#DUDE i left to take a shower and came back idk an hour later and my art was just. on screen. (i had posted it in the discord)

[thornrings]

kind of low effort rain world doodles from andrew cunningham's stream tonight ! if anyone else was there hiii :-)

[forlornmelody]

Resurrection Day

Rating: M (just a lot of angst, really. Character death, some graphic violence, and an afterglow moment)

Fandom(s): DC Comics

Ship: Jayrose, RedArse, 

Linkage: Ao3

Summary:   The Outlaws have always had a funny relationship with death, but when one of their own dies, they try to rise from their mistakes.

Note:  Idk if this is a fic, or more my headcanons strung together. Enjoy? 

-*-*

“Do you ever regret it?” 

Jason only half-hears her, his eyelids heavy, and his body so relaxed with release that he might never move again. “Mm?” he mumbles, pulling his body through quicksand so he can lay on his side and face her. 

Rose’s skin still glistens in the evening light, her hair mussed, and her face flushed. Her voice still throaty from moaning and screaming that Jason’s too busy reliving those last straining moments he almost doesn’t hear her again. “Do you ever regret...coming back?”

Pushing himself onto his elbows, Jason gazes down at her with a crooked grin. “To Gotham? Only when Bruce breathes down my neck.”

Snorting, Rose stretches one arm above her head, and her chest rises towards him in a way that makes him suck in his breath. Focus. She won’t meet his eyes, and her lips keep forming words she doesn't speak. “No, I mean. Do you regret being brought back?” The warmth in Jason’s belly turns to ice. 

It’s all too easy to remember that god-awful laugh, and the red haze in his vision, and the blood in his eyes. The searing pain of each blow, and the ache every time he tries to breathe. The numbness that settles in when he reaches the door and finds it locked--when he hears the egg timer on Joker’s signature bomb. 

Remembering what came after is harder. Running out of air. So much water, but it’s thicker than water, and he can’t get to the surface fast enough. Screaming. So much screaming. Is he screaming? Everyone’s trying to kill him. He can’t get out. He can’t get out. He can’t.

“Jason?” Rose only says his name when she’s worried. She squeezes his shoulder, digging her nails into his skin until his vision clears. “Shit. Sorry.” Sighing in frustration, she looks away. “Didn’t mean to bring all that back.”

Leaning his forehead against hers, Jason tries to get his breathing under control like his shrink taught him, but it’s easier said than done, and he fears the moment lost by the time he does. He tries to turn it into a joke, to lighten the mood. “That’s like asking if I regret being alive.” Jason huffs a laugh, but it falls flat. 

Rose bites her lip so hard Jason half-expects it to bleed. She looks up at him as if she’s confessing to murder. Sorry, Asshole, I fucked up again. Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. “I was there, you know.”

Jason’s eyes widen. “At the Lazarus Pit?” And there he is, again. Drowning. 

“Yeah.” She swallows, and the next part comes out thick. “I was the one who told Ra’s Al Ghul where to find your body. He let me watch, as a thank you.”

Nowhere in that haze of memory does Jason recall seeing Rose, and that it is a whole new betrayal. “Where?” He sucks in a breath. “When?”

“Guess you weren’t happy to see me.” She snorts. “You tried to kill me. Well. Everyone, really. But you were fixated on me.” Rose looks at him, finally. “Thaila had to pull you off me before I stopped self-healing altogether.”

“And then you...left?” He’s angry, as if he has any right to be. Jason probably would’ve done the same given the circumstances. 

Rose nods. “And the All-Caste offered to take you in, fix you right up. Guess it worked.” A small smile sneaks onto her lips. But it doesn’t reach her eyes. 

One of Jason’s first clear memories of that time--a lonely night in his cell in The Chamber of All. Wondering what happened to her. If she had died right along with him and hadn’t been brought back. Being so angry when he got back to Gotham and she apparently had a life of her own. His memories of her, after, are a little less clear. But the distant look in her eyes tells him all he needs to know. 

----

“Dude, don’t be so hard on her.” Roy polishes off yet another hot dog, licking his fingers. 

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Jason kicks his heels against the edge of the rooftop. He reaches for one of the polish sausages, but his stomach gurgles in protest. Maybe not, then. 

“You’ve no idea what she went through to get you back.” He turns to look at him, with those hazel eyes lingering on Jason in a way that always leaves him feeling, well, naked. Which shouldn’t be an issue right? Roy’s seen him naked plenty of times after a mission. There’s only one shower, and that apartment has one tiny ass water heater. Showering together only makes sense? At least there’s room for the both of them, just barely. It often turns into a game of Twister mixed with hot yoga. And like, there’s never been any problem, yeah? 

But sometimes the way Jason catches Roy staring at him. Makes him wonder. 

If he wants to stare back.

Just every once in a while. 

“Like what?” They really shouldn’t have bought the entire foodcart’s stock so the Old Man Gerasimos “Jerry” Angelos could head home early. This is way too much food, even with Roy’s bottomless stomach. 

“Maybe you should ask her sometime.” 

“Nah, I’m good.” Jason licks his fingers. “It’s easier to not talk about it at all.”

Roy laughs. “Ah, just like how you don’t talk about stuff with anyone else?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jason gives him a playful look, but the look on Roy’s face stops him short. 

Roy doesn’t answer. He reaches over instead, wiping the mustard that got caught on the side of his mouth. His fingers are so unbelievably warm, like he’s made of fire and not skin. And Jason aches when he pulls away abruptly. 

“I uh, I just remembered that my laundry’s sitting in the washer. Probably stinks already.” Roy rushes off, not even bothering to wipe his fingers on a napkin. 

“It always stinks, Harper!” Jason roars after him, but his friend has already shut the door. 

Roy dies two days later.

------

“Would you be angry if I--we brought Roy back?” They’re on a rooftop, They’ve been waiting here for hours for Valentino’s men to show, and still nothing. Not all the Tuesday tacos in the world can make the night any less stale. Rose is on her fifth one when she gets philosophical.

Jason snorts. “You say that like it’s possible.”

Rose doesn’t say anything, and that’s what scares him.

“It’s not,” he says, louder.

“Why not?” She wipes quac from the corner of her mouth, staring at the rooftop across the street as if Roy’s gonna pop out of the skylight any second. “We brought you back.”

She can’t be serious. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“You don’t know what it’s like, Rose.”

Rose deadpans at him, her lips tight and firm. “I don’t?”

Jason thinks back to the first time he found her. Her right arm bent backward, her left cradling a wound that had bled out next to her. How her eyes stared out at nothing. Someone had pressed the mute button on the universe, except for the thud of his own heart. He should call someone. Bruce, 911, anyone, but his hands won’t move.  “Right, sorry.” 

It’s a terrible idea, they both know that, but the thought keeps eating away at him. Every time Jason lets his mind wander, it wanders to Roy--his crooked smile, his careless lean--the clumsiness that shouldn’t belong to a world-class archer, but it does. The headquarters seems so empty without Roy in it--so cavernous yet so claustrophobic like it’s going to eat Jason alive. 

-----

Three days later Rose is roundhouse kicking a punching bag when Jason finds her. “We can’t use the Lazarus Pit.”

 Rose stumbles, missing the bag completely and tumbling to the floor. “The fuck, Jason!” For someone who sees the future, Rose certainly didn’t hear this coming. 

Jason helps her up. “We can’t use the Lazarus Pit. I don’t want Roy going through what I did.” He meets her eyes. “What we did.” 

Rose nods, still breathless and annoyed in a way that makes him want to smother her with kisses. “You got another idea?” Jason swallows, squeezing the hand he’s still holding. “Jason?”

“You wouldn’t happen to know your HLA markers, would you?”

“My what?”

----

 Rose hates going to the doctor. It’s rarely a problem--her regeneration usually prevents her from getting sick, and her injuries hardly last long enough. But she’s been around enough mad scientists that she practically glares holes into the nurse when he brings out the needle. 

“Don’t kill him and maybe I’ll give you a lollipop afterward.” Jason elbows her other arm.

