#[just wrote all those tags] dudes I’m so sorry there’s just a wall of text in the tags now

[turtle-trash]

I know no one asked but here’s the moves the nimbasa trio have in the au where they’re pokemon

[kjhmyg]

rough edges pt. 6 (m)

pairing: jungkook | (f) reader genre: college!au, badboy!jk, fluffy too :(  warnings: mentions of drugs, unprotected sex, cursing, violence, alcohol, drinking, death, manhandling, college parties, boys lol  word count: 10.7K

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author’s note: hello i love u. first of all welcome to  ♡ libra season ♡ sorry this took so long; it feels kinda short so maybe i’ll post a short 1k chapter next week (part 6.5). i wrote the last half of the last part like an hour ago i hope i didnt make any big grammatical errors or typos lol. also dedicating this to my friend haru who i miss loads.

RE asks tag

What was a red mark on Jungkook’s cheek, has now turned purple-ish. He promises it doesn’t hurt anymore but you notice him mindlessly touching it at times. So you kiss it very gently each time you say goodbye and he doesn’t stop you.

With one arm around over the back of your chair, he’s feeding himself fries with the other. You lean against his shoulder, watching as he nibbles away. “Can’t keep your eyes off me huh?” He mutters.

“You know I can’t.” You admit, giggling into quick, continuous pecks. He lingers on a little longer on the last one like he always does.

“Will you guys save it for the bedroom?” Jimin asks, face twisted in disgust. He doesn’t really care, but it’s fun to tease Jungkook. “Gross.”

“Gross is you dipping fries in your coke.” Hana shakes her head at the soaked fry between his thumb and index finger.

"Don't be mad you don't have refined taste in food like me." He shoots back. “A soaked fry has equal parts sweet and salty.”

“You’re just gross.”

Hana’s realised it doesn’t take much to get under his skin and is enjoying every bit of it. The irony is that it always starts with Jimin trying to get under Jungkook’s skin. Next to Jimin, Taehyung’s phone has his undivided attention. In fact, he’s been rather quiet today, spending the last five minutes or so frowning at his screen.

“Tae, you alright?”

“No.” He sighs, finally looking up. “I have to get a job.”

“...And?”

“Well I don’t want to.” He says simply. “Can’t believe my parents are cutting off my allowance because I spend too much.” He uses air quotes.

Except for Jimin, the rest of you only manage blank stares, unable to sympathise with his first world problem. "Yeah, I’m sure those thousand dollar Balenciaga sneakers you got last week have nothing to do with it.” Jungkook says.

“Jungkook. They were limited edition.”

“A thousand dollars?” You say. “What the hell dude.”

“Okay can we stop talking about the past and focus on the present?” Leaning back against his chair and looking into the distance, Jimin places a comforting hand on his shoulder

“Don’t worry, we’ll find you a nice job.” Jimin says and he lets out a tiny whine, throwing his head back.

That’s when it hits you. You have no idea how, but it does. And you have no idea if it’ll work but you’re doing it anyway.

A clueless Hana raises a brow in question at the sudden look of mischief you give her. She braces herself for whatever you’re about to do, equally curious and worried. “Actually, you should apply at our café.” You say to Taehyung.

“They’re hiring?”

“Well not yet.” Turning back to her, you widen your eyes slightly, prompting Hana to play along. She quickly does, noticing Jungkook watching her over your shoulder. “I’m leaving soon so they’ll definitely need a replacement.”

“You’re quitting?” Jungkook asks, sitting up straight. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” The little head shake you give isn’t enough to convince him. “I just wanna work somewhere else. Anyway, you’d like working there Tae. It’s nice.” The other boy perks up, seemingly interested.

Hana agrees, explaining the details of your work and what it’s like there. While they talk, Jungkook squeezes your shoulder to get your attention, “Are you sure nothing happened? Creeps harassing you again?”

“No, really.” You say, hand over his cheek. “I just want a change of environment. The job’s getting boring.”

The worry in his eyes gradually disappears as he seems to accept it. He gives a soft okay for now. Looking away, you let out a silent sigh of relief. On the inside, the rational side of you is yelling her head off. What possessed you to decide to quit your job for no good reason? This plan is banking on the chance that Jungkook will let you join him at the club. Which when you think about it, is very unlikely to happen.

Yet, another part of you is excited. Your mind is in a frenzy. Convincing yourself you’ll figure the details out later, you silently thank Taehyung and his Balenciagas for handing you this opportunity.

"Oh hey, we better get going." Jimin says, looking at the time on his phone. "We'll see you guys tonight?"

The girls of Eta Iota are hosting a party tonight. Naturally, the boys get invited and by association, you too. Sunhee’s cashing in on your promise of taking her to one, so you have to go even if it’s just to hang around for a while then leave. You part ways with Jimin and Tae as Jungkook gives Hana and you a ride back. He walks with you to the lobby of your place, where you tell Hana to head up first.

Right by the stairwell, he leans against the wall and holds you in his arms, between his legs. “Are you sure you wanna quit your job?”

"Yessss, I’m sure. I wanna work somewhere else." Resting your chin on his chest, you look up at him. "It's cute that you're worried about me."

“Of course I am.” He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll help you keep a lookout for places that are hiring.”

You smile gleefully up at him. Oh, he’s going to help you get a new job alright. Just not in the way he’s thinking. Already, you feel bad for lying to him. But you keep telling yourself you’re doing this for him.

He doesn’t let you go so easily when you try and remove yourself, not giving up his hold on you. When you pry his hands off, he tugs you right back in, locking you in his arms as kisses land all over your face. “Stop,” you laugh, “someone might see us.” But you don’t look around to check for anyone. He doesn’t care either.

He lifts you up easily, wrapping your legs around him. Switching positions, you now feel the cool wall against your back. “Should we skip the party tonight?” He asks, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“You have to go. It’s part of your fraternity sorority socialising thingy thing.” He rolls his eyes at that. “Plus, I promised Sunhee I’d go with her.”

"Fine. But I’m only going ‘cause you’re going."

“So I’ll see you there, okay?” He nods in response as his hold on you loosens. A peck on the cheek and you’re going up the stairs, one step at a time, hand still holding on to his. As it slips away, he squeezes his chest with his other hand and groans in mock pain.

“Silly,” you mutter between giggles. He breaks character and skips up the steps to get another kiss from you. At this rate he would never leave.

“Jungkook seriously,” you say against his lips, leaning back to separate yourself from him, “you should go now. I’ll see you later anyway.”

He complies and lets you go, but not without releasing a very dramatic sigh. You hurry up the steps before he changes his mind, looking down over the railing as you go, waving your goodbye.

𝄖𝄖

Purple, purple everywhere. The Etas had decided to do their rush party while celebrating their anniversary. Which explains why the decorations are of their ‘official’ colour. Purple balloons, cups, banners, napkins.

“This is so fun!” Sunhee squeals, coming up to hug you from behind. “I’ve made a bunch of new friends!” She squeals again and hurries off elsewhere, leaving you and Hana once again.

“I’m glad she’s enjoying herself.” Hana comments, taking a sip of her drink.

“Aren’t you?” You nudge her side. “You’ve had like four guys come up and give you their number. Don’t act like you’re not having fun.”

“I guess I’m havin’ a lil’ fun…” she mumbles towards the end, sipping on her drink with a tiny smile. She’s holding up much better than you thought she would. Much better than you at least, she doesn’t seem too bothered by the constant yelling.

There’s no reason to worry about Sunhee. She’d clung on to you earlier when you arrived together as promised, like you’re her ticket in. As soon as you passed through the doors, a couple of girls from the host house came up to greet you. While it was a little awkward for you, Sunhee saw her chance and took it. She’s been hanging out with them since.

“Where’s Jungkook?” Hana asks. She’s still unsure about your plan. You had gotten an earful from her earlier on, back at the apartment. Only after you promised, pinky promised and swore you’d be safe, did she finally calm down.

“Somewhere.” It’s crowded enough to not be able to see the other end of the room. You crane your neck to see better. “Don’t know if I can find him with all these people around.”

“Go.” Her pretty, long eyelashes flutter over her eyes as she looks at you. “Don’t worry about me.”

You’re hesitant to leave, but she reiterates that she’d be fine and you finally nod, much to her relief. She has Jimin and Taehyung with her anyway, she says, nodding over to the pair a few feet away.

Before disappearing into the crowd, you turn back to let her know you might not see her for the rest of the night. But she’s read your mind, waving her hands at you. “You’ll be with Jungkook, I know.”

“Text me when you get home. I love you.” You blow her a kiss and watch her roll her eyes, then push through bodies of people to get to a different part of the house. There’s way too many people here. Most of them tower at least a head over you, disrupting your view. Your phone vibrates just as you enter the biggest room of the house which gives you a little more maneuvering space than the previous one.

Jungkook: u look great

Slowly, you turn in the spot you’re in, paying close attention to each section of the room.

Jungkook: i like pink

Jungkook: ur ass looks great in those jeans btw

You: reveal yourself  

He doesn’t respond and you continue to wander around, until you reach a short hallway separating the kitchen area from the previous room. With more room to breathe, you decide to stay put knowing Jungkook won’t keep this up for long anyway. And you’re right.

"Looking for me?" His hot breath tickles your ear.

Spinning around, you're greeted by his wide grin and immediately hate how good he looks in a simple white tee with his house name, Kappa Sigma embedded on the left chest, and tucked into black jeans, "Hey you." He tastes like fruit punch when you kiss him.

Your bodies sway slightly to the music with his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck. He reaches behind, pulling something out of his back pocket and holds it up in front of you. “Lollipop?”

“It’s...purple.” You take it from him, observing its odd colour, wondering if this was even necessary.

“I know.” He chuckles. “They really go all out.”

You shrug, unwrapping the sweet and pop it in your mouth. “So, you wanna get out of here?” He asks.

“But I thought you liked parties,” you blink, “socialising, hooking up.”

“I know you’re making fun of me but it’s kinda hot when you talk like that.” He eyes the way your lips wrap around the lollipop, unconsciously mirroring the movement of your tongue licking the layer of sugar off your lips, suddenly going thirsty.

You shove him in the chest and he laughs, stepping back. “I’ve been here less than an hour.” You say. Although, it’s not like you were planning to stay long anyway. You know that, he knows that.

“You won’t miss a thing, trust me.” He hooks an arm over your shoulder. “Besides, we can get started on the hooking up part.” He winks.

You leave through the back, avoiding the large crowd up front. You quickly send a text to Hana to let her know you’re leaving. Out on the lawn, you walk past a group of guys drunkenly singing to their heart's content and you flash them a thumbs up despite how horrible they sound.

The Eta Iota house is just a few houses down from the boys’ and you walk back hand in hand, swinging your arms as you go. Jungkook watches your smile, and the way you laugh when your arms swing so far back that it throws you off balance and you almost fall. “You look good.” He says, softly.

“I know, you told me.” You say without sparing him a glance. “I look good in pink. And these jeans are good for my ass.”

“No.” His voice is as soft as his smile. Looking at him then, you notice the tender look in his eyes. “I mean you look good when you’re happy. It’s nice. Does that make sense? I don’t know.”

Your heart leaps at the way he looks away almost shyly, focusing entirely on the ground as he walks, his other hand in his pocket. You close the gap between you and kiss him on the cheek. “I’m always happy when I’m with you.”

“I’m happy when I’m with you too.”

The rest of the short walk back goes in comfortable silence, you still lightly swinging your arms. But as you reach the front of the house, Jungkook pauses. It surprises you when he decides to take a walk in the park instead. You give him curious glances along the way, wondering what’s gotten into him. It’s a ten minute walk from his place to a park that’s your go-to for impromptu date nights.

You walk past groups of people hanging around, laughing with food on large picnic mats. Finally you opt for an empty space on the grass, not too far away from others there but secluded enough to have some privacy.

“Oh my god, look at the clouds.” They’re big and fluffy, floating through the dark sky. “I wish we could see the stars. That’d be perfect.”

Jungkook follows your gaze. “There are places where you can do that you know.”

“Yeah, I’d love to go one day.” You say with a heavy sigh.

“We could go together.” Jungkook says, making you look at him. “Like a vacation.”

“Aw. I’d love that.”

He smiles sweetly, then turns in place to face you. “I went to look for places which were hiring earlier.”

“You did? Why?”

“Aren’t you...quitting your job?” He looks at you confused. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”

“Yeah but, there’s no rush.”

“Just wanna make sure you have something to fall back on.” He says, checking his phone. “So, the bakery right next to the cafe is hiring.”

“Jungkook,” you laugh, “I can’t quit and then take up a job next door!”

“I know but, just in case.” He goes on, looking upwards as he recalls. “The school’s also looking for a part-time librarian⎼”

“Baby no, that’s so boring.” You groan. “I thought I’d look for something more...exciting. Like a routesetter maybe?”

“I didn’t know you rock climb?”

“Oh I don’t.” He looks at you with a blank expression on his face. “What? I can learn to!”

"You're weird." He shakes his head and taps your nose. "Why would you wanna go out of your way for a part time job?"

"Cause...it's fun?"

"Even you don't believe that."

"You're right." The wheels in your head turn at full speed, trying to make this as natural as possible. You have to be careful, Jungkook's way too attentive when it comes to you. "Okay, I'll be honest."

He perks up. Face filled with curiosity, as if ready to say I knew it, that something was up, and that you wouldn't leave your job over nothing.

"I'm quitting because…" You gulp. "I want to spend more time with you."

"What?"

"Don't be mad." You add in quickly. "I just thought that I'd get to have more time to spare for you if I wasn't always working."

Eyes closed, he lets out a sigh and drops his head with a little shake. The small smile and amused look in his eyes makes you smile too. “Are you serious? Are you running a fever?” He places the back of his palm against your forehead and then checks the pulse on your wrist.

“I’m fine.” You snatch your hand back.

“The Y/N I know wouldn’t make impulsive decisions like this.” He quirks a brow, “You know you need that job. How else will you pay rent? Get groceries? You don’t ever let me pay for anything.”

“I’ll find a job with less hours.”

“Less hours, less pay.” He lifts your chin up, pouty lips calling him in. “Don’t be silly baby, you’re not leaving your job.”

“Too late.”

“What d’you mean?”

“I...may have...emailed my resignation...earlier on.”

He groans and you cringe when he shoots you a look of disapproval. You give your best kicked puppy look which doesn’t work. “This doesn’t happen often but I’m really mad at you right now.”

“Don’t be.” You scoot closer and when he turns his head away, you move onto his lap, forcing him in an embrace. “I’ll find something.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Go back to work tomorrow and speak to your manager. Tell him you’ve changed your mind.” He asks seriously. “I’ll go and have coffee during every one of your shifts so we’re technically spending time together.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m the silly one?”

“Okay fine, I’m sorry.” You sigh. “I didn’t think things through…”

“You’re damn right you didn’t.” He rests his head in his palm. “So, what are you gonna do now?”

“Spend more time with you?” You inch even closer, if it’s even possible with how you’re already sticking to him like glue. He doesn’t reply right away but squeezes you in his hold, resting his cheek on your head. “Are you still angry?”

“Yes.”

You lift your head off him for a kiss. When he sighs this time, he feels the anger dissipating. At the same time he curses the way his body betrays him when it comes to you. You can barely tell he’s upset with the way he responds so eagerly. The pleased look you give him after has him rolling his eyes. “You can’t be mad at me. I’m cute.”

“True.” He leans back, hands on the grass behind him. “But, we are going to look for job postings online tonight.”

“But mom!” You whine, folding your arms in front of you.

“No buts.”

“Not even my butt?” Blinking innocently at him, you add in a little head tilt until he breaks and starts grinning. “Thought you liked my butt.”

He falls onto the grass, laughing in disbelief and you steady yourself on his chest. “What has gotten into you?” He says, watching as you hover over him. “You’re acting so weird.”

“No I’m not. I’m just happy, like you said.” You kiss him on the nose. “You’re the weird one. Nagging at me about getting a job. Being a responsible adult and stuff.”

He flips over, switching your positions so that he’s hovering over you now. Almost immediately, you’re distracted by how dreamy he looks with the view of the night sky behind him. You run your thumb over one side of his cheek. “You did this to me. Plus I’m just looking out for you.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry. I can pull some strings and get you a job somewhere fun.”

He rolls over to your side and lets you rest your head under his arm, both of you watching the sky. You shift even closer, slinging one leg over his and draw circles on his chest. “Hey I mean, worse comes to worst, I could always come and work for you.”

Surprisingly, he laughs. Really hard. You lift yourself up and rest on your elbow to watch him. “Nice one.” He sighs. Then he notices the way you’re looking at him, face void of expression and brows up in question. “What? You were serious?”

“Slightly offended that you thought it was that funny but yes, I was.”

He raises a brow at you. “You? Want to work at a club? Doing what?”

“Bartender? Cleaner?”

“Don’t even joke about that, our cleaners are our most valuable staff. They clean, sanitise, then double sanitise, wipe up vomit, make sure the booths aren’t lined with nasty fluids.”

Your face twists in horror and he nods, proving his point. “Okay...fine so I’m not qualified enough for that. But bartending? I can do that.”

“No.”

“Why?”

He gets up and you follow. He ruffles the back of his head and dusts of the grains on his hands. “Baby, you’re not working there. I won’t allow it.”

“But𝄖”

“Y/N, I said no.” There was no room to argue, not even cheekily. He didn't raise his voice, but the tone he took was enough. Easing the firm stare he gave you as he said it, he turns his attention to his phone as it beeps.

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"Lucky for you, I told the manager you just needed a break to focus on school," Hana yawns, pulling up the blanket to her face, "you can come back anytime."

"You want me to give up?"

"Only because your plan is dangerous."

"Hana, I'm not giving up."

She sighs, turning over to the other side. “Let’s talk tomorrow. I’m tired.”

You push yourself off her bed and sit on the edge, thinking. Quietly, you pull open the drawer by her bed, fumbling around until you feel what you’re looking for. The little paper you tore out of Jungkook’s notebook. When he started sleeping over, you had asked Hana to keep it safe for you. You stare at the address. You hadn’t gotten round to visiting the place, especially since you don’t even know what you’re looking for.

“Turn off the light when you leave, will you?” Hana mumbles half-asleep.

You leave the piece of paper and close the drawer.

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Two days later, you’re back at his place. The guys are all over, making sure the house is ready for a party tonight. Each of them were assigned different tasks to settle to save time. When you arrived, Hoseok made sure to separate Jungkook from you, for the sake of efficiency, so you’re stuck in the kitchen with Jimin. Helping him with the cleaning, you listen mindlessly as he rambles on about something. He yells at every guy that enters and tries to steal some snacks but sneaks some into his mouth when no one’s looking.

Just as you’re done wiping down the chip bowls, Jungkook walks in with dark stains all over his shirt and face. He chugs down half a bottle of orange juice from the fridge before opening a bag of gummies placed on the table for the party which has Jimin groaning.

“What happened to you?”

“Car oil needed changing. Cleaned up under the hood too.”

“What?” Jimin shrieks. “You were working on your car this entire time?”

“Yeah?”

“While the rest of us were preparing for the party? Unbelievable!” He huffs, “You were supposed to fix the first floor bathroom⎼”

Jungkook signals for him to stop, holding up a palm. “Fine, I’ll go do it now.” He reaches out for your hand and continues to nod at everything Jimin says as he tags you along, the nagging fading away as you run upstairs.

“You should really go and help out.” You say, plopping down on his bed with a bounce.

Jungkook hums, “I will. Later.”

Sniffing the shirt he has on, he lets out a disapproving grunt. He removes it in one swoop and tosses it into a basket. You watch quietly as he steps closer, eyes fixed on yours. He leans forward and your hands grip the sheets as you lean back, looking at him expectantly. Then his arm moves past your head and reaches for another shirt on the bed, behind you. He snickers and you slap his shoulder.

“I’m leaving.”

“Aw, come on, don’t go.” He jumps into bed and grabs you. He leans on his side, propped up on his elbow, hand on your middle.

“I have to get some groceries.” You play with his hair. “Then I’m gonna freshen up and come back here in time for the party.”

“Great, I’ll drive you.”

“No, you stay. Fix the bathroom.”

“But I don’t want to.” He groans, and rolls over onto you. Almost naturally, your legs wrap around him and he starts kissing your neck, moving down to your chest, pulling down your shirt. You stop him, giggling. “Why do you always wanna leave when we kiss?” He frowns.

“Why do you always kiss me when I’m leaving?”

“‘Cause I don’t want you to leave."

The smell of your skin makes him smile. It smells like...home.

You feel his weight slowly get heavier on you as his body relaxes and melts into yours, nestling his face into your neck. He almost drifts to sleep with the way you’re rubbing his back. When you ruffle his hair, he lifts his head and claims a kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Kookie.”

You giggle as he drops his face in the space between your neck and shoulder. Groaning, he recalls the night Suga found out about the nickname. He has since, constantly used it on Jungkook whenever he can. “He’s never letting that go. Thanks a lot.”

“I’m sorry.” You laugh, chest moving under him. “I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was saying.”

Supporting his weight on one arm, he hovers above you while his free hand brushes past the side of your face. “You don’t remember anything you said that night?”

“No.” That can’t be good. You scan his face. “Why? Did I say something weird?”

“No. Just wondering.” He says gently, expression slowly changing into a smile that makes you forget you were even worried a second ago. “Don’t get drunk anymore. Suga likes you way too much when you’re drunk.”

“Does he?” You laugh, cupping his face. If Suga likes you, you can use this to your advantage. You can’t wait to tell Hana your plan worked.

When Jungkook hears the sound of his name being called from somewhere around the house, he groans and sinks into you again. You push him off you with much difficulty, laughing as he keeps plopping back down into you.

“Okay, they need you. I’m leaving so you can focus. I’ll come back later.” You say, when you finally manage to escape. Reluctantly, he follows behind as you walk down the stairs.

Just as you reach the bottom of the steps, you’re being pulled to the side, against the wall where he corners you into, hands on either side. “I’ll be waiting, so you better show up.” Down your back, up your front, his hands run over your body till they rest just under your jaw, making you lift your chin towards him. Breath hitching in your throat, he carefully brings his lips to yours, teasing a soft touch. Then he lets go.

He smiles like nothing happened and you catch your breath before racing to the front door. You hear a soft chuckle and turn to see him winking at you as he goes in the other direction. Hearing voices from the kitchen where the meeting has started, you quickly close the door behind you, ignoring the pulsing between your thighs.

𝄖𝄖

With a basketful of groceries, you stroll through the store, looking for anything you might have missed out. As you walk, you notice from afar, standing right in front of the refrigerated section your new friend Namjoon. You head straight for him, a little bounce in your step. When you stop right next to him, he turns slowly and carefully.

“Oh. It’s you.” He says as he realises.

“Getting some groceries?” You ask, looking at the shelf then back at him.

“Oh just,” he lifts up a bottle of juice, “getting my orange juice. I see you’re getting your monthly supply. You alone?”

“Yeah I am.” You nod, “My roommate’s busy with school stuff.”

“Right.” He smiles, then it seems like a thought comes to him. “Hey, you’re going for the party tonight right?”

“What? How’d you know about that?” You look at him confused.

“I have friends too you know.”

“But, you can’t come. You’re technically faculty.” You say, putting down your basket to fold your arms in front of you and stare him down. “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

He chuckles, then points and holds up a finger in front of you. “Actually, I’m an external instructor. So technically, I’m not faculty.”

“How convenient.” You eye him down.

“Fine, fine.” He sighs. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to a party, okay? I just wanna mingle.”

