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ayahhyaa · 2 years
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I saw kuya :(
I washed my garments today! Yay! Progress! I cooked breakfast yesterday too! Progress! I'm so happy for myself :DDDD. Little by little I see my progress, my growth. I read some articles too about traumas and healing and being aware on toxic behaviors and what to do with them. Healing journey is not that sucks. Little by little I'm discovering some details about me, and what needs to be improve. I'm happy. (Tho there's still some days I cry (idk tf why)) but all in all, I'm happy. Tomorrow we will go to temple :D
I saw kuya today having seizure. It's scary and I don't want to see him again like that. I'm scared for his health. I'm scared for his future. I don't wang him die early :( I really wish for him to have good health, he's too kind and faithful, he doesn't deserve sickness.
Anyway, to sum it all up, I'm really happy for my progress, and for finally quitting the job I hate. Shouldv'e done that 2 years ago and just gone to my mission. I Shouldn't have compromised with Josh. I shouldn't have changed my plans. I'm so stupid.
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ghoulteeth · 3 years
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rqs902 · 5 years
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qcyn ep 11 -- can you believe the finale is tomorrow?!?
this whole texting section was so funnyyyy and i will honorably mention yet again that yao chi texting mc jin in english is so sweet
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li ronghao torturing xu longhan iS HIALRIOSUS 
 but i also pity the poor child LOOL
wait can we talk about chen tao’s spelling timao LOL
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and chen sijian’s face LOLLL
omg yao mingming’s message is so aww... he mentions liking yixing since he debuted in 2012.......
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omgggg fjj and wang yi theyre all so cute and screamy and i loveee 
WAIT CAN WE TALK ABOUT LIN MO AND WANG YI’S HAPPY DANCE
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oh gosh the8 is really showing us how hard seventeen works to get their choreo super in sync wow they really must work so hard.... wow minghao giving up the center position bc he knows how important this is to these kids... he deserves more recognition as a great mentor wow
oh my goodness.......... li zhenning’s voice shaking as he says to shi mingze “if you can get into top 20, then you’ll have hope” is.... the most heartbreaking......... knowing that shi mingze doesnt.......... they literally were smiling as they went off into this corner to talk and are crying by the time they come out..... can you just imagine how much sadness and stress is constantly looming over these kids’ heads and tearing down at their mental health?? its all hidden and suppressed, but with really fragile borders, so as soon as you pick at the walls, their raw emotions come bursting through... 
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this just reminds me that even tho shi mingze is their cool, handsome leader, hes still the youngest in bg project............
can we please talk about how considerate of a friend li zhenning is and has been?? 
and this all took place before zhenning ever ranked into top 9.... so to them, this opportunity wouldve been really important for zhenning too, bc maybe he wouldve really needed it to get into top 9. but at least we know now.... he has enough popularity that they made the correct choice and hopefully more people will notice shi mingze as a result
ZHAN YU’S ARMSSSSSSSSS bo yuan’s hair!! i really like it!!!! wen yechen in pink!!!!!! his voice is so addicting i just wanna hear more of it... it dont matter that zhenning isnt center, he still shines :)) wait wu zelin’s voice i really liked it in retreat and we get even more vocal-like wu zelin here! thats a realy nice purple on qunfeng, hes really rocking this look SHI MINGZE I SAW THAT WINK frick minghao’s dancing is just so satisfying to watch wowow
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man he looks so good
wow i live for random zhan yu reactions (imma just collect them here LOL)
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after journey and mc jin’s friendship is so cute hahahaha
ok i see why elle thinks chen tao is a visual
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wang zhe and wu chengze have both really improved in their stage presence throughout the course of this show aw deng chaoyuan looks the happiest we’ve ever seen him on stage haha zhou shiyuan’s voice is really so cool 
i guess we’ll never find out why gu landi is in mc jin’s group..... is it bc yao chi is here? im sorry i love this song and i love a lot of the kids in this group but can you just imagine how much better this stage would’ve been if it were with more kids who had experience rapping....? last year’s “zero” stage just made such a bigger impression on me...... this is actually really such a contrast im---
ALKSJDLAKSJDLK CHEN SIJIAN’S RAPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE JUST DID THATT!!!!!!!!!! DID YOU SEE THAT!??!?!1//!ASDLKJALSKJJ OMGGOHS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!! CHEN SIJIAN JUST BLEW EVERYOEN OUT OF THE WATER YOU BEST BET HE DID WOWOW HE JSUT I CANT BELEIEVE HE JSUT INCLUDED AT LEAST 4 NAMES WOW 
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IM WEN YECHEN
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chen sijian is really the best at writing raps about his bros wow and like also he has the most creative lyrics i really appreciate wow such talent hes amazing!!!
a lost baby..
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UNDERAPPRECIATED GU LANDI VISUALS
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the face of a legend 
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ever since i saw the “time” ballad version, ive had a sneaking suspicion that lin yuzhi is secretly one of the strongest vocalists on this show..... this is the face of talent
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idk whose outfit is distracting me more, xu bingchao or xixi’s LOL shao haofan looks so nice here wow and ding feijun is so adorable even tho this is a more mature concept but i still cant see him as anything but a cute child
maybe its the way they cut up the lines but idk this song didnt really show off their vocal abilities that well..... sorry xixi :( i think xixi’s voice deserved better time to shine on this show...... his and feng junjie’s voices are actually both so nice i was so impressed when i saw them singing in the oaca clips
this koala ad makes me very uncomfortable......
wenhan reaches into the box and pulls out..... costco brand blueberries??!?!?/1 hHhahahhahHAHAHHA 
lol yao chi being so sentimental... oh look at this photo of me with bubbles on my face (me: oh no here it come--) OH YEA ALSO CHECK OUT THIS FACE WASH!
wow kou cong!! a face i havent seen in a while aw! i cant believe they filmed all the yaa eps while they all still had colorful hair lol i guess ill never get to see lin mo on yaa /sigh/ or actually any of the tyger members cept jia yi.........
HAHAHAHAHHA YESSSSSSSSS THEY INCLUDED A CLIP OF CHEN SIJIAN’S PHONE CALL !!!! HIS WAS HILARIOUSS!!!! HAHAHAHA I LOVED HOW SIMILAR HIS FAN SEEMED TO BE TO HIM HAHAH 
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AAHH AS SOON AS IT GETS TO LIN MO’S ITS THE SAD MUSIC TIME
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his was the most heartwarming call.... no bias LOL
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feng junjie singing “the great artist” just---
this boy will never stop with the meme faces hHAHAHA
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im surprised this section was so short lol i was expecting them to spend more time on this group...
SUN ZELIN SUN ZELIN SUN ZELIN YEA
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jolin’s eyes are so wow 
feng junjie with the voice!!!!!!1 
JOLIN THE QUEEN
still kinda wish jia yi had more opportunity to sing on this show......... hes like second main vocalist to zhan yu in tyger but i feel like he hasnt gotten to show his voice much :( he did really well tho!!! he really has impressive stage presence
omg lin mo’s super shy “1 day” ahhhhh 
omg wang jiayi looks like hes about to cry... the poor child....
yixing reaching out to apologize to them.... hes really so caring towards them...... wang jiayi just needs more confidence!! i believe in him too
where did lin mo get this white cap from? lol he chose the pink one..... on a related note, im so happy lin mo got to be in yixing’s group, bc from the beginning with namanana hes really really tried so hard to earn yixing’s recognition, im sure it means a lot to him to be able to learn from him like this and share a stage with him 
yao mingming too, i feel like he really values yixing’s recognition as well
i think all the kids in this group had to have known that picking yixing’s group would be the most tiring and require the most effort, but i think choosing this group regardless just really shows they came here to learn 
A HAPPY BABYYY
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omg like yixing is really /teaching/ them and i appreciate that
lin mo and xu fangzhou’s voices!!!!!!
OOF IM SO READY FOR THIS OUTFIT 
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ASLDKALSDKJLAK HE WINKED!!!!!!!!!!!
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what is this awkward closeup
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why does fangzhou have wings lol
i feel like theres a lot of random awkward closeups of lin mo.... should i be happy about this??? LOL i dont think theyre all very flattering but at the same time at least hes got closeups....???? ? ??  
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OOF HES GETTING MORE LINES THAN I EXPECTED TOO
you know how ive talked about how i love how much detail lin mo puts into his dancing, including even his slight head tilts? LOOK ANOTHER HEAD TILT 
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HAHAHAHHAHA GUAN YUE’S EYES GOT SO BIG HAHAHHAHA OMGGG
ooof lin mo getting to sing the chorus with yixing im !!!!!! im sure hes so grateful for this opportunity wow also i think i mentioned this with namanana but i really think lin mo suits yixing’s dance style, like its a style that hes pulls off really well, so i think he got to shine a bit in this performance :’)
ok i havent said this yet but what is with that thick black fade at the top of the screen its so annoying??? like why you gotta cover the top of their heads??? 
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wow we’re really getting a lot of random lin mo shots hahahha is this iqiyi repenting their wrongs from ‘spirit of the knight’ i almost am surprised how yao mingming isnt getting the most screentime but then i remember iqiyi has never favored yao mingming........ /sigh
AYYY WENXUAN AND LIN MO THE BUDDIES
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just look at how perfectly tilted / well-positioned lin mo’s head is wow and that gaze wow i just love his stage presence
yea im gonna have to rewatch this perf to gif the lin mo moments.... maybe after the finale tomorrow when ill be like oop lin mo didnt make it in oh well let me just wallow in his talent that the audience slept on by drowning myself in lin mo content (its not like i do that every day already)
LOL THAT CAMERA SPIN WAS SUCH A FAIL YOU CANT SEE ANYONE CEPT WENXUAN ADJUSTING HIS MIC HAHAHHAHA ok on a side note tho im glad wenxuan got to be in this group too!! yuehua’s dancer getting to show us his dancing again :’) and we all know he was discouraged being reshuffled into “maze” and i just wanna say wenxuan deserves more credit for being able to really go out of his comfort zone and pull off the cute concept in “maze” well even tho he didnt want to accept it at first! 
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HES PERFECT 
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hey yall is it just me or did you see lin mo’s eyes in that really fast flashy bit at the end of the preview for the finale? HAHHAHAHA i couldnt even screenshot it bc it was so fast, but i swear i saw his eyes so i think he was in it LOOOL
JSUT KIDDING I WENT BACK AND TRIED AGAIN AND I GOT IT
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I KNEW I SAW HIS EYES HAHAHAHHAHA
oo i havent mentioned this before but i really like the sound of chen sijians voice, even when speaking... 
OMG GU LANDI
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OMGGGG MY CHILD YE ZIMING IN FREAKING TARZAN NEXT DOOR??!???
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THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!!!!! THANKS FOR REMINDING US HOW IQIYI TOTALLY SLIGHTED THIS BOY OUT OF GETTING INTO TOP 35
aw honestly i wonder if lian huaiwei will really not make it tomorrow.....  
omg sun zelin in the ending credits!!!!
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OMG ZHAN YU TOOOOOOO
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OOF LOOK AT ZHAN YU’S JAWLINE (ooops sorry yechen ahhahhhaa)
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they must really like this part of the choreo?? 
