S u m m o n e d

{ trigger warning, some nsfw and possible noncon/dubcon }

“Had a bit much to drink? You could hardly stand.”

“Were you robbed or is kinky foreplay gone wrong the reason you’re tied up?”

“My, what have we here?”

“You look nervous. What’s wrong?”

“I think you might have been drugged.”

“There’s no hiding how hot and bothered you are, darling…”

“You’re burning up and in no condition to be walking about, get to bed.”

“Are you still awake? Maybe the drug wasn’t strong enough…”

“When I saw you looking so helpless, I just couldn’t resist…”

“You shouldn’t be walking all alone this time of night. There’s dangerous people around. Who knows what might happen…”

“Heh. And how do you plan to stop me?”

“I’ll strap you down nice and tight… It’ll be fun watching you squirm.”

“Are you crying?”

“Struggle all you want, cutie.”

“I’m n-not drunk, I only had a couple of drinks.”

“Put me down, I can walk!”

“Mind untying me?”

“I feel kinda… dizzy…”

“I might be coming down with something.”

“Stay back…”

“W-why can’t I move?”

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Really, I’m fine.”

“Apparently the brownies I ate were a bit… special.”

“I can’t get up…”

“Who’s there?”

“No, don’t let them take me!”

ACTIONS - ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

*Accidentally spills [[SPECIFY HERE]] on you*

*Slaps you*

*Kisses you on the lips*

*Bites your lip*

*Rubs your shoulders*

*Dumps ice water over your head*

*Winks at you*

*Flips hair at you*

*Throws a ball of paper towards you*

*Hands you a note, inside it says [[SPECIFY HERE]]*

*Slams the door shut behind you*

*Storms out of the room*

*Wraps my arms around you from behind*

*Kisses your neck*

*Nibbles on your earlobe*

*Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear*

*Strokes your hair*

*Caresses your cheek*

*Holds you in my arms*

QUOTES - PICK UP LINES EDITION

“You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I see you like cardio… wanna go back to my place and do it together?”

“I’m sorry, but I just received a call for you. From heaven? I think they’re missing an angel.”

“Hold my hand? I’m afraid I’m getting lost in your eyes.”

“Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.”

“Are you a pokemon? Because I’d like to peek-at-chu.”

“If I had a dollar for every beautiful girl/guy I saw tonight, I’d have one dollar. Because the only beautiful girl/guy in here is you.”

“Maybe I could show you my [[SPECIFY ITEM]] collection. It’s back at my house, so we’d have to go there but…”

*Spills a drink on your shirt* “I’m so sorry! But if it’s any reassurance, I think that top would look better on my bedroom floor anyways.”

QUOTES - STRANGERS EDITION

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

“I don’t know you, but thanks.”

“You’re a very nice guy/girl, you know that?”

“We only just met… but I’d really like to see you again.”

“Do you think you could move your ass out of my friend’s seat?”

“It’s none of your business. We just met.”

“Hey I’m [[NAME HERE]] and my crazy ex-girlfriend/boyfriend is here and I was wondering if you’d pretend to date me so I can get them off my back?”

“I’m so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich.”

“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”

QUOTES - WORKPLACE EDITION

“Did you get that email I sent you last night?”

“No, I’m serious. She/he brought a flask to work.”

“I overheard the boss and I think you’re about to be put up for a promotion!”

“I know what you’ve got in that top drawer.”

“I can’t believe you’re drunk at work.”

“You know, most people watch porn at home.”

“Your Netflix binge is using up all the broadband.”

“Stop torrenting, asshole! I have a report to send off to Japan in an hour and I can’t even open Gmail!”

“If you spent half as much time on doing your job as you do on World on Warcraft, maybe you’d have a chance at a promotion too.”

“You’ve been working here for 6 years and you don’t know where the break room is?”

QUOTES - SCHOOL EDITION

“Didn’t you hear? [[NAME HERE]] and [[NAME HERE]] hooked up last night!”