“Hm.” You chew on your bottom lip. Seems genuine enough. You can’t help but wonder if he’s there for something else. How will that go down with Jungkook? “An instructor looking to mingle with his students...definitely no red flags there.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Come on, I’m not that much older than you. And I’m not that kinda person.”

“That’s what they all say.” You shrug. “Well, I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

“Cool.” He winks. “I’ll see you tonight.”

He walks off way too quickly, like he’s avoiding something and heads straight for the checkout counter. Of course you know why he’d go to a college party; the perfect place to sell his drugs. You can’t figure out if you should let Jungkook know about Namjoon. But then again, he almost always knows what’s going on. And he’d be uneasy knowing you know so much.

You pick up your basket off the floor and head for checkout yourself. Barely making ten steps, you notice someone leaning against the side of a shelf, watching you with his arms crossed, mischievous smile on his face. Your other new friend. How coincidental.

“Suga.” You say, a tone way too excited for his liking but he nods anyway. You walk over to him and stand awkwardly before him, holding your basket with both hands in front of you. “Hi.”

“Hey cutie.” He searches for someone behind you. “Where’s Jungkook?”

“Oh he’s back at home.” You smile. “They’re getting ready for rush week. And the party tonight.”

“Am I invited?”

“Oh, um…” You can tell he’s joking, but you can’t be too sure. How interesting would it be to have Jungkook, Namjoon and Suga in one place. You wonder what would happen if they met.

You chuckle nervously without giving an answer and he shrugs it off. “I was kidding.”

“I guess you can come if you want to.” You say with a tiny shrug. “I’m sure Jungkook won’t mind.”

He changes the subject almost immediately, offering to help you carry your basket, which you politely decline. He walks with you to the counter. “So who was that guy you were talking to?”

Oh, he’s an instructor from school and also the new drug dealer in town. “Oh him? He’s the new self-defense instructor on campus.”

“Really?” He looks amused, and bites his bottom lip in a half-smile. “Cool. And you guys are friends?”

“Yeah. Kinda.” You place your basket on the counter and help the cashier to unload the items to scan. You don’t notice the way Suga laughs silently to himself, shaking his head.

“You know what, I gotta go.” Suga says, walking backwards towards the exit. You don’t even manage to reply to him before he takes off. “Let’s drink again sometime soon!”

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Hana is less than pleased to know about your run-ins. She looks at you with daggers in her eyes. “You have to stop this. He obviously knows your plan."

"Stop overreacting. How could he possibly know that?"

She shrugs. The loud music drowns out your voices from being overheard by those around you. "It's hard to believe it was a coincidence running into him.” She says and you sigh, choosing to ignore her.

The last you saw Jungkook, he was laughing away with a group of people. You didn’t want to bother him, he’d be busy anyway trying to get freshies on his side. But it’s been a while and now you don’t see him anywhere.

While Hana mingles, you go off to look for him. In the kitchen, you find Jimin doing shots of something that doesn’t look edible with a bunch of guys cheering him on. But no Jungkook. You peek out on the deck out back but he’s not there either. A hand on the sliding doors, you sigh and step out into the courtyard, breathing in air that doesn’t smell like sweat.

You pause when you step down the stairs and spot something, squinting at the sight of two guys in the far end of the backyard, right by the bush-lined fence. Recognising that jacket, you realise one of them is Jungkook. He then pulls something out of his pocket and shakes hands with the other guy. You turn back before he spots you. Probably just a polite handshake. Maybe with an old friend. Yup.

Step back inside, you’re being stopped by a hand on your arm. “You look flustered.” He says.

“Hi Hoseok.” You force a smile. “It’s warm in here.”

His eyes flicker over to the backyard and back at you. “This is what he does at parties. It’s how he distributes them.”

“So?” You look around uncomfortably.

“I know you don’t like it either.” He stops you before you can reply. “Can you meet me outside in ten minutes? It’s important.”

“You’re already here, what is it? No one’s paying any attention to us anyway.”

“I can’t.”

The sceptical look you give him has him feeling restless. “Trust me, it’s very important.”

From the tone of his voice, he sounds sincere. You don’t want to, but do you want to risk not knowing something that could help you help Jungkook? You hate this. After a long pause, you nod reluctantly. “Fine.”

Neither of you realised the two figures approaching until they’re walking up the steps. Hoseok and you share a look, as if pleading to the other to act normal. As they reach the door, you see now that Jae is the other guy. He greets you as he walks past, then blends into the crowd. Behind him, Jungkook spares you a curious look at the little exchange. He then notices Hoseok’s presence.

“What’s going on?” He looks back and forth at the two of you. “You look upset.”

“Hm? Oh no, I’m fine.” You muster up your best smile. “We were just talking about the guy who puked in the sink earlier.”

“Speaking of which, I should go make sure he’s not puking elsewhere.” Hoseok says, taking his leave.

You can’t tell if Jungkook bought that but he doesn’t question it. His demeanour changes as soon as Hoseok leaves, directing his attention on you. “He wasn’t bothering you, was he?”

“No.” You smile. “I ran into him while looking for some food.”

“Oh⎼”

He doesn’t get a chance to continue when someone he knows slaps him on the back. They chat for a while as he keeps you close next to him, even when you try to pry his fingers off. The other guy drags him somewhere but before he goes, he turns to you. “Grab some food and meet me upstairs, I’ll just be a second.” He winks, stealing a kiss.

“You don’t have to. I’ll just come find you later on it’s fine𝄖”

“You’re not getting rid of me babe.” He jokes and you let out an awkward laugh as he goes.

You haven’t mastered being in two places at once, you’re not a ninja. And in a few minutes, Hoseok will be waiting for you outside. And Jungkook upstairs. You groan, searching the cabinets for some snacks before heading up to Jungkook’s room.

That’s when you notice a familiar blond head among the crowd you. It distracts you. You could’ve sworn that was Suga. But too many people are blocking your line of sight. As you reach the spot you had possibly seen him, he’s gone. You don’t have time to think about this. Swiftly, you run up the steps and head right for Jungkook’s door. And of course, a familiar face exits the washroom on the same floor.

“Namjoon.”

“Why do you look so surprised to see me?” He raises a brow with a playful smile on his face. “I told you I was coming.

You shake your head and look behind you. “Nothing I was just⎼”

“Hogging all the snacks?” He gestures towards the food you’re cradling in your arms and you laugh.

“There’s more downstairs.” You reassure him.

As if on cue, footsteps move swiftly up the stairs and you glance behind to find Jungkook halfway up, a cautious look on his face as he approaches you. Namjoon nods politely. For a moment it’s like you can no longer hear the music blasting, enveloped by the awkward silence.

“Uh, Jungkook this is Namjoon.” You notice the way his jaw clenches as he takes Namjoon’s outstretched hand in his. “And this is Jungkook.”

“The boyfriend. Nice to meet you.” He flashes a blinding smile Jungkook’s way.

“Likewise.”

Namjoon reads the room well and you’re thankful for it. He excuses himself, saving you from having to grease the conversation any further. “See you guys around.” He says, leaving.

Jungkook opens the door for you and you drop the snacks on his table. His fingers immediately wrap around you, lifting you up and throwing you onto the bed. “Finally." He mutters pulling you in.

You giggle nervously as he kisses you all over, pulling away from him. He shoots you a confused look. "Wait I...need the toilet."

He throws his head back but moves aside to let you go. "Okay. I'll wait."

Hurrying out, you close the door and run downstairs, rushing past the sea of bodies to the front door. Once outside, you look around scanning the few faces there for him. Hoseok stands around the corner at the side of the house and calls out your name.

The front and back of the house is well lit, but not the sides. Both of you stand in the shadows by the wall, waiting for him to speak. But he doesn't, instead, he looks around anxiously.

"Hoseok, what is it? You said this is important!" You hiss. "I can't be too long, Jungkook's waiting for me."

"Just give him a second, he'll be here."

"Who?"

"He's here." His eyes focus on a man wearing a navy sweatshirt, hoodie pulled up so you can't really see who it is. He only pulls it down when he joins you in the shadows.

"Hi."

"Y/N, this is Seokjin. He works with my friend."

"Oh. Hello." You watch him curiously. If you could describe a smile as being trustworthy, it would be his.

"Thanks for meeting me," he starts, "I’ll make it quick. It's about a case I'm sure the two of you are familiar with. Actually, I'm here to speak to you, Y/N."

"Me?" You ask, worrying.

"As you know we have an agent working undercover. He's seen you around and since you know about this operation, he’s worried you might get too close, given your relationship with one of the suspects involved. We want to make sure you stay out of it as much as possible."

"But I'm not doing anything to jeopardise the operation."

"We know." He nods, "But still, we have to emphasise that these people are dangerous. You do not want to get involved. You shouldn’t know about this operation in the first place, but nothing we can do about that now.”

Hoseok’s eyes downcast and hands hide in his pockets, knowing he wasn’t supposed to reveal anything to you. “He’s okay right?” He asks softly.

“He’s fine. He personally contacted me to speak with you. And he’s sorry he hasn’t answered his phone, it’s too risky.”

“Who’s this guy again? Do I know him?” You ask.

“You already know too much as it is. I can’t reveal the name of our agent. We can’t risk him getting exposed, it could cost him his life.”

Silence ensues. It’s uncomfortable to think about how someone could literally die from an unfortunate slip of the tongue. You wait for someone to diffuse the tension. Hoseok looks like he’s in thought, opening his mouth to speak then stopping. Seokjin beats him to it. “In case it’s not clear enough, your plan ends here Y/N.”

How does he⎼ oh. So that’s why Hoseok looks troubled. You stare him down and mutter through clenched teeth. “You told him.”  

“I didn’t mean to!” He spits out. “When Seokjin called me earlier, I got reminded of you. I had to tell him. And I know you wouldn’t listen to me anyway, so I got him to come here.”

“Listen. I just want to help Jungkook, that’s all.” You sigh. “I promise I won’t get in the way.”

“I get it. Hoseok’s explained it to me.” It’s Seokjin’s turn to sigh. “Doesn’t matter what your intentions are, it’s best if you stay away.”

You look helplessly over at Hoseok, then reluctantly agree with a nod. “I’ll try.”

“No, you see, this isn’t a request. It’s an order. There is a chance you’ll get convicted as part of the group if you don’t keep your distance. Is that what you want?”

“No. But𝄖”

“Good, so we’re on the same page.”

“No, we’re not.” Huffing, you step closer to him. “I’m not doing this for fun. I’m trying to get my boyfriend out of there.”

“I understand. But there’s no telling what could happen. Let us handle it. If he’s innocent, then you don’t have anything to worry about. The most important thing here is that you don’t end up getting caught up in the mess. Do you really want to be associated with criminals?”

“Jungkook’s not a criminal.”

Seokjin holds up his hands in a surrender. “That’s not what I meant.”

Hoseok gulps, gently touching your arm. “Y/N please. Let them handle it.”

“I am letting them handle it.” You say stubbornly before turning back to Seokjin. “Look, I’m just here for Jungkook. Tell that to your guy. I won’t stand in the way of the operation.”

“You do know that this is all off the record?” Seokjin starts, “That means even though our undercover, as well as I, am aware that you’re not involved, if by any chance you’re caught with drugs or anything illegal at the time of the raid, you might get convicted. There will be no records to show that you’re innocent.”

“I understand.”

“Alright.” Seokjin pulls his hoodie back up. Now you can only faintly see the bottom half of his face. “Take care. Remember, no one else can know about this.”

He takes off in quick steps, round the corner and down the street. Hoseok fidgets in his spot, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t make him do this to scare you or anything. Promise.”

“I know, Hoseok.” You smile softly. “But you get it right? Why I’m doing this?”

“Yeah...” he trails off for a moment, then continues. “You saw him earlier didn’t you?”

“I did.” You shake your head with a sigh, “Trust me okay? I’m doing everything I can to help Jungkook, like you wanted me to.”

“I never wanted this. I don’t want you to get hurt if things don’t go as planned.”

“Whatever happens after, I’ll deal with it then.”

𝄖𝄖

Feeling numb, the walk back upstairs feels like you’re on autopilot, barely hearing the buzzing of the crowd. You take a deep breath before turning the knob of Jungkook’s door, willing yourself to forget the last ten minutes ever happened. He’d read you like a book in this state.

But your bright smile is wasted on an empty room.

“Jungkook?”

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The next day, you're sitting on the running track, soaked in sweat after a long session of track and field. The coach bids his goodbye as the team continues their cooling down stretches. Hana plops down next to you. “So?”

“What?”

“You wanna talk about it?” She asks, picking dirt off of your cheek with her thumb. “You seemed really out of it last night. Barely spoke the whole day today…”

“I’m sorry.” You shake your head. “Just thinking.”

You decided not to tell her about Seokjin and everything that was said last night. For now at least. She already has reservations about your plan as it is, telling her about Seokjin would just freak her out even more.

“Jungkook called you yet?”

“Mhm.” Technically it was a text, wishing you good morning with a kissy face emoji. Not wanting to make a big deal out of the night before, you reply as you normally would. “Don’t worry about me, I’m just tired actually.”

She hangs an arm over your shoulder and gives you a side hug. “No more parties for you.”

“Yeah they’re kinda lame aren’t they?” You laugh.

After grabbing your stuff, you’re headed for the locker room. You're too deep in thought to realise the girls on your team giggling around you. It isn't until Hana nudges you then nods to bleachers that you realise your boyfriend is waiting for you. He salutes the other ladies with a winning smile as they walk off, before getting off his butt.

The girls mutter quietly, and you hear the words lucky and they're so cute as they leave you. Hana waves to Jungkook before walking ahead. Jungkook trots down the steps and lifts you in a hug.

“Sorry, I’m sweaty.”

“That’s okay,” he smiles, swaying you side to side, “not the first time I have you all sweaty in my arms.”

“Shut up.”

He laughs, then starts swinging your hands as you walk back. “Hey sorry about last night."

"Oh it’s fine. Don't worry about it." You say, with a shake of your head, looking at the ground. "You're a busy man, I know."

"Can I make it up to you? Tonight?"

"Alright." You nod. "I gotta shower first though. And you have to give me a ride back to get some fresh clothes."

"No need to dress up."

"But I want to." You pout and he chuckles.

The sound of whistling and yelling coming from the field gets your attention. It's the soccer team, practice still ongoing. It only just occurred to you that you haven't seen Jungkook there in a while.

"Why aren't you practicing with them anymore? Did you quit?"

Jungkook looks at you with an amused look on his face. "Y/N, I was never part of the team."

"Huh?" You stop in your tracks. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you on that field running after the ball."

"Yeah but I was never really on the team." He reiterates. Now you're confused. "I only practiced with them so I could watch you during track and field."

"What?"

"Have you forgotten? I'm on the basketball team."

Honestly, you hadn’t made the connection that it’s impossible for him to be on both the soccer and basketball teams until now. "No wait, you joined them just to watch me?"

"Yes and no?" He shrugs proudly. "At first it was because I got kicked off the basketball team. Then we started dating. I got to see you every practice. Then I got reinstated on the basketball team. And I didn't wanna stop seeing you during practice so I kept going. Until now."

"Jungkook that is𝄖"

"Sweet?"

"Lowkey creepy."

He lets out a tiny gasp with a look of betrayal on his face. "But...I wanted to see you."

You laugh at the utter disappointment he shows and pat his face, though it feels like a light slap, before running off making him chase after you.

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Laying on the hood of his car, with his arm under your neck, Jungkook listens to you talk about anything and everything. In your favourite spot, parked by the beach so you get the cool breeze and the gentle sound of waves crashing onto the shore.

He enjoys listening to you talk about your life; what your childhood was like, what kind of trouble you used to get into, your family. It’s like peeling off a new layer every time. Who knew you used to bully the bully as a kid? And let’s not forget that time you got detention for smoking in school but you only did it to get your dad’s attention so that he would stop dating the evil girlfriend who threatened to send you off to boarding school.

“Baby are you...a troublemaker?” He muses and you laugh.

“Well I was. I grew out of it.” You shrug and look up at him. “Kinda.”

“Would’ve never guessed. You’re so shy. And good.”

“Yeah. Once I realised how my behaviour was affecting people’s liking towards me, I changed.”

He smiles tenderly at you, always so full of surprises. You play with the hem of his sweater, then look up at him. “What about you? You haven’t told me anything about your past.”

Not once has he shared his own stories. You never asked because you didn’t want to pressure him. But you’re almost out of stories yourself.

Jungkook looks up at the sky for a while. You sense the hesitance. “There’s nothing much to say.”

“What about...your family? Do you have any siblings?”

There’s no reply, only the sound of the waves crashing and a distant laughter from a group of friends on the beach. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” Propping yourself up on your elbow, you see now the faint sparkle in his eyes. Could be the cool breeze making his eyes water. He blinks it away when you stare. “We can talk about other things.”

He smiles as his eyes scan your face before you’re snuggling into his side again. “I like hearing your stories.”

“But I’ve told you everything.”

“What about your first kiss?”

You groan. “I’ve told you that one. It was during camp. He pushed me into the lake after that because it was all a dare.”

“Oh right and then you threw all his clothes into the lake as revenge.”

“Yeah.” You laugh. “It was pretty funny.”

He laughs thinking about tiny Y/N lugging a big bag full of clothes and dumping it into a lake as the owner yells in horror. Who knew you had it in you. You’re always so calm and by the book, it’s almost like a whole other person.

“Can you tell me about your tattoo?” You look up at him.

He smirks, turning his head to the side towards the arm it’s on. It’s a tiger head on the upper bicep of his right arm. Made up of shapes, lines, squiggles, it has sharp piercing eyes. It’s beautiful, really. “It’s just something to represent my loyalty towards my brothers.”  

You’ve never seen this mark on the other frat boys, so you assume he’s talking about his other group of brothers. “It’s nice. I like it.”

“Mhm.” It’s tough to crack him. He never reveals more than what he thinks you need to know.

After a while, you pluck up the courage to ask him about the job. “Have you thought about what we discussed?” You ask softly, playing with his fingers.

“What did we discuss?”

“About the job,” you remove yourself from him again and this time get on your knees, “about me working at the club?”

He sighs, looking at you like the stubborn teenager in your stories. “I already told you no.”

“You won’t even consider it.” You pout.

He smiles, surprisingly. “After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that you’ve been rejected. You don't have what it takes.”

“Rude!” You huff, “I have all that it takes.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes I do! I’m tough.” You spit out. You strike an awkward pose, doing something weird with your arms. “I have swag.”

It makes him laugh so hard he starts tearing and almost choke on his saliva. Embarrassed, you laugh along, hitting him on his chest. Cheeks hurting from all that, he opens his arms. “Come here you.”

You drop into him, mostly to hide your face in his shoulder. He holds you tight, a content sigh escapes him as he does. “I love you so much.” He says into your ear.

Lifting your head up to face him, he smiles tenderly at you, softly tracing a finger over your face, the lulling movement making your eyes flutter shut.

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“You got a problem with me?” Namjoon says to the smaller guy.

Suga smirks bitterly, unimpressed by how the new guy has no respect whatsoever towards him. “I do actually. What’s your deal?”

“What d’you mean?”

“You appear out nowhere, get dispatched to our district. Same area as Jungkook no less...are you trying to replace us?”

“Hey, I didn’t choose the location.” Namjoon shrugs. “Maybe if you guys didn’t suck so bad they wouldn’t have asked me to secure the bags.”

He braces himself as Suga lunges forward, shoving him against the wall, his collar bunched up in clenched fists. Surprisingly strong for a small dude. “You don’t come work for us and talk shit about us to my face.”

Namjoon tugs on his clothes, pulling them out of Suga’s grip. He clears his throat and tries to calm himself. “My bad. Next time I’ll do it behind your back.”

“What are you up to? You took a job on campus, why? Jungkook’s already got that covered.”

“Like I said, I didn’t choose to. I was sent there.” He steps forward, making Suga take a few steps back.

“Liar.”

“Look if you have a problem with it, take it up with the lieutenant.” Namjoon walks off, angering the other guy even more. The nerve of this new kid makes his blood boil. There’s something off about him, there’s no way the bosses would send a new guy in for no reason.

He stomps his way into Kyun’s office, slamming the door behind him. Kyun looks up, sees him, and goes back to his laptop. “What?”

“Don’t you think there’s something wrong with that RM guy?” Suga says, pulling up a chair.

“No. Why?”

“He’s so full of himself.”

“Name one person working here that isn’t,” Kyun says, “besides, you should be thankful I assigned him to you. Jungkook’s been slacking.”

“I told you, the school’s keeping an eye on him. He’s taking it slow.”

Suga can’t remember how many times he’s used that excuse. He can’t come right out and admit that Jungkook has in fact been slacking. Or rather, distracted. Not to mention the time Jungkook considered leaving all of this behind. It’s no surprise the lieutenant’s picked up on it.

“Whatever.” Kyun mutters, obviously tired of having this conversation.

“Wait,” the wheels in Suga’s head turn and he looks curiously at his lieutenant, “you’re not doubting Jungkook are you? Did you send RM in to replace him?”

“If Jungkook’s doing a good job like you seem to think he is, why would you be worried about this?”

Suga purses his lips, “He’s fine. He hasn’t missed any of his shifts. I couldn’t have gotten shit done at the club without him.”

“Numbers are still low though.”

“That’s because you’ve got the new kid stealing all his buyers.”

“RM’s good and the staff there seem to trust him. He stays.”

“Fine. Then get off Jungkook’s back about his numbers. He can’t sell drugs the same as before if you have another dealer there competing with him.”

Kyun thinks about it for a minute, then nods. “Alright fine. Anyway, it’s good that you’re here now. I can run through what boss wants you to get up and running at the club.”

It hits Suga that Kyun having doubts about Jungkook is bad news, at least, if word travels up the hierarchy. While Jungkook had promised to keep up, Suga intends to make sure he actually does. He can’t afford anymore slip-ups. Or distractions, in the form of you. He can’t let anything happen to Jungkook.

𝄖𝄖

Sneaking back into the house at such an ungodly hour, you guide Jungkook in the dark, careful not to make a sound.

Back in your room, his jacket and shirt are the first to go. He lifts you up and carries you to the bed, lips not parting from each other.

Slipping under your shirt, he unhooks your bra and pulls your shirt with it over your head. Lips smiling on yours, his hands knead your breasts and you feel your nerves reacting. He trails wet kisses down your front, fingers undoing your jeans and pulling them off in a single swoop.

He removes his own pair of jeans, leaving him in his boxers. Then, kneeling by your legs, he gently peels your panties off, taking in the view of your naked body, lighted up by the warm yellow of your nightlight. If he could, he’d engrave this image of you in his head.

His eyes wide and lustful, they trail over you. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers.

Hovering above you, he strokes the side of your face, before pressing his body to yours in a soft gentle kiss. He moves so gently, like you could break at any moment. When your hands wrap around his neck, he grabs hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head. You let out a soft whimper.

Jungkook takes his time, showering your skin with kisses. Starting from your neck down to your navel. He licks one side of your breast, teasingly drawing circles with his tongue along the nipple, then gives the same attention to the other. Your breathing gets hitched in your throat, feeling the blood rush down south.

He brings his mouth lower, hands now occupying your breasts where his mouth was. It sends you butterflies the way his hot breath brushes against your skin. There’s something different about the way he’s touching you tonight.

He spares some kisses down your inner thighs and watches the way goosebumps appear as they try to clam up reflexively.

Hands on your thighs, he pushes them apart and runs a teasing lick over your folds. Then his tongue finds its way to your clit, flicking it gently before his lips wrap around it and he starts gently sucking. You jolt and take in a sharp breath grabbing a fishful of the sheets.