“A lollipop is not what I want to be sucking right now,” Rose fires back, looking at him instead of the needle. She relaxes slightly, and Jason kisses her, brushing her hair behind her ear.

The nurse coughs. “Alright. Easy in--and done.”

Rose swallows, taking in a deep breath. “Finally.” She closes her eyes, then stands up, rushing for the door.

Jason pauses in the doorframe, looking back at the nurse. “Uh, keep us posted.”

“We’ll call.”

----

It’s a stupid idea. The morgue doesn’t even understand why Jason Todd, adopted son of Billionaire Bruce Wayne wants to keep Roy Harper’s body in their freezer, especially when Oliver Queen seems to want it cremated as soon as possible. Bribing the owner doesn’t even work--not with Queen’s fortune also in play. So, Rose concocts some dumbass story about Harper’s biological family coming in from out of town. It’s so crazy that both Queen and the mortician fall for it. 

Both Jason and Rose hold their breath when his phone rings. And Rose, and her fucking precognition, hugs him tight and fucking squeals before the nurse even says it “It’s a match.”

---

“Nervous?” Jason sits next to her, squeezing her hand as the scientist hooks the catheter tube to a vein in Roy’s chest. Jason has a hard time looking at his body, so he focuses on Rose instead. 

“Fucking terrified.” Rose laughs humorously. 

“Trust me, if they try anything I’ll shoot them myself.”

“You know I can hear you, right?”

-----

Rose isn’t sure what’s more surprising, the gleam in Roy’s eyes like he just woke up from a nap, or the desperate kiss Jason gives him when he takes his first breath. Or maybe it’s not surprising at all. She should have known from the way Roy always seemed to be in Jason’s thoughts--he always had a convincing lie, and maybe Rose wanted to believe him. Maybe she should feel angry--betrayed, even, but all she feels is relief.

Finally, Jason remembers they’re not alone, and he breaks off from sucking Roy’s face, his face as red as Roy’s hair. 

Roy, on other hand, is not surprised at all. “Missed me that much, huh?”

[hufflepuffhollander]

IDK if you want to do some more smut, but if so, I love anything with frat Tom. Could you do one with him at the gym, lifting weights in a tank top and he's all sweaty, and when he wipes his forehead with his shirt, his abs show. Y/N is there, too, and she can't stand him, but she also can't stop looking. Finally, he approaches and flirts with her, until he wins her over, and then he takes her for a BJ and he's super dominant and dirty talking and boasting a lot!

it’s smutty sunday, my dudes

requests are still open!

this was a vv juicy idea & i probably did not do it justice 😂

 smut below the cut! 18+ only please :)

The smell of sweat, metal and rubber filled your nose as you walked into the weight room at your university’s gym. Unfortunately, you had ended up at the gym on the west side of campus, which you tried to avoid like the plague; it was situated right next to frat row, and the weight room was basically just a platform for the biggest muscleheads to upstage one another in the mirror, showing off how much they could deadlift. But after a long day of studying, you needed the outlet, and you decided to say screw it, re-situate your ponytail on your head, and head in.

Immediately, you could feel several pairs of eyes following your every step, like you were a gazelle that had just unwittingly pranced into lion territory. You turned up the music in your headphones to distract you from the objectifying stares and found your place on the mat while a couple of bros tried to catch your attention where you had sat down. Right as you were finishing your first circuit, finally feeling in the zone again, you looked up to see one of your least favorite faces grinning at you over a barbell across the floor.

You and Tom Holland had a class together last year- you’d been assigned to the same group project, and loathed him ever since he completely tanked your grade by not showing up on the day of the big class presentation because he was too hungover. Since then, you tried to keep your distance as much as possible. He was the Delta president, after all—notorious for his good looks, insane body, and one night stands that were never again spoken of the morning after. You hated how good he looked doing bench presses, flexing every goddamn muscle exposed to the cold air in that muscle tee that left little to the imagination...

Damn it, focus. 

You started another round of sit-ups but couldn’t keep count when every time you sat up he was either looking at you or stretching out his arms, almost purposefully dragging out his movements so he appeared in slow motion. When you sat upright to drink some water, you glared at him, trying to pass it off as annoyance when really you just couldn’t peel your eyes away. He was like a glistening god.

Shit, did I think that out loud?

The last straw broke when he lifted his shirt up to his face to wipe away the beads of sweat that had formed, and his entire six pack was revealed, basically rendering you breathless. When he caught you staring, you abruptly stood up to stretch, hoping he hadn’t noticed you were checking him out.

After opening your eyes from a long toe touch, you came face to face with Tom who had sauntered over while you were mid-stretch. You only realized a moment later you had basically been bending over right in his face.

“Oh, my god! You scared me! Tom, what are you-”

“Sorry, sorry- I just wanted to get a better view.” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m really just trying to finish up my workout, so if you don’t mind...” you responded, focused on the few curls that were stuck to his forehead with sweat making him look somehow adorable and ridiculously hot at the same time. 

“Nope, don’t mind at all, babe. Go right ahead.” He remained standing where he was, leaning on a machine all nonchalant, like you wouldn’t mind stretching out in skin tight clothes for an audience.

“Tom, I’m serious.”

He gave you a once over as you put a hand on your cocked hip, waiting for him to leave. He bit his lip ever so slightly and took an exaggerated exhale, his tongue visibly lolling in his mouth.

“Isn’t there a party somewhere just absolutely miserable without you?”

“Yeah, well, parties are fun, but I’m thinking I could have a lot more fun here.”

You raised an eyebrow at him as he reached his hand out to flick away a bead of sweat rolling down your cheek.

“And seeing as you’re already sweaty, well-”

“Tom, what the hell are you on about?”

He took a long sip from his water bottle, clearly grinning from behind it at making you wait for his reply when you were already visibly irritated. You should’ve walked away by now, but seeing him all shiny and tattered from likely hours at the gym was almost intoxicating- he had a grip on you and you couldn’t make yourself hate it.

“Wanna finish your workout with me?” He held out his hand, and without thinking, you just...took it. He lead you out of the weight room and into the locker room that you weren’t supposed to be in, finding an empty shower stall and closing the lock to the door once you were in it. 

“What are we doing in here?”

Instead of responding, he pushed you up against the shower wall and kissed you hard, beads of sweat mixing with your spit in some delicious way. Once he finally pulled back, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip and sported a devilish grin on his face.

“I’m feeling pretty tense after that workout, wanna help me relax?”

Maybe it was all the steam in the air, or just the way his tank was clinging to his abs, but you wanted to do literally anything with Tom that he’d let you. His mouth met yours again, and you went to take off his shirt so you could see that glorious body up close, Tom following suit with yours so you were left in your sports bra. You just nodded against his head as he explored your mouth with his tongue, and with one final kiss, slowly sank your way down to your knees.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed, tightening your ponytail as you slid his gym shorts down to the floor.

He wasted no time pushing himself into your mouth, immediately letting out a low groan at the friction. You worked him with your tongue, bobbing your head with him as he pushed it up and down- and the control he was starting to take over you made you feel blissfully lightheaded. Drawing out the time between sucking and slowly circling your tongue around him, he’d had enough of the teasing and pushed your head so you were fully choking on his dick. He hummed in pleasure at hearing your rhythmic gags, and you had started to tear up by the time his face was changing, he was getting louder, and started mumbling to you as you sucked him off.

“Fuck, that’s so good...”

You looked up at him doe eyed as he watched you with your mouth wrapped around him and he breathed out hard.

“You gonna let me cum, babe? You want me to fill up your mouth?”

You hummed and nodded, and that sent him spiraling.

“Only if you swallow it like a good girl,” he was barely getting his syllables out. You kept your pace and moaned again in agreement, and with one long expletive he let himself go.

He looked down at you, taking shaggy breaths, and caressed your chin and cheek with his fingers as you swallowed, giving him a sweet smile that he reflected back. You stood up to be at eye level with him again, and he pulled you in for a deep, long kiss, holding your neck with one hand and gently cupping your cheek with the other.

“That better?” you asked.

