of book pages turning, the plants on our bedside window

ᡣ𐭩 How do they feel about PDA?

al haitham: will not initiate, but also won't push me away when i cling to his arm or pull him into a kiss. meirin: out of habit, will always link arms or hold hands in public (young meirin gets lost easily, so she tends to stick to him).

ᡣ𐭩 Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

al haitham: a simple black dress shirt and dress pants... with the sleeves rolled up.... ough... hngg.... oh forgive me for drooling- /smacked meirin: he's surprisingly really considerate in that he would pick a comfy set of clothes for me to wear?? oversized hoodies and leggings, or a good activewear that also looks casual to wear everyday ᰔᩚ

ᡣ𐭩 Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

al haitham is a 'grab what's on the list, self-scan, and dip' kind of guy and while i can agree on the latter two, i may sometimes wander and sneak in some sweets... he'll sigh and flick my forehead later at home, but he'll scan the items into our reusable bag anyway lol

🐾 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒏 ❄️

ᡣ𐭩 What reminds each of their partner?

wriothesley -> meirin: the succulents i gave him on his desk, the little ring sticker on his gauntlet's ring finger, rinsley (scrapped gardemek dog i fixed up, reprogrammed, and gave him ᰔᩚ) meirin -> wriothesley: the wolf emblem pendant affixed to my belt hanging beside my vision, the rare snow days in fontaine, puppies/dogs walking around the city

ᡣ𐭩 How do they feel about PDA?

wriothesley: has 0 shame about it, would cling to me 24/7 if he could because he's touchstarved meirin: is shy about it but very happy since it makes me feel desired, so will 100% reciprocate. if my beloved wants it, who cares about what people think!!

ᡣ𐭩 Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

wriothesley: sleeveless black bodysuit + grey trousers..... drools meirin: a tailored white dress... that kinda looks like a wedding dress... wait why are we going to the churchー a very pretty gown, probably one that's trending these days in fontaine (he definitely asked clorinde and neuvillette for help lol)

ᡣ𐭩 Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?

wriothesley: person 1 who throws random things into the cart meirin: person 2 who throws random things into the cart conclusion: chaos

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: dresvi 💚 #rin selfships #zhongrin #meitham #wrin

[jamespotterthefirst]

Dirty Talk (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, beyond Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 600 Warning: Suggestive language Prompt: #98. “if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs” and #86. “don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

Premise: Their workout session takes a steamy turn.

A/N: Thank you anonymous, @drakewalkerfantasy​​  and @genevievemd​ for sending me these spice prompts! 

“You lose,” Lilac proclaims triumphantly, pinning him against the mat.

Ethan, breathless and exhausted, allows his head to hit the cushion. Her thighs squeeze him securely, making it impossible for him to free himself. Not that he'd want to. With Lilac on top of him, breathless, flushed from the exercise, and wearing a sports bra low enough to give him a splendid view… Well, he couldn't lament his defeat.

“It hardly feels like losing,” he tells her with the lopsided smirk she loves. “Anything that ends with you on top of me is a victory.”

“Are you flirting with me, Doctor Ramsey?”

“Definitely,” he returns without missing a beat. “Are you enjoying it, Doctor Allende?”

“I am. It feels like my prize.”

“This is your prize.”

With a confident air, he sits up far enough to kiss her. Lilac matches his passion ounce for ounce, her warm body settling further against his, her arms circling his neck. After a brief but fiery kiss, she smirks at him in a way that only makes him long for more.

“Did you know your Rhode Island accent comes out when you flirt?”

Ethan raises his eyebrows.

“That's impossible as I don't have one.”

Ethan steals another quick kiss.

“Unless you like it,” he adds.

His fiancée scrunches her nose with adorable exaggeration. “I'm not a fan. It's not very sexy.”

Steadily, he takes that as a challenge.

“What if I said filthy things in it?”

“Like what?”

“Like how goddamn sexy your ass looks in these tights.”

Ethan slaps her ass firmly, as though his point couldn't have been conveyed without the demonstration.

“Or how good you look on top of me.”

Lilac laughs—a breathless, sexy little song. Unabashedly, she glances down at the tops of breasts, rearranging the fabric to somehow make them look even better. Deeming it the only gentlemanly thing to do, he gives them his full attention.

“Enjoying the view, Ramsey?”

“Immensely.”

“Well, I'm still not convinced you can make that thing sound sexy.”

Ethan leans in to kiss  her neck, his lips kissing a trail up to her ear.

“If we weren’t in public right now I'd have my head between your legs.”

To his satisfaction, her legs quiver around his hips. Eyes dark and heavily lidded, she glances around the hospital gym, silently noting how alone they were.

“We're not exactly in—”

“With you on top.”

Ethan nibbles her earlobe.

“Riding my face.”

Lilac moans at that.

“You're such a tease, Ramsey.”

“I'm not teasing, ” he tells her quite seriously. Then, with a half smile, he leans back against the mat, piercing her with a challenging look. “Don't be shy now. Sit on my face.”

Lush, rosy lips part as she exhales, looking halfway convinced. Before Ethan could find out if she'd actually comply, a string of laughter echoes around the gym. Bryce Lahela saunters in, bare muscles glistening in the harsh lighting.

“Keep it PG, you two,” he admonishes, not looking the least bit surprised to find them like that. “Many people, myself included, workout on that mat.”

“Taking mirror selfies is not working out, Lahela,” Lilac returns, rolling her eyes.

Bryce laughs, putting his hands up in defeat. “I'm hitting the showers. Be good, kids.”

“I knew there was a reason I didn't like him,” Ethan declares after the surgeon is gone.