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BUT I LOVE THIS LOOK ON YECHEN YESSS
lol is this lin mo’s back
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tbh im surprised they didnt include lin mo in the ending credits but i think they were trying to make up for the loss of yao mingming time earlier LOOL 
ok well i have about 10 hrs until i gotta wake up to watch the finale so.... now to go watch fjj and hcx’s goodnight dachang HAHAH
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hangjie · 6 years
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hot damn, babygirl. [ richie tozier ]
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summary: reader is beverly’s best friend and when they meet the losers at the convinence store, richie swoons at the reader.
warnings: watch yo profanity, female nature, creepy mr. keene, and dirty pick up lines
word count: 1815
author’s note: i changed some things and i loveeee writing about finn’s characters and i love finn so much. idk but this imagine sucks HAHAHAHAH sorryyy huhu. requests are open!!
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people say that being a loner, being bullied, and having only one friend is lonely and miserable, but i got used to it because it’s basically my life.
i only have one friend and she’s beverly marsh. being friends with her is great and she’s a really good friend, despite being another target for gretta to humiliate. i don’t mind it actually because i got my best friend at my side and that’s all that matters.
but there was a much more bigger problem than gretta bullying the shit out of me.
i got my period and i’m out of pads.
i groaned out loud and clutched my stomach in pain. i hear a knock on the bathroom door and beverly’s worried voice asking, “(y/n)? are you okay?”.
beverly has been staying at my home for the past days since my parents are out of town working (again) and since her dad … that’s a long story.
“i’m fine, bev. it’s just that the fucking devil bashed me with a fucking bat and i’m bleeding everywhere and i’m damn out of pads.” i hear her chuckle from the other side of the door. “well, if you’re ‘damn out of pads’, then i suggest you hurry your little ass to change into new clothes and go to the drug store.” i groan out loud once again and scream, “fine” before changing into a new pair of jeans.
as me and beverly looked from left to right on the 'women’s necessities’ isle, i debated in my mind whether i should get tampons or pads.
“tampons or pads?” i mumbled to myself mostly. “tampons this time,” beverly says. “especially since you’ve been wearing your ripped jeans lately.” i nod and grab two boxs and hand the other one to beverly because you can never have too many in stock.
we move to pay for the box, but when we move to the other isle, we see gretta with her head down, bidding her dad goodbye.
“shit!” i whisper-shout, shoving beverly into the next isle before gretta could see any of us, but the next isle isn’t any better because there stood three boys who goes to derry who i recognized to be bill denbrough, stan uris, and eddie kaspbrak. we both immediately hide the box of tampons behind our backs in embarrassment.
“y-you guys okay?” bill asks. “we’re fine,” both me and beverly say simultaneously. “what’s wrong with you?” beverly asks. i hear footsteps behind us and the door open and close, indicating that gretta left the store. i sighed in relief and directed my full attention towards the three boys.
“none of your business.”
“there’s a kid outside , look like someone killed him,” eddie says as he cradles a bunch of medical supplies on his arms.
“we need some s-s-s-supplies, but we don’t have enough money.”
i nudge beverly on her side and i smirk mischievously, an idea popping into my head.
“i like your glasses, mr. keene,” beverly says, tilting her head to the side as if she was interested in anything related to him. “you look just like clark kent.” i smile, bringing my hand to my chin. he chuckles and adjusts his glasses. “i don’t know about that.”
“can i try them?” i ask, making mr. keene reluctantly take them off and give them to me. i put them on whilst looking directly at mr. keene. “what do you think?” he leans in on his elbows and sighs. “well how about that, you look just like lois lane.” i giggle, “really?” and he hums in return. i mentally barf in my mouth, knowing that clark kent and lois lane were a couple and not an inch in my body is attracted to him.
i take off the glasses and hand it to beverly. she looks at me, confused, but i motion for her to put it on. she puts it on and mr. keene sighs in awe. “would you look at that? you look just as beautiful as (y/n).” beverly smiles and giggles. “oh really?” she hands them back to me and i turn back to the smiling man who keeps on looking back and forth between me and beverly.
“well, who do you think looks best in your glasses?” i ask. “i couldn’t possibly answer that. you’re both as beautiful-”
before he could finish what he was saying, i 'accidentally’ push back a rack of cigarettes on the counter. beverly scolds me and i roll my eyes at myself for being clumsy.
“oh gosh. i’m so sorry, mr. keene.”
“it’s okay. not to worry, girls.” he puts his glasses back on before bending down to fix the mess. while mr. keene was busy, me and beverly look back at the boys who stumbled and walked out of the store with their supplies. we both smile at them and turned our attention back to mr. keene who was still fixing the rack.
after we got what we needed, i darted to the bathroom in the drug store and quickly changed. after doing so, we walked out of the store and saw bill, who froze at the sight of beverly as we walked towards him. as we reached him, he pulled out a dollar bill (a/n: heheheheheh ;)))) and thanked us. we didn’t take the money and beverly held up her pack of cigarettes, “even steven.”
i turned to the side and see a few boys freaking out and arguing as they huddle over someone. i look closely and see that it was a friend of beverly that she met the other day. i nudge beverly and point to the bunch. “bev, you might want to see this.” she looks over my shoulder and smiles, “ben from soc?”
we approach them and while beverly’s attention was focused on wounded ben hanscom, i was fixated on the boy with glasses and who wore a hawaiian shirt, richie tozier. he stared back at me, frozen with his mouth apart.
“hot damn, babygirl.” he exhales and looks at me from top to bottom. “are you a mirror? cause i see myself inside of you.”
“yeah, it’s me, tozier. don’t cream your pants.” ** (a/n: casually hears steve harrington cheering in the background)** i smirk as he falls silent with a smug look on his face. “well, that won’t be a problem if you’re around, sweet cheeks.”
richie and i never really talked much. we know each other’s existence, were in the same class once or twice and we would see each other at school, but we haven’t said a word to each other. this was the first time we personally meet each other.
i hear beverly say something and i catch ben at the corner of my eye and i shriek, “shit, are you okay?!”
“no, i’m good. i just fell,” ben says, smiling sweetly at beverly.
“yeah, right into henry bowers.”
“shut it, r-r-richie!” bill scolds. “why? it’s the truth.”
“you sure they got 'the right stuff’ to fix you up?” beverly asks, trying to hold back a smile, but fails. ben smiles back at her in return, looking away from her gaze. “you know w-w-w-w-we’ll take care of him.” bill looks away from beverly before saying, “uhm, thanks again, beverly.” i clear my throat and cross my arms whilst raising an eyebrow at him. “y-y-you too, (y/n).”
“no problem, denbrough.” i smile smugly and place my hand on my hip. i hear richie mutter a “thanks, indeed” while he continued to stare at me.
“sure, maybe we’ll see you around.”
“yeah, we were maybe thinking about going to the q-q-q-quarry tomorrow, if you both wanna to come?”
me and beverly smile and nod. “good to know. thanks,” beverly says, pulling my arm and we walked away from the group. before we were out of their sight, i looked back and said, “don’t forgot to put alcohol on that shit,” making eddie face palm and place some alcohol on ben’s wound. ben hissed in pain and i chuckled and winked at richie before walking away.
“nice ass, (y/n)!” richie shouts and i raise my middle finger, not looking back at them. “i can see your fucking boner, tozier! cover that shit!” i laugh and jogged towards a laughing beverly and we walked away.
while me and beverly were making our way back home, she kept looking at me with a smirk on her face. “what?”
“you like richie.”
“no, i don’t! what makes you think that?”
“you flirted with him.”
“because that’s what i do, bev. that’s why gretta calls me a 'slut’, even though i haven’t done anything more than flirting.” i roll my eyes and did quotation marks when i said 'slut’. beverly laughs and shrugs, “whatever you say, (y/n).”
RICHIE’S POV
“nice going, bringing up bowers in front of them,” stan scolds me. “yeah, dude. you heard what beverly did and what (y/n) can do?” eddie says and this seemed to spark up ben’s interest. “what’d she do?”
“more like, who’d she do. for what i hear the list is longer than my wang,” i exclaim, pointing to my dick. “that’s not saying much.” i glare at stan and flip him off. “they’re j-j-just rumors,” bill says, defending beverly.
“anyway, bill had her back in third grade. they kissed in the school play! the reviews said that you can’t fake that kind of passion.” ben looks down in disappointment. “well, what about (y/n)? you seem to be interested in her.”
i scoff and shrug. “i’m not interested in her!” everyone looked at me with an 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me’ look. “you were staring at her the entire time.”
“i wasn’t! plus, she was directly right in front of me. so, no shit that i was looking at her.”
“you drooled, richie.”
“no, i didn’t!” i denied because there is no way that 'trashmouth’ richie tozier is going all soft for (y/n) (y/l/n), even though she’s hot as fuck.
“but anyways, she can beat anyone’s ass in a fight. last year, she beat the shit out of gretta keene behind the school because gretta was pulling some shit on beverly and it pissed her off.”
“s-s-s-sounds like your type of g-g-girl,” bill says and without thinking, i say, “damn right, she’s my type,” making everyone look at me with their eyebrows raised.