“We lost the playoffs.”

“The girls team beat the boys!”

“I heard he/she got called into the principal’s office.”

“Apparently the swim team had an orgy after hours.”

“I heard they were fucking in the bathroom.”

“She/he’s been paying people to do their homework!”

“She/he fell running in the hallway and knocked out a few teeth.”

“I can’t believe we’re graduating this year.”

“Being a freshman sucks.”

“I slept with a sophomore last weekend.”

“She/he told me they were a junior!”

“Why are those freshmen staring at you?”

“Is there a reason everyone suddenly knows your name overnight?”

“How come everyone suddenly knows who I am?”

“Did you tell them about my [[INSERT SECRET HERE]]?!”

“I can’t believe you hooked up with my boyfriend/girlfriend.”

“I definitely failed that test.”

“I got an A on my essay!”

QUOTES - SASS EDITION

“Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out.”

“I’m sorry, but my number of fucks to give has officially reached a negative number.”

“Uranus called and said I’m huge and in the way.”

“I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”

“What’s the difference between a dolphin and you? Dolphins have brains.”

“Just because that’s mistletoe hanging above us doesn’t mean I’m going to kiss you.”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”

QUOTES - ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION

“You know I’m right! I’m always right!”

“Shut up. Just shut up!”

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

“You’re lying.”

“I can’t believe you’d say that. Even in an argument, that was low of you.”

“I can’t look at you.”

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“If you say one more word, I swear…”

“Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Now I know why people think you’re neurotic.”

“You must be crazy.”

“I’m not backing down.”

“You can’t hide the truth forever, you know.”

“What’s your issue?”

“You make me so angry.”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

QUOTES - LOVERS EDITION

“And… and I love you! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”

“I don’t know how to say it. But you know what I’m trying to say, right?”

“I’ve never been good at this. I don’t do relationships. But I… I want to try with you.”

“You’re the one that I want.”

“I don’t care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”

“Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Every minute of every day. I could be standing in the shower or cooking breakfast, but you’re still the only thought on my mind.”

“I want to wake up next to you, everyday for the rest of my life.”

“I’ve always been afraid of commitment, okay? That’s why I sleep around.”

“I’ve never wanted to give love a try until now.”

“Please, don’t leave me.”

“I need you more than you will ever know.”

“I love you more than I could ever express in words.”

QUOTES - DRUNK AND KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR EDITION

*Starts singing [[SPECIFY SONG NAME]] outside your door/window*

“I didn’t fuck him/her, I swear!”

“I brought vodka and ice cream.”

“You left your anal beads at my house. Wait… no, they’re just normal mardi gras beads.”

“I can’t believe you went without me!”

“I love you, I love you so much and you just don’t see it. What am I supposed to do?”

“I know you’re sad and upset. Let me be your distraction! I want to be your distraction!”

“I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Let me in! I think I’m gonna throw up.”

QUOTES - NSFW EDITION

“What do you think about this outfit?”

“Bend over.”

“It’s not going to get up by itself, you know.”

“I thought you’d be bigger.”

“Where did we leave those damned handcuffs?”

“I can’t find my vibrator.”

“Just set your phone on vibrate!”

“I want to fuck you until you’re raw and shaking.”

“That’s it… do a little striptease for me.”

“You can watch… but you can’t touch.”

“Be quiet! They’re going to hear us.”

“And get this… the new toy? It glows in the dark.”

“I’ve got two flavours. Cherry or fruit punch?”

“I want to be on top.”

“That is one fine ass.”

“You look like a screamer.”

“Let me tie you up.”

“What’ll our safeword be?”

“I love making you squirm.”

“Not my neck! It’s summer, I can’t wear a turtleneck in the sun.”

TEXTS - DRUNK EDITION

[TEXT] You dumped me for HIM/HER?

[TEXT] I can’t stop listening to our song.