Lilac laughs, untangling herself from him.

“We'll just have to pick up where we left off after work.”

As they rise to their feet, Ethan smacks her as unabashedly, leaning in to murmur, “Looking forward to having you on top of me again, Allende.”

Note: This is 100000000% inspired by that Tik Tok I posted about RI accents, but more importantly, by Chris Evans talking in his Boston accent 

Lilac is a liar because that shit was hot

Thank you so much for reading! If you sent me a prompt, I am writing it I promise. I’m just slow and there some anxiety-inducing stuff I’m dealing with IRL. Thank you so much for being patient! 

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices

[trashbinbackyard]

in which my two faves interact

Navigating the streets of Nia Vasileos as a cat was easy. They were simply everywhere and generally nobody paid attention to them other than the occasional coo and scratch on the head. Walking the narrow alleyways and climbing the ladders to the rooftops were easy. Frankly the cat form offered a lot. Nia Vasileos was built on the bones of the old empire of Thani, not a place she was too familiar with even during the first age; she and Lucas preferred the wild lands of the south.

Maya was no stranger to the city, but every time she’s been here was undercover, either of darkness or an animal form. Lucien and Viessa had set up a base in the Pera district, a bunch of aristocrats and other rich people inhabited the area, and would not look kindly on her. On the hill at the very tip of the crescent that was the city, in their high homes they would look down upon the city, mere mud in their shoes.

It wasn’t so different from the grand cities of the first age. She never liked them, the great cities, too many people, too much noise. If she walked around without hiding herself, people would stare at her, the bright hair, out of place clothes and ears larger than those of an elf.

Her kind had gone all forgotten since the first age, and the feeling of loneliness during the second age was even more intense than it used to be. Sure she had Lucien and Viessa to turn to, but they had grown really close, and she felt like she was intruding more often than not. And then there was Dimos, who was more of a shadow than a man, and not great company. But she had a matter she needed Viessa’s aid on, so bothering her and Lucien it is.

She climbed a fire escape ladder to the very top of the house they lived in, dropping her cat form as she made it. Opening the latch on the skylight was much easier with opposable thumbs. It was very handy when she needed to get in unnoticed, in the middle of the night or when the Harrows were out doing their own thing. The house was theirs, but they had let her know she can come and go as she likes. Viessa had conjured up a whole room just for her so she could have her own spot and a place to keep most of her belongings when she doesn’t need them.

She opened the skylight just enough for her to slip through and drop herself on a stairway railing. Balancing on it she carefully let the skylight down so it wouldn’t break or make a noise. She stood on the railing and peeked down, still on the third floor, no new floors had appeared. She stayed still and listened for signs of anyone being home. No rustling of books or pens from Viessa’s library, no thumps or groans of Lucien working out. She did hear the pitter patter of the tressym that had invited itself to stay there.

With no one home, she hopped off the railing to the very first floor, gracefully breaking the fall with a roll. The metal clasps of her armor and the bag she carried with many trinkets inside jingled as she hit the marble floor. She took a step towards the hallway that led to her own room, where she could wait for either of the elves to come back. 

Seems like she wouldn’t need to wait long, as the hairs on her neck raised and she quickly took a step to the right.

A shimmering orange dagger made of pure energy flew past her ear as she narrowly dodged it. The blade was incorporeal in nature, and it disappeared from the air before hitting anything. A soulknife, not for cutting, but definitely for hurting.

“Sharp as always Maya”, she heard Lucien’s familiar voice behind her

“I wouldn’t have to be if you stopped chucking those things around”, she sneered, as she turned her head enough to meet his gaze. Still she couldn’t help but let the grin she was holding back appear on her face.

With a step backwards and fast high kick to the man’s chest, she made Lucien lose his balance, sending him stumbling down the hallway. It was all in good fun, they often smacked each other around. While Lucien was adept with most weapons he couldn’t keep up with Maya hand-to-hand.

“Oof, good one,” he breathed out as he reached out to the wall and steadied himself, “what brings you here this time?”

“Does it have to be something, as I remember it, you lot said I could come and go as I please. What if I’m just picking some stuff up and dropping some in return”, she shrugged her shoulders and resumed walking towards her room.

“Because you hate the city and wouldn’t venture here if you didn’t need something more specific.”

It was true. She would rather avoid the city if it was up to her. She’d be hibernating somewhere down south, away from the reach of mortals or immortals alike. But Lucas… or the being that once was Lucas needed her. Something about preventing some unfortunate soul from finding something of great value and great capacity for harm. She wasn’t sure where to look for it, so that’s where Viessa comes into the picture. She could get its location with even a vague description, or if she couldn’t, there was bound to be something in her library to point her to the right direction. It was their pact, they could call on her for aid and she could rely on them to help her out in turn.

“So what can we do?” Lucien continued as he followed her close behind, “Well what can I do, Viessa’s out for the whole day, she’ll be back gods know when”.

“Well, not much, I need Viessa. Unless you want to learn a completely new set of skills.” 

“You wound me.”

Maya pushed the door of her room open with her foot, hoisting her bag ready to dump all its contents to the floor. Her room looked like her, wild and messy. She had refused a bed in favor of a mattress on the floor where she could pile on pillows and blankets for a makeshift nest. Heavy earth toned curtains hung from the ceiling, giving the room some warmth and softness. The cabinet lining an entire wall was filled with little trinkets, bones, feathers, jewelry, anything she had found on her time away and found interesting enough to bring back here.