"not interested!“
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davidjjohnston3 · 3 years
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7.24.2021'Reflections of a Russian-Romantic-Orthodox-Post-Soviet Obstetrician / Aspiring Catholic-Post-Reformation-Unified-Church Pediatric Neurosurgeon (Divider of Freak-Conjoined Child-Brains) cum. Bethlehem College and Seminary M. Div. Global Studies + Savior of Worldwide North Korean Studies + Policy  + Final Flaming Sword Destroyer of Democrat Intellectual Arrogance, Child-Hate, God-Hate and Anti-Korean Racism' Flaming swords that divide people, change the world, change souls... Russia's determination to remember tragedy as well as mercy and a spirit of gentle adoption whereby they treat students and other young people much different from what I did; also Russian anti-Nazism - everlasting I imagine - in an age when respect-me-or-die attitudes, moral purity, intellectual hubris and Scientism, messianic corporatism and much else are either being accelerated or badly necromanced as everyone tries to settle every little score (an easy way to forget all the starvation, organ-harvesting, betrayal of human promise that is going on every second).  I'm only writing this because it's 7:08 in the morning and it's easier to write than not to write.  Lately I developed the habit of 'Holding the Dream' to paraphrase the title of a Nora Roberts novel about children that I tried to turn in to 'Project 521' in a gentler time.  I read a C.S. Lewis essay though I forget which one, perhaps 'Home,' about being known.  When I read this essay at night it reminds me of a more trusting whole time as does Knausgaard's 'A Time for Everything' whose title is a joke at several levels; a book I'll finish reading, if I even finish 'Autumn' which is my favorite work of his about an unborn daughter, a 'notebook-letter-bouquet' which is a genre I appreciate.For a while I felt I was close to greatness and that my mind and heart were in unison with those I most respect around this globe such as Chancellor John Piper with respect to abortion-culture - playing God - but no matter what I say this is a Maoist era in which power has to be backed by guns or other 'hard' resources.  I was also compelled or perhaps tempted to provide background for my spiritual development which in retrospect attracted 'assassins' who were only interested in cherry-picking my worst moment. I honestly came to feel that there is some 'unconditional evil, unconditional hatred' in some that makes them - no matter how nobly they speak or how hard they worked in the past - determined to destroy something at the end rather than build something or help someone or do what they said they would do.I wondered if I blasphemed someone or something so that God allowed the Prince of Darkness through these people, every professing Christians or family-members.  People are talking about spirit and intellect and insight but forget that Lucifer has all these in abundance.  I've had some delusions and kept responding to people outside of myself.  I learned a lot about people whom understanding was without purpose or profit as a) telling them to themselves, that their expectations were wrong or criminal or sadistic or nihilistic or of the party of 'the protest of ultimate futility' - the messaging whereby someone says ultimately nothing matters or you don't matter - was never going to alter their mindsb) this increased experience of human / spiritual evil didn't really constitute increase of knowledge, wisdom, understanding but only more 'CCP-esque pimp-love lie-fare gas-lighting brain-damage; brick to the head' or to put it more gently a wrong emphasis of factors which distorted mood or disposition as an orchestra with good rehearsal, preparation, and conductor could be eroded in the wrong hands over time, and people were just trying to wear me down in a 'Bleed France White' war of attrition against everything I've tried to be and do  I also realized of late the time had come to give up certain perquisites that I had had in mind to one day gain or 'help myself to.'  At the bottom of my soul I guess I always wanted to cash in; someone else on FB after the miraculous sparing of my life in 2012 started spreading around an experience that I had had with a student in 2012 which was nothing like the K-wave NC-17 version could have been the CCP deepfake character-assassination pretext for WW3 or Covid unrestricted biowarfare against white guys.  Words can't fly back in to the mouth that once let them out and at this point I have no idea what my legacy could be - or in a way hopefully no one even cares anymore although I suspect they keep some version of the story somewhere for a dinner-party IDK why I am saying this; you can reason with some people / try and teach them but if they have no compelling reason to change they might just savage youI wondered lately whether some people really believe.  They want life but their interpretation / understanding or imago of life - who knows?  'Tomorrow will be like today only more so' (Isaiah, mutatis mutandis).  They might love life or hate life but they want it and they also often don't care where it comes from, which is part of why right now the debate over social justice or the fact that so much in the United States comes from outside of the United States, or the fact that poor Millennials et al. are often still unable to get married and have children while Boomers ride emperor-on-palanquin- style on top of the Social Security system and reproach us for believing, like the title of a novel about Shanghai, 'What We Were Promised' at the breakfast-table or in (public, Democrato-Maoist-intellectual-town-bike-fruitbasket) schools about freedom, self-esteem, magic - world peace, nuclear disarmament, the 'salvation' of the natural environment, outer space, technology, non-traditional families, racial reconciliation, international adjudication of breaches of international law and esp. enforcement of human rights.  It struck me several times in recent months and years that the rulers, the sovereigns, the princes and great captains of the nations I admire such as Israel and Korea were often either a) special forces soldiers (such as Moon Jaein, Ehud Barak)b) human rights lawyers (Roh Moohyun, Moon Jaein again)c) spies (the individual who might actually have closest to total control of world-events right now; or at least the ultimate veto of everything and everyone, with variable selectivity and specificity / detail) I don't know if I was overreacting or what; I was comfortable with my 'modest income' from mental illness and felt adequately justified since I was engaged in respectable activities; I felt I hadn't really had a moment's rest in life since I was about 4, constantly shot at, judged, abused, thrown to wolves etc. and blamed for my own problems since I 'didn't "make" daddy____.'   I even believed I had a chance to re-emerge since everyone amid Covid appears to be essentially on the same side.  Before recent events I event felt an 'FDR-moment' / 'New Deal moment' was feasible under Biden though I now see clearly I believe that JRBJr. can't control his underlings, staff, et al. as FDR was able to do; and America and the world are simply too complicated.  Vladimir Putin was saying - and he doesn't always lie - basically that constitutional democracies are too weak.  Neoliberal+ shills, 'Wahh bureaucracy, Milton Friedman, grist for our mill, cliche, cliche, eat the poor, abandon the weak, post-partum-abortion, God is dead' but a lot of these people are part of a bureaucracy as well and Russia's got government bureaus, CCP does, Korea does.  Anyone who ever loved or admired Confucius or studied China knows - though many such as Ezra Vogel and Tu Weiming and some dumb-ass Australians and Indian-Singaporean pervert this knowledge for pleasure and profit - what can be achieved through sincere, spiritual, loving, reverent, educated, talented, qualified, also beauty-loving, statecraft.I guess the only question in a way is whether Microsoft themselves have nuclear weapons or Google built the guidance-systems or something and that's not an LRB title though if I had lived a purer life to this point I might be on staff there or at least they'd welcome me in the cake-shop.  Howbeit at this point my 'last wish' is kind of to die in Korea where they journalists are NOT affected or mercenary, and the rag-picking of ppl like me is not fake or ultimately egocentric / meretricious / simulacrum or sham-virtue (again I hate to talk about Nietzsche since I wanted to move on to just David Platt, Saint Augustine, John Piper, John MacArthur, global Christianity 2022).  Korea's also, I noticed, a country where the Covid body-account appears to be honest and I know for a fact, as Dr., Prof, much else Eric Feigl-Ding has been talking about on Twitter about 25 hours a day, a country in which the Democrat mentality of 'you got sick you're stupid' or the Milwaukee mentality of 'you got sick bypass watch you die joke at bar but we're still good Christians South Park Satan must be good to be evil sometimes' isn't in effect and people have resolved to do everything they can both to prevent and to mitigate as well to contain or pocket though no one wants to talk much about that.  Like I said the other day I wish I were in Korea; I also had a dream about one of those free-standing station-stops in rural Japan that reminded me of 'Cafe Lumiere' by Hou Hsiao Hsien and a conversation I had with Prof. Ban Wang fmr. Rutgers and last I checked Stanford about how Japan had built these intricate rail-systems in order to help preserve rural culture.  Another good film about rural Japan is 'Hanamizuki' although IDK if post-Covid anyone is going to want to talk again about micro-sized kindergartens, the Iraq War, fishing, the meanings of trees, following through on commitments or promises, or returning gratitude and love.  IDK whether the stuff I read over the last 5-10 years about housing-prices in places like rural Japan or, alternatively, Vladivostok are as low as I've read but if they have good internet I might go if only b/c  people there aren't interested in teaching you every lesson or extracting the max. from you then leaving you to die in the name of 'getting to know one.'  There's a short Somerset Maugham book called 'The Moon and Sixpence' though I don't admire Maugham that much and prefer his literary criticism / critical appreciations of other writers and cultures to his fiction but it feels like what some people are looking for today is more like 'huge amounts of money, charming personality, offer we can't refuse, satisfying sexual favor or we either vivisect you or pozz you up with 1st-gen anti-psychotics / kill you with ECT and still deny the exist of God, as well as demons.'My other privileged Millennial friends are all mad at me for not bearing fruit and my 'last love' said I dishonored my parents but Koreans  & maybe they don't get just how much Mark Johnston et al. are totally committed to reversing course at the most destructive possible moments and never paying what they said they'd pay; like how terrorists will sometimes detonate one bomb for the civilians and another for the first responders on the scene - though maybe I just ran out of chances.
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You Don’t Have to Call: Part 2 Fire & Desire
Jaebum x Reader, Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut (not this chapter).
Summary: The morning after leaves you recollecting and making choices that you’ll soon regret. 
Word Count: 7.5k
Prologue. Part 1. 
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You just trying to be somebody
'Fore you say you need somebody
Get all your affairs in order
I won't have affairs, I'm yours, girl 
Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied...
You slowly opened your eyes to the sound of Otis Redding, your head throbbing lightly at the direct sunlight coming in from your window. You wouldn't have remembered to close them last night (this morning?), but you still curse Past You for doing Present You like that.
But when she gets weary... Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah
As you sat up, your head throbbed dully, causing you to wince slightly. It wasn't the worse hangover you've ever had, so you were grateful. You took a solid minute to collect your bearings, letting the song play. Finally reaching for your phone, you turned off the alarm, the music finally coming to a stop.
11:55.
You sucked your teeth, falling back into your pillow. Even your body couldn't let you sleep in until at least 1 o' clock. You hovered your phone above your face, finally noticing the handful of notifications.
Messages                                                                                                  3:20 AM
Jaebum 👹💩✨
pls
Messages                                                                                                  3:15 AM Jaebum 👹💩✨ come over tomorrow
Messages                                                                                                  3:07 AM Jaebum 👹💩✨ shit ignore that
Messages                                                                                                  3:04 AM Jaebum 👹💩✨ Also a lil drunk and hard
Messages                                                                                                  3:03 AM Jaebum 👹💩✨ Idk wut to say but i miss you.
Messages                                                                                                  3:00 AM Jaebum 👹💩✨ U up?
Messages                                                                                                  1:45 AM 💕Powerpuff Girls 💕 Mina(j) ✨ Why did you censor it, we know you're talkin bout his dick
Messages                                                                                                  1:30 AM 💕Powerpuff Girls 💕 Lana Del Bae 🦁 Jackson Wang’s **** is worthy of his surname 👅
Snapchat                                                                                                 12:43 AM Solana sent you a Snap!
Messages                                                                                                12:15 AM +1 (566) 301-9924 That's basic Greek mythology, how does that make me nerdy
You frowned at the most recent texts, wondering why the hell Jaebum was texting you so late (or early). You finally unlocked your phone, deciding to look at the unknown number that had texted you first. After scrolling to the beginning of the conversation, you realized that it had been Namjoon. He had given you his number last night in the car, but you hadn't gotten a moment to save it.
+1 (566) 301-9924 Go to sleep then lol
You I am jeez. Just hoping I don't get a hangover
+1 (566) 301-9924 I'll pray to Dionysus for you
You Omfg Dionysus? You fuckin nerd
+1 (566) 301-9924 That's basic Greek mythology, how does that make me nerdy
You couldn't stop the smile that came to your lips, and you sat up slowly, kicking a leg out from under your sheets, bare foot touching the hard floor. You reached over to your window, pressing the button to turn on your wireless speaker. Finally rising to your feet, you turned to your dresser while tapping on your phone, finding a playlist to start the day.
As the music began to play, you dug around to find clothes to lounge in, quickly finding some and tossing them on your bed.  You grabbed your speaker before you walked to the bathroom. Resting the speaker on the sink, you turned on the shower, tapping at your phone and sending out a text to the group chat
You I'm awake. Pls bring brunch, I'm dying. Also Lana congrats on the dick.
Shedding your under clothes and piling your hair atop your head in the best way you could, you slipped on a shower cap, stuffing in the fallen braids. You pouted in the mirror as the cap stretched, not fully being able to contain your head of hair. Your phone lit up in the corner of your eye and you reached over to grab it, looking at the text.
Messages                                                                                                12:08 PM 💕Powerpuff Girls 💕 Mina(j) ✨ You know she's not gonna be up until at least 12:30. Also, I'm cookin omelettes.
"So how big was it?" Mina inquired, sitting on the black shag carpet in front of your bed, legs out stretched and crossed as her plate rested on her lap. Solana was sitting next to you, back leaning into the Childish Gambino poster hung low on your wall. She bit her lip, hiding her signature devious smile.
"It's like...a little above average sized." She tilted her head as if in thought, still smiling. "He takes care of himself. Like, it's pretty."
Mina barked out a laugh, throwing her head back. "Pretty?!"
You cut into your omelette with your fork, stuffing your mouth. You didn't realize how hungry you were. Your omelette was halfway gone. "What does that even mean? A pretty dick?"
Solana laughed, reaching over to your nightstand to grab her bottle of apple juice. "It means what it means! Like, he shaves! I mean not everything down to the point where it looks like...I don't know, a naked mole rat or something-"
You coughed, the laugh wanting to leave but the food stopping it. "Oh my god, Lana."