[TEXT] My pillow still smells like you.

[TEXT] You left your cologne when you moved out. I used it up.

[TEXT] Do you even love me?

[TEXT] What happened to us?

[TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.

[TEXT] IM26C4U.

[TEXT] You never gave a shit about me.

[TEXT] I couldn’t care less.

[TEXT] Now you know how it feels.

[TEXT] I still love you.

[TEXT] I can’t stop thinking about all the times you told me you loved me… and wondering if they were lies.

TEXTS - NSFW EDITION

[TEXT] You can’t have me if you can’t even get the three C’s. Chocolates, champagne, and candles.

[TEXT] I’m in the bath… come join me?

[TEXT] Don’t tease. You know I like it rough.

[TEXT] Bed, counter, or floor?

[TEXT] If you can get here in five minutes I’ll suck you off first.

[TEXT] What do you think about threesomes? And, what about foursomes?

[TEXT] You’ve been naughty, I’m going to punish you.

[TEXT] I can’t believe you just sent me that. I’m at work/school!

TEXTS - EMERGENCY EDITION

[TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.

[TEXT] ______ got injured during their game and I’m waiting with them at the hospital but I can’t do this alone.

[TEXT] Did you know your mother/father is at the hospital right now??

[TEXT] I was cleaning out the garage and I’m stuck under some boxes!! Please help before the spiders get me.

<<CUT>> Heh. Jun called himself a cliche at the end of the story, and he scoffed and glanced away. Morgan reached out to place his hand atop the other male’s. “Wouldn’t worry about that too much. The reason why somethin’s cliche is ‘cause it happens a lot, but it happens a lot ‘cause it works. Right?” There was a smile there, even if Jun wasn’t facing him to see it. The bus rolled into view and Morgan pulled his hand away as if he’d be judged for it if he were caught. It wouldn’t have been entirely out of place for someone to suggest they all ‘act natural’. Jun reached over to pick up his things, reminding Morgan that he hadn’t had things of his own to carry except the basics in his pockets and the bottle he’d been drinking from previously. Boarding wasn’t too big a deal in that case. Morgan paid for both their tickets, and they wandered down the aisle close to the back end of the bus. The blond picked a window seat; he couldn’t be denied his habit of looking out of the window and taking in scenery. It was exactly what he did as soon as he got comfortable– he vaguely noticed Jun sitting beside him. Or, wait, was it? The person beside him was so quiet, what if it wasn’t–? He turned to look just as Jun looked up and made a noise. Strange but perfect timing. “What? I didn’t say anything,” Morgan replied in a quiet voice, but he couldn’t help the thought that the other male could tell something was up. “Just… makin’ sure you were next to me, is all.” Didn’t hurt to be honest there.

   There had been a slight offset from just a moment ago. He wasn’t sure how to process what Morgan had done: He’d registered the brush of a hand on top of his, and at first, he was confused, but, quickly it had turned into happiness.      To have his hand close to another’s, it felt good. He felt comforted by it. Almost giddy, in fact. Though his face turned away more, he couldn’t hide the small smile that tugged at his lips. Why did he have to be so damned shy..?! But, he needed to wait. Give it some time, see how their friendship panned out. That was when he recognized the bus coming. It was time to leave, and move along. Besides... They needed to wait. Give it some time, don’t be blind.