On the floor were rugs of woven fabrics and pelts, a couple stones and a spare set of armor she had left lying around. She turned her bag upside down and another batch of small curiosities dropped on the floor with a clatter. She gave the stuff a kick, enough to clear a path towards her bed. Being barefoot she would need to be careful stepping around, and she couldn’t be bothered to organize her haul just yet. But she did have something for Lucien. She picked up a small black bead from the pile.

“Last time I was here you said you had a necromancer getting a little too close to the truth of your nature, so I tracked them down and took care of it. They had a talisman they used to conjure undead to fight back, but I knew those things are better to destroy. But they also had this-” she presented the bead on the palm of her hand, “It somehow protected them, deflecting my blows until I managed to overpower them. Could be useful to you”.

“Well I won’t say no to that,” Luciens picked the bead from her hand and held it up to the window so the sun would shine through it. It was somewhat translucent, and inside was a cloud of dark smoke that swirled. Hollow obsidian, not rare by any means, and material very easily imbued with all sorts of magic. 

He continued: “Looks like a shadow pearl, I’ve heard of them. Can do much more than just protect when used to their full potential. This is a great find.”

“You can have it.”

He slipped the bead into his chest pocket and gave it a tap for good measure.

“I actually have something for you as well, came across it some weeks ago.”

“Oh?” She perked up, Lucien wasn’t often just handing things out without some ulterior motive.

He snapped his fingers and a dusty book appeared in his other hand. It wasn’t thick like most books she had seen lying around the place, the binding was loose and looked like it could unravel at any time. The pages were yellow and bent as the covers couldn’t press them neatly together. A layer of dirt on the front cover hid most of the text she recognised as Asayan, a language that hasn’t been spoken in many centuries.

She took the book from him and gave the cover a quick wipe to see the full title of the work. A brief history of the later Asayan kingdom. She carefully opened it, knowing full well these types of books were extremely fragile and they were more than likely to fall apart at the slightest mistouch.

She did a quick read of several pages and she flipped through it. Catching names and years and locations she recognized from her lived experience.

“This is about Ivor’s time.” She muttered quietly. Nayden’s son, considered to be the first king of the later half of Asaya’s existence. The book would make a mention of Nayden as well, and Ivor’s children, and their children, all whom she had met. Well, meet is a strong word for it, that would call for mutual recognition, she had seen them, was very familiar with them in fact. Aside from Ivor, none of them knew she even existed, never got to know she knew their ancestor. She was cast aside, from the people of her land and history itself.

“What is this supposed to mean? Remember the times you were nothing? Was part of nothing? When you were destined to be forever unknown to everyone around you?” She said in disbelief. The more she read, the more unwelcome feelings started to bubble in her chest. She was there for all of it, yet she was naught but a whisper in the wind.

She continued in a tone mocking him, as she grasped at the thought in her head: “Back when you were so special but no one could know of you. Back when you were just Lucas’ pup, abandoned by everyone else. Is that what you’re trying to tell me with this?”

He was perplexed by her sudden change in mood. He had thought the book would be something to reminisce over.

“You don’t like it?” He was genuinely trying to understand where she was coming from.

“I already know all this! I’ve lived it! I don’t need some text to remind me of all of it. I don’t want to know how insignificant I was, still am, to this world, where I’m supposed to be one of the most powerful beings out there that no one even knows of! What’s the point?!” her voice raised with every sentence.

She dropped the book on the floor and kicked it towards the door.

“I’ve already told you. We’re not meant to be remembered. Imagine the harm that could come our way if we were known. You’ve hunted down just as many bad and power hungry people who caught a whiff of some ancient power far beyond their understanding. We do it to protect them as well as ourselves.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t be remembered at all! They don’t need to know what we are to remember us!”

“Too many people are looking for threads to connect into wild theories already without us meddling in. It’s part of our duty to not let anyone know. What do you think would happen if people read about a pink haired girl of a race that no longer exists from different centuries? They would start connecting the dots really fast.”

It was his authoritative voice coming out. He’d had this conversation with everyone in their little group, Maya included. It was he who had come to the conclusion that in order to play their part, they needed to not make waves, not push anyone’s actions into a desirable direction. They could aid mortals in their quests, but never intervene should their choices backfire. It was like a game, they could cheer or comment from the sidelines, but the resolution is never theirs to choose. It was what Deanoh demanded of him. In order to play their parts, lest they become hunted for their power, is to stay hidden from the public, and that means no history would ever be written of them. They would be legends, folk stories, omens, but never anything concrete.

“I get my gesture is not what you wanted, but sometimes holding something physical from your life before can help you ground yourself,” he tried to explain.

“This is not what I came here for, an impromptu lecture on what we need to be or do. You and Viessa have each other, you do your thing as diligently as you want, coo about the things past as much as you want, because you got to experience it with someone you get to actually remember. I, on the other hand, will be somewhere far away, covered in a layer of dirt so I can forget this whole world exists, as the world forgets I exist, so I can be at peace for a little while before I’m called again to do some meaningless fetch job for an entity that is no longer the one I knew.”

“Maya, that’s not-”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” She stood up on her toes, trying to close the height gap that made her feel even smaller in the moment. 

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Shut up!” She snapped finally. Her eyes burning hot and piercing Lucien’s. 

She stepped away from him and collapsed on her bed. She brought her knees up to her chest, suddenly wanting to feel hidden.

She was not the type to put up a fight against her friends. For the longest time ever since she was a little girl from a nothing family, from a nothing island, she would just bow her head and do as she was told. She didn’t know any better back then, that she could make her own choices. She loved Nayden, and Sharni, Wane, Brianne, everyone, surely they wouldn’t lead her wrong. And they all left her when they had something better going on. It hurt of course, but she bore her sadness with a smile on her face. She met with them ever so often, but they had moved on from the life they shared with her.