"Like his entire chest? Defined, no hair, but his happy trail?" Her eyes rolled back dramatically as she fanned herself. Mina shook her head, sipping her water. "And then when I took his pants off, I was legitimately in awe! And he was so bashful about it too, all 'You don't have to do that kind of thing, if you don't want to.'"
"Wow," You cut another piece, swallowing before you continued to stuff your mouth. "Sounds like a real Prince Charming."
"Oh, because you know all about Prince Charmings, huh?" Solana countered back folding her arms. She didn't sound malicious, but you flipped her off anyways. You reached for your phone placed by your crotch, skipping to the next song.
"Whatever, it's not even like that."
"Yea right, Cinderella. Hopping into your carriage before midnight," She teased, poking at your cheeks as you chewed. You glared unthreateningly, and she continued. "Not even leaving anything for your prince to go by, how's he supposed to find you?"
"Oh yeah, how did that go?" Mina asked, rising to her feet and resting her plate on your desk. She walked over to your bed, climbing up and resting her head on your pillow, stretching her legs out before you and Solana's crossed ones. "Did he see you?"
You scarfed the rest of your omelette, reaching for your bottle of water and chugging it to wash it down. "He definitely saw me."
"And?" Solana continued. "What happened?"
"He asked me if I was leaving, I said yes...and then he offered to accompany me home." You attempted to say it dismissively, but Solana's audible gasp and Mina's "You little shit!!" proved that it wasn't something to easily dismiss.
"Oh my god, did you bring him back here???" Solana sat up in her seat, handing her half eaten omelette to Mina, who was now also sitting up against your headboard. "Also, can I get an aspirin?"
"No I didn't bring him back here, are you crazy?" You put your plate in between you, getting up to walk to your bathroom. "We got an Uber together, that's it." You scanned your cabinet, looking for the aspirin.
"That's it?" You heard Mina easily, and your eyes squinted into a glare even though she couldn't see. "You didn't talk during this car ride then, didn't get his number?"
You halted in your search, immediately taking in her words. You spotted the aspirin, snatching it off the shelf and walking back into the room. Solana had your phone in her hands, Mina over her shoulder as though she had been looking too.
"Both of you are the worst." You snatched your phone back, looking to see what they had opened. Unsurprisingly, it was your text conversation with Namjoon.
"You're being all cryptic!" Solana exclaimed, taking the bottle of aspirin from your hands and opening it. "Did you make out with him or not?"
Your cheeks burned in embarrassment and you sat back down on the bed, taking Mina's previous spot as she had taken yours. "No, I did not make out with him."
"Did you want to?" You leaned back against your headboard, biting your lip in thought at Mina's question.
Did you?
"Call an Uber? It's like a 15 minute walk back to campus." Namjoon said as you both stepped outside, people loitering the lawn of the frat house.
"Yeah, but I don't feel like walking," You shrugged, walking down the porch steps and over discarded plastic cups. "We walked all the way here, I stood on my feet all night. I'm allowed to take an Uber home."
Namjoon chuckled, taking out his phone. "Alright alright, touché. Uber it is."
The cost of the ride was about $12, and even though Namjoon offered to pay for the whole thing, you split the cost. "Consider it compensation for the drink. Now I don't owe you."
You both stood at the end of the lawn, a couple feet away from the ambiance of the party. It was like a small little bubble between you two again, and it was comfortable. You glanced at him in the corner of your eye, taking in his profile. His nose was kind of like a slope, barely curving at the end. You bet his skin was soft. His lips were, from the brief touch you had when you had poked it. A little chapped, but somehow still soft. How is that possible?
"So how do you know Jaebum?" He turned to face you fully, and you snapped out of your reverie, turning away. You folded your lips tightly at the mention of Jaebum, and you tried not to make your disdain so obvious.
"We both volunteered with the moving in group. You know, like those students in the blue shirts pushing those huge carts?" Namjoon blinked before making a sound of understanding. "Yea, we became friends through that."
"So you had to push those shitty blue bins all around campus?" He smiled lightly, lightening your mood a little. You chuckled, pushing a braid behind your ear.
"Yeah, it was horrible. It was so hot that day too, and I had to work for like 6 hours," You shook your head at the memory of the sizzling heat and Jaebum constantly running his hand through his dark mane, sunglasses shielding his eyes and sweat lightly beading his forehead. "Hmm. I guess it wasn't so bad."
"I wish it wasn't still hot." Namjoon looked up at the sky, and you followed suit. "I'm over this heat."
"Seriously." You were looking at the moon, and you briefly wondered if Namjoon liked the moon, or the stars, or the sky in its entirety. You wanted to ask, but the sudden honk from your Uber brought you back.
"You know, we probably just wasted like 3 minutes waiting for this guy, and we would've been halfway there already if we walked." Namjoon walked down the steps, approaching the car door and opening it up for you to enter.
"Namjoon?" The driver asked, looking at you, then to Namjoon, who raised his hand in a light wave. "Alright, cool. People have been jacking other people's rides all night, so I just had to make sure."
You chuckled as you sat down, imagining a bunch of drunk college students getting into random cars and disgruntled ones waiting for theirs to arrive.
Namjoon shut the door quickly, and the drive took off, repeating the residence hall you lived in. You looked out the window for a moment before turning to Namjoon, asking "You live on campus?"
Namjoon turned to you from his phone, his face illuminated by the glow before he locked it, tucking it into his pocket. "Yeah, I live in Copperfield Hall." It sounded familiar, and you tried to remember if that was close to you or far. Most of the residence halls on campus were pretty spaced out, except for the freshman dorms.
"I hope it's not too long of a walk for you."
"No, not at all." He shooed the thought away. "Besides, I don't mind walking."
"Of course not." You said, smiling down at your hands.
There was a brief moment of silence (not including the radio, which was turned pretty low anyways), about 20 seconds long, and you felt your stomach turn in anxiousness. Lifting your foot up to rest under your thigh, you cleared your throat slightly.
Namjoon broke the silence with "So...did you guys date or something?"
Your palms already started getting sweaty and your rubbed them quickly against your jeans. "No." It was a half lie. You both fell in the "or something" category, but you didn't even want to say that much. It wasn't really any of his business to ask so you didn't feel the need to tell the full truth.
Namjoon chuckled dryly, and you turned to look at him. He was looking downwards, and you couldn't really read his expression, even though he looked amused. "Sorry I asked I just...you guys looked like exes running into each other after a nasty breakup." He turned to you, and his eyes were serious. You could see it, even in the darkness of the car, and you bit your lip nervously, quickly avoiding his eyes. Could he tell that you half lied? Did he already know the truth from Jaebum himself?
"How do you know JB?" You asked, trying to come off more relaxed than you actually were. Anything just to get off the topic of you.
Namjoon replied easily. "Him and Jackson are brothers. Like, fraternity brother, not actual brothers." As if realizing he was sitting forward in his seat, he leaned back, scratching the back of his head where the hair was buzzed. "They both were in the same line in Spring semester so they're close."
You nodded your head in understanding, finger tapping against the seat of the car. This was the longest 10 minutes you've ever experienced. You wanted to avoid Namjoon's eyes, to maybe avoid talking for the rest of the ride, but you knew that wouldn't work, and you didn't want to ruin this. Whatever that might be. Was this anything at all?
"Oh, before I forget," Namjoon took out his phone, handing it to you. You blinked a couple of times before taking it, looking at it, as if not knowing what to do with it. He laughed, unlocking it and starting a new message. "Put your number in."
"Oh!" You sucked your teeth at yourself, muttering "Duh, of course, what else would you have been doing?"
"I was totally just giving you my phone, Y/N." He teased lightly, head leaning and hovering pretty close to yours. You rolled your eyes, typing in your number and then sending yourself a simple text of your name.
"Here," You looked up, happy you didn't say more or less you would've stuttered. He was closer than you expected, and you sucked in your bottom lip, quickly looking down at his phone again to avoid his eyes. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket, but you ignored it.
"Great," He took his phone, looking at what you had written before typing something. You looked down at your knee, seeing his knee was almost touching yours with the way his body was turned to you.
Your phone buzzed again, and you looked at him, to which he raised his eyebrow as if in question. You took your phone out, checking the messages from him.
Messages                                                                                                 11:45PM +1 (566) 301-9924 I think it's kinda rude that the driver is playing some trash on the radio instead of offering his aux cord, but thats just me
You giggled, covering it slightly with your hand. Namjoon chuckled, whispering "Seriously! It's just common courtesy."
Silence fell in the car again, and you looked down at your knees again, both of them now touching without you realizing. You found yourself looking up at him again as he was already looking down at you. There was enough space between you both, but you still felt as if there was none.
You wanted to kiss him. You blinked, eyes trying to find a sign that said he wanted to do the same. And you saw it, saw in the corner of your eye the way he swallowed almost nervously. Wasn't that something?
Without having a second thought, you started leaning in, glancing down at his lips as you did. His eyes lidded slightly, and yours followed.
Then he was pulling back, like by some invisible string you couldn't see, and your eyes widened slowly, watching him look down at his hand, then close his eyes tight as if realizing something. Your blinked once, not really understanding, then twice, wondering if you had read him wrong.
"We're here!" The driver spoke up, and you turned, reaching for your car door and yanking the handle roughly, pushing it open and trying not to slam the door shut out of frustration. You looked around, recognizing the block of your college campus that would lead up to your residence hall. You walked around the car, standing on the sidewalk.
You heard Namjoon say a quick "Have a good night," before turning around and facing you, looking slightly apologetic. You gave him a tight lipped smile, not even wanting to bring it up, even if it just happened. It was embarrassing enough to read a guy wrong and lean in for a kiss; you didn't want him feeling sorry for you.
"I um..." He cleared his throat, stepping away from the car as it took off down the street. "Didn't want to kiss you."
You furrowed your eyebrows at him before rolling your eyes and turning around, beginning to walk to your dorm. "Alright, cool."
"Not like that, I mean-" Namjoon groaned lowly from behind you, catching up with you with long strides. "I mean I didn't want to kiss you then."
You glared up at him, but he didn't shrink back from it. "Whatever, I really don't care."
"Do you care if I said I did wanna kiss you? At the party?"
You don't mean to, but you freeze in your steps, looking at him. You waited, wondering if he'd continue, and he took your silence as a sign to. As he spoke, you began to walk again.
"Like, I don't know you, but I wanted to kiss you. And it may not be that deep but I'm not just trying to kiss you until you're in my bed." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and again he looked a little awkward, like how he did at the party when it was just the two of you, talking. Your expression softened. What was he trying to say?
"So what?" You finally spoke, not sure where he was going with his words. "You wanna hold my hand or something?”
Namjoon laughed, dimples poking out and you smiled faintly back. You liked his laugh. He shook his head.
"I wanna hang out sometime again. If you want to."
You really did think about it, and you wanted to say yes. What was really stopping you? You weren't entirely sure if you liked Namjoon yet. But then again, he sounded as though he wasn't entirely sure if he liked you either. And that was good, wasn't complicated.
"We'll see." You replied, looking at him. He once again had already been looking at you. He nodded once, dimples appearing again as he smiled.
"I guess we will."
Solana and Mina both looked at you as you finished recalling the car ride, both of them quiet for a moment. You had just changed the unknown number in your phone to 'Joonie' when Solana finally spoke.