“Yeah, much,” he laughed. “Do you come ‘round here often?”

“I like to keep in shape.” you said, running a hand down his abs. He smirked at you and pulled out your scrunchie so your hair fell to frame your face, the front pieces sticking to your sweaty cheeks. 

“Just gorgeous,” he muttered, and you started to blush wildly. “Maybe we can sweat together again sometime soon.” 

[kyber-kisses]

What About Y/N?

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: spoilers for season 14, blushy Dean, idk my dudes

Summary: When John is yanked into the future he sees that his oldest Son still hasn’t made a move on y/n.

A/n: this has been swimming around in my head for awhile so I’m finally writing it. I hope you guys like it! If you wanted to be added to the forever taglist, just hit me up.

When you returned to the bunker after a rare solo hunt, you had no idea what insanity you were about to walk in on. The only thing you were looking forward to was a much needed hot shower, a decent meal, and maybe enough time to get through an episode of Game of Thrones with Dean. But that was a long shot even.

Parking your car in the garage, you took your time gathering your things and walking down the hallway towards your room. Throwing your duffel onto your bed, you stripped the dirt and blood stained clothes from your body. Dean and Sam could wait. The hot shower was your top priority right now.

You knew you had made the right choice, ten minutes later stepping out of the shower and feeling like an entirely new person. And fresh clothes only made it that much better. Wrapping a towel around your hair, you ventured out of your room towards the library. It was good to be back. It was good to be home.

“Sam! Dean! I’m back from that Wraith hunt in Washington!” You announced, ascending the stairs into the library, busying yourself by rubbing the towel through your hair in an attempt to dry it quicker.

The brothers had been so per-occupied by the event unraveling in front of them that they failed to remember you would be returning tonight. Your voice sending them turning in unison to face you, revealing the figure partly hidden behind them.

And then things got weird.

You were stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of one John Winchester, standing very much alive between his two sons. Meanwhile your towel was still pressed against your hair.

“What- the- hell is happening?” You stated slowly, eyes darting between the brothers. Dean shot you a smile, beaming at the sight of you.

“Hey y/n! Our Dads back!” Dean grinned, bringing up the obvious. You dropped the towel, eyes still wide as you nodded slowly.

“Yeah.” You breathed out, “ I can see that.” You put your hand up in a half wave at their father, still trying to steady your breathing. “ Hey, John. How’s it going?” You tried, still looking very confused.

You were one of the very few that had been in the Winchesters lives long enough to have known John, hell, you met them when you were in your pre-teens. The point was, John knew who you were and you knew who he was.

John let out a light laugh, an amused look on his face. “ I’m doing alright y/n. Thanks for asking. Apparently it’s been awhile.”

You locked eyes with Dean again, silently asking for a explanation. “Yeah, you could say that.” Dean could see that you were dying for an answer so he quickly stepped forward.

“Y/n, I was just gonna go out to grab stuff for dinner, you wanna tag along?” He asked, grabbing his jacket off the nearest table along with the set of keys for Baby.

“Uh yeah- sure.” Your words coming out slow as you had trouble taking your eyes away from their father. This was too weird.

As Dean stepped down the stairs, you quickly forced your body into motion, following him down the hallway. Once you knew you were out of earshot you turned to your best friend.

“Okay, mind telling me what I just walked in on?” You asked, looking over at Dean who, if you were being honest, who looked happier than you had seen him in a very long time. A huge smile on his face as he looked over at you.

“I’ll explain on the way. Long story short, Sam and I found a pearl that can give you what you want most in the world- or something. One minute there was nothing and then all of a sudden, BOOM. Dads standing there with a shot gun pointed at the two of us.”

“Well that definitely sounds like your dad.” You nodded, sliding into the passenger seat of the Impala.

Over the next hour Dean filled your in on the entirety of the story. From the odd wishing pearl to the fact that it wasn’t a permanent thing. While John was here, time would continue to warp and change. They would have to reverse the wish after dinner. You could see the sadness in Deans eyes as he told you, and you wanted nothing more than to be able to fix it for him.

When you returned to the bunker, you helped Dean unload everything from the car, pausing mid way to the kitchen. Dean stopped when he saw you frozen in the hallway, adjusting the groceries in his arm as he walked back over to you. “ you alright?”

You let out a sigh, giving the green eyed hunter as small, faint smile. “ Dean, I shouldn’t be here.”

Dean let out a huff, giving you a confused look. “what the hell are you talking about?”

“This is a family thing Dean. You always talked about wanting this. I’m not going to intrude. I’ll just go back into town for the night.” You shrugged. Moving past him, you stepped into the kitchen, setting the groceries on the table.

“Okay, first of all-“ Dean corrected you, moving to set his own bags down next to yours. “ You are family and second, I want you here. You’re my best friend.” He turned to look over at you, a smile lighting up his face.

Oof. There it was again. That one little title that had you so conflicted. Of course Dean was your best friend as well, but you also wanted something more than that. And you were sure Dean didn’t feel that way about you. “Are you sure? What if they don’t want me here?” You questioned.

Dean gave you another annoyed look before turning to unpack the groceries. “ are you kidding me? My mom loved you from the moment I introduced her to you and my dad? Even though he would never admit it, he thought of you as his other kid.” He chuckled. “So in conclusion. Your staying and that’s final. Got it?”

“Alright fine.” You exhaled, smiling over at the older Winchester. It was good to see him happy.

*. *. *. *.

And that’s how you found yourself seated down at one of the library tables, wine glass in hand as you watched Sam and Dean retell an old story about how the three of you had to go digging through a pond when Dean lost the keys to the impala during a wraith hunt a few months back.

You smiled into your wine glass as Dean rolled his eyes. Another memory came to your mind, making you slap Dean in the shoulder. “You gotta tell em the story about the fairy!”

Dean whipped his head around to glare at you, wide eyed. “ I’m not telling the fairy story y/n.”

“I’m sorry- fairy story?” John questioned, leaning forward with a raised eyebrow and a light smirk.

“Oh yeah. It’s one of Deans greatest victories.” You nodded, a grin appearing on your face as you took another sip of wine. “ He fought a fairy.” You swiveled your head, sending Dean your growing grin.

“I haven't heard this one either. Now I’m interested.” Mary laughed, leaning forward in her chair and resting her chin on her palm as she looked to her eldest son.

Without much choice, Dean groaned, diving into the story about how he was abducted by aliens and then forced to fight a fairy. The whole time you were trying to keep a straight face, but with everyone else laughing it was terribly difficult.

“It was a little glowing, hot naked lady.” Dean sighed, looking down at his hands which were folded in his lap.

“And then what happened Dean?” You smiled, trying even harder now to hold in your laughs.

“And- and she hit me.” He mumbled in defeat, sending you back into a full fit of laughter along with everyone else at the table. You were laughing so hard tears were streaming down your face as you grabbed your stomach. The rest of the Winchesters not far behind you.

“Oh god, I’m gonna pass out.” You heaved,looking back over at Dean who was shaking his head, only this time he had a small smile on his face.

“Okay get your laughs out.” He sighed.

“Oh, we are.” You laughed again, wiping away the tears on your face. You looked over at Dean, eyes locking almost immediately. You gave him another smile, silently apologizing for teasing him. The smile was returned, which made your heartbeat quicken.

You didn’t see it, neither did Dean, but for a good portion of dinner John was watching the two of you, smirking at the playful and childlike banter between you. Sam and Mary had noticed it too, but they were used to it. You and Dean dancing around each other , both afraid to make the first move.

It reminded John of him and Mary way back when. When times were simpler. Just two young idiots very much in love.

As dinner finished up, you helped clear off the table, you and Dean maneuvering around each other in perfect sync. It was interesting to watch to say the least.

As Dean left with the last of the dishes, heading towards the kitchen, your eyes settled on John, who was leaning against one of the pillars in the library.

You ventured over, tucking your hands into the pocket of your sweatshirt. “ Is it weird? Seeing how much they have changed?” You questioned.

John turned to you, letting out a breath. “ it’s definitely weird, but I can still see somethings haven’t changed.”