Lucas was the only constant in her life since then. He was supposed to look after her. And in a way he did. It was the wrong way, but he tried. When he ended up bringing her back from the dead, she took to her new reality the only way she knew how to, graciously. But as the centuries went on and Lucas was called to other things, she came to realize that she shouldn’t have just accepted her new reality.

Lucien was older and smarter than her. He had fought the crippling loneliness and feelings of lacking purpose way before she was even born. He knew what he was talking about most of the time. So why did she feel like he was in the wrong now. He clearly appreciated thinking of the past, holding it close to his heart and making sure the people he knew won’t go forgotten like he did. He had made peace with it, and perhaps in a way it was comforting for him to think about all the things he’s lost.

She was lucky someone had gone through this before her. She would have no idea how to even begin to untangle the mess that is her thoughts. Lucien had gone through his own journey, on his own, and came to a conclusion that he was satisfied with, and he was just saying things that made sense to him. But she needed a different approach. She was sure he had gone over this with Viessa as well, but they were much closer, and he could guide her to something that made sense to her more easily.

For the first time they’ve known each other, Maya was sure Lucien was lost for words. The silence between them was heavy. As she sat, her eyes darted between Lucien and the book that now lay unceremoniously on the floor. It was uncomfortable. She wanted him gone for now, and he was thinking of a way to not leave this conversation on bad air.

He turned his back to her and took careful steps towards her cabinet where he picked up wolf tooth to fiddle with. He thought for a while how to verbally approach her. He kept his back turned to her to not come across as confrontational when he spoke up once more.

“I get that your circumstance is different from mine, and that you want a different meaning for it all, why you’re still here,” he started, inspecting the smooth surface of the large canine tooth, was it hers or Lucas’?

Maya huffed in response, acknowledging his point but offering no retort. 

“You were made immortal not because of desperation, nor for bargaining with a force far beyond your understanding. You were made immortal out of love. Lucas loved you so much he went against his own creed, the creed of the gods, just to share a few more moments with you.”

He was right, the thing that made Maya mad was how Lucien always noticed the details that matter. 

“And you want other people to know and remember you like Lucas does, to remember you as you were, the girl from the bay of Asaya, who traveled with their king, who brought great joy everywhere she went. But Lucas ruined it. By making you his, unintentionally or not, you’re bound to his will now, and his will is the same as the other gods’: never interfere, no one must know us.”

She stayed silent, her eyes never left her knees as the light from the window got blocked when Lucien kneeled down before her.

“And you’re supposed to be grateful, that someone so special cared for you that much, that you meant so much for him. It’s supposed to bring comfort right? But it doesn’t feel like it, does it?”

She shook her head, her eyes felt prickly from the tears threatening to gather. It had been a long, long time since she last fought with these thoughts. How she resented Lucas for what he did, despite also feeling blessed at times. It was tough, dealing with two contradicting feelings that both are ultimately true. She is supposed to feel blessed and grateful, Lucas did a great deed for her, but the same thing causes her so much pain. She had never felt more lonely.

She mustered up her strength and with a quivering voice she answered: “It doesn’t”

Lucien wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a hug. The gesture would’ve been unthinkable if it was during their own lifetimes, but circumstance had brought them together, and whether they like it or not, had intertwined their lives in a way only they understood.

She wrapped her own arms around and dug her nails into his back as she sobbed into his shoulder. The thick material of his coat absorbed her tears swiftly.

“Will it ever be okay?” She asked in a broken voice.

“I won’t lie, I have no idea”

#it's a biggin' #pushing nearly 8 pages #write first two pages and the last two and then went ???? in the middle hopefully it makes sense #in which they are both right and there are winners when your life is ruined by gods #maya to any older men that show even a hint compassion to her: i diagnose you with father figure #lucien to all the other dikaste: look guys. i cannot stress how much this fucking SUCKS #they have different ways of coping #some lore thing: the gods of the first age are different during the second age bc their essence got shredded into smaller deities #the nine god of the first age are now considered ur-gods #which are much less personified #armed asshats

[flaringfoxsoul03]

@pastelsnake420 asked me this:

My names snakey, ENFP Gemini and I identify as a somewhat female who uses she/they pronouns! I’d describe myself as someone who’s pretty chill and go with the flow combined with strong morals however I can be stubborn and direct when needed to be. I have been told that I appear confident however once you get to know me anxiety will roll out. My greatest compliment that I’ve ever received is that Im funny and I enjoy making others laugh and seeing them smile BUT I am sensitive and can be a bit moody here and there. Despite being a bit of a clown, I enjoy deep conservations that range from anything to everything. I study sociology and I adore discussing our world around us and the possibilities that we could all achieve! I’m a bit of an idealist who just wants everyone to be kind and happy. My hobbies include listening to music and playing the kalimba (somewhat alright), I enjoy video games and all things imaginative! I DESPISE maths with an absolute passion (I suffer from dyscalculia sadly) and I will talk badly about it at any moment I’m given. I would say that I’m very affectionate once I get to know someone and will be extremely loyal. My humour is a fine line between irony and sarcasm however I would say I’m good at picking up on social cues if someone isn’t in the mood to do so.

Overall I’m basically the cool mad aunt/mother of a friend group.

Thank you!!! Hope you’re doing well 💚

Oh sorry I forgot to say I’d like an obey me match up

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Awwww, thank you Snakey 💚, and I am having the hardest decision to make here. You are such a lovable person, who would want to resist you?~

Also, I’m so sorry this took so long to come out, I hope you’ll forgive me for taking a while.