"So...what does that mean exactly?" Mina asked, playing with the rip in her jeans.
You shrugged, beginning to reply back to Namjoon. "Hell if I know." You sent a quick text of Dionysus must like me a lil bit. "I mean, I think he's saying he's interested in me?”
“And you? You're into him, right?” Solana asked, eyebrow raising. You shrugged again, feeling your phone buzz in your hands. You looked at your phone, seeing a reply from Namjoon already. “Well if you are then you gotta cut it off with JB.”
You made a face at her, lip turned up slightly. “Cut what off? I told you we're not a thing anymore.”
“You know his girl was at the party,” Mina said, rising to her feet and walking over to your small fridge by your desk, looking in the small food pantry above it.
“How do you know what she looks like?”
“Didn't you see what I sent on Snapchat?” Solana rolled her eyes, grabbing your phone from your hands and unlocking it easily. She opened the app and you looked over her shoulder as she opened the short video you had sent.
It was pretty dark, but you could still see well enough with the pink lighting in the room. There was someone’s shoulder that kept getting into the shot, but you could still see the side of Jaebum’s face, a cup to his lips and his eyes squinted in what you assumed to be a smile. His arm was woven around a girl's waist, her hair long. She was short, the top of her head matching up to his shoulder. The video was muted, but you didn't care about what they were talking about. All you cared about was Jaebum leaning down to plant a kiss on the girl's lips. It made your stomach turn, and you wish it didn't. You unknowingly glared at your phone as the video ended, and Solana closed out of the app. "Did he try something with you last night?"
"No, he was just shocked to see me at his frat's party. Like I'm not allowed to have a good time or something." You scoffed at the recollection. "He even got mad that I was hanging with some other guy."
"Seriously?" Mina chuckled, shaking her head while opening a small bag of almonds. "He's a piece of work. What did he expect?"
"Well he obviously expects you to bend at his will. He texted you at 3 in the morning, and nothing good ever happens after 3 AM." You gave Solana a look and she gave one back. "What? It was like the most recent unread texts on your phone, I just glanced at it." You shook your head at her, and she pouted slightly as if to apologize. You knew that both Mina and Solana had their fingerprint embedded into your phone, as you had to theirs. You never had anything to hide except Jaebum, and regardless of that, you trusted them both.
"You didn't open them did you?"
"Y/N please. Do you know me at all?" She handed your phone back, and your thumb hovered over the Message app. "I saw the words come over and hard. You should tell him to go fuck himself. Or better, tell him to go fuck his girlfriend."
Mina sucked her teeth, sitting down in your desk chair with . "No, tell him that you're not gonna lower yourself to be some side chick for a guy that didn't even want to be anything more to begin with."
"I can't tell him that." You quickly said, locking your phone and tapping it against your thigh. "I don't even know if I wanted to be more with him to begin with, if that's what I wanted I could've said something."
"And so could he! May I remind you that you saw him on a date with someone and you waited for him to say something about it, which he didn't," Mina countered. "He obviously didn't wanna waste time trying to figure out if he liked you more than a fuck buddy, but now that he sees you with a guy he wants you again?"
"Besides, it was obvious that you were into him." Solana interjected, picking at her nails. You folded your arms, looking down at your lap. "It's like...the way you would talk about him. Remember that time you called us and talked about how all you two did was watch a movie and order Chinese food?"
Your cheeks burned at the memory. "Yeah, I remember."
When you both first started this, you would see each other during weekends, usually late at night. You'd have two or three rounds of sex, smoke breaks in between, and then you'd be gone. No reason to stay longer than necessary. But then he had texted you to come over one day in late September, saying he wanted to watch a movie. You assumed he just didn't want to be so blunt with insinuating he wanted to fuck, but when you got there, he ordered Chinese food and you both watched the second Transformers movie. You had seen it before but he explained how he'd never seen any of the movies from the franchise, so you had just sat through the whole thing, the both of you joking about what it would be like if the robots existed in real life.
He had ended the night with a peck on the lips, knowing what would happen if the kiss got any deeper. You walked back to your dorm feeling strangely elated, and you had gushed to your friends about it like some school girl. The following night he had invited you over for sex, and the elation went away.
"He must've known you were into him. He couldn't be that blind." Solana finished. You rubbed your temple, unlocking your phone again to finally open the messages he had sent. "He can choke for that, honestly. And now he's still trying, even though he has a girlfriend? Scum."
"Actual scum." Mina agreed, nodding her head. Their words made you more frustrated towards the entire situation. They were right, there wasn't any getting around it, but you couldn't help but think that you were partially at fault.
"He was drunk when he texted me." And hard. "Said he misses me."
Solana sucked her teeth, grumbling "Fucking men..." as Mina rolled her eyes.
"Of course he misses you. His new girl probably isn't good in bed or something."
You clenched your fist, voicing your thoughts. "Is it stupid that I wanna go over there? Just...to call him out on his shit?"
"Yes. Yes that is extremely stupid," Solana let out a dry chuckle, making grabby hands at Mina for the almonds. Your eyes followed the bag as Mina scooted over in the chair, stretching her arm out to pass them. "You're reopening a door that you need to keep closed, boo."
"Well give her some credit, Lana. She did blow up at him last night." Mina patted your knee as if to console you only a little bit. "Showing up at his door, saying it to his face? That's powerful, and you need to show him that you're not to be played with."
Solana held the almond on her bottom lip, as if questioning if she wanted to eat it. "Mm, I guess. I still don't think you should but I'm not gonna tell you what to do. If you do, you need to cut to the chase. Don't even step into his apartment."
"Exactly," Mina agreed, and your head swished between them both as they spoke. "You need to say "I'm more than just a fuck, and I'm not gonna be waiting for you to get your head out of your ass to admit that." You know?"
Solana clapped, and you laughed at her praise of Mina's advice. Your friends were making light of the situation, even though you knew that they were serious about everything they said. And you knew they were right.
"So?" You looked to Solana,, both her and Mina sharing a look that clearly said "What are you going to do?"
You folded your lips as you unlocked your phone, finally beginning to type a reply.
You I'll be over in like an hour.
You were chewing at your bottom lip so hard as you walked up the stairs, the weight of the possible outcomes of doing this heavy on your shoulders. You knew it was something you had to do, and as much as your friends had hyped you up to do so, you still weren't sure if you were strong enough to follow through with your plan. Last night, the presence of people, the sound of the party, it gave you enough means to yell and get angry at Jaebum. But with the absence of strangers and the silence of his apartment building, you began doubting yourself.
Of course, this wasn't the moment to doubt yourself. You wanted to do this, so here you were, at his front door. You weren't about to turn around now. Letting out a wavering sigh, you knocked on the door. Your eyes trailed down to your feet as you waited, but you quickly tightened your jaw, looking directly into the peephole as if he could've been looking back.
'You can do this. Stay outside. Say what you're feeling, every last thing. And then leave.' You thought, the tasks having no need for distractions. You wouldn't get distracted.
The door opened and there Jaebum stood. You took in the entirety of him without meaning to, but he looked okay. Actually he looked really good. Black t-shirt with gray sweatpants, bare feet, and a gold chain around his neck. His hair flopped forward, not lifeless but not styled in any kind of way. He looked natural and in his habitat, and that made you nostalgic of the times when you had come over.
You both stayed silent, and you wondered if he'd speak first, or if he was waiting for you to. Not wasting anymore time, you started with "Are you just going to stare at me or say something?"
He blinked in surprise, as if snapping out of some trance, and he cleared his throat, jaw tightening slightly. "Hey. I didn't think you'd come."
"I said I would," You folded your arms, glancing down at the dark wood of the hallway to the lighter wood of his living room.  He didn't make any indication he was going to move.
"Yeah well you say a lot of things," Jaebum shrugged, eyes boring into yours. You wanted to shrink back, but you shot a glare at him. He sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't ask for you to come over to argue."
"And I'm not here for that either," You took in a deep breath, feeling your palms sweat and rubbing them against your sleeves. "I just came to say what I need to and go."
Jaebum folded his lips, rubbing his jaw slightly. He already looked frustrated, obviously not expecting your straightforwardness. "Well, come on in, I guess."
"No, that's okay." You stood your ground, absentmindedly taking your braids and pushing them over your shoulder. Jaebum's eyebrows shot up, then back down in confusion.
"You're not gonna stand outside in my hallway." Jaebum didn't leave any room for another option, but you still didn't move. You were in no position to be ordered around. He sucked his teeth, and you could tell he was growing irritated. "Look, I invited you over, you wouldn't be here if-"
"If I didn't have something to say, which I do." You cut him off, feeling the heat rise in your chest as you became angrier. "So let me say it so I can stop wasting my time for even showing up here."
Jaebum scoffed, shaking his head. "No."
You blinked repeatedly in shock. "What?"
"I said no. If you're going to talk to me then we're gonna do it in here." Jaebum folded his arms, mimicking your position, and you suddenly felt the shift of his temper. "It's not that big of a deal right? You talk, you leave, that's it."
You stood there in silence, taking in his words. You had every right to leave that second, but you had come here to do something, and you'd be damned if you'd go without saying what's on your mind.
"Fine." You said, crossing the barrier of his door and brushing past him. You decided that trying to make yourself comfortable was a bad idea, so you opted out of taking a seat on his comfy couch, leaning against the counter of his walk in kitchen right across from it.
Jaebum shut the door behind you, slowly walking over to lean against the back of the couch, resting his hands against it and overall looking relaxed. It bothered the fuck out of you. "So," he began, and you tightened your jaw. "I know you probably came here to curse me out or something-"
"Smart guess." You interrupted, tilting your head in mock amusement. Jaebum gave you a look and you just gave him a tight lipped smile back, no amusement evident.
"I shouldn't have talked to you like that last night. I was pissed. I really didn't expect to see you so soon and...after you called..." He trailed off, looking away from you. You felt something warm in your chest, and you weren't sure what the feeling was coming from. Why weren't you yelling? Why weren't you cutting him off or saying all of the things you said you would? This was your chance. "I thought you wouldn't ever want to see me again."
You scoffed lightly, looking down at your feet. "I didn't. I didn't want to, I didn't plan on it."
"Y/N that was my fraternity's party, do you really expect me to believe you showed up expecting me not to be there?" Jaebum inquired, his eyebrows coming together.
You sighed, rubbing your temple. "I got dragged to the party, I didn't even recognize the house, I-" You sucked your teeth, shaking your head. "I'm not explaining this to you, you don't have to believe me."
Jaebum breathed out through his nose, running his hand through his hair. "Whether you wanted to see me or not, I wanted to see you."
"For what?" You demanded. "What more do you have to say to me?”
"I miss you, alright?" He pushed off of the couch. He hadn't taken a step closer, but you backed into the counter anyways. It pressed into your lower back uncomfortably, but you didn't care. "I can't stop thinking about you."
"So?" You choked out a laugh. "Am I supposed to care? Supposed to be happy about that?"
"But I know you care," Jaebum retorted. "You can keep denying it when we both know that's not true. You miss me, you said it yourself yesterday."
Yesterday felt like months ago, especially with the way your feelings for Jaebum had shifted. To what though? Did you hate him? Did you still miss him? It was a teeter totter of feelings. "Even if I missed you, it wouldn't matter because I only came here to tell you that I'm done with this, with you."
He took a step forward and your waist pressed further into the table. "That's it?"