You tilted your head, wondering what on earth he was referring to. Shaking it off you sighed, “ you should be proud of them. They have helped a lot of people and they’re easily the greatest men I have ever had the joy of knowing.”

“I am proud of them. Hell, I got no words to express how proud I am of those two. I mean, Dean is still stubborn as hell-“

You let out a laugh, turning your head towards the kitchen.” Yeah, and I don’t think that’s going away any time soon.” You agreed, also realizing there was still work to be done. “I should probably go help in the kitchen.” You ended, giving John a nod before walking away.

You passed Dean in the hallway, who sent you another smile and gave your shoulder a squeeze as he entered the library.

Once John knew you were out of earshot, he turned to Dean, raising an eyebrow. “ I can see you still haven’t told y/n how you feel?” He smirked.

“Is it really that obvious?” Dean sighed, dragging a hand down his face as he fell into one of the chairs. John sitting down across from him.

“Yeah, Son. It’s still insanely obvious.” John laughed, picking up his glass of whiskey. “ I just feel bad for Sam, having to go all these years watching you two dance around each other like a couple of kids.”

Dean let out a defeated laugh. “How do I know if she even feels that way about me?”

John rolled his eyes, leaning forward. “ You two really are blind arn’t you? Just tell the girl. You’ll be fine Dean.”

“How do you know that? Y/n is a loose canon, you never know what you are gonna get with her!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air before letting them run down his face again.

“Just trust me on this.” John sighed, still mildly amused by how his eldest was reacting.

Dean was quick to lean forward, pointing his finger at his father. “Alright, but if this goes wrong, I’m blaming you.”

*. *. *. *. *.

This was not how you expected your night to go when you initially got home. You thought it would just be another night of microwaving takeout and watching some dumb show with Dean. And then you got the exact opposite. A full home cooked meal, a night of laughter, and a very happy Dean Winchester. Your heart was fucking full.

But slowly as the night came to a close, you could see Dean starting to sink, the inevitable goodbye he would have to give to his father drawing ever closer.

You eventually found yourself perched on one of the tables, the jade eyed hunter by your side. Mary and John were having one final discussion together, and Sam was leaning against one of the pillars in the library, clearly lost in his thoughts.

Turning your head, you looked over at Dean, a small sympathetic smile tugging on your lips. He looked so sad, and it broke your heart. Carefully you reached over, intertwining your fingers with his and leaning against his shoulder.

“It’s gonna be okay Dean.” You sighed, feeling his hand squeeze yours. You were keeping him grounded through this whole thing. Keeping him sane. He was grateful to have you in his life.

“I know- I just- I’m tired of saying goodbye to people.” He mumbled, going to rest his head against yours.

“Well I’m not going anywhere- you’re stuck with me till the end Winchester.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He agreed with a light chuckle, eyes falling towards your intertwined hands.

It was unusual, he didn’t think anything of it at first, but now? He was only just realizing that you had never held his hand before. Sure there was the I’m grabbing your hand and pulling you with me while we run from this monster sort of hand holding, but this was different. This was gentle and loving.

You watched as his eyes stayed locked in your hands, slightly amused by how intrigued he looked by it. You smiled, taking your free hand and placing it on his face, before pressing a sweet and firm kiss to his cheek. The action surprising the both of you slightly.

And then something happened, that you never expected to see in a million years. A warm red bloomed across his face, his eyes quickly looking away. He was blushing. Dean Winchester, your best friend since childhood was blushing, turning into a rosy faced mess.

And it was fucking adorable.

The two of you out so caught up in the moment that you failed to notice the grinning Winchesters in the doorway.

*. *. *. *. *.

“You keep these boys out of trouble for me, you got that?” John grinned, pulling you in for one last hug.

You let out a light laugh, stepping back. “I don’t think the strongest power on earth could do that. But I’ll try.”

Moving back, you watched as one by one said their final goodbyes. The pearl that caused this all to happen, sitting ominously on the table next to you. Dean stepped forward, his father pulling him into a bone crushing embrace.

“She adores you, you know.” John stated slowly, low enough that you couldn’t hear it. “I can see it in the way she looks at you. So can Mary.”

The beginnings of what could only be a smile tugged on the corners of Deans lips as he slightly nodded. Yet at the same time he looked pained. Too much was going and he didn’t want to lose his Dad again.

“If you love her, tell her. Even if your scared it’s not the right thing. Even if your scared it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud. You got that, Dean?” John continued, grabbing Deans shoulder and pulling into another crushing hug.

All Dean could do was nod. His dad was right. You never knew how this life would play out- when your time was up. Life was too short to wait in fear.

“Now let’s get this show on the road.” John chuckled, pulling back with glossy eyes that matched everyone else’s.

You watched with a sad smile as the Winchester family collapsed into one last group hug. They all looked so terribly sad, but happy at the same tile that they got this at all.

“Get in here y/n. You’re our damn family too.” Before you could register it, you were being pulled into a massive Winchester sandwich, nestled snugly under Deans arm.

This was nice. To have a family. To have people who loved you. To have a home.

It took the strength of all of you combined to pull away from each other, Dean stepping back to the place where the pearl lay. Mary remained next to her husband, their hands wound tightly together.

You could see Deans own hand shaking as he picked up the bowl to smash the pearl. He was breaking. Doing what you could, you reached out taking his empty hand in yours once again. He looked down in surprise, before going up to meet your eyes in understanding.

“It’s Okay. I got you.” You assured him. He slowly nodded, showing you he understood.

You looked back towards John, who sent you and Dean both a wide smile. Who knew your lives could so quickly change in matter of hours.

And then Dean brought the bottom of the bowl down hard on the pearl, shattering it in one go.

You felt Dean slightly jump in pain besides you, his hand gripping yours tighter as he ignored the tears freely rolling down his face, eyes frozen on the spot where John had been standing just seconds prior.

You could tell he was heartbroken. Shifting the bowl from his grasp, you wound your arms around him, pulling him into you. “It’s alright. I got you. I got you.” You repeated, running your hand up and down his back in an attempt to help calm him. Though delayed, he moved to wrap his arms around you, chin coming to rest on your shoulder as he sank.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, attempt to regain his breathing.

Everything was going to be alright. He was gonna make sure of that.

(A/N: Tell me what you guys thought! this things been sitting in my drafts for ages and I finally finished it. If it gets enough notes ill write a second part.)

[skzandateezwrecked]

THANK U (part 3)

Genre: angst, fluff

Group: Ateez

Member: Jung Wooyoung

Summary: Badboy!Wooyoung asks you to be his fake girlfriend to make himself seem less available to others. Would you accept it?

Word Count: 1.6k words

(a/n) part 3 is finally here! i am so sorry for the long wait. i’ll do my best to be more consistent with my writing and posting from now on. thank you all for the support! i’m so sorry if this part seems kinda rushed; i wanted to get it done asap but i promise the next part will be worth it! enjoy!

tags: (idk how to do this, i’m still fairly new hehe) @pou-noikiazeis-to-oneiro 

part 1, part 2

Not going to lie, you were nervous. It’s 2:00 PM and you were supposed to meet this person at 3:00 PM and you had just finished taking a shower. Why are you so worried about what he thinks of you? Why are you picking out a cute romper to wear from your closet? Why are you putting on makeup? To top it all off, why are you so nervous? You have not seen this dude in over a year, surely your feelings for him should have diminished by now... right?

It’s now 2:30 and you had just left your house to walk to the park. It only takes 15 minutes to get there but you decided to arrive a bit early just so you can mentally prepare yourself. You don’t know why you’re being like this. It’s not like you guys ended your friendship on a really bad note. It was just a mere argument that led the two of you to ignore each other and eventually drift apart. You don’t even remember what it was about.  

When you arrived at the park, you looked for the big oak tree which had leaves that formed a heart shape through its shadow. That was the spot. The spot that held so many good memories, laughs, and late night conversations. You smiled to yourself at the bittersweet memory.