Warning: Anxiety

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I match you with…

Satan!

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Definition of near perfection, Satan is your match. He’s just the right level of energy for you. Not what you were expecting? I figured, but let me break it down for you why I think he’s your special demon~

He studies you like another research paper he’s doing for class because you’re almost the definition of an oxymoron for him, confident and mature but when he takes a closer inspection, he sees all the anxiety you bottle up away from him and all of his brothers. He sees you switch from one mood to another as soon as his brothers get what they want out of you. It pisses him off how much you choose to act rather than ask for space when you really just need a breather from responsibilities. Sounds like someone else we all know too well~

He takes advantage of this desire of yours to do what each of the brothers wish and take you away to a cat cafe. A place to relax and not make it totally about him, legit strategic thinking! Give him a chance to pick your brain while he occupies it with cats, drinks, food, and books. If you pick up on what he’s doing, start talking about what makes you. He’s genuinely curious to know what kind of a person you are, much less about your race and how your peoples are different from each other

This is where he starts to fall HARD for you. You talking about your own personal studies, especially sociology, gives him such intellectual conversation with you he literally forgets where the time has gone. He loves that you’re really smart and on top of that, you can play an unique instrument! He’s only ever seen kalimbas in museums and the occasional concert, he does have connections if you ever want to improve your skills with other demonic professionals

Would love to hear you talk mad shit, even if it’s just math. He’s probably figured out you have a disability even before you remember to mention it to him. You’re literally way too nice to everyone but yourself, he loves this refresher that you can and will talk big smack. Even better, through all your complaints, helps you with anything math work that’s assigned in school. He may not know what it’s like to have a disability that’s recognized as such, but he wants to be there to support you while you’re the one supporting all of his brothers and an entire exchange program on top of that. Plus, he can be quite convincing to have you join in on his pranks on Lucifer with Belphie tagging along (more like make sure it’s not deadly, but same thing, right?)

Later down the line when you get to know the brothers better (think like when they all made a mess at the carnival restaurant because Beelzebub tried to eat the place out of business) Satan gets a taste of your wrath in your commanding presence. Sure, he’s not thrilled he was part of the problem and had to suffer the consequences of almost destroying a restaurant, but you finally took control like a master should. Lowkey, he thinks it’s super hot. You should try being in more control when his brothers try to drag you around to things. But does in fact apologize to you personally after the whole incident when he gets a moment with you alone, that was uncalled for. But does mention you should be happy you put them in their place, it was a dire situation

Satan also puts in his best effort to help you when things get to be too much to be that commandeering person you need to be sometimes. He finds this out as he’s making his apologies to you for the incident I previously mention as you finally break down openly in front of him for the first time. He blanks for a second as the water works force their way up to the surface, but the next thing you know, he’s leading you to your bed and trying to get you to let it all out. It must be tough, but Satan loves that you finally can rely on him as someone you can trust when you need the extra help. He likes being that rock for you to hold on to when you feel like you just can’t fight the current anymore. He wants to so desperately help you in anyway you can, but he slowly calms you down first and asks if you can explain how it all led up to the break down and see if he can help you more than he is now. Literally definition of the supporting role for characters in his many books

You have so. many. inside. jokes. It’s kinda insane how many of them you guys can make in a singular day. One time, Belphie suggested to the two of you to make as many inside jokes you could before the end of the day. You and Satan did so many, that Lucifer tried to punish you both, but literally couldn’t find a justification in how he could make a punishment without causing another stupid fight. You both also turned that into an inside joke. Belphie said he lost count around 69 or so, but I bet that made the inside joke count even higher~

Enjoys the affection you often give after you get to know each other better, because even as eloquent words escape his mouth, sometimes he prefers to be more direct in his approach to have you know just how much he loves you~. Even the platonic side of it is just so domestic that it sends Satan’s heart to do flips as he pretends that nothing is wrong while you’re so close to his heart~

Loves how your creativity comes out in the wackiest ways possible. Like that one time you threw glitter everywhere outside in the garden onto a glue covered canvas and somehow made a random galaxy out of it. Not sure how that happened until he got there during the halfway mark, but it simply makes him giggle to himself. He will absolutely ask to see how you would make cat art if you choose to do so, which that turned into a Project Kitty Keychain. That was basically learning how to make pins to hook to a keychain, but add your little spin to it. He treasures this in many spells made to protect the keychain from wear and tear, he did the same to your copy(cat) too

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The follow ups are:

Lucifer

And

Solomon

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That’s it folks! Until next time!

~ Fox

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me matchups #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #obey me requests

[jaydonsjam]

Hellstrom III

Marvel Spotlight #14-15

#14-15 Writer: Steve Gerber | #14-15 penciler: Jim Mooney | #14 inker: Sal Trapani #15 inker: Jim Mooney

These issues were a fun read. I like Hellstrom’s stories where he has to go do an exorcism and fight some demons. I like the structure but so far this is feels much more superheroey and less Constantine/Hellblazer. That’s something that I’ll just have to get over. I like the world building on exorcisms with Daimon making a sigh of Ankh on the floor to keep the ice demons in the building. It also seems like to beat Hellstrom you just have to get the trident out of his hands which is an easy weakness. We meet a new character Dr. Reynolds who I’m assuming will be a romantic interest for Daimon. There’s also a common theme of Hellstrom telling these morons to leave him be to do his thing and of course, since these people have the curiosity of a cat they break their “vow”. Hellstrom does smack Reynolds in the face (similar to Blaze pushing Rocky down in a Ghost Rider issue) which went too far. Of course Daimon is the Son of Satan and is an asshole so maybe some people will use that to explain why he did that but for me it went too far. Cause yes, Reynolds did break her vow by going to the university building but the janitor was the one who actually broke the Ankh symbol by dousing it with water. So Daimon should’ve smacked the janitor. Also there’s a really annoying line where after Reynolds gets smacked she’s shown crying and she says why does he frighten and fascinate me so? Like, it just came off stupid and just badly written. Yes, she endangered humanity but it was the janitor idiot who actually actively endangered humanity by getting rid of the protection! I really hated that moment.