His fingers delicately touch your folds, running a teasing finger over your entrance. Looking up from between your thighs, he watches the way you steady your breaths, eyes closed, brows furrowed.

It doesn’t last long and when you open your eyes, he’s hovering over you, licking his lips. Very eagerly you pull down the hem of his boxers, exposing his hard cock. His own fingers wrap around it, stroking himself gently as he reaches for a bottle of lube. He stares at you with a look you can’t read.

“Something on your mind?” You voice out.

He shakes his head with a gentle smile and takes his position between your legs, your thighs over his. Aligning himself with your entrance, he grips your ankles on either side. Slowly, he enters and you will yourself not to make a sound at the initial stretch.

Jungkook keeps a steady pace, watching intently the way he moves in and out of you. You can’t help but to stare at him and the way his abs clench every time he moves his hips into you. The flexing of his arms every now and then, keeping your legs steady. And the way the warm light casts shadows dancing over his body as he moves.

“Jungkook.” You call out for him, so softly.

He releases your ankles and leans forward, resting his body on yours. Pressing his forehead to you, he admires the look of lust in your eyes and the way you’re biting your bottom lip. “Yes, my love?”

Your fingers run over his face. You’re too occupied with the pleasure of him inside you that your brain refuses to put your thoughts into words. He chuckles when you only manage a breathy smile instead.

Your wrists get pinned over your head once again, and he watches you from above. Every thrust is deep and filling, his hips moving expertly to give you just the right amount of pleasure, leaving you a hot mess beneath him.

You look absolutely breathtaking to him; the parting of your lips, eyes shut and shaky breaths. Your breasts bounce with every thrust and your chest rises and falls with every breath you take. He lets out a low guttural sound and presses his body to yours, devouring your lips in a passionate kiss.

His hips pick up speed, grinding into you with calculated moves. You get lost in each other, a mixture of your quick breaths filling the room. The look in his eyes is mirrored in yours, waves of emotions flowing between both your bodies and soul.

Jungkook can’t describe his feelings for you. It’s something he hasn’t felt in a long time; warmth, love, trust, acceptance. All he knows is to tell you he loves you and hopes you get it.

Your eyes get misty as you let your own emotions get to you, feeling the twinge in your chest when you look at him.

Arms wrapping around his waist, your tongues dance between your lips. He knows all the right spots to leave you breathless. You feel it building in the pit of your stomach, and pull away from the kiss, no longer in control of your actions.

Jungkook feels it too, sensing the pressure between your hips as they wrap tightly around him. He steadies himself and gives you long, deep strokes, as he watches your breaths get quicker. The euphoric look on your face earns a grunt of approval from him.

Not wanting to hold back any longer, his hips grind into yours at a quicker pace, feeling himself reaching his release. His mouth latches on to your nipple, sucking it for a second before he hears small whines leaving you, signalling you’re close.

Willing yourself to keep your eyes open, you place a hand on the side of his face, making sure his eyes stay on yours. It gets blurrier with the way tears start to fill your eyes. “I love you.” You blurt out in a whisper and he rests his forehead on yours as he thrusts hard, one which makes your insides squirm.

Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat as he watches you. A single tear rolls down the side of your face as you start to reach your high. “I love you Y/N.”  He breathes out against your lips before capturing you in a kiss. With one hard thrust, you find yourself succumbing to the pressure in your middle, unravelling a wave of pleasure that courses through your entire body, chest rising towards him and hands keeping him close.

Watching you, he reaches his own climax, hips bucking wildly into yours, and you feel his warm release spilling inside you, his moans lost in the kiss. It takes a while before his hips slow down into a gentle rhythm. Your body goes limp as you ride it out, drained of energy.

He catches his breath with his head on yours and when you finally catch each other’s eyes, you share a giggle. He shines in his afterglow, a look of pure bliss on his face. But he could say the same for you, thumb running over your cheek to wipe off the tear stains.

In that moment, it feels as if you’re staring right into his soul. He stares back at you, as if trying to say something more than what’s been said, worrying once again about conveying what’s in his heart. But you just smile back.

“I know, Jungkook. I know. I love you too.”

[coffeecakefanfics]

The 1,001 Clichés of A Teenage Romance (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader)

Studying with Ned was nothing new to Peter, but actually stopping by ‘Kay’s Coffee and bakery’ for coffee was.  The coffee shop sat two buildings down from his apartment and Aunt May would stop in before work every morning.  With her day off she asked Peter and Ned to run and get her a coffee and whatever they’d like.  

It was a typical coffee shop, the walls were painted a muted cream and the tables were a beautiful sturdy oak.  There were pictures of New York plastered on the wall along with a big picture of the “Kay” family.  Behind the counter was a menue board along with a black board with the desserts of the day scribbled in pink and yellow chalk.  

“Good morning, welcome to Kay’s Coffee and Bakery where every cup is brewed fresh and every baked good is homemade how can I help yo- Oh hey I know you two from school,”  The girl stood behind the counter.  She had a smile on her face.  She wore a plain black long sleeve with a small Kay’s logo on the left breast.  The half apron she wore was black and the name tag was pinned to the top ‘Y/N’

“We have Calc, bio, and english together and im pretty sure we share a lunch break too,” she beamed.

“Oh yeah you’re in drama and on the volleyball team right?” Ned kind of lit up.

“Yup, and i’m in knowledge bowl, student council, and they’re trying to get me to join prom planning,” she kind of laughed. Peter recognized her alright, she was the top hitter on the volleyball team, he remembers watching her last season with MJ. 

“You stay busy then?” Peter piped up this time.

“Well I mean between school, clubs, and work i’m surprised I have time for anything else,” She took a deep breath at that. “So, what can I get you guys?”

“I need an,” Peter looked at the text May had sent him, “Iced French Vanilla with Extra Extra Cream and white chocolate syrup and a coffee cake muffin” he finished and peeked up at the girl who was already brewing the drink. 

“So you’re the famous nephew huh?” she teased as she poured the creamer into the cup. Peters face went flush and he started to stutter

“I-well I uh”

“It’s fine, I think it’s sweet.  She tells me how good you take care of her and the trouble you get in to.  It’s honestly one of my favorite parts of my morning.  Everyone else is suuuch a drag,” She laughed and slid the drink and muffin across the counter. “Anything else?”

“We don’t really drink coffee,” Peter turned to Ned. “do you want anything?”

“Yeah can I have a hot chocolate?”  He asked.

“Of course, plain or with extras, extras are free of charge except espresso shots”

“However you like it is fine”

“alright that’ll be $8.27 thank you,” she took the cash, gave them change and went to making the drink. 

“May We’re back” Peter called into the apartment.  May came almost running from the couch to grab her coffee. 

“You are a life saver,” she kissed the top of his head.

“Come oonn” he gently pushed her back.

“Where’s Ned?”

“He had to go home, something about a new episode of a show, I don’t know” He flopped onto the chair cockeyed to the couch.

“She’s cute right?” May smirked and set her drink down.

“I mean yeah, She’s pretty, but she’s also popular,” he shrugged. 

“Peter, baby, she has a job and a full ride to MIT, not to mention she likes a lot of the same dorky stuff you do,” she shifted and looked at him. “You haven’t been on a date in years Pete, why not go now?” she poked.

“She probably already has someone, I mean she is popular, remember?”

“I think you should go for it, get out of the house,” The conversation ended there. Peter laid in bed that night thinking about how he’d spot her in class or in the halls.  She was pretty, but she was also busy, he didn’t want to mess with her schedule. 

Lunch rooms are the devil, they’re clique filled and loud, but the only time he can actually talk to his friends. 

“Come on you KNOW that padme just lost the will to live,” How the topic started none of them new all they new was Peter and Ned were going at it again and MJ wanted out. “Dude she just gave up, her husband joined the darkside, face the facts”

“Actually, Palpatine took her life force for Anakin, Padme was a strong woman who fought for what was right, she wouldn’t just leave her babies alone,” Y/n jumped in and sat next to MJ. Ned and Peter looked at each other and back at the girl.

“What i’m popular not uncultured,” she laughed. “Okay MJ I need some serious help with knowledge bowl studying”

“Y/n, I love you, I do, but I’m busy this week, I have a ton of homework because Mr. Braun decided to be a dick, I’m sorry,” MJ spoke remorsefully.

“My meet is monday, it’s going to decide who goes to state, is there no way you can help,” Y/n pleaded with her friend.

“I’m sorry, I am, but I can’t fail this class”

“You’re right I’m sorry, if you need help studying or doing homework i’ll help you” She smiled and went to stand. 

“Peter can help,” Ned blurted

“I can?” Peter turned his head sharply.

“He can, he has a stark internship until 6 but after that he’s free,” Ned motioned with his eyes from Peter to the Girl.  

“I-uh-I, yeah I can help,” he stuttered and flushed.

“Peter you really don’t have to,” she gave him a sympathetic look.

“Yeah no, it’s uh, no problem,” he smiled awkwardly.

“You just saved my life, I owe you.  I’ll meet you at the coffee shop and we can go to my place after okay?” she beamed.  Peter liked her smile, it was bright. 

“Of course” he grinned. 

“Y/N, Game plan!” One of the other girls called.

“Sorry, I have to go but tonight at 6,” she lit up as she grabbed her tray and jogged over to her friends.

“What the fuck?” peter turned to Ned.

“I saw how you looked at her at the coffee shop, and you haven’t been on a date in years. it’s my job as a wing man to help you get dates,” Ned shrugged and took a bite of the sandwich in front of him. Peter sighed and pulled his phone out.

P:Hey May, I’m helping a friend study I won’t be home till late

M:You’re not patrolling are you?

P:No, I’m seriously helping a friend study

M:Stay safe, I sent you $10 for dinner <3

The streets were dim when Peter walked up to the shop.  She stood locking the door.

“Hey” He called.

“Peter Hi,” she grinned and waved. 

“So um, y-your place?” he tugged at his straps. 

“Yeah, I live in those apartments right there,” she nodded at the building two doors down.

“Wait, what? so do I, how come I never see you?” he turns to her. 

“I usually take the fire escape home, I hate walking through the lobby, and I can sneak in without having to talk to my family,” she laughed. “Not that they’re bad people, I just get over worked and don’t want to take it out on them” they walked into the lobby and got in the elevator.

“Don’t worry about them being home, I live with my dad and he’s on a business trip,” she unlocked the door and let Peter walk in.  It was cleanly decorated with neutral greys, whites and blacks. 

“This is nice,” he lets his eyes wander the apartment.

“Yeah, it’s how my mom liked it,” she smiled sadly.  Peter remembers it happening, it was one of the attacks on New York, The avengers couldn’t get everyone out in time, 3 people had died that day.

“I’m sorry for your loss”

“I’m not, she’s why I do what I do” The girl smiles and kicks her shoes off, “my room is back here, it’s way cooler than this,” she laughs and drags him to her room.  Warm LED lights illuminate the room.  Peter spins and looks at all the posters and figurines scattered around the room.  The walls are decorated with posters of various animes and shows. He turns to the tv stand and sees shelves full of games. 

“Told you I’m cultured,” she teases and sits on the bed. Peter sits next to her.  She pulls out her laptop and plugs a flash drive into it. 

“So this will give you questions and the answer, I get a point if I get it right,” she smiles and spins the screen to him. “thanks for doing this, by the way,” she adjusts and holds a decorative pillow to her chest.

They had been at this for nearly two hours she was growing frustrated and uneasy.

“Who wrote A farewell to Arms?”

“Hemmingway” she looed pleadingly

“Yes,” he beamed and went to click next.

“I can’t anymore, I’m done,” she flopped back on the bed. “This sucks” she yells muffled by her pillow.

“Then why keep doing it?” he closes the laptop. She sits up and pushes her hair out of her face. 

“That is a topic for a different level of friendship,” she smirks and looks him over.  She had had a crush on him forever, and by forever she means since last year.  She admired how his eyes kind of drifted around the room. 

“Do you need to go home yet?” she asked. His eyes jumped back to her and locked. 

“No, I live two floors down so it’ll only take a minute to get home”

“Do you want to play a game or watch a movie?” she asked, getting up and grabbing the controller. His face kind of flushed. “A-a movie is fine”

“What? scared I’ll kicked your ass or something?” she smirked.

“No way I just don’t want to make you cry when I beat you,” he joked cockily with her.

“Oh you’re on Parker, Injustice 2?” she looked back at him and he nodded.

“Black Canary is way to OP this is bullshit,” Peter throws his hands up. Y/N laid laughing at him.  His phone cut the laughter short.

“it’s May sorry,” he picked up the phone. “Peter it’s 10 pm where are you?!” she called into the line.

“there’s no way it’s-” he looked at his watch. “Oh shit, May I’m sorry i’m coming down now,” he hung up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize how late it is,” he scrambled to grab his stuff. 

“Fire escape is faster than the lobby, there’s a window to the hallway if you go to the right” she grabbed his phone and bag for him. 

“i had fun,” he smiled at her.

“I did too, especially since I kicked your ass at injustice,” she smirked.

“I’ll see you at school monday?” he asked.

“Um, I’m free saturday if you want to come over, we can play games or watch a movie or something? I’ll get us pizza or-” she trailed off.

“I’d love to,” he blushed.

“It’s a date,” she smiled and opened her window. Peter stepped out onto the landing. 

“Hey peter?” she called and he turned to her.  She leaned out and kissed his cheek. “A little something for the road,” she held something wrapped in white paper to him. He shut the door to his apartment. 

“There you are, I was worried sick,” May scolded.

“I was upstairs with a friend, I’m sorry we lost track of time.  He set the paper on the counter and opened it.  A fresh coffee cake was sitting in a small box with a note

‘For May and Peter’ 

[ri-ahhh]

Ooooh but like what if it's gray getting jealous and a teeny but insecure too when MJ mentions some of her work mates and other close guy friends w whom she hangs out and drinks and parties yk?And when he finally meets them he might not be able to get some inside jokes or be pissy on how touchy one of her guy bffs is?!And just goes like"baby am I too young for you?"🥺maybe some cute fluff and hot makeup sex?? ;p Sorry if this too much or straight up lame It's cool if you don't wanna concept this

Ok, first of all, I love this. Second, this is my first MJ concept and I’m soft af🥺

If there’s one personality trait Grayson Dolan wouldn't normally attribute to himself, it’s that of being easily jealous. Why would he be? His life, despite it’s occasional heavy downs, is relatively picturesque in the grand scheme of things. He’s got a loving family, an amazing career, a beautiful girlfriend, and he’s narcissistic enough to proudly say he’s a good-looking dude.

But the little green monster first starts to stir in chest when said beautiful girlfriend lays back on his chest one morning, scrolling through Instagram while the two of them laze in bed. MJ is looking through the pictures she had been tagged in at a company dinner the night before, double-tapping her phone screen occasionally and diverting his attention away from his own phone when she does.

“Who’s that?” he asks, trying to sound as casual as possible as he eyes a certain picture with slightly narrowed eyes.

“Hm?” MJ had already scrolled down to the next photo, but she goes back to the one in question. Grayson points to the guy standing next to her. “Oh. That’s Jesse. He’s one of my teammates.”

Grayson doesn't respond right away, his gaze focused on the way the attractive young man has his arm wrapped tightly around MJ’s waist in the group photo. MJ is leaning away from him, but it still gives him a bad vibe — not from her, but from him.

“He looks friendly.”

MJ glances up at him and slaps the other side of his bare chest with the back of her hand jokingly. “Relax, we all had to squeeze in to get the picture. He’s just a colleague.”

“Yeah, to you,” Grayson mumbles. He tosses down his phone and turns on his side so he can throw his arm over her middle, nuzzling into her hair.

MJ smiles and scratches her nails up and down his sculpted arm, his warm breath tickling her ear. He’s not really the possessive type, too confident in himself and trustworthy in her for this to have ever been an issue in their relationship, but her work world is one entirely separate from him. She doesn’t think it’s too irrational for him to be suspicious, especially since she can admit feeling a little iffy about the way Jesse had so easily sidled up to her for that photo.

She shifts her head on the pillow so she’s facing him, kissing his lips softly but soundly. It’s an unspoken reassurance between them, and they both let the topic go.

A few days later, they’re in the kitchen together, a pass only she is allowed while Grayson cooks. MJ sits on the island, her feet dangling over the cabinets as Grayson stirs the vegetables he’s sautéing on the stove, when her phone buzzes on the marble countertop beside her. She picks it up and chuckles, her manicured fingers typing away.

“What’s so funny?” Grayson asks nosily.

MJ hits ‘send’ in the text response she wrote. “Jesse sent a stupid meme that reminded him of this super difficult exec we have to deal with for one of our clients.” She holds up her phone so Grayson can see it, but without the further context he doesn’t really see the humor in it. It causes a weird sensation to bubble in his stomach, one he can’t quite place, but it definitely makes him give the veggies an extra vigorous stir that has some of them flying out of the pan on accident.

He draws the line on this guy in his head when MJ sends him a text the next afternoon while he’s in a Wakeheart meeting downtown, just a few blocks from her office.

ugh baby i’m so sorry i have to cancel our lunch date :/ jesse wants to keep working on this report we have due this afternoon and i’ll look like a dick if i leave.

Grayson huffs and feels the back of his neck flush with anger. Why is Jesse controlling whether or not she can take her lunch break? She has a habit of skipping it to begin with, which Grayson can’t stand and actively tries to make sure she doesn’t do, so his irritation with this dude is through the roof now. His mind can’t help but wander to the possibility that maybe Jesse is doing it on purpose; he knows for a fact all of her coworkers know about him, so who’s to say he’s not trying to keep her to himself today? Before he can type out a heated response, however, MJ double-texts.

i promise I’ll make it up to you tonight. whatever you want, on me. literally and figuratively ;)

She knows him too well, can probably sense his frustration a few streets away. Grayson sighs, but his mouth lifts in a little smile, because he loves her and he’s low-key looking forward to that promise now.

Alright. I’ll be thinking about that to get me through this meeting. Pls eat tho baby, it makes me worry when you don’t.

me too lol. and gonna order some kreation now, don’t worry. ily

She punctuates her message with a few heart emojis, and Grayson returns the sentiment before pocketing his phone once more. His mind is far from the financial projections he’s supposed to be paying attention to, but luckily this is much more Ethan’s territory in the business than his, anyways.

Friday, he and MJ are cuddling on the couch watching a movie when out of nowhere she gasps a little and sits up from where she’s leaning on him. “Oh, I almost forgot to ask. You and E doing anything tomorrow?”

Grayson chuckles and shakes his head, amused by the suddenness of her question. He pushes a lock of her hair, damp from their shared shower, behind her ear. “Not that I know of, other than we might go to the skatepark.”

MJ grins. “Well, my boss is making us do our monthly team-building workshop at a climbing gym, if you want to tag along. I don’t think you’ll be able to join us during the middle of it, obviously, but afterwards it would give you the chance to meet some of the people I work with, if you want.”

He considers it. He hasn’t been climbing in a while, and he’s actually been itching to get back into it. Not to mention, it’ll give him a chance to keep an eye on Jesse while he’s around MJ in the skin-tight lycra she wears to work out in.

“Yeah, I’m down. I’ll ask E if he wants to come, too.”

The next day, the three of them roll up to the gym in Ethan’s Tesla. Grayson wastes no time in taking MJ’s hand in his as they walk through the parking lot, just in case a certain set of eyes are watching. MJ squeezes his fingers reassuringly; she’s not dumb, not impervious to the fact that when he kisses her goodbye once they step inside and before they go their separate ways that he had caught a glimpse of the man from the picture that put his guard up to begin with.

When he pulls back but makes no move to join Ethan on the other side of the gym, MJ shakes her head with a grin and cups his cheek softly.

“No need to stake your claim, Neanderthal,” she says.

He looks down at her with a pout that makes her heart and her panties melt. His wide hands plant themselves on her hips and tug her a little closer to him, anyways. “Am I being obvious?” he asks.

“Only to me,” she winks, rising on her toes to give him one more chaste kiss. “Now go with E, before Chanel gets here and I have to reverse the roles.”

Grayson laughs but does as he’s told, giving her waist a gentle squeeze before they part ways. MJ’s company had rented half of the gym, which was roped off for them. He chooses the open wall closest to the one they're using, eager to keep his girlfriend as nearby as possible for the couple of hours they would be separated.

As he sits on a bench and slips on his climbing shoes, Grayson can’t help but search out where Jesse is. He’s easy to spot, that’s for sure. Not only is he already next to MJ, chatting animatedly while she smiles and nods politely in return, but he stands out with his curly mop of hair, caramel-colored skin, and pale blue eyes. Maybe his attractiveness is part of the reason Grayson is somewhat intimidated by his obvious interest in MJ, but he’s also part of her everyday life, one he knows nothing about other than what she shares with him.

It’s never been something that bothers him, because it’s healthy to have a life outside of a relationship, but he’s always dated — hooked up, whatever you want to call it — in his industry. There was always a mutual understanding of what work and life in general entailed with those flings, and it’s taken Jesse for him to suddenly realize he doesn’t have the experience or the knowledge of how to handle his feelings with that not being the case with MJ. It makes him feel out of control, not good enough somehow.

Grayson Dolan does not like to be out of control and he most certainly does not like being below his own standards.

“Who’s that?”

Grayson is brought out of his daze by his brother’s voice and the hand he had clapped to his shoulder. If he were able to laugh at himself in this moment, he might have found Ethan’s question funny, since it was exactly what he’d said when he first saw Jesse, too. Ethan’s gaze is fixed on MJ and the man in question, who had placed his hand on her elbow as he talked only for MJ to duck down to ‘tie her shoe.’

“Jesse,” is all he says, standing up to buckle his chalk belt around his waist.

“Oh,” Ethan replies, nodding his head a little. “Do we like him?”

“Nope.”

“Cool.”

Ethan becomes another set of eyes for Grayson while they climb, giving him nudges or a little whistle every time he catches Jesse standing a little too close to MJ, or finding a reason to touch her, or to ‘help’ her as she climbs up the wall. Grayson glowers over every time, trying his best but probably failing to not to come off as the jealous boyfriend. Every once in a while MJ will catch his eyes, giving him a quick wave or a thumbs-up with a pretty smile just for him. It makes his heart settle some, only for his chest to tighten again when Jesse starts cheering for her a little too loud.

The two hours pass by a little faster as he settles into the rhythm of climbing, trying to put her touchy coworker in the back of his mind. He trusts MJ with everything in him, but he knows how men can be — ignorant either by choice or by idiocy to a woman’s obvious signals of disinterest.

“Gray!”

He’s just reached the top of the wall when his girlfriend’s voice cuts clear through the loud chatter around them. He looks down and sees her on the mat, hair pulled back in a cute high ponytail, freckled cheeks flushed from the exertion of the day, as she waves him down with that same bright smile.

He grins, excited to have her to himself once again. “One sec!”

Once he’s made it back down the wall, he greets her with a kiss. She’s tied her jacket around her waist, leaving her top half covered only by a pretty green sports bra that happens to be both his favorite color and one that makes her eyes pop beautifully.

“I like this,” he says suggestively, hooking his finger in one of the straps and tugging gently.

MJ rolls her eyes and reaches up to adjust the center of the Wakeheart cap he’s got backwards over his hair. “Come on. You can meet the idiots I have to put up with every day.”