As you were approaching the tree, you saw that someone was already sitting down and leaning against the base of its bark. The closer you walked to the tree, the more you can make out that person’s face. He was here early as well.

He was wearing a navy blue sweater and black pants with a beret to match. His camera strap is wrapped around his neck as he is looking down on his phone.

Damn, I’m really going to talk to him again, huh? You thought.

“Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin looked up from his phone and locked his eyes with yours. 

“Y-Y/n... Hi, how’ve you been?”

You smiled and sat next to him. You and Hyunjin met at a work party hosted by your parents back in elementary school, but didn’t start talking to each other until the both of you entered middle school. Hyunjin’s father is the president of JYP Enterprises and is good friends with your parents.

“I’ve been good, how about you? I see you brought your little Hyuncam with you,” You chuckled. “Hyuncam” is the name you gave Hyunjin’s camera back in middle school. “Hahaha, yeah. You know I can’t leave the house without it,” He replied. 

“So um, what is the exact reason that you wanted to meet with me? I know that it’s not just to talk about the uh, deal. You could have approached me in school about that,” You said.

“Do you really want to know?” Hyunjin asked and you nodded.

“I just wanted to see you. I miss you, like a whole lot. I miss the times we have spent together and I’m not sure if you feel the same way about me, but life has been kinda boring since you and I stopped hanging out. I guess, when I found out about the agreement you have with Wooyoung, I thought that it would be a good excuse for me to talk to you again,” Hyunjin replied. 

“I miss you too...” You whispered, just barely enough for him to hear. “Wait, how did you find out about that anyway?” You asked.

“Right, about that. When I saw you and Wooyoung holding each other’s hands at the hallway the other day, I knew something was up. You’ve complained about him and Ateez so many times before, it was strange to see you and him together. alsoimighthavebeenkindajealousbuthat’snotthepointrightnow ANYWAY-” 

“Wait, what?”

“Hm? Oh nothing. Anyway I kinda followed you two to the librar- yes I am aware that it’s very Joe Goldberg of me, stop looking at me like that!” Hyunjin rolled his eyes playfully and continued on to his story. “I stood behind the bookshelf that your guys’ table was in front of and I um, heard your conversation,” Hyunjin finished and looked up to meet your eyes. 

“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” You finally said. It was silent for a while before you spoke up again. “Can we talk about how uh, our friendship kinda... ended? Like what happened, dude? You and I were doing so well and having so much fun.”

“How badly do you want to know?” Hyunjin asked. 

“Bad enough to the point where it’s been eating me alive and I can’t even count the amount of times I stayed up at night thinking about what went wrong,” You looked at Hyunjin with sad, pleading eyes. 

“I caught feelings,” Hyunjin admitted. “I don’t know when exactly, but I was afraid about what could happen if you found out and... I don’t know, I thought that if you and I stopped talking for a bit then I would lose those feelings for you,” Hyunjin continued and looked down. “But I never did...”

“Wait, are you saying you liked me? Dude! I liked you too what the hell,” You said. You were completely oblivious to the last sentence he had said. 

“Hold on, we liked each other at the same time?” Hyunjin asked in confusion.

“That’s literally what I just said my dude,” You laughed. You didn’t want to tell him that you are currently unsure about you felt about him, romantically at least.

You two started smiling to yourselves, each thinking about what could have happened if the both of you had acted upon your feelings. 

“What do you say we get out of here and get some boba? For old times sake,” You suggested.

“Let’s do it!”

Two hours later and you and Hyunjin were both on your fourth cup of boba. How your guys’ bladders could handle that much liquid whilst laughing your butts off is still a mystery. You and Hyunjin spent those two hours to the fullest; exploring the city and revisiting favorite spots that brought back fun memories. 

It was getting dark so Hyunjin decided to walk you home. The two of you started to talk the memories you had missed out together.

“Dude! Remember that time last year when the entire freshmen broke into the campus pool? That would have been a BLAST if you and I had gone together,” You said.

“Holy shit dude you’re right! OH! And do you remember whe-”

“Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice interrupt Hyunjin.

“Oh, hey Wooyoung! What are you doing here?” You asked. Wooyoung’s car was parked right in front of your house. It looks like he’s been waiting a while.

“I came to pick you up. There’s a party at Seonghwa’s and I heard that Clarissa’s going, so I need you. You weren’t answering your phone so I figured you were out so I’ve been waiting for you,” Wooyoung said. His glare towards Hyunjin was barely unnoticeable. You finally checked your phone which you didn’t realize you haven’t been using since you arrived at the park a few hours prior and sure enough when you opened it, there were tons of texts and missed phone calls all from Wooyoung.

“I’m so sorry, I haven’t been checking my phone,” You said.

“Yeah, clearly,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. Why in the world was he so pissed? “So, are you coming or not?”

“I’m exhausted Woo, maybe next time?” You suggested.

“We have a deal, Y/n. I’m not sure if you remember it. Also, you can’t go out running around town with other guys. That’s going to make people suspicious,” Wooyoung said. 

“I was with an old friend! And for the record, you don’t own me and you can’t tell me what to do.” You started to argue.

“Alrightttt I think this is my cue to leave,” Hyunjin finally spoke up, breaking the tension that was lingering in the air. 

“No, Hyunjin. Stay. At least for the night. My parents are out of town and you still have some clothes in the guest bedroom. I don’t want to force you, though,” You said. 

“Oh, yeah sure. My parents are out of town as well and I could use the company,” Hyunjin agreed.

Wooyoung looked back and forth between the two of you and scoffed. “Alright, I see how it is. Enjoy fucking each other all night since you guys apparently have the house all to yourselves,” And with that, Wooyoung went back inside his car and drove off.

“What’s up with him?” Hyunjin asked.

“Who knows?” You answered. “Let’s head on inside?”

After eating Chinese take-out for dinner, you and Hyunjin decided to get ready for bed and spend the night watching movies and playing video games.

“So... what do you say we act on Wooyoung’s suggestion?” Hyunjin smirked.

“Wait what.”

“What.”

It was now 11:30 PM and you and Hyunijn were on your 9th round of UNO. You two had planned to binge-watch The End of the Fucking World, but that was now long forgotten and only contributed to background noise. 

As you were about to scream “UNO” since you were down to your last two cards, your phone started ringing. You checked to see who it was and it was Seonghwa.

“Yes, Seonghwa?” You said. It’s quite late, why would Seonghwa be calling you?

“Y/n? It’s Yunho. Seonghwa is in the ambulance right now with Wooyoung. We’re headed to your house right now to pick you up and go to the hospital,” Yunho sounded like he has been crying.

“Wait what? What happened? Are Seonghwa and Wooyoung okay? Why are they in an ambulance?” You asked. You started thinking about all the different kinds of scenarios that could have happened, but nothing could prepare you to what Yunho was about to say.

“Wooyoung got stabbed.”

[moojiji]

PART 2 // Cho Seungyoun aka Woodz

I wake up to stop my alarm from ringing and of course will start my day with my daily routine which is morning jog. Trying my best to leave the bed slowly especially trying to let myself free from Seungyoun’s hug but i fail, of course.

“Where are you going?this early.....?” ask Seungyoun with his morning sleepy voice.

“I’m going for morning jog,dude. I’ll be back in an hour. You need more sleep. Bye” i kiss his lip before tug him back to sleep and he goes back to sleep. Damn easy.

I’m getting ready for my jog after freshen up. Usually I’ll jog at the han river park but today I’ll just jog around my neighbourhood instead. When i reach home after 1 hour, Seungyoun still sleeping and i let him be. I wonder when the last time he had a good sleep.

So i go take shower and after that start to prepare breakfast for both of us. Just simple korean breakfast, rice, beef, seaweed, egg roll and coffee of course. I’m done with all the food and I’m currently brewing the coffee when Seungyoun comes into the kitchen

“Morning!”

“Good morning~ how’s your sleep?”

“Good. I think that’s the best sleep ever since I don’t know when the last time i had good sleep”

“I thought so. Come sit. I already prepare breakfast for you and of course your morning coffee”

“I miss your food” says Seungyoun while clapping his hand like a kid.