Something I do love about Daimon is his chariot of fire. I gotta say I really enjoy the split personality fighting for control of Daimon. He’s light and dark so I do like that. He’s fighting his father constantly for heroic means (Daimon) but also selfish reasons (Son of Satan). I like the duality of man story being told through Daimon even though sometimes it’s just not interesting. Please give me Satana. She has yet to appear in this comic and it is very annoying for me.

Doctor Reynolds comes back in the next issue continuing this love interest storyline and I just rolled my eyes. We did get a good fight between Hellstrom and Baphomet (Satan’s physical goat form). Reynolds and her colleague ask Daimon to do a lecture at their university. One thing I think could be a good idea but I’m not a fan of, is the idea that Satan decided to merge Daimon’s two forms into one in this issue. Like, they do away with the status quo after 4 issues and I just found that baffling. Especially since the whole duality was one of the most interesting parts of this character. So I hope they do away with that next issue. I really liked the idea that if Hellstrom is the Son of Satan, he can’t fight against the cult’s chanting for Satan to come to them. I definitely prefer Gerber’s Man-Thing work to this stuff.

I gotta say that Jim Mooney’s art was great throughout and he did various cool splash pages and I love when he drew a trident to hold panels within it (see above).

He also did some references to famous paintings. So yeah overall, I did enjoy these issues but this book is definitely on the lower end of my rankings. I’m interested to see what comes next! Next post will be about Werewolf By Night! Thanks for reading and I’m sorry if I’m complaining a lot, I just write what I honestly think.

#marvel #marvel comics #marvel spotlight #son of satan #daimon hellstrom #Hellstrom #horror comics #70’s comics #70s comics

[imhereforbrownies]

congratulations on 250, you truly deserve it and I hope you continue to have more growth!!

pronouns: she/her

personality: i've been told i am always quick to help others in any circumstance! i tend to put others before myself often because i think of their emotions before my own. when it comes to friends i typically am the one to joking around often and poke fun in a loving way. i enjoy cooking and sharing what i've made so most of the time i'm with loved ones i'm usually cooking something for them. i am very much an acts of service type of person.

hobbies: cooking, i enjoy reading and writing and occasionally gaming

favorite things: movie/show genre is usually anime because i can't think of a favorite,, book would probably be percy jackson series! food is anything spicy really and song would probably be deja vu by ateez (at the moment)

animals: i have three cats!

dreams/aspirations: for the most part i just want to continue being someone the people around me can rely on and keep being a positive presence in their lives

zodiac/mbti: gemini/infp-enfp (they were literally 50/50,,)

aesthetic: light academia/honey

group: skz pls <33

and as for ideas i don't really have any just whatever feels right to you!!

Hi there! Thank you so much for your sweet words, it means the world to me 💗

Also we have so much in common omgggg! Like I get so excited when I see how many people with similar interests follow me, it makes my heart burst 🥹

Now to your ship...

-

I'm not sure why but ever since I started reading the information you've sent me about yourself I thought that you'd be a really good match with Jisung.

My reasoning behind it:

- I feel like your personalities would go along really well - I mean you're kind, funny, and caring and he really needs someone like that in his life

- you would be the positive source of warmth and light he desperately craves when his anxieties become a bit too much

- I think he would really appreciate your love language too, like your acts of service would mean so much to him

- definitely would adore your cats, I feel like he's a huge animal lover (and he's besties with Minho so for sure)

- he loves food and you love to cook which is an amazing combo lol

- you both love anime so that's another thing you could bond over + you said you occasionally game and Jisung loves that too

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"Not fair!" You exclaim, putting your controller away in defeat, while Jisung throws his hands above his head in celebration.

"You have to cheat, this is not possible," you continue, pouting at him as he finally turns around to look at you, his adorable face peeking at you from his hoodie, his messy hair covered by the hood, making him way too cute for your heart's good.

"I just play more often than you do, Y/N. I've become a master at Mario Kart in your absence," he states proudly, making you chuckle softly.

"That's how bored you were without me around?" You tease, trying to stop yourself from grinning but it's a losing game once Jisung laughs.

"I'm always bored without you around, you know that," he says, leaning back on the couch to rest his head on your lap, your heart skipping a beat in your chest.

"Is that so?" You murmur, looking down at him, your eyes meeting his and he smiles.

"I wouldn't lie to you," he states and you narrow your eyes.

"You are lying just now," you say and he chuckles.

"How am I lying?" He raises his eyebrows at you and you chuckle.

"I remember way too well when you told me you have no idea where did my last pop tart go," you remind him and he lets out a huff.

"I hoped you forgot about that," he murmurs and you scoff, smacking his shoulder lightly.

"I will never be able to forget such a betrayal," you state, making him roll his eyes.

"You're way too dramatic. Aren't you Hyunjin's friend?" He teases.

"Should I be? Maybe Hyunjin would like to lay in my lap instead," you state, pretending you're about to get up just for Jisung to grab on your sides, holding you in place, his touch making you freeze, your eyes meeting his.