She leads him to the group, who are all standing around chatting, gulping down water, gathering keys and such as they prepare to leave. He gets introduced to them a couple at a time. Some of them he recognizes by name, such as Valentina and Jude (both of whom MJ actually likes and considers friends), MJ’s intern Alessia, and Chanel, of course, who bats her eyes so obnoxiously it’s almost comical.

And then there’s Jesse, who’s immediately sizing Grayson up with those striking eyes as soon as they approach him standing in the corner on his phone. Grayson doesn’t back down in the slightest, a smirk fixing itself on his lips when MJ leans into him and wraps her arm around his back. He drapes his own over her shoulders, pulling her that much closer to him.

“Hey Jess. This is the famous boyfriend I’ve told you all about,” she introduces, patting a hand on his hard stomach and smiling up at him for a moment.

Grayson lets go of MJ long enough to extend his hand. “Grayson.”

Jesse accepts and shakes his hand politely. “Jesse. MJ and I are teammates.”

“So I’ve heard,” he says, keeping a tight smile on his face as Jesse continues to square up to him, like Grayson has posed some kind of challenge.

Jesse nods, a grin of his own popping up as he gets the idea that MJ has maybe talked about him before. Grayson wants to roll his eyes, but he stays trying to be the bigger person here.

“So what do you do, Grayson?” Jesse asks.

Another hot flash overcomes him. He’s heard the question often enough to know there are two ways people ask it: innocently and genuinely; or knowingly and almost maliciously, like Jesse is now, waiting for him to say the ‘i’ word and berate him for it passive-aggressively.

MJ tightens her arm around him some, and it calms him down enough to answer with an even tone. “I do social media.”

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, though,” MJ steps in for him with a grin. “He and his brother have a whole production team under them. And they're CEO’s and part-owners of a fragrance company, Wakeheart. I think I’ve told you, whenever you compliment my perfume, that it’s Grayson’s, right?”

She’s incredible, really. Grayson smiles and shows off the diamonds in his teeth, which glint in the harsh artificial light. “Well, Jesse, if you like MJ’s perfume so much, I’d be glad to send you our whole collection. Maybe you’ll find one that’s right for you.”

He can see Jesse’s resolve start to waver, especially when MJ stands on her toes to kiss Grayson’s stubbled cheek. “Very generous, huh Jesse?”

Jesse clears his throat and digs his keys out of his pocket tellingly. “Ah, yeah. Thanks, man, good to meet you. See you Monday, MJ.”

He brushes past the couple without another glance, and he at least has the decency to blush a little from embarrassment. MJ turns and wraps her arms around Grayson’s middle, staring up at him with big green eyes that sparkle with amusement.

“Do you think he got the picture that I’m completely, totally, head over heels in love with you?” she asks, swaying slightly as he wraps his arms around her as well. “And that he has no chance in this universe whatsoever?”

“I don’t know, I feel like you could’ve laid it on a little thicker. Hyped me up a bit more,” Grayson jokes, dipping down to brush her lips with his. A blonde statue glares at the pair of them when he pulls back and glances over MJ’s head. “Chanel is staring daggers at us. Should we make out right here so she can see how I feel the same about you?”

MJ giggles and shakes her head. “Unfortunately, nothing will faze that bitch.” She nuzzles his nose with hers affectionately, the chaste display a perfect disguise for the dirty whispers that comes out of her mouth next. “Mm, my CEO boyfriend can take me home, though, and fuck me nice and hard in the shower.”

Grayson’s eyes turn a shade darker, and he bites his plump lower lip. He wants to slip his hands down to her ass, but he’s also very aware of how public they are right now. “If we even make it to the shower,” he murmurs.

MJ scrunches her nose and raises her brow in a look of mild disgust. “Gray, if you think I’m sucking your dick after it’s been in a cup for nearly three hours, without you taking a shower, you better think again. I don’t think even Chanel is down for that.”

Grayson lets out a belly laugh and releases her, taking her by the hand instead to go find Ethan. “Noted, baby. Noted.”

[cryoculus]

More love for Semi please? Anything will do, your writing is exquisite in any form anyway :D

» Word Count: 1,857 wordsCross-posted on AO3

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE :(( I actually wrote three chapters’ worth of content for him already and you can read the whole thing on the ao3 link.(NOTE: This is based on the current events of the final arc of the Haikyuu manga. I tagged it as a spoiler but I won’t really go into the specifics of what’s going on. Semi is our main focus here ^__^)

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“Please?”

“No,” was your flat reply.

Semi heaved a long sigh, mouth twitching into an irritated grimace. You returned his reaction with a sassy look of your own—one, finely penciled brow quirked as bright, red lips rivalled the adamance that Semi brought about. While you were in no position to tell him to just go back to his cubicle and get today’s work done (you, sadly, held the same position in office), you at least had the right to turn him down. Your department had a monthly financial report coming up. Why on Earth did he want your help writing a song?

“Come on,” he groaned. “You know I’d eat my fist first before asking for your help, but our manager really digs your old pieces from college.”

Your eye twitched.

“Way to beg for someone’s aid in a time of dire need,” you bit back sarcastically. “Go do it then.”

“What?”

“Eat your whole fist.” You gave him a pointed look, even making a show of paying attention by putting your pen down.

Your co-worker let out a frustrated groan, fingers carding through his messy, ashen hair. The gesture made the tattoos on his chest visible for a second, before disappearing again behind his barely done button-up. It was a mystery, how a man like him made it as a public servant—with his flamboyant piercings and tip-dyed hair—but you supposed you should learn to look past physical appearances. The agency allowed it, so why should you make a fuss?

Ah, right. Semi Eita was the most hot-headed man in your department, and he had a knack for picking fights with you.

“If you get the balance sheet done by five o'clock, I might reconsider,” you told him, not really meaning the words, as you directed your attention back at the paperwork on your desk. Balance sheets are the toughest to fill out, since the data needed had to be collated from different sectors of the city. You highly doubted that Semi, with his thinner-than-a-strand-of-hair patience, could finish it in one sitting.

“Deal.”

Your gaze hardened as you looked back up at him. “Come again?”

“Are you deaf?” he asked, folding lean arms across his chest. “I said it’s a deal.”

You couldn’t help the snort that made its way past your lips. Whatever his reasons may be, it was painfully obvious that he was desperate. But still. You knew that he wouldn’t be able to carry out the deed in your given deadline, but instead of talking him out of his own agreement, you merely shook your head in acceptance.

Semi eventually stalked off to his cubicle; the one just in front of yours. There was a divider that separated each employee’s workspace from the others, and it at least granted some semblance of privacy from outside gazes. You’ve been to Semi’s cubicle a couple of times—more to coordinate paperwork than engage in conversation, really—and he decorated his personal space exactly how a part-time rock band vocalist would. Though he didn’t exactly put up posters and painted the walls black, he added his own flair to his desk with guitar figurines, neon stickers on his desktop, and a photo of his bandmates enclosed in a sparkly picture frame.

The only reason you bothered looking so closely was the fact that you also went to the same university together (under the same degree, too!) You’ve always been keen around him, with his loud way of living, as opposed to you, who’s always chosen to live simply and without pretentiousness. Sure, the disparity between your lifestyles had caused you to be at each other’s throats since freshman year, but it was still a surprise that your synergy was top notch. You would, as Semi put it so delicately, eat your fist first before admitting to the fact, but it’s a given that you preferred to work with him instead of other, unfamiliar people.

You sighed, brandishing a bored look at the bleak document in front of you. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to help him out…

But when you recalled every time he’s talked over you during board meetings, sneered at you when he got a higher score during exams, and his distateful behavior in general, you steeled your resolve.

Either he’s going to get that balance sheet over with or he’ll keel over. If he wanted your help, he’s going to have to work for it.

—

You were in the middle of fixing your belongings when the sound of a stack of papers hitting your desk rang in your ears.

“There,” Semi said breathlessly, making you look up at him in surprise. He even tossed a flash drive on top of the papers he deposited, where you saw the city hall’s heading printed in full color. You reluctantly checked your phone for the time. 16:57, it said, in a mockingly bold typeface before shoving it in your pocket.

The damn guy really did get it done before five.

“The electronic document is saved in there, in case you lose the print.” He was panting at this point, and you had a vague idea as to why he looked like he just ran a marathon. The one printer in your department (this year’s budget was cut) broke down a few days ago, and the nearest functional one was at the Logistics office three floors down.

Still refusing to believe it, you peered at the documents he just brought in. You scanned each of the entries printed on each page. That’s when you realized that Sendai City’s expenses have skyrocketed since the new year because the list of expenses occupied a whole page alone. A worried sigh made its way past your lips, but at least the liabilities were cut down to a minimum. You heard that the governor of Miyagi was going to pledge a few hundred thousand yen for the city’s founding anniversary, too.

You paused. Blinking, you rearranged the papers neatly back into its pile—biting back the urge to clutch your wounded pride. Semi was looking at you expectantly, like he wanted you to praise his flawless bookkeeping.

In actuality, his determination was beginning to freak you out.

“Why do you want me to help you so badly?” you asked, voice almost trembling. “Seriously, dude. I thought we hated each other. Quit acting out of character.”

“I told you, our manager really liked the songs you composed back in senior year,” he drawled, tired of having to repeat himself.

Your face twisted in confusion. “Who even is this manager of yours?”

There was a half-second delay in his response, but before you could paint a reason for his hesitation, he immediately replied with, “Saito. Saito Makoto.”

You stiffened, gaze going rigid at the mention of that name. “Oh.”

“Yeah. If I manage to give him a piece by the end of the month, he’ll help us sign a contract with a big-shot record label,” Semi explained, oblivious to your discomfort.

“But haven’t you been writing songs since high school?” you wondered aloud. “That’s what you said during our Pol-Gov class ice breaker.”

He frowned. “You still remember that?”

Okay. You kept forgetting that your sharp memory wasn’t always a praiseworthy thing. You gulped, feeling the heat creep up your face. “Um, anyway, the point still stands. You’ve been writing songs for God-knows-how-long, and while I’m not one to dish out compliments especially to you, I’m pretty sure they’re okay if you managed to gather a decent fanbase.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning against the divider of your cubicle. “We’re a rock band. I write rock songs, but Saito wants me to write a goddamn love song.”

Typical Saito. Though he looked like a rugged high school delinquent, he was awfully sentimental when it came to music. He was the one who inspired you to write the songs Semi was pestering you about all day after all…

“Fine,” you relented. “I never go back on my word and since you did a…good job with this, I’ll help you out.”

His light brown eyes lit up for a moment, but Semi managed to mask his relief in a split second—containing his excitement in a single nod. “Are you free this Saturday? You can come by my place and we could start getting to work.”

Well, that was forward of him. You expected to work on the song in a coffee shop or something, but he went on ahead and invited you to his own humble abode anyway. You parsed through your weekend plans in your mind, and once you confirmed that you were free, you scribbled down your phone number on a sticky note. Almost five years of acquaintance and you’d never bothered giving it to him. Huh.

“Just text me the time and place,” you told him, pocketing the flash drive as you slipped the balance sheet in one of the empty folders in your organizer. “You better not pull anything funny and lead me to a secluded alley or something.”

Semi scoffed, folding the piece of paper and sticking it inside his trousers. “As if.”

You then slung your bag across your shoulders, grinning insincerely. “Glad we’re on the same page, then.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

With that, Semi exited your cubicle, leaving you no room to wonder why he didn’t even spare a quick ‘thank you’.

Just as you were smoothing out the creases on your pencil skirt, your phone began buzzing in the pocket of your blazer. Brows raised, you fished it out and unlocked it.

From: Makohey, wanna grab some dinner? its on me :3

Speak of the devil. You swallowed the lump in your throat, fingers shakily managing to type a coherent reply.

To: MakoYeah sure. Where to tho

From: Makocan we get some italian? ik u love the udon place across the street but akane’s having dinner w her friends there

From: Makocant have her seeing us together now do we

The way he put that so casually made your chest constrict with a too-familiar sensation. You heaved a deep breath, pursing your lips into a thin line as you sent a quick “Ok” text to end your conversation. Saito replied with those iffy heart-eyed emojis that he only ever used when he wanted something from you, and you had to compose yourself so you wouldn’t burst into tears right there.

“Oi.”

You almost jumped at the sound of Semi’s voice as he peered inside your cubicle once more. He clutched his suitcase in one hand, eyeing you curiously.

“What do you want?”

“You’re headed uptown, too, right?” he asked, and you nodded reluctantly. “Thought you’d want a lift.”

“Semi, just because I’m helping you achieve your dreams, doesn’t mean you have to be nice to me.” You laughed softly, tension easing from his uncalled for kindness.

He, however, looked unconvinced. “Do you want a ride or not?”

You raised your hands in defeat, managing a genuine smile. “Alright, fine. It’ll be a hellish commute anyway.”

You liked to think that that’s how you started becoming friends with your odd, hot-headed co-worker.

[someone-always-cares]

[image description: a q&a for the webcomic someone always cares. full desc under the cut because its long and wordy sorry]

post chapter 3 Q&A

first - previous - next

thanks for yalls questions!! it was fun to answer! if anyone still has questions feel free to ask whenever i am always 100% down to ramble. even if i did go slightly off topic in some answers

additional: went off topic with the hair question a bit. their bright hair is all part of the transformations. regular hair dye does exist though. best way to tell is that if the eyebrow matches the hair its probably not dyed. also, quartz’s hair is naturally ginger.

also for more on ages, check out the character bios here

also was gonna keep this in the tags but thought i might as well actually try to answer it: the question i found it hardest to answer was someone the song one. my taste in music is. a mess really. ive been listening to like the same 5 songs on repeat all day. more under the cut because i was rambling again and now its uhhh half 1am

if it helps at the time of answering that specific question i had home by cavetown on repeat, and that song reminds me of both rami and lewis. but that may be because i project onto those two a lot, and as a aro trans dude. who sucks with people skills, yeah of course i love that song.

specifically the vibes of like not knowing how to communicate (rami is fine with his friends but other people are different), the lines “ Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now and this place, Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane” idk what the porcelain face line is supposed to mean but im picturing it as like. a mask. that you need to take off and stop hiding and rami does tend to hide when hes feeling upset, and the next two lines kinda could tie into that, like the feeling of when youre overwhelemed and just want the world to stop so you just hide somewhere. also the colours could go with chapter 3 with the chromatic abberation.

also the bit with “ my eyes went dark, I don't know where, my pupils are, But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here” just kinda sums up ramis whole hero thing with his powers and all. anyway this has turned into less what songs rami would like and why this particular song reminds me of him and lewis (lewis specifically has the hair cutting/chest hiding, [big transmasc mood], and also messy haired trainwreck who doesnt know who he is yet. also the ghosts bit)

i did end up picking upbeat songs because ramis a dude who like to try and be upbeat even if things arent. even if hes not really feeling it he will pretend to.

[full description: Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: “hi ily!!! do characters like quartz who have colored hair have that naturally or did they dye it?”

“its both natural and not! while most supers can do a magical girl ish transformation, including a change in hair colour, there are some exceptions.”

theres two small full body drawings of rami, one in civilian clothes, one fully transformed.

“if a superhero were to have a biological child, the child will inherit the powers of the parent(s). however, the child will not inherit the full transfromation. they do inherit any physical transformations, but not the outfit.”

theres a drawing of a woman in blue, quartz’s mother, fully transformed, holding her mask in her hand, smiling down at a much younger quartz as a child. hes smiling back up at her with the same blue eyes, pointy ears, and blue hair, but hes still in normal clothes.

“in the case of quartz, both of hisparents had superpowers, and he inherited those powers and the physical transformations.he can also pick and mix whatphysical traits to change.“

next is a headshot of adult quartz, his face split down the middle with one side having hair and eye like his mother, the other like his father. theres a list of traits from each parents, blue hair and eyes and pointy ears from his mum, and purple hair and eyes and pointy teeth from their dad.

 “Anonymous said to someone-always-cares:  Are all the characters the same age? If not, how old are they? Are they irl friends or just superhero friends?”

theres some headshots of rami and his team lined up with ages labelled: cam is 15, rami himself is 17, lin, mateo, and dante, are all 18, and cap is 20.

“rami and xandra were somewhat friends before she got superpowers, so when, after the incident with her old team, she found rami had developed powers, xandra stuck close to him. their other teamates started off as superhero friends but soon turned into irl friends too”

theres a headshot of lewis and jade. theyre both 17

“when lewis first decided to start being a vigilante,jade quickly found him and decided to help train himand offered to be a mentor of sorts, as they both have similar powers. that quickly derailed.”

“ cinder5555 said to someone-always-cares: How long does it usually take to make a comic page? I'm curious because they're so freaking good that they must take FOREVER”

theres a drawing of myself, a fluffy hair tired bastard in a hoodie, smiling

“Thanks! Ive been doing this shit since like 2017 and i still have no idea how long it takes me. i can get a page done in a day if i have nothing else to do or if its a simple page, but if i have work then maybe 2-3 days? i spend like, most of my free time doing this.“

another drawing of me, now looking frustrated muttering “how the FUCK does time work”

“but i can never do it all on one sitting.i will inevitably get distracted and zone out daydreaming mid drawing so its very hard to get an accurate read on how long it takes. so however long a piece of string is i guess“

the only qustion not from tumblr is a discord message from RuneStone Cabin:

“Q: Can you talk about the incidence of superpowers in this world? Like many people are supers, which powers are more or less common, how long they've been a thing for, stuff like that. Also does Omen know I'd die for them “

theres a drawing of omen pointing at a date circled on a calender marked “decembuary”, theyre saying “i know. i already wrote your death in my calender.”

then a giant wall of text reading: “Supers have only existed for a relativly short time, since the early 1940s. momento mori was the second person to have ever gained powers.

Only a small number of the population are supers! the chances are higher in more populated cities, but unusally london has oneof the higher percentages of supers. while nobody in universe has any idea of the origins of superpowers, it does seem that powers are more likely to occur in people who would actually use their powers.

as for what powers are most common, after making a badly catagorized spreadsheet of every superpowered character ive made for this world (70% of which will probably never even be seen), turns out that elemental powers are the most common. although not all elemental powers manifest as the straight up 'controling this element' as seen in characters like lin or tsunami. for example, iris's powers would fall under shadow elemntal powers, but theyre a lot more weird that just controlling shadows.there are some abilities that have never been seen before,such as ressurection or full on time travel (aka anything that could bring a character back to life), but powers are certainly allowed to toe the line eg healing, powers involving undeath, immortality, pausing or manipulating time.

aside from that, anything goes. you could get plain old superstrength, but you could also get the ability to create dogs with your mind. other not quite rules, more guidelines are that supers are immune to their own powers hurting them (unless they were pushing themselves too hard), although the way the imminuties occur may be inconvinient to the super.

while some powers may be 'more powerful' than others, powers dont really get to be way underpowered or overpowered in comparision to others. sure being able to talk to animals may feel a bit useless compared to someone who can lift 4 tanks at once, but nobodys going to end up with a power like 'can turn into a goose but only once' or 'can grow toenails twice as fast' or 'if i sneeze i can change my hair colour'. at the same time, youre not going to get someone with the power to snap their fingers and level a city, or instantly blow up the moon or whatever.

“Anonymous said to someone-always-cares: I love rami PLEASE tell me his favorite song(s) and why. I will die for you”

a drawing of rami saying out loud “i dont really have any specific favourite song, really? i just listen to whatever sounds catchy and then listen to that on repeat for hours until i hate it. i guess i do like upbeat songs? ones that make you feel happy even if the lyrics are sad”

“ un1c0rnhh said to someone-always-cares: tell me,,, please,, cam,,, are they a cat person or a dog person?? ily"

theres a drawing of cam a metre away from a cat lying down. she has her arm out and is making ‘psspsspss’ noises at it. end id]

FUCK i am so glad i didnt hand write all of that, it would have been a major pain in the ass to write it all and then have to transcribe all that next. but nope i could directly copy paste the asks and word answers. cheers if anyone made it this far down. if anyone wonders why this is uploaded late, you know now.

[freddiesaysalright]

Dancing With Ben Week 2

A Ben Hardy x Reader Fic Most Memorable Year - Jive

Summary: Reader is one of the pro dancers on Dancing With the Stars. It’s her second season on the show, and this time, her partner is none other than Ben Hardy. Will they win the Mirror Ball? Maybe they’ll win something even more meaningful!

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Tag List: @psychosupernatural, @someone-get-a-medic, @twigleektribute23@asquiresofftime, @caborhapch, @iwasnothingbutacityboy, @a-kind-of-magik @ionlyhavepicturesofflowers Let me know if you’d like to be added!

A/N: This chapter was super fun! Lots of good Queen and BoRhap discussions, plus a special appearance from Rami!

Week 1

Week 2 here we go!!!

You were still coming down off the high from the first night. Ben really had done a superb foxtrot. This week you knew would be more intense since you had less time, but you were sure of his dedication now. He wasn’t satisfied with his scores, and was absolutely determined to do better this time around. When you got to rehearsal, you were surprised to find him already there.

“Look at you, eager beaver!” you said, setting down your bag and removing your shirt so you could get your mic pack on. 

He bounced on his toes. “I’m ready to go again! What have we got this week?” 

When you were both camera ready, you sat cross legged on the floor, patting the wood beside you. He took a seat there, stretching his legs out. 

“So, this week’s theme is most memorable year,” you explained. “What would you say is yours?”

He leaned back against the mirrored wall and looked up at the ceiling in thought. “It sounds kinda stupid, but I have to say 2018. Bohemian Rhapsody was really a life changing experience for me and I loved being a part of it.”

“That’s not stupid at all!” you encouraged. “Tell me more about what made it so special.”

“The story was really meaningful,” he said. “The music is awesome. But I also met people who became more like my brothers than just my cast mates. I miss them all so much, even though we talk almost every day.”

“I love that,” you assured him. “And I’m really glad you picked something happy because this week, we’re doing the jive.”

“The jive?” he questioned.

“Yeah, it’s high energy, but a lot of fun,” you said. “I really think you’re gonna like it. And since you chose your time on Bohemian Rhapsody, I think we should do a Queen song!”

His lips turned up into a grin. “Which one?”

“Don’t Stop Me Now,” you said. 

“Yes!” he cried, his face lighting up in a way that made your stomach flutter. “I love that song!”

“Who doesn’t?” you returned, equally excited. “And it’s the perfect tempo for a jive.”

“I never thought a Queen song would be right for ballroom,” he said.

“You’d be surprised!” you replied, getting to your feet and helping him up. “Now we’re gonna warm up because jive is a lot of cardio and a lot of footwork. I don’t want you to pull or strain anything.”

You began with some light cardio to get your heart rates up and warm up your muscles. Then you sat down again to stretch out your legs. You observed him to be sure his form was right.

“You should feel this one in your hamstrings,” you said. “Right here.” 

You placed your hand beneath his leg, but your fingers brushed the underside of his knee. He jerked away from you and you blinked, surprised. Then, you smiled mischievously at him. A pink tint rose in his cheeks and around his ears.

“Ben, are you ticklish?” you asked.

“No,” he answered, too quickly. “Okay, a little, behind my knees. It’s a really weird spot to be ticklish, but luckily, very few people touch me there.”

“I think you’re holding out on me,” you said with a smirk. 

“Don’t you dare,” he warned.

You crawled across the floor and lunged at him with a laugh. You were too fast for him so you quickly straddled him, pinning him under you. You ran your fingers experimentally over his tummy, but he didn’t react. You inched your way up, holding his gaze as you went. Your fingers were just trailing from his chest to his underarms when suddenly, his hands snapped up, digging his fingers into your sides and tickling you furiously. You screamed and fell to the side, releasing Ben from your hold as you giggled and tried to fight him off. 