"Do you want me to keep talking? About how you're an asshole who has no right to miss me? Or even try to reach out to  me?" You were beginning to ramble, and your chest felt warm with all of the pent up anger. "You're a piece of work, you know that? Am I supposed to just sit around waiting for you to get a damn clue about what you want?" Jaebum was stepping closer, but you didn't back up further, your anger giving you a kind of power to not shrink back. "I don't care if you miss me. I don't care if you can't get me out of your head. I was a good fucking thing, and you let me go because you were scared." You paused, realizing what you said and feeling your body tremble at all the emotion running deep in your words.
Jaebum hardly looked phased, and that unnerved you. "And you weren't? Would you have done anything about it?"
You blinked, locking eyes with his. "Maybe I would've. I don't know if I was or wasn't scared. You didn't give me any choice to be. Before I even had a chance to, there you were, on a date with someone else. And that told me everything I needed to know." The intensity of his gaze wavered your new found energy to speak your mind, so you looked straight ahead, tightening your jaw. "And now it just doesn't matter."
"It could matter." Jaebum took another step forward, and he might as well be towering over you. "It does matter."
You scoffed, turning your head. He continued anyways, talking to the side of your face.
"You're right, Y/N. I'm stupid for letting you go like that. I should've spoken up...even if I didn't know how you felt about me," You pressed your tongue inside your cheek. "I knew how I felt about you."
You were silent, not knowing what to say. This is something you would've wanted before. Now you weren't sure how to feel about the confession. You sighed, leaning away from the counter slightly. "I'm done."
"I'm not." Jaebum rested a hand on the counter, trapping you. You felt your heartbeat quicken even though your brain was screaming profanities. "Just tell me what I can do to make this better."
"Nothing. There isn't anything left for you to do Jaebum. You have a girlfriend, remember?" You pointed out, trying to push his arm with your side so you could make your way to the door. "I'm not some side chick."
Jaebum's arm didn't budge. "Then I'll end it with her."
You paused, not looking at him but simply thinking. You were stupid for even thinking about it, because what kind of person would that make you if you allowed him to end a relationship just to be with you? You didn't know this girl but you were sure she didn't deserve that.
You closed your eyes. "Jaebum-"
He cut you off almost immediately. "Just say the word and I will. You're the only thing that has been on my mind." He was closer, talking directly in your ear.
"I don't care." You sounded exasperated, refusing to turn to look at him. You grabbed his wrist, trying to push it away to let you through, but again he didn't budge.
All you got was the familiarity of his skin, of the wrists you used to hold down when you'd feel bold and ride him, keep him from touching you like he wanted oh-so-badly. You'd have him groaning and cursing just to feel your waist under his fingers or your nipple on his tongue, and you would just grin at how desperate he'd get over you, tease him until you were leaning down to kiss him, wanting to feel the way his sounds made your body buzz, until you'd let him go and he'd grip your hips like a lifeline, lift them up then down and have you moaning his name like it was the only word you knew.
You opened your eyes, seeing your hand still resting on his wrist, before your eyes trailed up his arms, his shoulders, then his face. You both locked eyes and you felt paralyzed.
"You can keep telling me you don't care but I know you." Jaebum spoke, and he was leaning closer until there was only a breath separating you two. Just the feeling had you glancing down at his lips, and you mentally cursed at yourself. "I know exactly what you're thinking about."
"What am I thinking? Hmm?" You glared slightly, not wanting to come off small, even though you could feel your walls shaking as if wanting to crumble. "Enlighten me."
"You still feel something for me." There wasn't a tremor in his voice that made you believe he was unsure of what he was saying. "You still want me, still miss me. Miss the way I'd hold you and kiss you and fuck you."
You gritted your teeth, balling your fist at the way he spoke, as if he knew where he had you, his affect on you. He had power over you and it made your stomach flutter and turn at the same time.
You leaned closer until your forehead touched his, spitting the words out "Fuck you."
Jaebum lurched forward, capturing your lips in a rough kiss that was made of heat and fury. It made your head spin, and you gripped the counter to balance yourself, feeling his hands cup your cheeks like he knew you'd try to pull away. The wrath flew all the way up to your mouth, your tongue finding his like it had been missing something for so long, and your body trembled at the familiarity, the way his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, so angry, so desperate.
You brought your hand up to dig your nails into his shoulder, not sure if to do it in the way he liked, or because you wanted him to hurt. When he groaned against into your mouth, you pushed him back enough to lift your other hand and smack him across the face, his head whipping to your right.
There was silence that kept being invaded by you trying to catch your breath, lips wet from the messy kiss, Jaebum's face still turned in the direction of the slap. You could see his jaw tighten, the way he brought his hand up to touch it as if not believing it before his eyes looked to you. You glared at him, gripping the counter again as if grounding yourself.
You bit your bottom lip, lightly wincing at the small indents of where his teeth had just been, running a tongue along it. Just the feeling turned you on, and you cursed at yourself mentally. He rubbed his reddening cheek, his body straightening up again to tower over you.
You reached for the front of his shirt, yanking him back down to kiss him again, not waiting for a sign to slide your tongue back in his mouth. The pleasured sigh he released was answer enough. His hands slipped down to your sides, slowly tracing them like he was taking time to remember what they felt like under his fingertips, pressing into spots he knew made you weak. A little whine escaped your lips, and you knew he noticed with the way his hands dropped down to your ass, squeezing to hear another whine.
"Fuck, I missed that sound..." He spoke against your lips, and you licked your lips, wanting them back on yours again. He pressed your body further onto his until your fronts were touching, your chest pressing into his. You rolled your hips lightly, hoping for some friction and feeling all of him in his sweatpants. He pulled you back into the kiss, your hands getting lost in his hair, tangling your fingers in them and keening at its memorable softness. Every touch felt like another memory of him, of lust that you couldn't forget even if you wanted to.
He suddenly lowered his hands to your thighs, pulling them apart to stand in between your legs, rolling his hips to meet with yours. You brought your hands down to his shoulders, trying to find purchase to keep your legs from giving out at the sensation of his length running against your core.
Your brain must've short circuited before realizing what was happening because in an instant, you were pulling back, shaking your head. "No...no, we can't do this." You panted lightly, feeling your heart begin to slow down.
Jaebum lifted your thighs until you were in the air, your legs unconsciously wrapping around his waist as he sat you atop the counter. Before you knew it, he was kissing you again, and you were kissing back.
You pulled back, putting your hands on his shoulders to keep him at bay. He looked at you with half lidded eyes, trying to lean in to kiss you again.
"Are you trying to tell me you don't want this?" He whispered, hovering over your lips. You let out a shaky breath, wishing your head wasn't so clouded in desire.
"You know this is wrong..." You shook your head, turning your head to avoid his kiss.
"I know that you pulled me into a kiss," He talked lowly, his lips trailing your cheek until he kissed it, moving down to your jaw. You shivered, closing your eyes. "I know how bad I want to touch you." His hand trailed down your front until his hand slipped under your shirt. You bit your lip, wanting more but knowing better. "I know how good I can have you feeling if you'd just let me."
"Jaebum-" His fingers unbuttoned the front of your jeans and you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
"Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop."
What did you want? If you thought about it, you'd start thinking about everything else, and you'd realize just how much you shouldn't be doing this. Jaebum had something over you, and now that you're seeing it firsthand, you weren't sure what you could do about it.
You bit your lip hard, pulling him in closer with your legs. "Show me how much you miss me."
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cece469 · 7 years
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New Here 1
Pairing: Jackson Wang x Mark Tuan x reader Genre: fluff Warnings: strong language Summary: It's your first time in Korea and can barely speak any Korean at all. Until you meet two very friendly men neither fully Korean. One from Hong Kong and one from the USA where you're from. But things take an unexpected turn. "Yah! Where the hell do i go?" You say to yourself. "I really should've learned more Korean before coming here." You say to yourself. As you're aimlessly walking around trying to discover where you are and how the hell you get back to your apartment you walk into someone. "I'm really sorry I don't-" you look over to see a handsome young men. You realize that he might not speak English. "Shit umm.. 안녕하세요 (hello) 죄송하지만 저는 한국어를 잘 하지 못해요. (I'm sorry my Korean is bad) 하지만 지금 한국어를 공부중이에요. (I am still learning.)" he smiles at you. "For still learning it isn't that bad." His fluency in English surprises you. "You speak English very fluently. Are you not from Korea?" You ask. "I learned Korean considering I-.. I'm from Hong Kong." He says. He's stuttering makes you suspicious. But you pay it no mind. He may just be shy. "Well hello, do you have a name?" You smile at him. He smiles back "my name is Jackson. And you?" Jackson.. you've heard that name from a KPOP group. You don't pay any mind and think of it as coincidence. "Nice to meet you Jackson I'm y/n." You reach out and shake is hand. "Are you having trouble navigating?" He asks. You smile sheepishly. "A bit. Would you be able to take me to Seoul by any chance?" You ask. He smiles and nods. You thank him and walk with him towards Seoul. On your way there he shows you places around and helps you learn more words and understand more Korean. Your first day and you already made a new friend. Once you finally see your building you thank him for his help. "Thank you so much Jackson. I would've never gotten home without you." You smile at him. "It was my pleasure y/n." He smiles at you. "Do you by chance have any way for me to contact you again?" He asks shyly. You smile. "Yes, let me see your phone." You say. He gives it to you and you put in your number. "Text me any time." You hand him his phone and smile. "Will do y/n." He said smiling. "Seeya later Jackson." You wave as you enter the building. He smiles and walks away. You smile like the Cheshire Cat all the way to your apartment. Not a second later do you hear your phone go off. Jackson: surprise! You: I didn't expect you to text me so soon! Jackson: did you not want me to? You: no no! That's not it, I just didn't think you actually wanted to speak to me again. Jackson: :0 are you crazy!? Of course I would. You make me feel normal "What does he mean by that? He is normal." You say to yourself. You: you are normal. Jackson: yeah to you lol You: shhhhh Jackson: neverrrr You: I'm going to sleep lol. I'll text you tomorrow Jackson. Jackson: alright goodnight y/n. :) You: goodnight Jackson You smile as you get ready for bed. "I can't believe I already made a new friend.." you say to yourself. You smile and then brush your teeth. You get under the covers and fall into a peaceful sleep. (JACKSON POV) "She's perfect.." you think to yourself. "What's go you in such a trance?" Your friend mark says. "I met somebody from the US. She was adorable and tried so hard to pronounce her Korean correctly. She's still learning but it's not that bad." You explain to Mark. He rolls his eyes. "Well shush I'm tired and you're keeping me up with all your giddy laughter and such." He says grumpy. "Yes please go to sleep. You're grumpy and it annoys me." You say with humor laced in your voice. Mark flips you off and you laugh. "Love ya too dude." You laugh st him. "Fuck you." He laughs while he says it. "You would wouldn't you?" You retort. "Fuck that!" He shoots right back. You both burst into laughter. "Will you two shut the fuck up. People are trying to sleep you asshats. Goddamn.." you and Mark laugh. "Sorry Jinyoung.." you laugh. "Just go to bed before JB gets in here." Jinyoung warns. You and mark shoot each other a scared look and lay down and sleep. Jinyoung smirks and leaves. "What an ass." You add. "I heard that you little shit." Jinyoung says. You laugh quietly. (Y/N POV) You wake to messages from Jackson. Jackson: goodmorning sleeping beauty. Jackson: wake uppppppppp. Jackson: you sleep in really late you know. Jackson: text me when you wake up. You: bro it's not even that late in the day. Jackson: it lives! You: don't push it brat lol Jackson: alright alright lol. What're you doing today? Nothing okay good you're gonna hang out with me and some friends today. You: alright I guess I have no choice. Jackson: nope. You: lol alright I'll see you in a bit. Jackson: I'll be over in an hour. You: alright see you then. You start digging through your closet for something to wear. Why are you so excited to see him again? Who knows but you know it's gonna be a good day today. A/N: okay I don't even fucking speak Korean let alone type it so Idk if that's the proper writing of it so please don't hate me I just got it from online. Ive been trying my hardest to continue to learn Korean but I've had a lot going on so please don't be to harsh on me with that. Anyways this is another shitty series except with got7 now. Send me feedback
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lady-thor-foster · 7 years
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Oh Captain!// Steve Rogers x Reader (P2)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader Word Count: 2k+ Warning: Language, fluff, smut, unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR WANG BEFORE YOU BANG), slight dry humping, bit of dirty talk, a little Sub!Steve…if you squint and cock your head at a 45 degree angle. Summary: Steve bares all, in more ways than one. How is anyone supposed to resist this god-forsakenly beautiful man? You don’t; you give into temptation and enjoy the ride. Sometimes Steve’s smart mouth gets him into trouble. Bonus: Bruce is so cute when he’s embarrassed.