"That's so mean, jagiya," he pouts at you and you can't help but chuckle, even though the pet name makes your cheeks warm up.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But you started this," you murmur, pouting back at him, making him laugh.

"My apologies. How can I fix that?" He asks, looking up at you curiously as if he really cared.

"No more Mario Kart tonight. What about that Gibli movie you told me about that I haven't seen yet?" You offer and Jisung's whole face instantly lights up as he raises from your lap, making you miss the weight and warmth of his body immediately.

"Your wish is my command!" He exclaims, a grin on his face as he salutes to you before he gets up to turn off the Nintendo, making you laugh at his sudden burst of energy.

"Didn't know that would make you so happy," you say softly and he turns to you with a grin.

"You always make me happy," he states, smiling at you before he turns his back to you again, leaving you staring at him with burning cheeks and a racing heart.

You're not sure how much longer you'll be able to hide your crush on your best friend. But you know you have to endure it for as long as possible because what you and Jisung have is way too precious to lose because of your feelings.

And so when he faces you again, you give him a smile, one that he mirrors, making your chest fill with warmth. 

Home. That's how he makes you feel. 

And you won't give that up. Ever.

#skz #stray kids #skz fanfic #stray kids fluff #fluff #250 followers celebration #shipping hours #han jisung x reader #han jisung #skz han

[little-corritrice]

James Phelps - Fan Signs

Getting situated in the chair, I was getting ready for another Harry Potter Fan Sign with Oliver and James Phelps, who played the Weasley twins. I smiled at the kind lady who helped me get situated. "Set." The camera guy called, sending us a thumbs up. "Hello everyone. Thank you all for coming, and soon everyone will be able to come up and get pictures with our guests, but first let's start with some questions." The guy scanned the room, then chose someone. "First I just want to say I love you guys. But my question is for y/n." She said, making me smile. "How does it feel to be the girl who gets to be partners in crime with the Phelps twins?" She asked, making me giggle. "Well, it definitely is something. They like to pull a bunch of pranks and whatnot, almost like their characters." I smiled, shooting a playful glare at the boys who just grinned like they're innocent. "But it is such an honor to be able to even be called their friend." I said, smiling at the young girl.

After doing a couple more questions, fans were allowed to come get autographs and pictures. I was in the middle of the boys, Oliver on my right, James on the left. The line would start with Oliver, then go to us. I smiled at all the fans, and gave them autographs and pictures. One girl came up to Oliver, then totally skipped me. I just shrugged at James, seeing his confusion. More and more people got autographs and pictures. One in particular stood out. This girl came over with two books, Oliver signing both. She moved over to me, but didn't say anything. "Hello." I smiled, holding my hand out for a book. She handed me one, but with a disgusted expression. "You don't deserve to be in Harry Potter, nor to be dating James Phelps." She said, snatching the book when I was done, and going to James. I cleared my throat, her words actually hurting me.

It seemed as though James heard her, and called the attendant over. He closed the line, and we finished the five people who were past the line. "We will be right back, folks." He told everyone and I quickly got up. I excused myself from everyone and went to my room. I sat down on the chair, back faced to the door. I shook my head, staring at the engagement ring on my finger. "You know, she doesn't deserve your attention on her words." James said slowly, standing behind me. "It's just everyone says it, and it gets to me." I said, holding his hand that was on my shoulder. James walked in front of me, holding my face. "I will say this everyday if I have to. I choose you and you only. I wouldn't want anyone else to have that ring on their finger." He assured, and I smiled. He pulled me into a passionate kiss, and held me till we parted.

I giggled as we pulled away, resting my head on his shoulder. "I love you, okay? Forget whatever some wannabe girl says. She only is jealous because I love you and only you." He said, and I smiled. "Let's go finish this so we can go home." I said, pecking his lips. "That's a good idea. Because I have some things to teach you." He said, pushing me out of the room. I smirked at him before rolling my eyes. "Don't get any ideas, buster." I said, but he only smirked. "I got a few." He said, but I smacked his chest playfully. We walked back to our table, seeing Oliver talking to the attendant. Oliver smiled at me softly, patting my chair. "So, what were you guys doing?" He smirked, but I smacked his chest. "Ollie!" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. "I'm only joking." He said, almost in a sarcastic tone.

[hystarria]

“Brooklyn Baby”

“yeah my boyfriends pretty cool”

“but he’s not as cool as me”

lowercase intended, 2ed person POV (You, Yours,) ((may change as i get more comfortable with the book)), crossposted on wattpad under h1starria, female reader

Chapter 2 - “ew.”

((pov change lols))

you lay in your bedroom after the whole fiasco with Ruby, and think:

’im really irresponsable.’

Ruby cooks and cleans for you guys, and you just take it without a second thought. ‘I need to change my life’ so you get up, then lay back down, because, that’s a tomorrow Y/N problem.

now it’s a today Y/N problem! as you rush to get ready you really wish you hadn’t put it off, but, it was late and.. no! you need to stop making excuses, take accountability! you pick up your phone and run through the streets running smack into someone,

“ow fuck!” they exclaim, as you turn around apologetically

“i’m sooo sorry.”

the person looks up at you, ’ew.’ is your first thought. who has mutton chops, what year is it, 1854?

“hey, not a problem” he avoids your gaze, more concerned about himself

“where are you off to that you almost fuckin’ killed me?”

“you just strike up conversations with random people here? not what i was taught, but okay.”

“i do when i don’t wanna take them to court..” “and win.”

he laughs at his own joke, ’what a jerk’ you think rolling your eyes

“to find a job.”

“n you think just running through the streets like a corny coming of age movie praying someone has a position is gonna work?”