“Y/N, are you ticklish?” he mocked your earlier tone as you writhed beneath him.

Through your laughter, you nodded. “Incredibly so! I’m sorry, please let me up!”

He stopped, and you remained on your back a moment to catch your breath. He sat up, looking smugly at you. 

“I’d say we’re pretty well warmed up, wouldn’t you?” you asked.

“I think so.”

“Well, let’s dance then!”

He helped you to your feet so you could start this week’s routine. 

He had an easier time of the jive than he did the foxtrot, which you found unusual. But Ben was great at keeping time and staying on the beat, so his kicks and flicks were good. You corrected him on a few things, making sure his feet didn’t look like they were flopping on the kicks, and keeping his arm long on moves where he was reaching. 

“Okay, step, kick, step, good!” you praised as you went. “Keep your eyes up, Ben!”

He obeyed. It was another one of those moments where he almost stopped you in your tracks. God, those eyes were going to be the death of you. 

“Kick, kick, kick, and turn!”

 You continued on until it was lunch time. You were both sweaty messes, so you ordered food to the studio instead of going out. You also took this time to check your phones and grab some water. You flopped down on the floor next to Ben, still breathing hard from your last run through. You opened your Instagram story camera, chose a random filter and began filming you and Ben.

“Hey there, Ben, did you just take a shower, dude?” you teased. “You’re all wet.”

“We can’t all be you, Y/N!” he protested lightly. “Looking bloody perfect after dancing all day.”

You giggled girlishly at the compliment. Then he flipped his hair, dripping sweat on you and your phone. You gasped dramatically.

“Ew!” you cried.

He snickered. “That’s what you get for making fun of me,” he said as he pinched your cheek. 

“Very rude, Benjamin,” you play scolded. 

You posted the video to your story, tagging Ben in it. You wrote over it “Yes, we are very hard at work” as well as #TeamQueen. He got you back when lunch arrived. He snapped a photo of you mid-bite and posted it to his own story, writing “Caught Y/N slippin” with laughing emojis. It was an unflattering photo where your cheeks were puffy from a mouth full of noodles. You smacked him playfully on the arm for it before getting back to work. 

You felt amazing about the routine by the end of the day. Ben was doing really well and you were sure this routine would earn him even higher scores than last week. Halfway through the week, you and Ben were plugging away at it for what felt like the millionth time that day. He was hitting every step. 

“One, two, three, four, five, step, turn on eight,” you said as you guided him. “Great job, Ben!”

He looked at you and smiled, the way he did after that first dance, and you stumbled through the beat. Ben stopped abruptly. His mouth fell open as mirth danced behind his eyes. The color drained from your face.

“Did you just miss a step?” he wondered.

“No!” you said defensively. “I was just...improvising.”

“Improvising?”

“Yeah,” you insisted. You busted into some casual, more hip-hop dance moves, shaking your rear to the music, which was still playing.

“Really?” he said. “Twerking? To Queen?”

You giggled. “It’s what Freddie would have wanted.”

You slowed and stopped as he burst into laughter.

“You’re not wrong,” he said. “But, you did miss the step.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “So what if I did?”

“I’m the coach now,” he joked. 

You punched him in the arm. “Nice try, Hardy. You wanna take a water break?”

He nodded and you took seats together. He pulled his phone from his bag and smiled when he opened it.

“Something nice?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “Rami texted. He said he and Lucy got tickets to the show this week.”

“That’s awesome!” you said.  “Considering the theme and the dance we’re doing, it seems appropriate for them to be there.”

“I agree,” he said. 

You opened up Instagram. You scrolled through your DMs and groaned. You were flooded with messages demanding to know if you and Ben were dating. It was exactly like when you and James were partners.

“What’s up?” he questioned.

“I put up one story of us together and people are already asking if we’re dating,” you sighed. “Just like last season.”

“So you and James...weren’t together?” 

You looked at him. “Of course not. I’m a professional, and we just didn’t feel that way about each other.”

“Good,” he said, turning his eyes back to his phone.

You blinked. “Good?”

He met your gaze again, looking flustered. “Well, I just - I dunno - I thought you might have been with him and I didn’t…” he trailed off. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You chuckled. “I get it. Sometimes, dancing together can make it appear that there’s something more than there is. It so often looks romantic when we’re putting on a show. The choreography tells a story. But usually it’s just a deep friendship between partners. That’s what me and James were. Best friends.”

“So...you are single then?”

“Oh, yeah. God, I haven’t had a serious boyfriend in...two years I guess now.”

A beat passed. 

“What about you?” you wondered. “Any ladies in your life?”

“Just one,” he said. “Her name’s Frankie.”

A pang of...something shot through your heart. Jealousy? Disappointment? You didn’t want to name it. Then you’d have to face it.

“You wanna see a picture?” he offered.

“Yeah, sure,” you agreed.

He opened his phone again and pulled up a picture of a sweet little dog. You laughed with a bit of a new something. Relief? Again, you dared not name it.

“She’s your dog?!”

He chuckled. “Yeah. That’s my best girl right there.”

“Is she with you in LA while you’re here?”

“Nah, she’s at my mum’s house,” he explained. “Although she said she and dad are streaming the show. I don’t think they can vote, but they’re cheering me on anyway.”

“That’s the cutest thing in the world,” you said. “And your Bohemian Rhapsody brothers?”

“They all watched last week and texted me what a great job I did,” he said, looking at his phone gratefully. “I think they’re gonna like this one even more.”

“I think they are too,” you said. “Shall we return to practicing?”

He nodded, helping you up off the floor.

With the jive, jumping back in was quite literal. Although you hadn’t choreographed a terribly difficult jive - it was only week two after all - it was challenging. Even so, you and Ben had a ton of fun. The dance was just the right pace for his energy and he was eager to do the song justice as well.  

On the final day of rehearsal, the producers wanted some more for the video package, so they had you ask Ben more about filming Bohemian Rhapsody. Once again, you sat across from him on the floor and started to “interview” him. 

“So, what was it like meeting Roger Taylor and Brian May for the first time?” you asked.

“Amazing,” he said. “Roger and Brian are wonderful people, and they really helped us learn about themselves, John, and Freddie of course.”

“Did Roger help you with your drumming?”

“Well, he had to,” he said. “I had no drumming experience before I got that part.”

“What?!” you gasped. 

“And - lots of people know this now - I lied and said that I did,” he said. “I just wanted it so bad. It was legitimately the coolest role I’ve ever been up for.”

“You do remember you were in the X-Men movies, right?”

“Of course!” he laughed. “But this was Queen. They’re legends. Anyway, I don’t regret it. I learned a lot, and like I said, met the greatest people. I’m including Brian and Roger in that category as well because they’re honestly fantastic men.”

“They seem wonderful,” you said. “How did you feel about the reaction to the movie?”

“That was seriously one of the craziest parts about the whole thing,” he told you. “Critics kind of had it out for this film. People nitpicked and analyzed and pointed out every little thing that they thought was wrong or inaccurate and got hung up on that. And yet, the general public loved it. It killed at the box office and then later on in sales. It’s sort of like Queen themselves when they got their start. Music critics and others in the industry sort of wrote them off but the public loved them.”

“So, what do you want to say with this dance about your experience with Bohemian Rhapsody?” 

He bit his lip to think on it and you squirmed when your heart skipped a beat. 

“I think I just want it to reflect how much fun I had making it,” he said. “And how proud I am of what we created. I think it’s a great film and we’re all really proud of it.”

“Well, I think you’re on the right track because you’re killing this dance,” you said. “Let’s go out there and celebrate what you all accomplished.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

You high fived and got up to rehearse again.

When show time came, Ben was not nearly as nervous as last time. You thought it was because he knew the song he was dancing to, and he felt more comfortable in the jive than he had in the foxtrot. You and Ben were going last that night, so it was right before the first elimination. You hoped that aspect didn’t shake Ben’s confidence. So far, even watching the other couples go hadn’t. It made you more confident as well. 

At your turn, you and Ben headed down to the dance floor to take your places as the video package played. He focused on you, so he wouldn’t get distracted and miss the cue to start. It faded to black and the music began. 

It started off slow. Ben stroked your face on the first two counts. You twirled in his arms. Then it picked up. You ran down the stairs and started to really jive. Ben was grinning like a little boy as you went. Once again, you found it remarkable how well he stayed on the beat and kept up with you. You hardly even felt like you were backleading. This dance really just allowed you to have fun together. 

After the final notes played, you hugged him again. He carried you over to the judges to get their feedback. He put his arm around your shoulder and you both panted as you waited to hear what they had to say. 

“Ben!” Carrie Ann cried. “That was amazing! For you to pull off a jive on your second week as well as you just did...I’m so impressed.” She went on to tell him little tweaks to improve it. He nodded and thanked her.

“I wasn’t too sure about jive and a Queen song,” Len began sourly. “But I must say, I was entertained. A lot of jive content, so well done, Y/N. Ben, there were a few things I’d like to see more from you…” he went on and explained them.

“Benjamin!” Bruno cried enthusiastically. “I loved it! You really were like a tiger defying the laws of gravity! You were so light on your feet, which I know is difficult for men with your build, no?” He only criticized Ben on keeping his hands tight when extending so his lines didn’t fall short. 

You both thanked the judges for their feedback as Tom turned to Ben.

“Now, I believe there’s a special guest here for you tonight,” Tom said. 

Ben smiled. “Yeah, um, Rami’s here,” he said. 

Tom urged Rami to come up to the dance floor as the crowd cheered for him. Ben released you and embraced Rami warmly. When they broke apart, Tom approached. 

“Rami, tell us what you thought of your friend’s dance,” he said before holding his mic out for Rami to speak into.

“I thought you were incredible, Ben,” he said. “Lucy actually took a video of the whole thing and sent it to Brian and Roger.”

You all laughed.

“But seriously, I thought he did great, and I’m really proud of you, man,” he finished.

Ben hugged him again. “Thanks, mate.”

Rami waved to the crowd and returned to his seat next to Lucy. You remained by the judges’ desk to receive your scores. Carrie Ann scored you an eight. Len scored you another seven, so you shot him a thumbs down. Bruno scored you an eight. You squeezed Ben to you.

“That’s amazing!” you said, turning to lead him up to the stage. “See? You got better!”

“I know, but I now I want even more!” he returned. 

“We’re gonna get there, Ben, I promise,” you assured him. 

The other couples were already standing in their places, waiting to find out who was going home this week. You and Ben took your spot and you heard him gulp. You squeezed hand. He brought yours up and pressed it to his lips. You blushed and looked at the floor. 

Tom and Erin went through couple after couple, telling them whether they were safe or in danger. Artem and his partner were in danger. Sasha and his partner were also in danger. They got down to three couples who didn’t know yet. You felt like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. You released Ben’s hand to wrap your arms around his waist. 

“Ben and Y/N,” said Tom, leaving a long dramatic pause. This was the worst part of what you did. You knew they had to make it suspenseful, but it killed you every time. “You two are safe to dance next week!”

A shout of excitement escaped you as you jumped into Ben. He held you so tightly you thought you might burst. You were so grateful to get to dance with him. You were nowhere near ready for this journey to end. 

The couple that ended up eliminated was Artem and his partner. As the show ended, you and Ben went over to give them hugs and congratulate them. Selfishly, you were glad it wasn’t you. As you headed backstage to change, you stopped and looked at Ben.

“You know what next week is?” you wondered excitedly.

“What?” he asked.

“Disney night!” you squealed.

[kattodoroki]

a movie for two? make that four. (Kaminari x Reader)

/I wrote this forever ago when I saw Detective Pikachu so I thought this was fitting! Hopefully you guys like it! Requests are always open, comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated :)/

Kaminari wants to take you to a movie but he can’t do that without his best friends tagging along making sure everything goes smoothly!

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“Guys I just really want to ask her!” Kaminari was pacing in his dorm while his two other friends were sitting on his bed watching the troubled teen.

“Then ask her stupid!” Bakugou snapped.

“It’s not that easy!” Kaminari countered. The air grew tense when he began pacing even faster, which just annoyed Bakugou all the more.

“Sure it is,” Kirishima interjected, “You just have to man up! Be confident.”

Bakugou gave out a long sigh; Kaminari stopped in his tracks looking at Kirishima like he just grew two heads. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

“Yes, you idiot,” Bakugou said, “We both know that sparky here is a fucking wimp.”

“I am not!” Kaminari argued, slightly hurt by Bakugou’s words.

“Dude,” Bakugou laughed, “You can’t even ask Y/N on a date!” A mischievous smile crossed his lips. “If you don’t do it then I will.”

Kaminari froze at Bakugou’s words, why would he even do that? To his best friend? “You wouldn’t,” Kaminari whispered.

Bakugou smirked, “Watch me.” Slipping his phone out of his pocket Bakugou started to dial your number. He showed Kaminari your name before pressing the call button. “It’s ringing.”

Kaminari flushed a deep red. “Fine! Fine! I’ll ask her! I’ll ask her!” He reached out and snatched the phone out of Bakugou’s hand. Kaminari shoved Bakugou and went to hang up the call, but he stopped when he heard your voice through the speaker.

“Hello? Hello?” Kaminari eyes grew wide when he heard your voice, he suddenly had no idea what to do and how to use a phone.

“Answer it!” Kirishima encouraged giving his friend a thumbs up.

Kaminari glanced as his friend and then down at the phone. Shaking his head he brought the phone up to his ear. “Hey! Hey Y/N its, uh, Kaminari?”

“Denki? Why do you have Bakugou’s phone?” He shuddered when you said his first name.

“Umm not sure?” He stuttered out. “Mine died.”

“Okay?” The confusion was obvious in your voice. “Is there something you needed?”

Kaminari let out a huff, “Yeah.” He answered. There was a long, silent pause; he didn’t even notice.

You pulled him from his thoughts, “Well? What is it?” You sounded annoyed at this point. 

Kaminari felt his hands get sweaty, he didn’t want to make you angry after all. “Um,” He paused, looking up at his two friends, Kirishima gave him a toothy smile and Bakugou just stared at him with a frustrated look, “Would you want to go see a movie with me tonight?” His fear made it feel like the room was filled with molasses, it was so thick he was drowning in it. Each second that ticked by made the stone in his gut grow, weighing him down. He looked to his friends, wishing that there was something they could do.

“Hmmm, I don’t have any other plans. So I guess so.” You answered, Kaminari relaxed his shoulders and left out a sigh, smiling into the phone.

“Well, heh, okay, I’ll stop by your dorm later to pick you up.” Kaminari spat out a nervous laugh,  giving his two friends a thumbs up. 

Kirishima silently cheered while Bakugou shot his yellow-haired friend a smile and nodded his head. They watched as Kaminari said goodbye before clicking the red button. He pumped his fist into the air. “Guys! Holy shit I did it!” Kaminari happily exclaimed.

“Yeah, you’re fucking welcome,” Bakugou said dryly, snatching his phone from Kaminari’s hand. 

Kaminari glared at Bakugou and then turned to Kirishima with hopeful eyes. “You guys gotta help me!” Dropping to his knees Kaminari tugged at their pant legs.

“Dude! Chill! It’ll be fine! Just be yourself.” Kirishima smiled.

“Ha! That's the worst he can be.” Bakugou countered.

Kaminari scowled at Bakugou and got up off the floor. He then began to pace, his thoughts running across his face. The other two watched as Kaminari started muttering to himself about how he could win you over in one night, trying to think of a way to impress you.

“Will you just fucking relax? We’re here to help.” Bakugou yelled.

Kaminari stopped, now turning to look at his friends once more. “Really? You guys are gonna help me?”

“Well, yeah.” Kirishima nodded.

“Okay, how?” Kaminari said hopefully.

“Easy, we’ll come with you!” Kirishima said pointing to Bakugou and then himself.

“Wait, what?” Kaminari’s smile faltered.

“Okay so,” Kirishima started. “It’ll be like those movies where one friend goes out with a girl and the other ones wear earpieces to help them say the right things and stuff! It’ll totally be awesome!”

Kaminari just nodded to what Kirishima was explaining, agreeing that was the plan they were going to do. Bakugou just rolled his eyes muttering how this was never going to work.

“Okay, that would actually be really helpful! Thanks, guys!” Kaminari said beaming at his other two friends, “I’m going to go tell her the movie details and I’ll call you guys later.”

With that Kaminari gave his friends a wave goodbye as they went down the opposite end of the hallway, Kaminari making a beeline to your dorm that was just down the hall. When Kaminari stopped in front of your door he feels as though the gears in his brain turned off, like he overused his quirk and now turned stupid. He took a second before lifting his fist and banging it on the door, waiting for you to answer. He stood for a minute listening to rummaging in the room before you opened the door with a huff than a smile.

“Hey Kaminari, you made it!”

“Of course I did, why wouldn’t I?” He gave you a nervous smile.

You smiled up at him, “I knew you would. Would you like to come in?” You opened the door wider and stepped back so he could come inside your dorm. With a smile Kaminari stepped through the door and looked around, it wasn’t the first time but he wanted to clear the awkward air by not looking at you.

You turned around after closing the door, you sighed, “Sooo. What movie are we seeing?” Now standing in front of him.

He smiled down at you, “Detective Pikachu! Duh!” You laughed, it was only fitting he would want to go see that specific movie. He nervously scratched his neck, becoming worried you wouldn’t want to see it, “If that’s okay?” He asked.

“I don’t mind, it looks okay.” Hearing you say that made Kaminari even more nervous. Looked okay. Just okay. Well shit. How is he going to win you over now? He’s just glad he has his two best friends to help him.

“Um okay, it starts at 6 tonight so I’ll come back around 5 okay?” He asked nervously moving towards the door again. You opened the door and nodded.

“See you then!” You waved and shut the door. He sighed and got out his phone to text his two other friends to see where they were. He started walking back to his dorm when he got a notification from his phone from Kirishima telling him to meet him in his dorm. Kaminari started for the elevator and then found himself in front of his friend's door, he knocked and waited for an answer. When he finally got one he was met with his friend smiling down at him.

“Oh! Bro, you’re finally here! Come in!” He said opening the door wider for him to get through. Kaminari walked through and saw Bakugou sitting at Kirishima’s desk, giving him a smile and a wave he took a seat on the bed. Kirishima closed the door and turned to the other two with a smile.

“Okay, so, I talked to Yaoyorozu and she made us these,” Kirishima said excitedly holding out the earpieces and tiny microphones. He handed one to Bakugou and Kaminari and kept one for himself. “So, Kaminari you’ll wear the earpiece and Bakugou and I will have the microphone so you can hear us.” Kaminari nodded. He looked at the earpiece and placed it in his ear, the other two mimicked. Kirishima held up the microphone to his mouth and yelled causing Kaminari to flinch.

“Dude! What the hell!” Kaminari scowled.

“Oh sorry.” Kirishima laughed, “I just wanted to see if it was working.”

Bakugou started laughing, “You both are so dumb.”

When it was finally time to leave for the movie, you and Kaminari were standing in the common area. He stood looking at the couches and walls awkwardly waiting for you to tie your shoe.

“Make sure you open up the door for her.” Kirishima’s voice rang out in Kaminari’s ear. Kaminari makes a mental note of Kirishima’s advice. Kaminari has been nothing but worried all night, he knows that his two friends will have a lot of advice and things to say… What if he can’t remember all of it? What if you don’t like him? Wha-

“Are you ready to go?” Your voice broke his thoughts, you were now standing up looking at him. He nodded and walked you to the door and opened it for you, taking Kirishima’s advice. When you both got about halfway to the theater the wind started to pick up. Kirishima and Bakugou noticed this too, trailing behind you and Kaminari trying to stay out of sight.

“Offer her your jacket Sparky.” Bakugou commented through the microphone, “It’s fucking cold.”

Kaminari thought for a second and turned to you, still walking, “Here,” He was taking his jacket off now. “Take this, it’s getting cold.” He finished sliding it onto your shoulders. You let out a small thanks and snuggled into his jacket, noticing how it smelled exactly like him. You looked ahead of you again and continued walking, unaware of the other two following behind.

Once you both got to the theatre, Kaminari opened up the door for you once again. You smiled at him and headed for the ticket stand.

“Pay for her ticket! Only gentlemen do that!” Kirishima commented him and Bakugou sat on a bench, waiting for you both to get tickets.

Kaminari quickly got in front of you and spoke to the theater worker before you could. “Two tickets to Detective Pikachu please!” He handed the worker the money and handed you your ticket as you both walked to the concession stand.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that.” You hit your shoulder with his, looking up at him.

“It wasn’t a problem. Do you want anything to eat? I’ll get some popcorn.” He replied.

“That would be nice.” Smiling at him.

He paid for the large popcorn and handed it to you with a smile, you both started walking up the usher and Kaminari turned to see Kirishima giving him a thumbs up and Bakugou just staring with a blank expression.

You both sat down in your seats and Kaminari turned around to see his friends now sitting a few rows behind you two. When the movie started Kaminari kept glancing at you and when you would notice he would get wide-eyed and would stare at the screen.

“Stop fucking staring at her like a creep!” Bakugou whisper-screamed, “Put your arm around her or something.” Kaminari’s face got red and he lifted up his hand and yawned, then moving his arm to put it around your shoulder.

You looked over at him, “Smooth.” You whispered and smirked, putting your head on his shoulder. He turned even redder than before and continued to stare at the screen.

As you both continued to watch the movie, the other two would make comments interrupting Kaminari’s focus, “You wanna know what’s gonna happen?” Bakugou said to Kirishima during the end.

“Don’t tell me, I don’t want it spoiled.”

“It’s obvious! Are you that stupid?”

Kaminari would turn around and glare at them, silently telling them to shut up.

“Who’re you looking at?” You questioned, motioning behind you.

Kaminari stammered, “Uh, no one, just, uh, people talking, annoying, you know?”

You gave him a knowing look, “Just ignore them.” If only it was that easy.

When the movie ended, Kirishima and Bakugou booked it outside so you two wouldn’t see them. Kaminari leads you to the door and opened it for you, starting to walk beside you, back to the dorms.

“Hold her hand,” Kirishima suggested, walking about ten feet behind you both. Kaminari suddenly grabbed your hand, which made you jump in surprise.

Kaminari pulled back, embarrassed that he caused your outburst, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to, uh, startle you.”

You glanced up at him and took his hand back in yours, “It was my fault, you surprised me.”

He smiled and you two continued to walk down the street.

“I think this date is going pretty well,” Kirishima announced with pride.

“Whatever. I can’t wait to get back” Bakugou commented.

“C’mon Bakugou, it was fun!” Kirishima argued.

“Whatever you say.” Bakugou huffed.

There was a pregnant pause until Kirishima started talking again. “You know what you’re going to have to do right?” Talking to Kaminari, there was no response since he didn’t have a microphone, but Kirishima knew he was listening. “You have to kiss her!” He informed his friend.

Kaminari gulped at the thought, his cheeks growing hot. He always played the part of the sleaze but now that he had an actual crush on someone it was so hard talking to them. How the hell was he going to muster up the courage to kiss you? He only had a couple of minutes to figure it out, since the dorms weren’t that far away now. He had to think, should he do it when you both get to the door? Or walk her to her room and then do it? Or maybe in the common area? But people might be there?

“Aren’t you going to open up the door for me?” You joked. Kaminari slightly jumped at your voice, interrupting his thoughts once more.

“Wait a second.” You both made it to the dorms, he didn’t even notice. He had to act fast.

You gave him a confused look, “...Okay? Are you okay?”

Kirishima noticed you both had stopped, he put his arm in front of Bakugou to get him to stop too, “Now’s your chance buddy.” He said to Kaminari through the microphone.