     He let his arms fall, and crossed them against his chest instead, now leaning against the back of the seat. Jun still wasn’t quite sure how to keep conversation going, especially now that he was somewhat flustered. He’d talked about himself. Where he was from, what he liked to do. What he did for work. There could be talk of distastes but that was never a ‘good’ topic so to say. He just couldn’t think straight...! He was dazed by earlier, when they’d touched, in that fleeting moment, he felt something he was vaguely familiar with. It was as if his conscious reached out, trying to pick at something. It was not enough to call forth something of interest, however.       As he thought on it, he wondered, had he tried to pick out a memory again? Surely, that feeling was the same he’d triggered a few times before. But at least, this time, he wasn’t successful. Would they have noticed? It wasn’t worth bringing that up though… Was it? So long as he didn’t mention it, he’d be okay, at least, he could only pray. He didn’t want to risk anything now.       “ Morgan…? “ There was a second or two given to see for a reaction, but once given consideration once more, Jun’s gaze fell again as he glanced down to the floor. How could he forget his thought that quick? Jun could only chalk it up to his nervousness. He picked up his face to show a nervous smirk, not shy enough to hide that. He could at least admit he forgot what he was going to say.  “ … It slipped by me. Sorry.”      To break the awkwardness, Jun figured he’d remind himself of what he needed to do. He then leaned down and grabbed his back, shuffling through it to find a scrunchy, putting his hair up before finding his tiny notebook. He used this to keep track of orders, and today was simply a supply pick up it seemed. His pack was mainly empty except for the laptop for this reason. There was mainly strings and reeds to pick up, and that all could be carried in his bag.

                  — S u ᴍ ᴍ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ — So ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜʀɴs ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ                        ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ Mᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs, Aᴛᴛᴀcᴛʜᴍᴇɴᴛs                                      Tʜᴇʏ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

During their talk, Yingjun had scooped up his fedora and slipped it back on. After years of wearing it, he didn’t like being without it in front of strangers. Though now he felt he wasn’t quite a stranger with Morgan, he still was impulsive about having it on his person. 

Much to his surprise, Morgan offered instead. They didn’t really have to… But it was quite a wonderful thought that he’d be willing to go out of way. Normally, he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, but he had to subdue the urge to interject. As much as he was happy of the offer, he was humble, and didnt want to accept it: It would just be better to remain quiet on that matter and keep the conversation moving, to a new topic.

When given a question in return, Jun’s hand raise to his face, covering his lips for a couple seconds as he lowered his gaze, perhaps in embarrassment. How could he ask that so quickly? He’d grown up thinking that was a bad idea, due to the negative stigma of society and the media. Would it be okay if he did invite them over…? After a couple more seconds of consideration, he rose his face once more, though his thumb still sat against his lower lip. He was almost childish in a sense, and he understood he had those tendencies, though he didn’t care to suppress them.

   “Well, that’s only if you’d be okay with it…”

If only he had the gall to be blunt honest. Of course he wanted to take them home! Who in their right mind could deny this chance? Let alone, there was a possibility that he couldn’t deny.

After a moment of pondering, and checking Morgan out some more, the wind suddenly kicked up, nearly taking his fedora off, but he quickly reached up to hold it. His dark locks brushed against his neck and shoulders, as he glimpsed around. The forecast had called for rain and possible storms in the evening, and while he had been working on his report, he hadn’t noticed the incoming clouds. To his discerning eye, a storm was brewing. To others, it may have simply looked like normal clouds were moving in to create an overcast.     Turning his gaze back to Morgan, he offered a gentle smile, then let his hand fall back into his lap. Jun secretly wondered, was he photogenic in any way? He’d gotten comments now and then about how he could instill awe, that people easily remembered him, the way he acted and how he held himself. If that was the case, did that prove to embed a memory at all?

   Deep down, he felt a wish coming to light; A hope that the two of them would get to spend much time together, and be close. Even if that form of close was just Good Friends, he’d be accepting of that. However, he still wanted the two of them to be together, as a relationship. There would be no rush, at least, he’d try not to, but he sincerely hoped it would work out.    From this first meeting, he already recognized a spark, one he thought that had he put out long ago. Where he had been heartbroken several times, he had given up, but now? He felt like he could take on the world. This felt different, it felt right.

                   He prayed his heart would guide him the right way this time.

    “.. Thank you, Morgan. I know this will sound needy or selfish. But I’d been hoping for someone like you. I would like to think it was fate that brought us to meet, or perhaps sheer chance. Whatever you’d like to believe. But whatever it was, I’m glad you decided to stop. At the very least, I hope that in our time together tonight, we’ll get to know each other better.”