“i mean, yeah?” he bursts out laughing at how dumb that sounds.

“look Toots, as luck would have it you ran into the right man, i know places everywhere.” you glare at him signaling for him to go on,

“impatient much?”

“a little when i’m talking to a stranger.”

“fair.” you take a closer look at him, that icky feeling still in your mind about him, he didn’t seem awful, but he sure acted like it.

“there’s this corner store i go to all the time, recently their cashier got busted for some kinda underground thing, and they need a new one. the manager is this 16 year old girl who definitely shouldn’t be one, but she’s chill.”

“mhm..?”

“i’ll take you if you want? pretty sure they’ve been lookin’ for a while, so desperate they’d hire anyone at this point.” you were hesitant to say the least, but definitely more desperate.

“i-guess?” he smiles, ’ew’ you think once more, but the feeling wasn’t very negative. you weren’t sure what it was.

((A/N HIIIII IM BACK, 3 things, when i crosspost, links n stuff will be at the top, i have lots of ideas that will be oneshots soon, and this book will be delayed i’m so so sorry)) (((can u tell tumblr deleted my draft a bunch?)))

[wcmcink]

notes in three parts

notes i took on my phone in 3 parts

1.

& the mountains underneath the cover of a sunset... i'm looking out the window/ like a doorway into a photograph & organizing the pennies on my desk into petrine crosses         & it's hard to tell the nighttime from a close friend it's just an outfit, you can take it off a way of being in the world not so much but when that outfit reflects a way of being in the world/ watch out! i wonder if the same holds true for systems & design... you can take it off it doesn't reflect the soul of the matter everything has a use & a purpose & i sit  just like this to conduct my investigation: i've been going this way & there's nothing i can do but rest easy with the decisions i've made yeah, we'll all be gone before we know it." in the blow up doll world full of blow up things it's good that someone's filling up the silence with pointless conversation all the way down to the slumlords on hoover advertising student housing "you came in at fig," yeah i get it, everything means something there's a bit of a schoolboy confusion over what to say & i wish someone would come by smoking a cigarette & then i could bum one & everything would be alright... get on board with the made up universe dick tracy can have anything he wants you understand? to bad he wants to fight crime in palookaville... i don't know what's happening to me i can't force myself to cry  'cus i'm not sad but it scares me meanwhile i aspire to a challenging definition of spam...          "what is this?" (husband over the shoulder of his wife) "not quite sure, i think i'll throw it away." (using his index finger to follow through) "makes sense, i'm really not quite sure what i'm reading either."  they are rough poems in the outline of your face

2.

all relationships between people are arrangements of some sort this doesn't mean they are void  of genuine emotion in fact, it would be a better arrangement if they had genuine emotion... now to clean it up some impatient for a microwave the malicious intention of stray comments void of emotion while i'm holding your hand she's gonna find a shotgun buried in the cabinet, "well, that's a window into a dark room..." i'm kind of into the fantasy of it all the late nights the neon signs in front of midnight restaurants  a real greasy spoon, a cigarette, & a cup of coffee  the many vagaries of the institution are hard to navigate he's singing, "i was born in a storm..." just like i'm somewhat aware of this not being what you wanted to hear  i'm not really into the big things here although i know it's something to talk about when we are having dinner/ all about this pocket book of loose verses... right now: i'm writing a sentence with my right hand & performing it with my left that scratchy sound & screeching voice "playing that rock & roll music" beneath the letter of the moon

3.

dry cleaning & shopping carts & supermarket parking lots & smile 'cus you don't know what it means... i wake up sing my songs scratch the dirt & resin off my face & write these swollen verses & for some reason that requires an audience... at the corner of good shit & right on there's a decent compromise to be made like a dead skin that fits over a dead animal leaving it with a toothy grin thoughts come in waves, no...dualistic impulses that cut  both ways "sometimes, i feel like smacking your head like a swizzle stick."      it's ten in the morning & already the day is getting away from me little by little comes the fall not in whole but in part given to the vicissitudes of a twisted heart...   morning & its tergiversations  i don't know if that word is really necessary not just because i don't know what it means: "to change ones loyalties, become apostate" or it's difficult to use in a sentence it's just extra, you know tergiversations  perfect for a friday morning noise carries through my hearing aids & the din of a half empty room hits me like a brick i'm sitting in a meeting house: "thinking i understand things well enough to figure them out." that's what the guy says, it's smart, you know, i wonder if he practiced beforehand... this is the philosophy of a fractured state when we're out of clever replies & our little defenses we all feel similar & certain situations strike us the same although the response is different every comment, every gesture has an orientation & point of view & this precludes action of any kind thinking of each thing & what it means & where it's going & what will come of it... "what will you do?" "i dunno, smoke a couple cigarettes, think about the conversation we just had... how we create in the clearing of what we are patently not able to do... leaving gently what is left what we are able to do & who we are" "blood & sand" is a cocktail, "blood & soil" is the nazi era program to return german citizens to farmland... & other things i must remember but i have no time for dewy-eyed maidens in the backroom, "it's always like this, he'll probably write that down to, he has no idea what should remain a thought & what should be put down on paper... holy shit, that's a great poem." still we hold fast to our beliefs even if it means wearing a pirates hat in the middle of los angeles it's satan re-imagined as another life form maybe an uprooted yellow flower in a science fiction movie... bending towards the sun on a rainy day..."i'm so happy when i'm on my own" the flower says, (could it be described as bright, shaking its petals in consternation yearning for the sun?) surely, something i can ask my phone later, like what's "i love you" in french. or did the giants win? or find my italy trip last month & set a meeting for nine... tell him i'm on my way.