“I have to tell you something.” Kaminari declared to you. You nodded and he went on, “I uh.” Shit, his heart dropped as he felt his newfound confidence had gone out the imaginary window. He opened his mouth, and then closed it, his cheeks growing red with embarrassment. Then he felt something warm on his lips, he opened his to find you were kissing him, he let out a surprised hum before kissing you back, electricity flowing through you both. When you finally pulled apart from him he stood there still shocked you had kissed him, maybe you did feel the same way after all.

“I like you too.” You smiled at him, “I knew that’s what you were gonna tell me. It was obvious.” You laughed

Kaminari scratched his head, laughing at your confession. Completely unaware of his two other friends watching the scene unfold.

“He didn’t kiss her, but at least he got a kiss,” Kirishima said watching the other two talk.

“What a coward,” Bakugou responded. “Now, show me what Pokémon cards you got from the movie.”

[okashiras]

Notes: Supplementary reading and a sequel of sorts. Enjoy.

KPOP AU PART 1

ao3 link

30 March 2014

If you had told me 4 years ago that Sasuke and Sakura would never officially confirm that they’re dating but would instead, out of nowhere, announce their engagement, I would have laughed my fucking ass off.

Anyway, I’m briefly back from my hiatus. Cheers to all of us! We did it. :’) (Or rather, they did it?)

tags: #CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!??!!, #I CAN’T BELIEVE ITT, #text post

cherry-shadow asked: you are a fandom high priestess!! ur blog is like my sasuke x sakura bible. i missed ur blog, thank u for bringing it back. bless you!!! have a nice day!! :-*

You’re very kind! Thank you!

tags: #cherry-shadow, #ask

sumuwu asked: sandy here, i’m not even that big on kage or kunoichi but i’m so glad for them and for you guys!! i support their mutual hotness. i’m sure they’ll have beautiful and talented babies in the future!!

Thank you so much for your support for our favorite couple!

PS: I love SuMu sibs, too. I just haven’t posted about them (because I’m always on a SS high). Looking forward to their comeback.

tags: #sumuwu, #ask

Anonymous asked: OH MY GOD YOU’RE BACK!!!!!1 will ur inbox be open for info/translation/general questions?? Asking for a friend. Lol ok bye!!! I love u ;A;

Haha, yes! For now. I just needed an outlet for all this excess energy and excitement. Thanks for still having me! I’ll try to reply as much as I can. But no promises that I can answer them all. ;;

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

Anonymous asked: now that they’re confirmed to have been dating for years (!!!!), i couldn’t help but want to review their interactions. do u recall moments in shows and such where it looks like their members are teasing them??

The members of Kage and Kunoichi have been kind of friends in varying capacities since before they even debuted so they’d always greet and bow to each other during shows and events. Nothing really special there. Unless we reach. Which, as you know, is exactly what this blog is for.

Since Anon specifically mentioned members (plural), I will only address moments where multiple members do the teasing.

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(2007) Kiba and Naruto are rowdy hype men while the three members are more reserved, except when Sai does weird dances at select performances. Which is why when Kunoichi did their first performance ever at the KChart Music Awards, we can see Sasuke in this fancam (link) looking like he’s reprimanding Kiba, Naruto, and Sai because it distracts him from watching the girls (or just one girl?) perform.

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(2010) This Kunoichi fancam from Konoha Music Awards in November (link) shows the girls standing while Rock Lee performs on stage. On Sakura’s side, you can see members of a boy group who keep moving and shuffling around. Another fancam (link) revealed that it was actually Kage members trying to switch places with each other.

So the member order was as follows: Tenten, Hinata, Ino, Sakura, Kiba, Sai, Sasuke, Naruto, Neji. When Kiba realized who he was next to, he walked away and tried to get in between Sasuke and Naruto. The two finally budged after a while, but Kiba was still unsatisfied because Sai was still between Sasuke and Sakura. So he went back and whispered something to Sai who promptly moved away and followed Kiba to stand between Naruto and Sasuke. Sasuke is now beside Sakura. Mission accomplished, guys.

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(2011) In this Kunoichi fancam reaction to Kage’s stage on the KChart Music Awards (link), everyone was standing up. Unfortunately, the members were situated at the back, and Sakura, wearing combat boots, was at a height disadvantage. But the members came to her rescue when it was Sasuke’s turn in the spotlight. Ino who was the tallest member of the night thanks to her sky-high platforms, and Tenten the actual tallest member were whispering to Sakura, and looked like they were reporting and giving her a blow-by-blow account of what was happening on stage.

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(2013) In this fancam of Kage’s reaction (link) to Sakura accepting the Best Female Solo for Courage at the Golden Leaf Awards, we see Naruto and Kiba who are smirking as they turn to a decidedly blank-faced Sasuke. Neji turns to their direction too, looking mildly exasperated.

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tags: #masterpost, #Anonymous, #ask, #all of naruto’s teasing warrants a post of its own tbh

Anonymous asked: “#all of naruto’s teasing warrants a post of its own tbh” DUDE??!! please make that post a reality!! please!!!! i’ll give u my first born!! :)))

Haha! Okay, since there’s a bunch of you asking in my inbox: yes, the Naruto masterpost is underway. It’s gonna take a while but please look out for it if not by the end of this week then next week. Kinda swamped with work at the moment.

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

Anonymous asked: love you’re blog! :) Just wondering, who’s you’re bias in Kage??

Thanks! My bias is Neji because he’s the most fabulous.

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

Anonymous asked: hi!! do u have a link to the interview where they talk abt that line from shadows?? thanks

There were different articles with varying quotes from that interview (during SAGE album promotion, the one held in Konoha Mountain Villa back in March 2012) so I’m translating by combining the info from these articles: (x,x)

Q: Naruto, was the line “You are the sunshine in spring” from “Shadows” written for someone in particular?

Naruto: Uh, that’s— It’s not my place to say, sorry. Sasuke?

Sasuke: No comment.

Q: Is it perhaps about Hinata? She has the ‘sun’ character in her name.

Naruto: She does?

Sasuke: I wrote that line.

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

SS movie date in Wave Country (2012)

I just needed to update this post in light of new information.

In the Kage Konoha Mountain Villa interview 2012 (the one I linked in the previous post), Sasuke was recorded saying: “I like classic action movies. The most recent one I saw was In a Grove (藪の中 Yabu no Naka).”

Two months prior, Sakura uploaded a video of the instrumental ‘Prologue’ originally from the soundtrack of a film Rokurota. Both In a Grove and Rokurota are films by the director Makino Chikao which led people to speculate if the connection ends there or if there’s more. So I did a little investigating.

Sakura posted the video on the evening of 31 January 2012. During that time, Sakura was in Wave Country where she was a guest performer for Kage’s show in Sector D District. I searched the cinemas around that area and found one that at the time was having a director Makino Chikao retrospective. (You can check out their site here: link) I wasn’t able to see the list of films exhibited to confirm but I have no doubts that both In a Grove and Rokurota were screened there, especially since both films are critically-acclaimed and universally loved. And it’s likely that Sakura and Sasuke went to these screenings together.

Furthermore, you know what’s in front of Kaiza Theatre? An Owson grocery mart, aka the same one where those pictures of Sasuke and Sakura were taken the same year (link). See the side by side comparison (link) and note the same shelves and wall paint. And of course, those photos led to Danzo’s damage control denial of the dating rumors, and then Sasuke’s infamous “[KGE] is just a workplace” statement. Y’all know the rest.

tags: #text post

Anonymous: any opinions on danzo? lol

None. Hope he enjoys retirement.

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

yrzra asked: Hi! What’s your favorite Sakura era/hairstyle?

All Sakura is good Sakura to me! But if I have to pick one, I’d say when she came out with chin-length hair on her solo debut. It signified a new era, a new sound, and I was honestly blown away when I first saw it. That’s why it holds a special place in my heart.

tags: #yrzra, #ask, #little known fact: i prefer sakura’s solo songs, #but i still love kunoichi very much, #ino can step on my neck anytime

Anonymous asked: Wasn’t there an analysis of Heaven and Earth mv about Sakura’s romantic relationships? Or do you know the post I’m referring to?

Hm, sorry, I don’t remember that.

tags: #Anonymous, ask, #i personally don’t think it’s about her relationships at all?, #just about striving for self-improvement?, #which is a common theme in her lyrics

Masterpost of notable moments of Naruto being the SS fan club president

Note: As promised, here it is. If you have anything else to add, please don’t hesitate to reply/message me.

Let me preface this with a little background on Uzumaki Naruto. Naruto and Sasuke are the closest to each other in Kage not only because they are the two youngest members of the group, but also because they started training in KGE in the same year. The other trainee who started the same year they did was none other than Haruno Sakura. The three of them were said to be friendly even after they debuted in their respective groups. And it’s because of this that I believe they are privy to each other’s lives and relationships, and would, like any regular friends, every now and then tease the crap out of each other.

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(2007) [VIDEO STAR] - Naruto talks about Kage members + colors 20070728

Naruto’s first solo guesting in Video Star variety talk show. There was a part where he was asked to describe the members of Kage via color association. (@ 2:11)

Izumu K: So black for Sai-kun, red for Kiba-kun, white for Neji-kun—

Naruto U: Yeah— Oh, no, not white. Ivory. Neji is very specific about this, you see.

Kotetsu H: Right, right.

Izumu K: What about Sasuke-kun?

Naruto U: Sasuke is... pink. Yeah. Pink. Pretty and memorable color. Lots of energy. (laughs)

Kotetsu H: Pink? For Uchiha Sasuke-kun? Really? Isn’t that a bit— (laughs)

Naruto U: Oh, you know what, scratch that. He’s gonna send me angry texts if he sees this. Okay, I’ll change it. Let’s see...

Kotetsu H: (laughs) Why would he?

Naruto U: Got it! Green. Nice, refreshing green.

Izumu K: Konoha green.

Naruto U: Yeah, yeah. Sure, green. (turns to the camera) I changed it, Sasuke! If you’re watching this, don’t be mad at me. (laughs)

Kotetsu H: Sasuke-kun, please take it easy on Naruto-kun.

Izumu K: Okay, what about you?

Naruto U: Orange, of course!

Pink is too obviously referring to Sakura/her signature hair color which is especially obvious since Kunoichi just debuted around the time of this interview, so Naruto changed it to green to prevent Sasuke’s wrath. But you know what else is green? Sakura’s eye color. Thanks, Naruto! Your subtlety is unparalleled.

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(2007) KAGE reaction to KUNOICHI performance - MINDBLOWER + BLOOM @ Konoha Music Awards

Sasuke is a famously stoic cold city guy at award shows, especially when sat beside Naruto who dances exuberantly to every other performance. That is, until Kunoichi debuted. Sasuke would begin showing signs of life whenever Kunoichi performed, like foot tapping, some head bobbing here and there, and some stray finger flicking actions during the Mindblower chorus.

Anyway, in this particular performance, Naruto elbow nudges Sasuke on his side (pretty hardly, if Sasuke’s annoyed expression is anything to go by) just as Sakura’s verse is about to come on. (@ 1:32)

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(2008)  [FULL/ENG SUB] [HD] 080805 Idols Weekly EP 56 - KAGE Part 1

KAGE’s appearance in Idols Weekly where Naruto said he would join Kunoichi because his group kept betraying him, and then he said he would drag Sasuke along with him. He didn’t get to elaborate on why exactly because he was cut off by Sasuke’s glare.

Okay, this is kind of a reach but they were all just previously nailing the Bloom choreography, and then Naruto was dragging Sasuke specifically to join Kunoichi. Why just Sasuke? All of Kage are on friendly terms with Kunoichi members. That’s why I’m inclined to believe Naruto was teasing him because Sasuke has eyes on someone in Kunoichi. And we all know who.

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(2009) [Music Bank K-Chart] 2nd Week of January - SN, Sound5

Sakura had the opportunity to host Music Bank for January. At the time, Sasuke and Naruto were promoting their subunit single “The Valley.” On the one episode that month where they performed, during the K-Chart announcement part, you can see Naruto subtly (not really) pushing Sasuke to his right. When the camera switches to wide shot, it appears that Sakura was on standby from hosting duties a few feet away over at Sasuke’s right side the whole time. (@9:42)

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(2010) Sasuke was in Snow Country on a personal schedule and posted a rare picture of himself. Well, kind of. It was him looking like a hypebeast cryptid wearing multiple layers of winter clothes and scarves, against the backdrop of flower trees in Land of Spring (Snow Country’s capital). Captioned: ”wish you were here.” (My god he is so basic sometimes, I can’t.)

Anyway, on the said post, Naruto left a comment of around 15 cherry blossom emojis.

Cherry blossom = Sakura. King of subtlety…

Sasuke deletes this post five minutes later (which would have been suspect if he wasn’t such a serial post deleter). But luckily, we still have a screenshot which includes Naruto’s comment.

[IMAGE: @sasuke_deleted]

(Also note that a month prior to the announcement of their engagement, Sasuke and Sakura were reported to have had a rendezvous in Snow country. That place must be significant to them and Naruto being in their inner circle probably knows why this early on.)

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(2010) [20102310] Naruto’s KLIVE Chat

Naruto was promoting his solo mini album and did a KLive broadcast where he called some Kage members. During his phone call with Sasuke, out of nowhere, Naruto mentioned Sakura. (@ 40:07)

N: Anyway, Sasuke, aren’t you preparing for your final show this week?

S: Mm.

N: All Kage members are supporting you. Not me, though. But the rest of them do, apparently.

S: Make yourself useful and promote my show.

N: I’ll do you one better. I’ll call Kunoichi and ask them to come to your concert.

S: What?

N: Yeah, I’ll personally pick Sakura-chan up and make sure she’s there.

S: [unintelligible]

N: Sasuke, what?

S: I said you’re an idiot.

**

(2011) Sakura was reported to have fainted from exhaustion after the last set at Kunoichi’s concert late October 2011. (This was the third time it had happened [that we know of!!!] and it honestly says a lot about what little regard KGE had for their artists.)

Meanwhile, Kage was doing their second to the last fanmeet scheduled in Earth Country. But on that night, Sasuke and Naruto took a red-eye from Iwa to Konoha. There are no pictures, only some K-netizens reports of Sasuke and Naruto entering Konoha General at around 8 am. (Some eyewitness accounts said that Sasuke appeared to be bringing a pillow.) At 10 am the same day, Naruto was spotted in his orange BMW convertible hanging around the KGE building, while Sasuke was nowhere in sight.

It can be surmised that Naruto, being a good friend, accompanied Sasuke so he can visit Sakura. But there’s more.

Konoha General to KGE building is a one-hour drive, but seeing how Naruto got his car and a new set of clothes, he most likely headed to his apartment first, which would add more or less 30 minutes to his journey. If he arrived at 8 am in Konoha General, but was already in KGE building by 10, that would mean he only stayed in the hospital for about 15 to 30 minutes at most.

I imagine what happened was: Naruto accompanied Sasuke from Iwa to Konoha, probably said hi to Sakura for a bit (if she was already conscious by then), and then promptly left them alone to have their moment. :’)

**

(2011) 30 October. Sasuke’s K-D Magazine photoshoot previews were released. Sakura liked one of the posts from the K-D account. Later, she posted a cute video selfie with heart eyes filter with ねぇ聞こえますか？(Can You Hear Me?) an old love song, playing in the background. Her timeline was probably filled with Sasuke’s pictures that she just had to post some kind of lovey-dovey reaction to it. A few hours later, Naruto commented with a (very knowing) smirking face emoji.

[IMAGE: @narukage_likes]

**

(2013) 8 August. Naruto posted a picture of two mochi (pink and blue) from Amaguriama, with the caption, “Look how sweet my friends are.” He tagged Sasuke in the blue one. Who else could the pink one be?

[IMAGE: @narukage]

**

That’s all I know for now. Naruto hasn’t updated his account with anything SS-related since the engagement was announced, which is really odd for him. (Maybe he’s still busy partying because his OTP is canon?) When he posts something, I’ll update this accordingly.

tags: #masterpost, #text post

bl00m asked: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT MASTERPOST!! My life is significantly better because of it! But just wondering, since Sakura and Ino refer to themselves as best friends, do we have an Ino-teasing-Sakura-about-Sasuke moment, too?

Seems to me like Ino is much too professional to tease so I only found a couple. Hope that’s okay.

**

(2007) K-D Kunoichi Feature (magazine issue published around the time after Kunoichi’s debut):

Q: Out of the four of you, Ino and Sakura were the first ones to sign under KG and become trainees. What were your first impressions of each other? Has it changed now?

Sakura: I thought Ino was full of confidence and charisma and that hasn’t changed until now.

Ino: Sakura used to be really shy and quiet but clearly she has bloomed since then.

Sakura: Having someone my own age really helped, I think. We pushed each other to work and get better. It was kind of a friendly rivalry.

Ino: Yeah, rivalry, not just in terms of work, though. I used to have a crush on another trainee at that time, and then one day, Sakura announced that she—

Sakura: Oh my god! Can we not?

They didn’t outright say that it was Sasuke whom Sakura and Ino were crushing on, but it’s kind of general knowledge that Sasuke was quite popular with the KGE trainees not only because he was the younger brother of Akatsuki’s Uchiha Itachi but because he is good-looking and talented, so it’s not a stretch to assume Ino was talking about Sasuke and was teasing Sakura about it.

**

(2009) [VIDEO STAR] - Kunoichi (FULL EP) (@14:23):

Izumu:  Any music you’re currently listening to?

Tenten: Believe it or not, I’ve been listening to a lot of trot music recently, like Might Guy, and stuff. I like the joy in it and I would like to also bring that kind of energy on stage someday.

Sakura: Creation , the album by Tsunade. I’m interested in albums that have some sort of narrative or a theme that makes everything cohesive, as opposed to trying to make hits after hits and then just compiling them all in the end. She’s certainly not the first to do something like it, but I thought it was groundbreaking for a pop artist, so…

Ino: We like Kage, too, don’t we, Sakura?

Tenten: (laughs)

Sakura: I— Well, everyone likes Kage for sure.

Kotetsu: Right, you did collaborate with them on a song in their album last year.

Sakura: Yeah.

Ino: (quietly) Is that what the kids call it these days?

Tenten: (laughs)

That innuendo, though.

tags: #bl00m, #ask

Anonymous asked: it’s funny reading your posts now and realizing how much it all makes sense like how did no one else (but us) seE THIS COMING??? we’ve endured being called DELUSIONAL for years!!!! i feel so vindicated now so i’m literally never gonna shut up about this LMAO

RIGHT?! I’m sure I’m not the only one who has remained quiet and kept to myself when I’m with other fans because I’m in the minority for shipping Sasuke and Sakura while most of them shipped the boys with each other. I don’t really mind it, but, you know, when it’s real, IT’S REAL.

And it feels so good to be right.

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

Anonymous asked: how’s life for a grown ass adult still projecting on other people’s relationships like ur 13 lmfao

How’s life for someone who has to type with only 2 brain cells?

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

kageyah asked: gawd, what a rude anon that was. don’t let those lowlifes bother you. i’ve been enjoying your recent posts a lot and it’s so fun to see you back again on my dashboard. i missed you sm. ^_^

Kags!! Thank you! I missed you, too! Nah, don’t worry. Sasuke and Sakura are getting married so I’m unfazed and unbothered by virtually anything. Haha!

tags: #kageyah, #ask

lildonut: i love your blog!!!! that masterpost gave me life!!! i was wondering if you have any fic recs?? Thanks <3

Thank you! I don’t really read fics, sorry. I have a very little scope of imagination so reality is enough to keep me interested. But maybe someone here can help you? Anyone?

edit: Thanks, @darliang!!

These, our bodies, possessed by light by RikkudoS — “‘Tell me we’ll never get used to it.’ Sasuke and Sakura through the years. Canon.”

Cherry Bombs by xXxFullMoonxXx — “Double dates are easy enough. That is, until you end up falling for the wrong person. High School AU.”

Of Demos and First Kisses by sugimura — "5 times Sasuke and Sakura wrote songs together and the 1 time they didn’t. Canon."

Under the Same Sky by msshkshmt — “Uchiha Sasuke expects to die in battle. But seeing this pink-haired girl cry for him (again and again), makes him wish that wasn’t the case. Ninjas AU.”

tags: #lildonut, #ask, #fic recs

Anonymous asked: Do you have any idea as to when and how exactly Sasuke and Sakura started dating? Other than the 5 years that Sasuke mentioned in his fan page message? Thanks! Love your blog!

Thanks!

By the way, I love how Sasuke is known to be very private with his personal life and relationships but would, intentionally or not, obliquely reveal details like how they’ve been dating for 5 years already.

Anyway. Well, I can’t really say anything with certainty but if I were to extrapolate and make an *educated guess*, I’d say they probably started dating officially mid to late 2009. As far as I can recall, that’s also when dating gossips about them started popping up. Also the fact that they started wearing matching white gold bands late ‘09-early ‘10 (I’ll make a separate post about this later) just solidified to me that they really did start dating in 2009.

Prior to my projected time, their collaborations have been frequent, starting with Sakura helping to write a song for Kage, and then both of them being featured on each other’s solo projects. And even before that, it’s kind of general knowledge that they’ve been fairly close as trainees (not to mention, Sakura has allegedly been crushing on him before), so they already had that foundation. There’s that mutual respect for each other and each other’s talents that, over the course of their collaborations, probably grew into something more.

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

Anonymous: re: how sasuke and sakura started dating, i would also like to add that since they are the most hardworking out of the members of their respective groups, they are probably the trainees who used to work overtime the most and got close because of it, probably helped and looked out for each other too. sakura used to say dancing wasn’t her strongest suit while it came naturally for sasuke so maybe he helped her with that. conversely, since sakura is reportedly an A+ student, she must’ve helped him with studies as well. they probs already have a mutual understanding but couldn’t be official cuz of the dating ban. ^_^

Ah, I’m actually not entirely sure if the dating ban is real, but what you’ve said is possible. Can’t say anything conclusively, though.

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

Anonymous asked: wher do sassuke and saura have sex???

How tf would I know lol

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

List of alleged Sasuke x Sakura couple items

These are only the more important, more unique items. So don’t bother sending me pictures of them holding identical paper bags from Sannin. They aren’t the only idols who shop from that brand.

***

(2009-2010) White gold band

Sasuke is not that big on accessories. If we do see him fully accessorized, it’s because he is styled for promotional materials, and stage or music video looks. Otherwise, he doesn’t wear much accessories other than a standard watch, etc. That’s why it was so glaringly obvious when he started wearing a white gold band on his left pinky finger (note: pinky = pink = Sakura, lol!) in December 2009, which led fans to speculate if he is in a relationship. Everyone was suddenly on the lookout for a similar ring worn by idols and celebrities. Especially Sakura whom Sasuke was rumored to be dating that year.

Sakura accessorizes quite a bit but has never been seen wearing the said band. That is, until she had a fan meet in March of 2010. Sakura fansite First Love took HQ pictures of her in the event. In one of them, she leaned over while signing an autograph for a fan and consequently revealed the necklace she’s wearing inside her blouse, and behold, the white gold band hanging on it. It took quite a lot zooming in and adjusting the photograph which is why the legitimacy was contentious among fans, but you can see it for yourself here.

[IMAGE: White gold band]

[IMAGE: Sasuke Konoha airport pic white gold band]

[IMAGE: Sakura necklace zoom in]

***

(2011) Chair

Sakura posts a picture of her succulents by the window of her house, the chair from Sasuke’s Heavenly Hand music video is seen in the corner. It’s a one-of-a-kind modern chair by Konoha master carpenter Kanna, so it couldn’t have been a duplicate.