“Then go ahead eat” i smile look at him. Sometimes he’s like my younger brother the way he act.

“Oh yeah mom is asking to come have lunch with her today” says Seungyoun while munching his food.

“Where?” I sigh.

“Restaurant...?i think....I haven’t ask her yet”

“I’ll pass if it’s outside” I continue to eat my breakfast even i lost apetite.

“Babe~”

“Youn...you know that we’re not officially dating in public yet..”

Yup. We’re dating in secret. Not really, our friends and family knows it but fans? Nope. Not only because of Seungyoun’s idol life but because of mine too. I’m a producer and also a singer-songwriter, choreographer and model too and i work with a lot of artist especially idols.

How we started dating? We were friends. Basically we knew each other since high school when he moved back from oversea. We were classmate but I don’t really talk to him because i left the school after 1 week he transferred but I’m close with Jamie and Yugyeom. So that’s how i knew more about Seungyoun after Jamie and Yugyeom introduced him to me.

We started hang out as friend and all and continue to become close friend because of we’re working in the same industry until early of this year he started to confessed to me that he sees me more than as a close friend. Even when we started to befriend with each other, people around us keep saying that we look together and how we treat each other like partner because both of us kinda clingy kind of type.

We all know the pros and cons if we start to date each other but still dumb me accepted his confession without thinking properly. It’s not like i regret it, it just I’m worried about him. Seungyoun he had been through a lot and I don’t want him to go through the same situation again. More worse if it’s because of our relationship.

“Can you just once think about us?” says Seungyoun.

“What do you mean....you thought all this time i never think about us?! dude...” I put down my utensils on the table.

“No no i mean that, when it comes situation like this, we go out with each other in the public. Don’t care about your surrounding, just think of us...”

“Ah you think it’s easy when you have a group of fans following you around...Seungyoun please. I bet they even know you are here too” i stand up from my sit.

“Wait y/n” Seungyoun grab my hand to stop me.

I look at him with tears nearly falling from my eyes, he’s shock to see me crying. He wipes my tears with his thumbs and pull me into hug.

“I’m sorry. I know....I shouldn’t brought this topic up...I’m sorry okay. I’ll talk to mom about this”

“I love you, youn. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to ruin our friendship. This is why i.....can’t do this....” I look up to his eyes.

“Wait wait hold on. Don’t continue your words. Nope. We’re not gonna break up. No. Please babe” Seungyoun hugging me tightly, don’t want to let me go.

“What’s going on here......you both okay,dear?” suddenly we heard Seungyoun’s mom voice behind us.

“Mom....how....what are you doing here?” Seungyoun turn around to his mom but his arms still not leaving me.

I just bow down to his mom, still crying.

“Oh my god my dear y/n what happen? Why are you crying? You too Seungyoun-ah what happen?” His mom coming closer to us and cupped our faces with her hands.

“Nothing....” I quickly answers but

“We had an.....argument about our relationship,mom” says Seungyoun. I look at him and scold him with my eyes.

“Again? What’s the reason this time?” asks Mom.

“Idk....still the same reason...i guess” Seungyoun awkwardly rub his neck.

“Is it because of the lunch date? Haihh look y/n. I don’t want you to be paranoid of people. If I don’t approve your relationship with Seungyoun, I won’t ask you to go out to eat lunch with me but here i am. I’m proudly to let people know, who stole my son’s heart. I know you’re worried about his and your career and also the fans but you both are human being and you guys deserve to be in-love. As a fans, they should accept the fact their idol have hearts to and can fall in love too. I trust Seungyoun with all my heart when he told me that he wanted to ask you out. This boy knows what he’s doing in his life. You don’t have to be worry about it, okay dear?” Auntie holding my two hands, comforting me. Dumb me still crying and just nodding my head without say anything and hugs her.

“There there, i know you guys will argue about this. That’s why i came here with the help of your manager” says Auntie.

“It’s okay, Auntie. Thank you”

“It’s nothing darling. Anything for my son, for you too. Okayy I’ll get going first and I’ll meet you guys later, okay?”

“Yes mom. Thank you” Seungyoun kiss and hugs his mom while mutter love you to her.

“See you guys later. Don’t be late”

After auntie left, i straight away go to Seungyoun and hug him from behind. He pats my hands on his waist, turn his head to look at me behind me and he chuckle a bit

“We’re so dramatic. Am i right?” Seungyoun laughs.

“We are. I agree” letting him go while Seungyoun still holding my hands, turning himself around to face me. Look at me straight into my eyes and slowly lean in to kiss me on the lips.

“Promise me one thing. Whatever happens, we will be there for each other,promise?”

“Promise” i do the pinky promise with him and he return a peck on the lips and smile.

[ayatosmlktea]

Can you please do a college au where levi overhears reader singing one time and immediately falls for her and somehow they end up in a group project together and that leads to... idk stuff. You take it from there

A/N: Song used is Who - Lauv ft BTS

𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖 ❤️

The first time Levi had heard someone singing had been in passing. He had been running late to one of his more important classes and hadn’t bothered to pay attention to the melodic voice coming from a room he was running past. The nameless voice had gotten stuck in his head much to his frustration. It sounded so familiar and yet any time he tried to put a face to it it just didn’t match. The voice had stayed with him and Levi found himself constantly walking past their room hoping to catch a glimpse of the person behind the voice. It had been a few days and he was ready to give up, whoever lived in that room either never left it or functioned at ungodly hours of the night because he could have sworn it was like there was never anything different about the space.

Until one night, almost two weeks later Levi had stayed at the library studying for midterms until they had forcibly kicked him out. His eyes were burning with exhaustion, feet dragging against the carpeted floors of the dorms when he heard it again.

Oh I’m sick of waiting for love

Oh I know you’re that you’re not the one

Levi stopped dead in his tracks. His tired eyes widening as that familiar voice drifted into his ears, it was softer than it had been the first time but still so sweet and hypnotizing. The door swinging open suddenly startled him as he was met with Y/N. He was shocked, she was in a couple of his classes and wasn’t much of a socialite. The fact that her voice was so soft and beautiful instantly had his already small crush rapidly blossoming into something bigger.

Y/N shoulders jolted back as she noticed Levi standing outside her door, not saying anything just staring at her with his signature look of indifference.

“Jesus you scared me!” She laughed nervously feeling her cheeks begin to grow hot under his unwavering stare.

“That was you singing?” His blunt question makes her blush harder, she hadn’t thought anyone would have been awake to hear her.

“Uh yeah, sorry if it bothered you” rubbing her hand across the back of her neck uncomfortably she shifted her weight between her feet wishing that she had showered earlier to spare her this awkward interaction.

She was no stranger to Levi and had developed a massive crush on him since their first year of college. The fact that he was now staring her down after hearing her singing a stupid love song that had been prompted by her unending lonliness was making her wish she was anywhere else.

“Oh, you don’t suck” was all he mumbled before walking away leaving her dumbfounded and wondering how to feel about his comment.

‘You don’t suck??? Really, that’s the best you could come up with? Oh God she probably thinks we’re so lame’ Levi was mentally pulling his hair out. The one chance he’d had to say something flirty to the girl he liked had gone terribly wrong. He could only pray that she would forget about it before their class the next morning and spare him the embarrassment of being a total clueless idiot when it came to flirting. Groaning as he replayed their encounter in his head he pulled the blankets up this face hoping that he’d be swallowed by his mattress during the night.

The next morning came as usual, much to his dismay. His stomach was churning with anxiety at the thought of having to face her in class.

‘Just act cool, you can do this. She’s only the girl you’ve been crushing on for like two years, no big deal. God look at you, get your shit together dude.’ Levi’s internal monologue was doing little to help calm the storm of nerves that was swimming in his gut. All he could do was wait and see how she reacted, maybe she was going to pretend like nothing happened. It would be better than her acting like he’d been a total creep, but he secretly wanted an opportunity to get to know her better. Now that he had a face to place with the voice he couldn’t get her out of his head, her voice matched her personality to a tee. Sweet, soft spoken and utterly beautiful.