He could hardly contain himself while he spoke. He was trying to be gentle, honest, and set his right foot forward, but inwardly, he was screaming. How did he get so lucky?! What did he do to deserve this? Surely, his bad background wasn’t pleasant, but Fate didn’t need to send him a one-man pity party. This had to be chance, and, at that, what were the chances of this actually becoming a friendship that he’ll never forget? Theoretically, from what he’d gathered so far, it was a very high chance. Yet, with all the paths they could take from here to their departure, it was very possible that he’d do something wrong and ruin his chances, too. A prayer had already been spoken on that behalf, so remind himself to remain calm and be himself.

The two of them had spent more time chatting at the bus stop, their discussions flopping around from topic to topic. Jun wasn’t very good at holding conversation, but he was at least enthusiastic about keeping it going, so he answered whatever was thrown his way. One topic brought up was about where he was from. There wasn’t too much to his background, but some would take pity upon his childhood. Born to a mid-level family, he did grow up decently until his adolescent years. It was then that he learned a slew of lies that his folks told him, and he became rebellious, quickly earning hatred from his parents. At Fourteen, he began being threatened with eviction. At Fifteen, he got exactly that, and was put on the streets. Despite this, Yingjun put up with it and learned how to live on the streets, doing anything he could to get money. After a few months on the streets, he met another homeless man who introduced him to the guitar. It was then that he found his work passion. From then on, instead of wandering, Yingjun took it upon himself to apply to all the music stores he could find in neighboring towns, and eventually wound up getting an offer from the current store he worked at. For the first year, he was paid under the counter due to not being legal yet, and in that time, he was quick to befriend the family that ran the store. It was in his early Sixteenth year, while he was giving them info so they could legally employ him, that they learned he had no residence. Out of the kindness of their hearts, they allowed him to stay with them instead of on the streets. It was the first act of kindness he received from that homeless man that gave him the guitar that he began to straighten himself up and try to be the man he wanted to be, not who he was influenced to become.

   “It’s hard to look back and think I came from that shitty background. Even I find myself doubting it some days. I used to feel like nothing could ever be enough, that I would forever be stuck at Rock Bottom. But, That man cured me of my blindness. I came to see the world in a new light, and now, I feel like.. Like I’m on top of the world. I can do anything if I wish it. … God, I sound so.. Cliche!” A small grunt was given as he scoffed and glanced away, trying to put his attention elsewhere. He didn’t think of ever telling someone these details ever since he cleaned himself up, but, he felt he could trust Morgan. There was something special between them, and he knew this would be confidential. But at the same time, it felt wrong that he had such a start. 

    And just in time, the bus was coming down the street, and came into his view. Shooting a small glare for a second, Jun then leaned over, making sure his backpack was zipped up before picking it up. That was good timing, at least, as Jun was about to sit in silence. He didnt really have much more to say, and he didn’t want to continue looking sappy.

    Given a moment, the bus pulled up and released its air brakes, then the door opened. Blurs of people began to file out, going on their own ways. Getting to his feet, Jun then turned to Morgan and offered a slightly embarrassed smile. “Well.. After you. You did say you wanted to treat me, after all. I’ll follow you~.”

   And so, the two of them boarded. Morgan was kind enough to keep to his word, and paid for the both of them. Following Morgan closely, he waited for them to pick an empty seat, then they both moved into it, getting comfy. Once Jun was sat down, he set his backpack on the floor between his legs and then leaned down, letting his hands come together, fingertips touching and spread out. He was a bit slow due to today’s work, and it was catching up with him.

    Then he remembered: He wasn’t alone. He was so used to taking this bus that it was a habit to just hunker down and forget about the world. Dark hues rose from their position to gaze at Morgan, who was probably watching him.

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