[IMAGE: MV screenshot]

[IMAGE: @sakurah]

***

(2012-2013) Ceramic vase

Sasuke posted a picture of a Hanasaki-style ceramic vase by Masho’s protégé ceramist, Kanyu, which was exhibited and auctioned at Leaf Gallery, and captioned it (now deleted) “Mine.”

[IMAGE: @sasuke_deleted]

The following year, Sakura posted a photo of her bed after a concert tour with the caption “Home Sweet Home.” On the bookshelf on the right side, the same vase is seen. Note the pure white color and cracks on the surface that resemble intertwining flowers.

[IMAGE: @sakurah]

Did he give it to her or was she able to procure an identical one? I’m inclined to believe in the former, but either way, cute.

***

(2013) Chambray shirt

Sakura was photographed at Konoha airport wearing a chambray shirt, which is similar to a shirt that Sasuke was wearing in the behind-the-scenes photo of his album back in 2009. The shirts have an identical tear at the left collar.

According to fashion fansite SakuraCloset, this shirt is from Sannin Men’s chambray shirt. This is how it originally looked on the runway. No tear.

[IMAGE: Sannin RTW F/W 2006]

So it’s either a huge coincidence that Sasuke and Sakura have identical tears on the same brand of shirt, or it’s just the same shirt that they share for some reason*.

*They were dating.

tags: #masterpost, #text post

Anonymous asked: you forgot the beanie that often sasuke wears at airports which was spotted worn by sakura.

You mean in the Road of Life webisode from last year? No, it’s the same color but they’re different. Sakura was wearing a fisherman beanie, while Sasuke usually wears a slouchy one.

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

mindbl0wn: do you know what the strong 100 will be about? Love ur blog ^_^

Sorry, it took a while to answer this. According to these articles (x,x), it’s gonna be a heist film with an all-female cast. Sakura’s appearance will be brief (a cameo maybe?) but apparently she does her own stunts.

tags: #that’s my girl, #mindbl0wn, #ask

Anonymous asked: lol i still keep seeing antis tryna say sakura might be doing it for attention and sasuke is just pity marrying her or using her as a beard to cover up another relationship or sth man i can’t with them anymore

I really worry about people who spread stuff like this. Like, please give your faves the credit they deserve!

Sasuke “ I-take-relationships-very-seriously” Uchiha marrying someone for shits? They can’t even make him forego his IG feed aesthetic to promote his group/members’ stuff, let alone force him to marry someone out of pity or publicity or whatever.

And Sakura. Why would she marry for publicity? She’s already famous and influential on her own, and not to mention, rich from all the songwriting royalties among other things. She doesn’t need clout. Least of all from Sasuke or the Uchiha. Like 90% of the hate directed towards her come from ugly Sasuke/Hoekage stans and weirdos who have conglomerate boners. She need not subject herself to all that.

They are also, by the way, at the height of their respective careers. If they cared all that much about their image, wouldn’t they wait until they’re in their early 30s to marry like most idols? They could potentially be throwing away endorsement deals from brands who prefer celebrities who are single to appease the fans who feel like they have some sort of ownership towards idols.

And yet! And yet despite everything, they chose to make their relationship public in their own terms.

(Also, note the timing of their announcement. It’s a few months after Hatake Kakashi became the new CEO. It’s like the management up until then has been the main reason that has kept them from coming out with their relationship, which is why the ‘secrecy’ of it felt kinda half-hearted and they’ve been [knowingly or not] dropping hints.)

Clearly, they just didn’t care and they couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their lives married to each other. It’s not that deep. You don’t have to like it. But if you love them as you claim, then respect their decision and stop spreading rumors like that.

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

WAIT WHAT

tags: #text post

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

tags: #IS THIS REAL, #AM I DREAMING, #GUYS!!!!!!!!!!, #text post

THEY REALL YDID IT OH MY GODD!!!!11 ;;;

tags: #text post

Un-Follow Me Now, This Is Gonna Be the Only Thing I Post About For The Next Week. Ive Wanted This For Years Fuck. What The Fuck.

tags: #text post

Anonymous: Lol theres still a few months before the wedding date so they might still cancel it and break up lmfao xD

I delayed answering this to avoid jinxing it but guess what, babe:

**

BREAKING: UCHIHA SASUKE AND HARUNO SAKURA OFFICIALLY GET MARRIED

July 17, 2014

Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura have made it official!

Yesterday, the two were reportedly spotted at the Konoha offices to file for their marriage registration. On July 17, the two officially got married in a private ceremony.

The couple initially announced their engagement last March, with the wedding that was supposed to be held November 5 later this year.

Representatives say that the newlywed couple “opted for a small and private wedding along with their loved ones, in favor of donating the expenses that was supposed to be for their ceremony to the pediatric ward of Konoha General Hospital.”

Uchiha Sasuke is best known as a member and the primary lyricist of boy group Kage under KG Entertainment. Haruno Sakura is known as a member of girl group Kunoichi under the same company. Both have gone on to have successful solo careers.

Congratulations to the happy couple!

**

source: knewsdaily

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

Sasuke and Sakura: We will get married on November 5 this year.

Also, Sasuke and Sakura: sothatwasafuckinglie.jpg

tags: #WHEN WILL THEY LET ME LIVE!!!!!, #text post

I’M SHAKINGG;;

tags: #REFRESHING EVERY 30 SECS FOR UPDATES, #text post

SAKURA IS SO BEAUTIFUL

tags: #THAT’S IT, #THAT’S THE POST, #text post

Attendees’ social media posts (so far)

Kakashi: posted a photo of the still empty venue, but everything is prepared already. The flower ceiling is especially striking. (There appears to be not more than 30 chairs for the guests. I guess it really is a small wedding.)

“I’m on time for once. #SasuSakuCouple #AmIDoingThisRight #lol”

[IMAGE: @kh_tactics]

Ino: posted picture of Sakura holding a bouquet of Baby’s Breath flowers, smiling contently.

“My baby girl is married! I’m so emotional right now and can’t even form a proper message. I’m proud to have seen you blossom right before my eyes, and I feel lucky to get to call you my best friend. I wish you all the happiness in the world. I love you!”

[IMAGE: @xxinoxx]

Sai: posted a video of Naruto and Kiba having a dance showdown at the reception.

“#lit”

[IMAGE: @sai_00]

Hinata: posted a picture of the flower arrangement at the table.

“Congrats”

[IMAGE: @hinata_hyuuga_official]

Kiba: posted a group selfie of the Kage boys being rowdy, Sasuke and Neji looking unimpressed in the back.

[IMAGE: @kibakage]

Tenten: posted a group selfie of Kunoichi being cute.

[IMAGE: @10ten]

Neji: posted a photoset of miscellaneous aesthetics of the wedding (floral ceiling, the food, the lights, details of Sakura’s veil), and a selfie.

“S/S 2014”

[IMAGE: @neji_]

Itachi : posted (1) a photoset of the groom’s and bride’s parents—first photo is a formal one, on the second one, they’re doing finger hearts.

“#familyphoto”

(2) a picture of the silhouettes of Sasuke and Sakura facing each other, seemingly in a happy conversation.

[IMAGE: @itachiuchiha]

tags: #no update from naruto yet, #king of being late, #masterpost, #text post

I know it’s a private affair and I respect that but...

But would it seriously be too much to ask for a proper picture of the newlyweds??

tags: #i love you itachi-nii but what the heck was that??, #do you need your eyes checked perhaps?, #or am i too pedestrian to appreciate the high art-ness of it, #probably that, #in any case: i need the pics PLEASE, #i’ve been a good person, #i deserve this, #text post

Anonymous: do think it’s possibel that sakura is pregnant that’s why they were so quick to marry. Pls reply

Highly unlikely. She would’ve been showing by now and looking at the photos we’ve seen, her stomach is very much flat. Moreover, she was just shooting an action movie where she does her own stunts. You think they’d allow a pregnant woman to do that?

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

Anonymous: YO DID YOU SEE SAKURA’S UPDATE JUST NOW?!?!??!!111

YES!!!! I’m translating it but I’m trying to wait if Sasuke posts something so I can translate that too and (rightfully) post them together.

tags: #Anonymous, #ask

SASUKE

He

tags: #text post

Sakura and Sasuke post-wedding social media updates

Sakura posted a pic of their hands with the rings, a bouquet of flowers visible on the side, with the caption:

“Today we got married.

We had deviated from our original plan because we wanted to do something meaningful and more like us. As a result, we have decided to just keep the ceremony quiet but, rest assured, full of love.

I’ve never felt so loved as I do at this moment and that’s in huge part because of all of you who have been congratulating us warmly, and have been so patient and understanding of our decisions every step of the way.

Please continue to look kindly upon us as husband and wife. Thank you.

- Sakura“

[IMAGE: @sakurah]

Sasuke, of course, never does what you expect so he didn’t post a message. Instead, he cleared out three rows of his feed with plain white tiles to have a single picture of Sakura looking beautiful in her wedding dress in the middle. The colored picture especially stands out in his generally grayscale feed.

Moreover, he is now following 1 account: @sakurah.

[IMAGE: @sasuke]

tags: #text post

Masterpost of notable moments of Naruto being the SS fan club president

Note: As promised, here it is. If you have anything else to add, please don’t hesitate to reply/message me.

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EDIT: Naruto posted a photoset: (1) the newlyweds smiling arm in arm, Sasuke gazing warmly at Sakura, (2) same as the first but they’re looking at each other and smiling, (3) Naruto gets in the picture to pose with the two.

“Why I believe in love”

[IMAGE: @narukage]

Tags: #MY JOB HERE IS DONE, #update, #masterpost, #text post

END

[virgilssweaterpaws-blog]

700 celebration

3258 words, based on - x

"Ladies, Lords and Non binary Royalty! Gather, gather round!" Thomas' voice boomed across the room, his attire resembling a circus' ring leader.

"Um... we are?" A quiet voice broke the illusion, as the room returned to normal.

"Come on, Mr. Grumpy!" Roman began a dramatic strop, "Thomas asked for a dramatic mood and room but nooooo. You have to ruin it..."

"Guys! No one ruined anything!" Thomas waved his arms wildly in the air drawing both of their attentions towards him. "Virgil, I should of thought about your reaction...." He anxiously offered a smile and small laugh.

"It's fine. Just... begin?" Virgil mumbled, briefly returning the smile with a small nod.

"Ok, people!" Thomas smiled brightly, clapping to gain everyone’s attention once again, noticing a pair of glaring eyes, "and... snake people?" Thomas hesitantly spoke, watching his reaction change until he just looked bored.

Thomas shook it off with a tiny shake of his head before continuing, "Anyway! I bet you're wondering why I gathered you here today!"

"Indeed. This is unusual even for you, Thomas..." A voice remarked from the back of the room, only for the one next to him to cheerfully chip in, "Let's give it a shot! I'm sure we're here for good reason."

"We're going to play a week long game right here in the whole of the mind palace." He cheerfully said before turning to Roman, "would you do the honours?"

Everything briefly turned to smoke, adding an aura of mystery to what was happening before the smoke faded, revealing a house much bigger than Thomas'.

"For a week, the mission it to compete over who can 'kill' each other and whoever is victorious will win some yet to be determined prizes. So this house is equipped with everything you need, 5 bedrooms, 2 toilets, a stage, a giant outdoorsy area, a library, you name it. Live like normal for an entire week but don't get 'stabbed' , that's the rules!"

"Thomas..." Virgil muttered, "Explain why you keep quoting words like 'kill' and 'stabbed' please?"

"You got it!" He smiled, and moved his arm from behind him to up high next to him. "These are your knives, each one has a name decorated into them, they won't hurt but at midnight I will slide them under your doors at random, your job is to kill the person it says. And I, shall be announcing the tragedies of some deaths and narrating the story with this hear handy microphone!

"That sounds easy" Roman remarked, looking around to see people nodding in agreement.

"There are some catches!" Thomas continued, smiling at Roman. "Where can you not be killed? In the kitchen, in your own room or if you're naked, so keep it pg."

"This sounds all well and good, Thomas, but we do not know our rooms here..." Logan sighed, praying he wouldn't get Roman or there would be a real murder.

"Actually, I'm going to tell you them now!" Thomas replied, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket and carefully unfolding it.

"Virgil, you are with Patton! Because you guys will make good roomies." He took a brief pause to read the next set of roomies, this continued throughout, " Logan I have put you with Elliott because I think you both will bond.",

"Roman, I know you'll love this, you get Remy."

"Now Emile and Deceit, I have given you both separate rooms as I think that's going to be better for you guys."

Everyone seemed ok with their room arrangements judging from the brief conversations taking place before the room turned their attention back to Thomas.

"One last thing before you can all go find your rooms and get settled in for the night. If you get 'stabbed' you need to carry your knife around with you so that it's not still circulating because you must give your failed target knife to the person who beat you."

And with that everyone got up and went off to their rooms to bond and have last minute preparation time.

"Virgil, I... I don't think I can do this..." Patton mumbled to him, they were the last ones to leave and before they left Thomas' view Virgil offered him a hug.

"I'm rooting for you guys..." Thomas mumbled as he went off to collect the foam swords.

And so that marked the last night before the war began...

"Patton, no one will actually die, it'll be ok! I promise, we'll help each other out throughout this, I even wrote where you can't be killed as a message for you!" Virgil smiled, getting up and looking out the door.

"Only those two..." Virgil smirked, turning back to Patton gesturing for him to come over. "Oh my! They're just in towels?"

"Hola, Padre!!" Romans voice echoed from the other side of the hall. Of course, Remy and him decided to go around with towels covering their modesty so at any point they could drop it and become immune, talk about a lack of insecurity.

"This is kind of like a kilt..." Remy remarked going into his room to get a coffee. "You've wore a kilt before?" Roman turned around, shocked. "There's a lot you don’t know about me, hun" He shot Roman a quick wink as he left.

"We'll meet back up later alright, Patton!" And off Virgil went.

Suddenly Thomas' voice boomed throughout the corridor, "who will win? Who will lose? Letssss visit our other contestants!!"

"See, Elliott, this isn't as scary as it would seem, it's just a dumb yearly tradition, we all grow closer from this by the end as we root on the final two." Logan's expression was soft, as he explained it all to them.

"And here we have Microsoft nerd!" Roman whizzed by on heelies with Remy sipping coffee close behind him.

"Apart from him. He usually ends up in the naughty corner..." "Oh you wanna go?" "I beat you once I'll beat you again, Roman."

Within minutes everyone gathered to watch the next rap battle.

"This is all too much for me." Elliott mumbled, pushing their way out of the crowd until they felt something soft graze past part of their torso, as a very soft "gotcha!" ringed in their ears for a minute. "Thank you!" They turned to hug Remy, exchanging swords. And with that Elliott went off to text their new friend, Kai.

Though that weren't the only unusual event that morning. During the Roman and Logan rap battle a loud crash interrupted them both as Thomas fell from the sky.

As he landed he shouted, "I HEARD OUR FIRST DEATH!" Logan helped him up in the meantime, shooting him extremely confused and concerned looks, his face flickered back and forth between them until Thomas clarified, "I'm the narrator, I just don’t like 4 walls so I'm popping in with each death!" Everyone bar Remy then dispersed, "Good job Remy, already showing yourself off as a strong competitor!" He patted his back before going off again.

"Thomas!" Remy’s shout caused him turn around, slowly and dramatically, "You don't need to narrate every single detail!" He soft smiled, shook his head in a loving way and walked away. And maybe, just maybe he was right.

The next death didn’t happen until night time, what had started as two groups protecting each other turned into a stare down and a challenge of who would stay where they were for longer, only 2 men daring to walk in the middle of the sides, myself and Emile.

"Guys, it's a game, but we don't want to lose friends over this..." Emile nervously giggled watching the two groups edge nearer to each other, 1 death could end it all. It was intense, and only when there was a tiny bit of space between the two groups did someone actually die.

"I'm so sorry!!" He shouted, panicked and regretting his action, none other than Patton had killed the only one keeping peace. "Hey! I was roped into this! I just can't say no to Logan..."

And so marked the end of Monday, the death toll already at 2 out of the maximum needed of 7.

They say that weather can impact a stories mood, it definitely impacted the groups. Thunder and heavy rain, causing people like Roman pain but delighted people like Virgil. And others like Logan felt indifferent about the weather. "I feel indifferent about all of this..." He said, walking off. "My play!" Roman exclaimed, " we must all put aside the fighting for the sake of my play today!! Give me time to prepare!" And off Roman went too. Maybe Logan and Roman were tag teaming? Their exits felt a bit improvised...

"Nah" Virgil laughed, "Logan takes things far too literally, I mean you remember the first year when he straight up killed us all in a day because this was all new to us?"

Perhaps Virgil had a convincing argument... Though he simply nodded, sipping tea as he pointed at the clock.

The others would be gathering for Roman's play outside because he made a big deal about lining up outside prior to when the play starts.

And sure enough, a few people did line up waiting well before the play would start, simply passing time until then but once the doors opened, everyone started rolling in.

It was ridiculous arguing that the play was mighty and impressive yet the ending had the biggest twist going, what looked like a stage knife hit Roman's ribs and he dramatically fell to the floor, as the antagonist slowly lifted off their mask and turned around their sword to reveal a giant red, 'Roman' written across it. The crowd was shocked and clapped loudly before Roman realised what had happened. "You, snake!! Only you could worm your way into my act! Get out!!" He furiously yelled at Deceit as he left everyone there, collecting Roman's victim sword on his way out.

"I CALL INTERMISSION!!" The Prince demanded, everyone nodding in agreement. "I'll give you guys half an hour to take a break." Thomas agreed, watching every one leave, running off after one person in particular.

"Dude! When did you get killed?" "When I stopped caring?" Logan replied as though it was normal, "I have no interest in such silly wars, So Virgil killed me." "None of this explains one thing though!"

Both of them paused, "Why are you wearing your sword like it's some kind of accessory?" "Oh! You said to keep in on my person and well my boyfriend was busy playing this game so I just kind of went with it?" Logan proceeded to offer a nonchalant hug as he walked off.

Thomas was simply happy that the next day was over after the intermission.

The four remaining fighters would have to play carefully now. It all meant war at this stage, but who would win, Remy - the towel wearing newbie, Patton - the one no one expected to kill anyon- "Hey! Not fair! That was an accident!" Patton called out, interrupting the perfectly good narrative.

Virgil, the one in his element despite embodying anxiety or Deceit, the one who a sneaky snake boy despite all the evil looks of disagreement he has for that statement.

Only the next few days would have the answers.

How quickly can you count from 4 to 3? It's probably not as fast as our next contestant went out, everyone had just woke up to a mysterious banging sound.

The group cautiously approached where the sound was coming from. "Remy?" Logan mumbled quietly, trying to wake up properly. Once a sufficient crowd gathered around he announced the statement that changed the entire game... And yet those who didn't know would be shocked by this ground breaking news.

"I need coffee! Someone take me out of this game, it's too time consuming." And sure enough, he did get removed.

The finale was approaching, but who would remain in it?

Despite searching, no one could find Deceit (although our search wasn't very thorough...)

So instead we turned to the dynamic duo, Patton and Virgil. They were sat at the opposite end of the room so it was difficult to hear what they were saying though Patton's faced showed regret and pity while Virgil's remained difficult to understand, he had kept up a cold facade the entire game, no one really knowing his next attack.

The unpredictability of his gameplay could leave to a difficult war against Deceit, both strong and mysterious competitors, would Patton be able to compete is the question?

Suddenly Virgil's face changed to one of rage, as a pillow came hurtling in my direction.

"Deceits still in this game??" He seemed startled by this news. "Thomas, can you go else where please? Your narrating gets annoying after a while."

And so, we let the news sink in for Virgil, he would probably be planning on how to get rid of him now he was caught up.

The day was normal and quiet and until dinner had just ended, everyone ate together as the kitchen was big enough for everyone.

"Virgil, can we talk for a second outside?" Patton enquired, as he noticed Virgil getting up. "Uh, yeah sure!" And so the two stepped outside leaving everyone else inside. It was quiet, at first, peaceful even. Until...

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?" Was shouted from outside the room so we all rushed out to see what had happened.

Once outside we saw the sword moving in slow motion then as it hit we all gasped in harmony. "Virgil... How... How could you let this happen?" I asked, cautiously, "You can't trust anyone..." He whispered softly to us and just like that 3 became 2, the finale, the showdown, the war to end the war.

Afterwards, we got an exclusive interview with the man himself, Virgil. Here are a few highlights "So how do you feel about the finale?"... "Um, pretty good ya know!", "Did the last death not upset you at all?" "Nah"

"You were quick to answer that, Patton is your best friend, is there no kind of hurt feelings or uncomfortableness saying as you share a room?"

And his answer was remarkable, "Nope, still good vibes all round, ya know that scene was completely improvised, right?" Virgil smiled, looking at the ground before continuing, "Yeah, Roman had been teaching us all about drama actually and we decided that I should throw the game so that Morality vs Deceit can be a battle of good vs evil." For the first time in the history of these games, we had an agreement for the finale with no hard feelings and a completely improvised scene to achieve it.

Without trying to stick to clichés, the final battle would be good vs bad in the sense that deceit is not a good trait.

Who would be victorious and who would fall at the last hurdle? Could precious, peppy, Patton kill the deceitful slippery snake, ah really, double birds, again? "See...see what happens?" Logan said, staring as though this was all somewhat, familiar, to him. But yes - Deceit, a slimy boi! Logan coughed to gain his attention,, "Thomas back to the story..."

I think it's best we let someone else tell you from here....

We we're set out to win, and yes, I said we. While this may have started of as an individual competition, it was time for a bit of teamwork and collaboration. The rules before were harsh and unjust but Deceit was playing by my rules now, there was no way he could get into the minds of 4 very differing personalities. Especially not when you have one who loves to make sure things are thoroughly planned out.

Being out meant myself, Logan and Roman could gather all the required gear for our 6 step fool proof plan without having to worry about getting stabbed.

Step 1 - Setting the scene. We needed to make sure that once in the desired room, the escapes were very dodgy, this meant a bit of deconstruction. This set also meant making sure the costume was ready. If the distraction was to work it would have to be good enough to pull a Trojan Horse type of deal on Deceit.

Step 2 - Getting ready for it all. Making sure the walkie talkies were turned on, getting Roman suited up and of course I had to be sure his make up looked effective enough for us all to be convinced.

Step 3 - Setting up the trap. Roman had to go off at this stage to make sure we'd have the upper hand and sure enough, he was quick to track him down, over the walkie talkie could hear their discussion.

"Come with me!" Roman exclaimed in his best girlish voice, leading Deceit to where we wanted him, we could occasionally hear his balloon boobs rubbing on his layered outfit so they weren't noticeable.

Then once they arrived Logan went off silently to the room, staying out of site.

Step 4 - The realisation. First of Roman cross dressing. "Roman, it was kind of obvious, I know that no girls had access to this area and your balloons are too squeaky for your own good..."

We had him exactly where we wanted him but before we finish what else was realised we needed Patton to take his knife and get ready nearby. Once that was done, we waited until he finished.

"I saw you guys last night, I know this is all a trap, you really think I'm that gullible?" "I meannnnn, in our defence..." Roman nervously giggled. "Sooner or later, your little friends will have to come and rescue and when they do, it'll give me the perfect time to strike!"

"I'm not so sure about that one... Maybe I'm just a decoy to keep you in place." He shrugged, smiling innocently.