A/N: I’m still getting the hang of this smut thing so pls bear with me. Idk why tf I’m so damn shy about writing it when I’m sinful as hell irl.  Also bless you @emilyevanston for reminding me that Steve is so much more than just Captain America. Sorry this took so long, hopefully the fic makes up for the long ass wait! Feedback is absolutely appreciated.
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Previously on Oh Captain!
“I have a small confession to make,” Steve murmured against your neck. You were still straddling his lap and nibbling his ear. He was finding it increasingly harder to focus with you grinding into his crotch. You’re going to be the death of me, he thought. The temptation to just throw you on the bed and have his way with you was becoming nearly impossible to resist.
Despite the heated tension in the training room, the mood had softened when you finally made it to Steve’s room. You were surprised to find that you really liked soft and tender Steve. His gentle fingers tracing slow patterns into your skin sent shivers up your spine. His warm lips pressing generous kisses to yours were a slow burn in your veins. There was something so soothing about the steady beat of his heart against yours.
“What’s that?” Your warm breath blew into his ear while you rocked your hips again. Steve swore. You giggled.
“Language, Captain!” you chastised. He groaned and gripped your hips to still them. Confused, you pulled away to look at him. God, he thought, you look so cute with your head cocked like that.
“I—just Steve, please. I’m just Steve here, right now, with you. Just Steve.”  He searched your face for some kind of rejection. He just wanted to be a man for you; the man underneath the mask.
The vulnerability on Steve’s face made you realise that this, whatever was happening between you and Steve, was more than just a one-time hook up. All those months of pent up frustration were just symptoms for an underlying cause. He had fallen for you. He was letting you in; you were getting to meet the man beneath the serum.
You nodded, “Okay…Steve,” you agreed. His answering smile took your breath away.
He was elated. He’d been hiding his feelings for so long; hearing you say you wanted more than just one night with the Captain made his heart soar. Steve never knew something as simple as his own name could sound so beautiful; he craved to hear what it sounded like when you were writhing underneath him.
He kissed you, hard. That slow burning fire in your veins erupted. You matched his passion ounce for ounce and buried your fingers in his short blonde hair. The sharp pleasure of the tugs on his scalp made his body ache with need. Moaning into your mouth, his grip on your hips tightened. You’d wear those finger shaped bruises with blatant pride. His cock pulsated against your throbbing cunt and you gasped, breaking the kiss. Steve grinned wickedly at your sensitivity.
“You like that, pretty girl? You like feeling what you do to me?” The timbre in his voice sent your blood pumping. Who knew Steve Rogers was a talker in bed? He rolled his hips into you, determined to hear you moan again.
“Oh—fuck! Yeah, Stevie!” you whined in approval. He growled in response.
Those sinful lips moved down your neck, leaving heated kisses in their wake. You’d never been too interested in foreplay, but Steven Grant Rogers was singlehandedly changing your mind. He grinded his erection against your sensitive core and it was driving you absolutely insane. Who knew that dry humping could be this fun? His massive hands were surprisingly gentle as they inched under your shirt, etching mindless patterns into your russet brown skin; he was barely touching you and you were a panting mess, writhing in his lap. The teasing had become unbearable; you pushed him away.
“You are wearing far too many clothes,” you stated. That smirk you’d come to adore never left his lips.
“What are you go—,” Steve didn’t have the chance to finish his question before you literally ripped his shirt from his chest. The shock on his face made you giggle bashfully.
“Oops?”
There was no chance to react when Steve lunged and crushed your lips to his. Suddenly, the manic lust from the gym was reignited. He kissed you breathless; it was his turn to rip your clothes from your body. The sound of immodest grunts, needy moans and ripping fabric echoed though the room. His overheated fingertips teasing your soaked cunt in reckless abandon would have absolutely been enough to make you climax right there.  Unfortunately for you, Steve had other ideas. One massive hand secured your body against his; he stood and walked the two of you towards the nearby wall. The cold metal against your bare back made you inhale sharply; Steve made quick work of removing his pants and stepping out of them. A quick glance down rewarded you with one of the most gorgeous cocks you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. Damn; length and girth. He had it all.
Steve would have given up everything without hesitation to keep that deliciously devious grin on your face. Here you were, finally naked in all your glory and he didn’t have any idea how much longer he could hold back. You wrapped your muscular legs around his waist, pressing his now naked erection against your eager cunt. He could feel your arousal running from your aching cunt down his balls. He swore again.
“You kiss your girlfriend with that mouth?” you chastised him.
“God, I hope so.” You pulled him in for a frantic kiss; it was tongues, teeth and no restraint. Gone was the shy man who professed his feelings just moments before.
Steve was drunk off your kisses. If kissing you felt this good, he was almost afraid to know how good the rest of you felt. Almost. The sensation of his thickness shamelessly grinding against you set your body alight with desire. Enough was enough, you both needed more.
“Steve…holy shit…just fuck me!” you moaned. How could he resist such a needy command? You were so thoroughly aroused that your cunt offered no resistance to his sudden intrusion. Fuck. He stretched you in all the right ways; no one else could ever compare to this ecstasy. You hadn’t even orgasmed yet and you were already addicted to his cock. Biting your bottom lip, you fought to keep yourself quiet. Steve’s watchful gaze didn’t miss a thing; he reached up to gently tug your lip from your teeth.
“I wanna hear you scream, darlin’,” he whispered. You briefly wondered if he was actually trying to kill you. Well, there are certainly worse ways to go.
Steve Rogers gave new meaning to the term ‘fucked thoroughly’. Long, deep and hard strokes guaranteed you wouldn’t be able to move tomorrow without remembering exactly what he’d done to you.  Every noise you made was a sonata to his ears. You were so responsive to his fingers, his lips, and his cock. He hissed, relishing the exquisite pain of your nails harshly raking down his arms, leaving angry welts in their place. You’d staked your claim. Using his shoulders and the wall for support, you met his hard rhythm, thrust for thrust. The sound of his grunts filled your ears, bringing you closer to the edge of blissful eruption.
“You feel so good wrapped around me like that, pretty girl. So good.” Meeting his intensely lustful gaze, you couldn’t respond with anything more than a high pitched whine. Steve made a mental note: dirty talk, a definite turn on.
“You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you doll?”
You closed your eyes in ecstasy, “Fucking shit, yes!
“You like hearing me tell you how good your pretty little cunt takes my cock?”
“Christ, Steve!”
“You gonna come for me, darlin? You gonna come on my cock like a good girl?” he asked. You snapped your eyes open in defiance. ‘Good girl’ my ass, you thought.
“Oh, I’m anything but a ‘good girl’, Rogers.”
Before he could digest your meaning, you used the momentum of his thrust to push against the wall and send you both tumbling to the floor. Surprise coloured his features as he drank in the sight of you straddling his waist. Fuck.
“Jesus, Y/N. You really going to be the death of me.”
“I’m just getting started.”
Interlocking your fingers with his, you pinned his hands above his head and rode him treacherously slow. Steve didn’t know what turned him on more: the fact that you were on top of him, riding him for all he was worth or that you’d successfully subdued him without any resistance.
You could tell by the way he gazed at you that Steve wasn’t sure what to make of this new development. You were so used to him being in charge all the time; it felt good to be the one with the power. From this angle, his cock reached even deeper and it was paradise. He moaned your name. It was the sweetest sound you’d ever heard. Bouncing faster onto him, you rode your way to a mind numbing orgasm.
“You love when I ride you like this, don’t you Stevie?” He looked away and bit his lip, unsure of how to respond. He’d never been in this position before; submission was a shiny toy he’d never thought he’d get to play with. Gripping his jaw fiercely in your hand, you forced him to meet your gaze.
“Answer me, Rogers,” you commanded.
“Fuck! Yes, I love it. I’m sorry, I love it!” He looked so good between your thighs; you could climax from the sight alone.
“Such a good boy for me, Stevie,” you praised. He whined in response. Your orgasm was fast approaching. Reaching up to tease your nipples, you bounced harder. Steve gripped your hips almost painfully to meet your rapid thrusts. You were a magnificent sight to behold.
“Shit! Y/N, I’m gonna—,” he warned.
“Cum for me, Stevie,” you told him.
He erupted inside of you. The feeling of his climax sent you hurtling into your own. Pleasure gripped you so ferociously you could hardly breathe. Steve’s vision danced with stars. Your walls clenched so tightly around his cock, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to dislodge himself. He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to. Collapsing into his chest, you both fought to catch your breath and return to reality. Steve’s gentle fingers helped to soothe the aftershocks of your explosive orgasm. You both laid there in peaceful silence, neither eager to disconnect.
“Holy shit,” you finally whispered. His chest rumbled with a surprised chuckle.
“I’m not sure there are words in any language to describe how fantastic that was,” he whispered back.
A sharp knock at the door startled you both apart. Leaping to his feet, Steve quickly pulled on his previously discarded boxers and pants. It was at this point that you realised he’d completely shredded your clothes. Dammit, Rogers. Picking up your torn clothing, you gave him a pointed look. He grinned sheepishly at you; walking to his closet, he retrieved a long flannel shirt and handed it to you.   After making sure you were at least semi presentable, Steve opened the door. A very embarrassed Bruce Banner was waiting to greet him.
“Uh…Stark needs your help with something in the briefing room,” Banner said while refusing to meet his gaze. His efforts to avoid staring at a half-naked Captain America were seemingly in vain once his gaze accidently fell on you. He swore softly. Blushing, you endeavoured to smooth your hair in a futile attempt to look less ‘well-fucked’. Steve just shook his head and sighed in resignation.
“Could you tell Stark I’ll be there in 20?” he asked. Banner nodded his head once and walked way as quickly as he could. Chuckling softly, Steve closed the door.
“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now,” you joked. He laughed louder this time.
Stepping over your collective mess, Steve pulled you in for a tender kiss. “I know we did this kind of backwards, but what do you say to dinner, doll?”
“Only if we get to have dessert afterwards,” you winked. His boisterous laughter echoed through the room.