‘You’re getting way too fucking soft’

“As you all probably know, you have a group assignment coming up in the next couple of weeks. Rather than have you make your own teams I’ve already paired you up into groups, you can find your partner’s name on the list I posted on the course website. If you have any questions now’s the time to ask.” Their teacher announced, Levi’s heart was pounding in his chest as he pulled up the list. His name was at the top of the list with Y/N’s next to his. 

His eyes scanned the room for her, their gazes meeting instantly and he gave her a small nod of acknowledgement which she returned with a small smile that sent butterflies straight to his stomach. If this wasn’t a sign that the universe was on his side he didn’t know what else to make of it. It was almost too good to be true but he was going to take full advantage of it despite his lack of romantic experience. Y/N was going to be his before the end of the semester.

♡    ♡    ♡

Y/N and Levi were a match made in heaven, she wasn’t lazy like other people he’d worked with in the past. Their assignment was coming along great and throughout the first week that they’d been working together Y/N had opened up a lot more to him and in turn he’d grown comfortable around her. Her dorm was a lot cozier than his, the fairy lights that were strung around her room were giving off a dangerous romantic vibe and the longer he watched her chew her lip in between her teeth the more he wanted to pull it between his own. 

She started humming lightly, a habit he’d picked up on within the first day of them meeting up to work on the project. It was something she did absentmindedly but what he really wanted to hear was that beautiful voice doing more than just singing. Levi had found that flirting was easier than the first time he’d tried complimenting her, the more time he spent with Y/N the more things he found that he adored about her. The main one being how she’d blush whenever she caught him staring, it made him feel confident knowing that he had such an effect on her.

“So I was thinking maybe we could move this part a bit later on in the paper and expand more…” her words slowly trailed off as her eyes moved away from the screen in front of her to his intense gaze. A familiar blush spread across her cheeks as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“You’re really beautiful, Y/N” Her eyes widened almost comically at his words before looking away.

“I’m sure you say that to every girl you find cute” she mumbled before going back to typing. His hands grab her forearms as he moves his chair closer to hers.

“The only girl I’ve found cute enough to confess my feelings for is sitting in front of me” he whispered against her ear. Levi was putting up a facade of being confident but on the inside he was dying, if this backfired against him he didn’t think he’d be able to face her ever again.

“You like me?” Y/N asked quietly, her eyes reluctantly meeting his.

“Yeah I do, I have for a long time.” Y/N could have sworn her entire face was as red as a tomato from how hot it felt.

“Can I kiss you?” If Levi wasn’t so nervous he would have chuckled at how adorably shocked she looked, but the slightest nod of her head had him impatiently cupping her face in his hands and pulling her towards him. The feeling of her plush lips against his was euphoric, every nerve in his body was on fire at how right it felt. Her fingers grabbed at the material of his shirt as she pushed back against his mouth enthusiastically.

 He tilted his head slightly to better angle their kiss giving him the opportunity to capture her bottom lip between his teeth. The sultry moan she let out as he scraped against her swollen lip sent bolts of heat to his groin. They pulled back when the need for air became too much, their kiss left him feeling light headed and he didn’t have much time to react before she was climbing onto his lap grabbing fistfuls of his hair and kissing him again.

“I wonder what other pretty sounds I can get from you tonight. I want to hear you sing for me” Levi had expected her to blush, or push him away not flash him the sexiest smirk he’d ever seen in his life.

“You wanna hear me sing huh? You’re going to have to work for it then.” Y/N was definitely going to be the death of him.

Masterlist

[eyeslikefoxglove]

Episode 14 - WangXian are a (v soft) Battle Couple & Foxglove is hella mad

Hi! Welcome to episode 14. I should be studying. It’s day two of morning runs, so my soul has left my body already, send help. Yesterday I went to buy plants with my mum and got so excited I just whacked on a bunch of eyeshadow because I haven’t seen the outside in weeks, I’m also wearing makeup today, because I have nowhere to go, but I really need to finish this bb cream before it goes bad, so my parents are getting my full fresh faced “woke up like this and put on mascara” routine (which is a fucking lie because I’m wearing at least three blushes and two highlighters). I’m determined to get this bitch down in under five minutes so I can have another five to do eyeshadow, I have way too much eyeshadow to not wear it (I have way too much everything except maybe mascara and eyebrow stuff).

Yes, if y’all were wondering I am in fact a makeup magpie. ANYWAY BACK TO THE ACTUAL THING WE ALL CAME HERE FOR.

(Btw further down I discuss once again how shitty I think the Yunmeng sibs’ parents are if that causes an issue for you)

Ok ok ok, so I was talking with damnpoe-2187 here about how we found that sometimes WWX crossed from gremlin into asshole when he tried to get LWJ riled up. Like in the Cold Springs, putting our shippers hearts aside, that was a dick move and he should have stopped undressing the second LWJ went from annoyed to incredibly uncomfortable. I find this scene the complete opposite, a show of character development if you will. It is kind of similar in that they’re both hurt, and alone (although this time is much more serious) and there was some undressing going on; however WWX here behaves like a fool in love considerate person and knowing how uncomfortable LWJ already is tries to make it easier for him. They’re also super soft and I’m weak.

A brief interlude from my one track mind: That pond is full of corpses isn’t it? Or at least the remnants of the Murder Turtle’s meals I suppose. Damn right WWX should not have gone into the water with an open wound, but think no one should go swimming in there without a full hazmat suit tbh (I want to pump them full of antibiotics at this point ngl)

So I love this tiny montage (is it even a montage) of the, getting themselves ready to kill the Murder Turtle.

Teamwooooooork.

Listen, I have read a few fics in which their mind-meld stays in place due to reasons and I need me more of those.

Ok, turtles don’t work that way, but then again, giant murder snake-Trex-turtle so that’s low on my list of priorities. What’s not low is the fact that this guy is knee deep into pretty much a mass grave and I want to take a few showers just watching him.

Yeah, I know exactly what he’s smelling and suddenly I hope I don’t have meat for lunch today tbh.

The screaming sword has always been fucking creepy and does LWJ’s fist clench mean that he’s also hearing them?

BATTLE COUPLE! BATTLE COUPLE! BATTLE COUPLE!

So I know killing the thing took them something like six hours. And while it feels quite a long time in the show, I think that, if they cut the scene with idk, JC running towards Lotus Pier, then back to them, then back to JC, but now the sun is in a different position, back to them, but now the blood from LWJ’s hand has dripped down his arm; and so on a so forth it’d convey more clearly how long it took for the Murder Turtle to die. I know fuck all about cinematography tho so feel free to ignore all this if it is in fact an abomination.

Tiiiiiiny interlude here to say that Yiling Patriarch!WWX is probably one of my favourite character archetypes. He’s slightly creepy, slightly amoral (smiling while torturing and murdering bad guys is still amoral ok), more than a bit on the Dark Side, cocky, smirky, a bit of an asshole a BAMF, a rebel with cause and yet he will still do the right thing, not despite his nature, but because of it. He’s kind of like a Chipped Spike? But you know, he doesn’t need electroshock to behave.

I just want a fic where he’s this Dark Lord of Evil in everyone’s eyes however the ‘good guys’ take a break from trying to off him because a bigger threat just popped up and they have no choice but to ask for his help. He agrees, keeps being his charming self while also saving everyone’s asses, LWJ is smitten.

TL;DR: The Necromancer is hot. Oh and nobody dare deny LWJ has a Yiling Patriarch kink.

Oh my, this is the part when I always get teary eyed.

WUJI ON A CELLO? DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?

“Why hasn’t Jiang Cheng shown up and rescued me yet?” THIS IS ALL THE PROOF I NEED THAT WWX IS THE BABY SIBLING.

“Lan Zhan sing me a song”

IT IS HAPPENING, STAY FUCKING CALM EVERYBODY (I’m crying)

That slideshow of their best moments set to WuJi is a masterpiece, and also, it kind of drives home the point of “how tf did we go from flirting during summer camp to this mess”?