"No! They have to come and get you eventually, they're all goody goody and 'oo look at the dramatic one, whatever would we do without him'... they'll come"

"You know what, you're right!"

Andddd pause. Deceit had not anticipated step 5. Distract from secret entrance. Way back at the start of the game I spent some time carving out a chunk of the wall and covering up with a perfectly good poster, in all the chaos, no one ever looked down at it to see it was too low down to belong there.

Which meant that Roman distracting Deceit had given Patton and I a perfect chance to sneak in. Because he was too vain to ever even realise that you never make a plan without a backup.

Continue.

We'd never seen Patton get so mad over a game before but that stab in the middle of Deceits back was harsh, probably out of defence for Roman. And yet as soon as he realised he stumbled and fell onto the floor.

"Guess what?" I whispered crouching down to him. "You're dead!" And with that I brought the ketchup bottle into his eyesight as I provided him a worthy enough war wound.

And despite them having to forcefully remove the bottle from my hands to stop Deceit's injury from worsening, it was all worth it for the triumphant winner , even Logan saw the point of these wars after it was all over.

Step 6, I hear you questioning. It is probably the most important step out of all of them - Never doubt Patton Sanders, the reigning king of Murder Week.

[fmdxjerome]

*naomi pokes her head in after disappearing for the 600th time* bonjour 

family things where the reason i was so m.i.a. this past week. but i’m here now and i’m going to follow and unfollow people. update some things (like points, plots and tag lists) and head into ims. the good things. sorry i keep disappearing, it’s a weird time. i hope you all are doing good though. people who i have not talked to yet, i’m sorry i still haven’t introduced myself to you all. i’ll gradually work on this. people who i plotted with before, you know i’m gradually trying to get back to that too. i’m very out of the loop with everything.

though! working on some things. writing, photoshop, things, yeah.

but that aside i kinda wanted to take the space of this ooc post to elaborate on the headcanon i wrote yesterday? because? wow. uh. what the hell was that. i wont talk about the topics of the story itself so dont worry if they are triggering to you, i wont be mentioning anything in here.

i just. i started writing the headcanon because my inspiration for anything else was nil. i had things done for my starter (things that had to go out before it for the starter to make sense) and i was preparing to write but nothing came out. and i saw the days ticking by then so i thought “a headcanon will give me something to put out as i dont want to loose jerome but also don’t want to go on hiatus again”. i thought it’ll be like 1000 words and just explain seulgi and chanyeol a bit but it turned into that. i kinda got sucked into it. like, very badly. i wrote it in two days and two nights with little sleep and a lot of tears and it fucked me up but not in a bad way persay (not in a good way either but). after my hiatus i’ve been all kinds of weird with jerome? i haven’t known how to put him out there and advertise him as a cool dude to new and old people in here and i blame my mood for that? because when i was all meme kid 2000 it was easier to thrust him into people’s dm’s, but then after the hiatus i’ve been so goddamned serious about everything that even the funny posts i try to make dont make it to the blog because i think about them too much? (honestly. i have a backlog of memes guys.). then i write that, start writing that with the beginning and end in mind and it’s so goddamned dark but it gets my emotions out and makes me feel more intrigued to flesh out jerome. it relieves me a bit. 

because the thing about jerome is that family is one of the most important things for him. and exploring chanyeol, who had everything jerome had wanted when he grew up (to be raised by a mother who looked like him and loved him), made me find jerome again. it’s the comparing of lives that do it, how two brothers that came from the same prompt live such different lives because of the polarizing answers their mothers gave to one of the hardest question in life. but then again they have so much the same; the drinking, the faces, the laughs, the ridicule, and so much more. they’re more like twins than they are brothers, just years apart and not quite the same.

(there is a reason why *if you read the story* i pinned their situations against each other often, give the perspective of jerome’s life whilst giving context to chanyeols)

and i dont know if jerome will ever know about chanyeol, meet seulgi, find a connection with his mother, feel a bond with his sibling (who’s connection form is almost done, i’m hoping for a sister) or find the bad of himself in his father but it’s the start of exploring this part of jerome’s life, his bloodlines, that get me so much more into jerome’s story. because it is such an important piece in his life.

and look, you might think “but thats marie!” if you look over his blog or read his bio (please dont. its ugly.), that she’s the most influential thing in jerome’s character as she’s the one who basically created “yuddy”. and yeah, she’s important. he still gets anxious when she teeters with the information only they know and still gets furious when he sees her face. but it’s family that starts it all. 

he wouldn’t be as searching for warmth if it wasn’t for the fact that he views himself to be abandoned when just a baby, which his mother did with all the heart break in her heart. he wouldn’t be as proving and intense if it wasn’t for the fact that he feels like he has just one moment to cement himself in someone’s memory as something to desire (whether its about music, lust, love, etc.). he wouldn’t be as afraid of loosing important people in his life if he hadn’t lost the most important one of all.

also, he wouldn’t be as natural with the flirting and the charming smirks if it wasn’t for the fact that his father had that natural allure to him, too. had that bad treatment, too. had that booming confidence, too. and had that selfishness, too. (i villainize chanwook a lot. but he was just a guy who didn’t like commitments, he wants the fun and nothing else. hmm doesn’t that sound familiar.)

yuddy was a reaction to marie, but made possible because of chanwook. hey, thats pretty deep.

anyway, what also was interesting with exploring chanyeol was the fact that jerome’s biggest wish was to be able to look at someone and recognize himself in it. with his adoption family he obviously couldnt do that. and to add another layer in his hometown there were no korean faces, no ethnicity he could belong to. (i dont know how it is in legit laval and martigné-sur-mayenne as i am just a dumb kid who only has the internet to find things out BUT as i live in a western european town *obliviously naomi you’re dutch* thats pretty big and those towns arents the biggest i can use my own experiences and grab the data/information i can find on the internet to create young!jerome’s school and daily life environment.) but he could live with that if he just had a mother or/and a father he could look up to and see himself. there have been days where he’s been bullied for the shape of his eyes or the colour of his skin, there have been days where he’s been fetishized for them too, and if he was allowed to look up at his mother he could see the same pairs of eyes stare back at him. and if he’d look at his father he’d see the same coloured skin. he’d feel more at ease. but he sees blonde hair and peachy skin instead, sees hazel eyes and different noses. add a DEEPER layer and he can’t seem to find where he gets his ugly wide laugh from, or his aggression when provoked. the gentle touch to the things he loves. the intensity of passion. the greed of selfishness. he doesn’t know where the traits come from, who gives him those traits, or if they are purely his own. and he truly wished he did.

and with that as he stands on stage now he is unaware that he makes two women cry every night. blissfully unaware that he has two mothers look at him and see the man that left them but see their missed sons too. he knows nothing of that, and so he knows nothing of the impact he’s making with simply existing. (boram looking at jerome is still very ambiguous in my mind though as her kid can appear in roleplay but seulgi’s view is pretty cemented)

okay shit this kind of turned into some weird exploration of jerome? i started writing this like 6 hours ago what the hell. i’m so slow. maybe this is helping me too with making that re-introduction thing i still have to make. great. well what you can take from this is that jerome has a definite baseline when it comes to his personality and i explored that in chanyeols story where he was the one who got it yet felt undeserving of it?

it’s affection. his baseline is affection. his baseline is warmth. for him as a person, a real person, his person. and not for anything else. and it’s nice to look at the people that gave that to him, the people that didn’t and the reasons behind it.

his biological mother couldn’t give it to him because she gave him away before she could. (the only exception being the first moment in the hospital room 26 years ago.)

his biological father couldn’t give it to him seeing as he didn’t even care to know him.

his adoptive parents couldn’t give it to him as they only saw him as a prop next to jade vases and ricepaper fans.

his first love marie couldn’t give it to him even when he thought she could, but then in time he realized she never loved him for him. realized she never loved him at all.

his grandfather has given it to him, as he sang with him to old tunes and learned him how to cook. his grandmother did too before she fell away.

frederic and halit gave it to him, freddy when he cemented himself as his first closest friend and halit when he pulled him along and shared his family with him. they both gave him a home, and they both gave him the concept of best friends.

julien too gifts it to him now, as he has poked through the shields that is yuddy and has never stopped grasping at the heart that is jerome.

its interesting. it’s all interesting and i’m kind of content that i threw this headcanon out there? or wrote it. (even if not many people will probably read it because of the content matter or because its dumb long or other reasons) because its really a start for me to explore jerome other sides more, the other important things. with the marie story half way finished and her changing in severity in his life, it’ll be interesting to further explore the facet that hurt jerome the most. bloodlines.

ok i got to stop because literally no one is having time for my wall of mess i mean wall of text and its getting way too late/early whilst i wanted to reply to some dms so im just going to grab my phone and start typing there. until i fall asleep. which honestly can be in a few minutes as today was stressful (my cat couldnt poop and i cried lol i’m actually a mess.) 

ALSO if you read the story, the program seulgi watched when she saw jerome for the first time was You Hee-yeol's Sketchbook when DEAN was on. and the songs she heard where HALF MOON (D) and ORDINARY PEOPLE. (which are probably one of my favourite performances of dean.) easter egg. or something like that i dont know-

ok naomi out

*uses a gif of my sweet winter child as i haven’t used one in ages*

[creativeyoung-minds]

Muldoon’s Market

By Ralph Mari S. Castro

      So, this is how to save a man’s life. Forced to take one’s life to save the other one. Standing in this small town in Maryland. Woke up 4 a.m. because of that weird dream. Bloodstain all over me, in that supermarket where I work. Sirens everywhere firetrucks rushing to the supermarket.

      I guess the story will start here. Small town no hospitals, no malls, no good restaurants, and no such thing to do. We only had a bank, a library, a supermarket, and a disgusting old movie theater that screened chick flicks. The only fun thing you could do in this town, is drink have a picnic by the river with friends or family. I didn’t do well at school. I was only interested in listening to music. The only class I paid attention in was English class and some Science. Reading and writing came naturally. I enjoyed it. The rest zero interest. I entered community college because my mom forced me to do something, rather than being left alone in our home and do nothing.

      Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. I don’t know how it happened, but it happened. Time flew. Now here I was, twenty-four, unemployed, depressed from a recent breakup, and living in my childhood room. I know what you are thinking. Pathetic, right? Well I don’t disagree. Trust me, it wasn’t where I wanted to be in life.

      My mom is working three times a week. And that’s why I was on my way to apply for a job at this supermarket. It was a beautiful day in April. I know because I wrote it in my moleskin notebook. That thing was beat as hell, but it had become my best friend. Everywhere I went, the moleskin came with.

      I’ll never forget crossing the road in front of the grocery store. I saw this guy in black sneakers, blue denim pants, and a plain white T-shirt. He seemed to be forcibly talking at people who walked by. And not in a welcoming way. As I get closer to him, I realized he was kind of a weird looking. Mid-twenties. On the tall side, maybe 6’11”, slim. He had a long, bent nose, dark eyes, expressive eyebrows, and wrinkles in his forehead.

      As I get closer and closer, I tried to avoid him, but he spotted me right away kind of like when you catch your own image in the tinted windows of the automatic sliding doors. He was a reflection. He seemed to be to mirror all my movements a bit creepily. With every step I took, he took one too, until we met.

      “Spare a dollar?” he said.

      “Sorry man, I don’t have it on me,” I said, patting my chest and pockets.

      “Help a brother out!” He said, extending his hand.

      I thought. They need to get rid of the beggar and loiterers. I walked past him, bringing my hand to my backpack straps as I entered the store. Inside this place looked like your typical grocery store. Tiled floors, jammed-up carts, aisles and aisles of neatly run-down, but clean enough for the families in town. I made my to the customer service desk, where I asked as middle-aged black woman for an application. Her name tag said Ronda.

      “You’re applying for a job dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt, child?”

      When she said this, I was glad to my gut was right and I wasn’t some prejudice arsehole. Not completely anyway.

     “Well, Ronda, I only came like this to fill out the application. I didn’t plan on sitting down for an interview the same day.”

      She stared at me and let out a single chuckle, and said, “You know how often I hear that, baby? How many times I’ve had this conversation? Those pretty brown eyes of yours aren’t going to take you far.”

      Wow, I could imagine how many idiots came in just like me, to apply for a job they didn’t give two things about. But I needed this job.

      “Hey there, friend!” a man said. I turned around to a grinning man in his early thirties. He extended his hand to be shaken. “I’m Ted Daniels, assistant manager here.” He looked like a corny white dude.

      “Hello, there,” I said, mimicking his attitude as best as I could.

      “I’m Flynn,” I added.

      “And are we applying for employment today?” he said.

      “Uh, yeah, I mean, I saw you guys were hiring and wanted to fill out an application.” I said.

      Ted invited me to his office for the interview. After thirty minutes of exchange of words in his office.

      “You’re hired!” he said, offering his hand for me to shake.

      “Seriously?” I said, not believing it.

      “Oh, of course, Flynn. I really believe in energy, and I have a good feeling about you.”

      “Well, thank, Ted. That means a lot,” I said, unsure why this guy was eager to give me a position. “Wait a second,” I said. “What would I be doing and how much money would I be making?”

      “Oh, ten dollars an hour. You’ll be our floater.”

      “I’ll be a what?”

      “I’ll explain everything on Monday! See you at 9 a.m.,” he said, pointing to the calendar to his desk.

      Going out of Ted’s office with a smile. Walking past the customer service, gainfully employed, “See you later, Ronda!” I said.

      As I go out the supermarket. That strange guy earlier is still there. Staring at me nonchalantly.

      “Uh, well I…,” I stammered.

      “UUHHH, WELLL, you make me sick, dude. What if I were homeless, you don’t know,” he said, pulling an apron over his head. It revealed a name tag that said Bobby.

      “Wait a minute…”

      “You’re a messed-up person, man!” he interrupted.

      “But I…”

      “Hey, you!” said Ted, looking in Bobby’s direction. “Back to work, please! We’re on the clock.”

      “You work here?” I asked.

      “Hahaha, yeah, dude… I’m just messing with you, man,” said Bobby.

      After 3 days, it’s Monday already. My first day of being a floater in this supermarket. Being a floater at the same time an author is hard. Well I applied for inspiration to finish the novel that I’m writing to meet the deadline of the publishing company who can help me publish this novel.

      After months of working in the supermarket and finishing this novel that I’m writing. I finished the novel and sent it to the company. After that day Bobby told Mia, Which is the girl that I’m dating. That I am cheating on her. Proving that Bobby is lying, is like fighting a war with a pen. But I know, Mie believes in me.

      Few days of knowing Bobby did that. I was able to confront him inside our locker room in the supermarket.

      “Man! Why on earth would you do that to me?”

      “Look Flynn, I’m jealous.” Bobby said.

      “Dude, I treated you as my brother, then you did that to me?!” I said, punching his face with all my strength. Fortunately, no one was there. Just me and Bobby. With the exchange of punch in the locker room. John and Clint stopped us from fighting. Bobby left the room with a bruise and few cuts in his face.

      While am on my way home. Mia texted me saying “Flynn, hurry I have a good news for you!” as I entered to my house. Mia together with my Mom surprised me. With a congratulations hanging on the wall. My mom gave a letter that came from the company. That my novel is the best-seller in the country. And she told me something about my account. That there is something sitting in my account along with

       She pause, as though not sure how to explain.

      “Along with what, Mom?!”

      “Along with … just under nine million dollars. After taxes.”

      “WHAT?!” I screamed.

       I didn’t notice how my novel was selling in the country because I took a week for myself and after that I focused on my work. After the good news that I received. All my dreams in living in Los Angeles, California will come together with my Mom and Mia. Away from negativity that pulls us down.

[melyaliz]

Letters to the Missing

Pairing: Roy x OC

Notes: Requested and co-writen by @speedypan​

Tagging: @royslittleharper @guns-n-lilies @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness @daisyboobear @werewitchling @nightwing-rules​

It had only been two days, two days Roy had gone missing. While it would have been normal for most superheroes for Maia not knowing where Roy was for that long.

As Roy opened his eyes her face was the first thing he saw. Smiling as she stood over him. He didn’t know why but excitement corsed through his body as his heart started to beat faster.

“Found you” she giggled as he blinked up at her slightly confused on what she was talking about. “You’ve been missing for two days. I mean if you had wanted to play hide and seek you could have just asked.” she told him sitting back down on the chair next to the bed. He turned to her studying her.

The door to his room slowly opened and Maia let out a small squeak before jumping up running into the small bathroom of the hospital room. A nurse walked in nodding toward the boy.

“Ah, you’re awake, ” he said walking over checking his pulse and checking his charts. “You’re father was here earlier. Also, your friend keeps calling.” behind the nurse Maia peeked out of the bathroom putting her finger to her lips signaling him to be quiet. Roy couldn’t help but smile as his eyes flickered from her to the nurse.

“My friend didn’t come visit?”

“Oh, we told her family only, sorry.”

“Ahhh”

After the nurse checked him and left Maia slowly tiptoed back into the room. “I wrote you a letter so you wouldn’t miss anything while you were missing,” she said handing him the white envelope.

He took it, unable to take his eyes off her. He wasn’t sure why but it was as if he was seeing her for the first time. His memories of her were fresh and strong yet his body seemed to be reacting as if it didn’t know her at all.

“Are you hungry?” she asked poking his arm as he sat there just looking at her, a goofy smile on his face as he clung to her every word. Like a man dying of thirst he soaked her words in.

“Maybe a little, why?”

“Oh because… she leaned down to her bad and pulled out a small pulling up some cups. “I brought ice cream”  he smiled taking a cup opening it.

“Are there spoons?” he asked glancing up at her again, his heart picking up slightly. Her face fell as she looked down at her bad again running around.

“Woops”

He laughed gently folding the lid to his ice cream scooping some out, good thing it was a little soft from sitting out. “We can make do,” he said licking the sweet treat. Maia smiled watching him eat as she sat down next to him. Roy glanced over at her mid-bite

“What?”

“Nothing I’m just glad you’re ok.”

“So let’s see what I missed.” he said picking up the letter.

I went to that dinner by the school for pancakes. Those pancakes were amazing, Cindi gave me extra whip cream

“W… Where is she?” Roy cried as he ran into the hospital to see Christine and Gerald walking down the hall of the hospital. One of the nurse’s put a hand on the red haired man’s chest stopping him.

“Sir please don’t run.” she said

I went to your room and stole your hoodie back. Sucker.

Christine looked up giving him a small smile before she came up to him, “Roy, visiting hours are closed and she needs some rest. But she is back with us.” Next to her Gerald sighed rubbing his eyes pure exhaustion coursing through his body after the day he and his wife had had.  

“She’s back Roy,” he said simply patting Roy on the back before leading his wife out to their car. Roy stood in the hospital waiting room clutching a thick Manila envelope. He had waited 10 years for this day. He was not going to wait one more day.

“Roy?”

Oliver wouldn’t let me join him on a mission instead I went to the alleys to find my own investigation and I came up short, but I met a lovely hooker named Melody. She taught me how to make my eyeliner winged.

She woke up to sunflowers on her nightstand. Winching she sits up to see Roy sitting in the chair across from her.

“Hey” he tossed her the manila envelope, “Glad to see you’re back” she looked down at the envelope then back at him. Scars littered her body, her left arm in a cast. He suddenly doesn’t want to be there seeing her like this… after everything. The idea of her being in pain, not Maia. Maia was invincible. She once fell from an 18 story building with hardly a scratch. 

Who had done this? What had done this? 

He turns and leaves Maia just watching in shock. “Roy?” her voice called out as he disappeared out of the window.

I’m going crazy. Time is moving slower, although that would be a good thing for you both. I’ve been keeping my hands busy from texting you and interrupting. You should be proud.

“Roy you could use the door you know,” Jennifer said as the red-haired man came through her window. She had been relaxing on her bed with a fancy spread of cheeses and wine while watching her newest addiction.

“She’s back?”

“Yeah I see that, can you believe she was undercover with the CSI trying to find her evil twin the whole time?”

“What? No, not your show, Maia.”

“Oh.” they both stood there in silence, well Roy stood, Jen was still cuddled up on her bed. “Soooo, why are you here?” the brunette finally asked handing him some cheese and on a small wheat cracker.

“I… I just can’t face her, after everything… it’s… it’s Maia.”

I am doing it, Roy. I am going to be a dog owner. I saved this guy that was walking his large litter of puppies and they were so cute. I need a dog Roy.

“Yes,” Jen said as Roy had taken a seat next to her helping himself to her snacks. “It’s Maia which is why…” she smacked him over the side of the head.

“OW what was that for.”

“Dude, I had to sit through 10 years of you moping over this woman and now you are here in my bed eating my snacks NOT talking to her? FUCK ROY! Get the hell out!”

“But…”

“Tea would be so mad at you… if anything, do it in memory of her.”

“But…” he sighed running his fingers through his red hair running out of excuses.

Ayden and I broke up. I guess I’m including this because it’s not something I want to talk about and It technically happened today. On the flip side, I found this dog that would be you. Oliver wouldn’t let me adopt him so I’m going to throw condoms of spite at him.

Why was it so easy to get into a hospital? Like honestly This was the second time he was scaling the walls of an all glass building and NO ONE was calling security. Not to mention this was Gotham. Wasn’t this city riddled with criminals?

Ok Roy, not now, now you have to focus on the woman of your dreams and how you are going to… talk to her. Slowly he opened the window of her room unable to look in because the windows were both tinted and covered with shades.

“Maia?” he whispered sneaking in, “Maia are you awake?”

There was no response as his eyes adjusted to the dark room. The sound of her breathing gently could be heard. Better get this out before he lost his nerve.

“Maia… I… those days when you were missing. Those letters don’t even do justice to how lost I was.” he took a deep breath, “I felt like I was drowning without you there. Like nothing was right, every turn I took I kept fucking up, choosing the wrong path. Hell, I wasn’t even the real Roy which I just continued to fuck up. I needed you, I needed you more than even I was willing to admit.”

He leaned forward his lips barely brushing her forehead, “Maia, I can’t do with without you, love you.” Gently he kissed her forehead, which felt kind of cold and clammy. Also, it was a little larger than he remembered. In fact, Maia’s whole silhouette seemed rather large.

As he pulled away the person who was supposed to be Maia sat bolt up right turning on the light in the room to reveal a large middle-aged man with long greasy hair.

“Dude, what the… are you Red Arrow?”

Roy almost fell out the window and down 10 stories trying to escape

Oliver’s acting strange since you left. It’s been two days but he looks stressed and I’m worried. He won’t tell me what’s wrong or even talk to me. He’s just jumped from his seat.

“They let her go home, I think she’s at Oliver’s” Was the text Jen had sent him two hours ago. It was followed by a gif of a woman screaming “go to her!” then another text saying “Are you there?”

Obviously, he missed them.

But he couldn’t get back fast enough. Dropping his bike in the driveway of Queen Manor as he walked in.

The sound of her laughter was the first thing he heard followed by the sound of slightly annoyed shouting from Oliver.

“Dick seriously go home!”

Walking into the room Roy found his original, Dick and Oliver on the couch playing Mario Kart with Maia. She was still slightly patched up some of her scars covered up with makeup and a few bandages making his heartache to see.

“No way! I’m not missing Maia’s grand return for anything” Dick said nudging Maia trying to cause her to mess up on the race.

“Dick stop cheat… Roy!”

“Hey…” he mumbled slowly walking in feeling his heart drop. Maia held up her controller for him.

“Hurry up! I need a real competitor.”

I just found out you weren’t at Donna’s like you said and what happened. I wish you had told me, I don’t know why you didn’t trust me.