“How could I say no to my best girl?”
End P2
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notholaenas · 7 years
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@2-2-21 tagged me, thank you lovely♡
- Ultimate bias(es): I must say Jackson Wang. When I first saw him I knew he was the ONE.
- Top 3 groups: boys: BTS, GOT7, SF9; girls: I only listen to some of their songs but Black Pink, 2ne1, IU (she’s a godess)
- 3 favorite songs: my current fave is 잼잼 by IU, Tomorrow by BTS (I’m discovering their less famous songs, it’s really fun) and Monster by EXO
- What do you like to do in your free time: reading (rn I don’t really have time to read books so mostly fanfics), listening to music (I’m streaming a 1950’s rock radio these days, it’s actually a great background noise for basically any activity), worrying 24/7 bc of my exams so idek why did I wrote so many things here
- Are there any places you would like to visit that you haven’t already visited?: I have tons of places I want to visit but if I have to choose one I’d say Iceland.
- Do you have a dream job?: astronomer 100%
- If you could meet ANY Korean Celebrity (Includes actors, models, artists, etc.), who would it be?: Park Jimin (mostly to feel his squishy cheeks)(I probably won’t do anything else, maybe cry a little)
- What do you love most about your bias group/s?: I appreciate how dedicated they are. The determination of Rapmon and Jin to learn how to dance and JK to improve his language skills, the way how Jimin and Suga exhaust themselves to reach perfection, and the bubbly personality of Hoseok and Tae. I just love how deeply they care about their fans and try to give their best even on shitty days. They all have their unique talent and the way they complete each other, like they’re meant to be together..im emotional sorry
- Who are your ultimate bias wreckers?: ugh., well long time ago it was Jiminie but then Jeon Jungkook happened. That boy gives me hard times (I thought I was a loyal stan)(sorry Suga♡)
- What do you wish for the most to happen?: i want to get rid off all of the difficulties I’m facing rn and truly enjoy the things which are given for me
- When did you get into Kpop and How?: it’s my favourite story. It happened idk a few months ago (I’m a young stan). One day I saw that the #bangtan is trending on tumblr the xth time of the week so I decided to take a look what it actually was. I remember reblogging a gifset of Taehyung bc I thought he was cute (and it turned out ot was a few days before his birthday) but that’s all. Later I watched a video on fb about the 100 most handsome male of 2k16. And boi.; around the 30th an angel-faced baby caught my attention. And wasn’t it Kim Taehyung again? that was the sign for me to actually search them on Youtube and after that k-pop swallowed me so yeah, thanks Tae for ruining my life 🙂
- What made you decide to have a tumblr blog?: I found it cool and idk it probably had fandom reasons (Harry Potter, I believe)
- Favorite Colour?: i love plum and baby blue.
- Favorite Animal?: fox
- What are your interests?: books, astronomy, music (from classical to underground rap), achitecture
- Would you prefer movies or music?: I prefer both
- What would you like to achieve (or experience) before the age of 60?: I want to see the ocean, become a great vet, find my partner for life, see how the Earth looks like from space in reality, take a look at aurora borealis at least once. and have my own family which I can take care of (even tho I’m capable of burning down a house while ‘cooking’ and not good with kids)
I’m not tagging anyone mostly bc idk who’s into k-pop therefore everyone is invited to do it, just tag me bc I want to know you better ♡
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When I said I would block you,,,, There’s a lot more than one way to get blocked. Anyway, I’m putting this under a read more bc I hate you and it’s long. If you want to know more about me than strictly necessary then click read more, rip in pieces to those on mobile.
Also: I W I N
200: My crush’s name is:No one,,, or is it (lol it’s no one)199: I was born in: Ireland, 1998198: I am really: Annoying, probably197: My cellphone company is: 3 mobile196: My eye color is: Blue195: My shoe size is: 5194: My ring size is: IDK?? I have my Cladddagh ring but I don’t remember193: My height is: 5′‘2192: I am allergic to: nothing191: My 1st car was: I can’t drive190: My 1st job was: babysitter189: Last book you read: Foster (it’s shit)188: My bed is: A double bed?? really comfy?? I have no parameters here187: My pet: I don’t have one186: My best friend: Emma, a certified Dork185: My favorite shampoo is: Elvive, it has glitter184: Xbox or ps3: Xbox183: Piggy banks are: Cool??182: In my pockets: I’m in pajamas181: On my calendar: nothing all week save Graduation on Thursday180: Marriage is: Coolio 179: Spongebob can: be happy, levae him be178: My mom: is coolio177: The last three songs I bought were? Decpacito, Issues, and Horns176: Last YouTube video watched: Vine compilations, sue me175: How many cousins do you have? Too Many, family reunions are wild174: Do you have any siblings? 4 bothers and one sister173: Are your parents divorced? Yes172: Are you taller than your mom? Yes171: Do you play an instrument? *Flashbacks to recorder practice* It’s required in Ireland so yeah170: What did you do yesterday? Went shopping and bought my graduation outfit[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: yes (I’m a mushy person don’t drag me)168: Luck: yes, Luck of The Irish, I’ve never had it, but it’s there167: Fate: Yes, it’s fate I’m gonna kick ur ass166: Yourself: N O165: Aliens: yes, I wanna fuck superman, I have to believe164: Heaven: ??163: Hell:???162: God:?????161: Horoscopes: yeah I’m a Leo (August 19th, mark your calender)160: Soul mates: Yes 159: Ghosts: Fuck yeah, my firends house is haunted158: Gay Marriage: I’m a bisexual,,,, so Y E S157: War: No (?)156: Orbs: *flashbacks to fanfics* … don’t…155: Magic: Y E S[ This or That ]  (I’m bisexual,,,,, why u asking me to choose) 154: Hugs or Kisses: Kisses!153: Drunk or High: Drunk152: Phone or Online: Online151: Red heads or Black haired: Black hair 150: Blondes or Brunettes: blondes149: Hot or cold: Cold148: Summer or winter: Winter147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn146: Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate145: Night or Day: Night144: Oranges or Apples: Apples143: Curly or Straight hair: Straight142: McDonald’s or Burger King: McDonald’s141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk Chocolate140: Mac or PC: PC139: Flip flops or high heels: High Heels138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and poor137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke136: Hillary or Obama: Obama135: Burried or cremated: Buried, I’m taking part in the skeleton war134: Singing or Dancing: Singing133: Coach or Chanel: Coach132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: Who (???)131: Small town or Big city: big city130: Wal-Mart or Target: I’m Irish129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure127: East Coast or West Coast:I’m Irish126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas125: Chocolate or Flowers: Cocolate124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney (tf is six flags??)123: Yankees or Red Sox: I’m Irish[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: My brothers are all in the army, this is v Yikes121: George Bush: Did 9/11120: Gay Marriage: Let us marry!!119: The presidential election: Stupid118: Abortion: Let them have it, it’s not my decision117: MySpace: Oldie but goodie116: Reality TV: Stupid, but entertaining115: Parents: Love my step dad, I’m a daddy’s girl lmao114: Back stabbers: [eye emojis]113: Ebay: Don’t use it much112: Facebook: Good, I guess111: Work: I’m a lazy binch110: My Neighbors: Nosy!! They look in our windows when we’re out109: Gas Prices: I don’t drive108: Designer Clothes: Look fancy107: College: I plan on going to one106: Sports: Quidditch I love, not so sure on everything else105: My family: OK, a little nasty sometimes, v petty, esp my brothers104: The future: The what???[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: Like this morning?102: Last time you ate: I’m eating an apple rn101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Last week I saw my aunt100: Cried in front of someone: Last Thursday 99: Went to a movie theater: Lke a week ago98: Took a vacation: way too long ago97: Swam in a pool: Years96: Changed a diaper: Not long enough ago95: Got my nails done: Ages ago94: Went to a wedding: Last year93: Broke a bone: 5 years ago (my school shaded me, another story for another time)92: Got a peircing: 3 years ago91: Broke the law: I downloaded music illegally yesterday90: Texted: yesterday[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: My friend Molly88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: My Coffee machine87: The last movie I saw: Gaurdians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2 (I was forced)86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: The end of my exams85: The thing im not looking forward to: My exams84: People call me: Abbey, Abbs, Dabbey Hufflepuff (100% real)83: The most difficult thing to do is: Study82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: I don’t drive81: My zodiac sign is: Leo80: The first person i talked to today was: My mum79: First time you had a crush: I was like 8, he was my brothers best friend, he gave me a valentines card and I told him to go away bc I couldn’t handle it78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: My mum77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Idk??76: Right now I am talking to: The GC75: What are you going to do when you grow up: something stupid, probably74: I have/will get a job: IDK??73: Tomorrow: School72: Today: Study71: Next Summer: Exams, then England for a while70: Next Weekend: Dying slowly, from a hangover69: I have these pets: None68: The worst sound in the world: ‘moist’67: The person that makes me cry the most is: Myself binch66: People that make you happy:my mutuals (yes even u you shitstain)65: Last time I cried: last Thursday64: My friends are: a little mean, v condescending63: My computer is: HP62: My School: Is becoming a gaelscoil and I can’t deal lmao61: My Car: I don’t have one60: I lose all respect for people who: Shout at me/fake ask ppl out59: The movie I cried at was: Lion King, Marley and Me58: Your hair color is: Brown with some blonde57: TV shows you watch: Shadowhunters, Avatar, Legend of Korra + many more56: Favorite web site: This blue hell, or youtube55: Your dream vacation: America54: The worst pain I was ever in was: When I broke my arm, that shit hurt53: How do you like your steak cooked: Well Done52: My room is: Messy, kind of51: My favorite celebrity is: I can’t choose don’t do me dirt like this50: Where would you like to be: America!49: Do you want children: IDK48: Ever been in love: Hah nooooo47: Who’s your best friend: Emma46: More guy friends or girl friends: Girl friends45: One thing that makes you feel great is: Sleeping44: One person that you wish you could see right now: My niece, Ella43: Do you have a 5 year plan: No, I don’t even know what I’m doing in 5 mins42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: No41: Have you pre-named your children: No40: Last person I got mad at: Myself, my friend Mia 39: I would like to move to: America38: I wish I was a professional: Sleeper[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: Chocolate36: Vehicle: IDK35: President: Mary, she was good34: State visited: i’M iRISH33: Cellphone provider: 332: Athlete: N O31: Actor: NO30: Actress:also no29: Singer: again no28: Band: I HAVE NO TALENTS OKAY27: Clothing store: Penneys26: Grocery store: Tesco25: TV show: Shadowhunters24: Movie: I don’t have a fave, don’t do me dirt23: Website: This blue hell, or youtube22: Animal: A Sugar Glider21: Theme park: ???20: Holiday: I’d like to go to America19: Sport to watch: Quidditch18: Sport to play: none lol17: Magazine: none16: Book: Harry Potter15: Day of the week: Saturday14: Beach: Loch Luch13: Concert attended: none12: Thing to cook: Pasta Bake11: Food: Curry10: Restaurant: Blue Ocean9: Radio station: Today FM8: Yankee candle scent: Lavender7: Perfume: Princess- Vera Wang6: Flower: Violet5: Color: Purple4: Talk show host:Ryan Tubridy3: Comedian: Darragh O’Brien2: Dog breed: A Newfie!! We used to breed Newfoundlands!!1: Did you answer all these truthfully?  Yes (kind of)
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