(Btw if that’s YiBo humming he’s got one hell of a deep voice)

Ok ok ok, so this moment had me spitting up my tea the first time I watched it. Believe it or not my dumbass thought these people were actually serious with the censorship and we’d get scraps of their actual relationship. Lots of charged moments like in some other western tv shows I’ve seen when two dudes have chemistry but “they’re not gay”, no longing glances, no tender touches, no being unbelievably soft with each other; just you know, amped up, because if I’m not mistaken you can be arrested in China for “promoting the gay”. I mean, they changed the beginning when people insult MXY’s sexuality to insulting his mental health; no one would think “ah yes, the gays are good” when they hear it used as a slur, but they still erased it completely. One of the things I thought they’d fully take away was WangXian, I mean, the into/outro is named Wuji, which, you know, still a mishmash of their names, but not their ship name. It is such a significant part of the story with all the “what’s the song name? Figure it out yourself” that if something were going to give away that they’re married with a kid it would be that. I thought we’d get an artful fade to black BEFORE LWJ would say the name not after. And also, YiBo is enunciating it so clearly that, even with the sound muffled and the blurriness I, who don’t speak Chinese, can make out the two syllables. That’s deliberate, I can say “WangXian” loud and clear without moving my lips too much. At this point in time I must assume someone in charge of looking for censorship violations in the show is a fan and just ignored it.

Censorship person 1: dude, isn’t that a bit too gay, maybe you shouldn’t greenlight it.

Censorship person 2: shut the fuck up, sit here and watch.

*a full rundown of the whole of CQL later*

Censorship person 1: oh my god they’re so in love and they deserve to be happy.

Back to the commentary: I’m sorry but I have a mighty need of a WWX & Peacock friendship ok? This might be me just wanting WWX and LWJ to make other friends besides each other but I think that the Peacock is just bitchy enough to not take any of WWX’s bullshit.

And the Yunmeng bros timing for banter strikes yet again.

That’s terrible quality fake blood btw.

@ Yunmeng disciples: STOP SHOOTING FUCKING KITES PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Oooof even with a change of clothes our boy is still looking rough as hell.

MY LOVELY YUNMENG SIBS BEING SOFT AND HAPPY WITH EACH OTHER.

It hurts my soul that the second JFM starts praising WWX for surviving the Murder Turtle our boy’s knee-jerk reaction is to start praising JC in return. It is instinctive, how many times must this have happened for him to know his brother won’t even get scraps of praise? (Seriously fuck their parents)

It was going so well, I mean, JFM had a point warning him to not say things in anger. But I thought he was going to tell him that it is because sometimes he’ll hurt someone without wanting to, yet, this asshole decided to, once again, remind his kid he thinks he’s a failure.

And here comes Mme Yu who I can only assume had a servant posted at the door to warn her when WWX woke so she could throw some verbal abuse at him. I mean, she must have been missing it.

And JFM’s misogynistic bullshit strikes once again, because why defend ALL your kids when you can insult your wife.

(Every time someone berates WWX for “intervening” I want to scream. I mean, seeing this I can believe why the society as a whole thought genocide was a good idea.)

I love how they use their kids as props in their fight, I mean it’s not like they have feelings or anything. This woman is gaslight-y as hell too “you don’t love your kid because I gave birth to him”, you can’t tell me saying that in front of the son she’s supposed to love isn’t going to hurt him. And she knows it, I mean, besides the Wen attack I’ve never seen her hit the kids (although I very much doubt she hasn’t), so a good part of the abuse must be verbal. There’s no fucking way a person who regularly uses words that way won’t realise where she’s aiming those arrows. Which means to her (to both) the kids are collateral.

But FR, the barely-out-of-adolescence disaster bi necromancer PTSDing all over the place and living in a mass grave was a better parent than any of the current adults in this thing.

Which brings me to another point, Shijie is textbook “the oldest sibling is just another parent” and I’m making myself very angry.

[this is when I start frothing at the mouth and itching to write a modern-girl(and friends)-dropped-in-CQL because someone has to be a positive adult influence in these kids’ lives and it sure as shit ain’t the ones in the actual show.]

CAN WE STOP BRINGING PEOPLE’S DEAD PARENTS INTO THE FIGHT?

*deep breath*

I am going to feed JFM & Mme Yu each other’s spleens. Look, listen, look and listen, let’s first talk about how calmly they lay out the facts of their lives, one is only loved because he’s been brought up in the shadow of his dead parents, the other knows with certainty his father dislikes him and his mother uses him as leverage in marital disputes. When have these two not exploded their emotions all over the place? Fucking never. Yet here they are, talking about this bullshit like some bout of inconvenient weather. They’re used to it!

And now let’s talk about yet again siblings-are-just-extra-parents, with an added pile of WWX’s terrible self awareness that, to the man who brought him up, his worth is due to his dead parents. Again I’m extrapolating, but with the amount of times Mme Yu brings up his parents in such a negative light I refuse to believe JFM hasn’t made all the “you’re so much like your parents” comments to him every time WWX does something right. I mean, telling an orphan about their parents if they ask is a good thing, but WWX seems starved for stories about his them, which leads me to believe JFM refuses to talk about the topic except to make those little comments. What a fucking stellar way to give someone all the trauma if you ask me. May also explain a lot of WWX’s self worth issues if the biggest praise he’s ever heard is that he resembles dead people, yes, people who were loved, but they’re dead, and it doesn’t look like any adult has bothered to go and differentiate WWX from ZSSR&WCZ.

I’m just really mad, despite all the silly anecdotes I put in here my parents are fucking great at parenting, so I know what good parents should look like, and this ain’t it.

Ok, so I made myself angry and I don’t know if I should move onto the next episode now or wait till tomorrow but thanks for reading!

[yourhero404]

Katsuki’s Birthday (4/20/19)

A/N: TECHNICALLY I’M ONLY LIKE, TWO HOURS LATE TO THE PARTY (it’s uh almost 1am as I post this) BUT EVERY DAY IS A GOOD DAY TO LOVE AND APPRECIATE BAKUGO KATSUKI

Idk why I made this shit sad and I also dunno why I can’t hold onto a plot line but I’ve been exhausted and I just couldn’t let myself NOT do anything for his birthday so here, have this anyway

Villain!Reader and ProHero!Bakugo? You betcha. Hell yes. It’s honestly one of my favourite ideas and I really hope I can write more some time ;u;

Why was today so fucking busy?

Bakugo was never one to fuss about a birthday, especially his own, but the amount of work he’s got on his plate today was massive compared to the usual and he was beyond ready to just go home. A villain here, a theft there—aren't there other heroes working? Ridiculous. What made it worse was the fact that no one seemed to remember that his birthday had been today; He was happy because it meant there was no large, over the top party waiting for him, but some part of him actually felt... lonely.

He stood amongst the wreckage of a, luckily, abandoned warehouse, sweeping the building one last time to make sure he and the police arrested everyone involved in the bust. Very faintly, a creak came from broken boards of the exposed second floor above his head, causing his attention to snap to the silhouette leaning against the wall.

“Oh, Explode-a-boy,” the voice drawled from the clearer image of (Y/n), “Lookin’ a little worn out there.”

“Fuck off,” He spat, “Either come down here and get the ass kicking that’s coming to you or get lost. I’m not in the mood to deal with you.”

“Woah,” they took liberty of their sarcastic cat’s meow and hopped down to the space in front of him, “Those pants got your panties in a bunch today?”

“Didn’t I tell you to fuck off?”

His lips turned up to a snarl, a few medium explosions coming from his palm to serve as a warning for the villain in front of him to back off. They gave him a smile and threw their hands up as a sign of surrender before gesturing for him to relax.  

The curve of their lips was unsettling—something about it pissed him off; It wasn’t smug or dark, but... genuine. That’s what pissed him off—how genuine this villain always was amongst their attitude, it was... human. They fought every time they came together, but it never seemed to end in a win or a loss, just a smile from them as they left—it felt like the damn training sessions he’d gone through in school. This villain was an odd one, and they left and even more odd feeling in his chest with each interaction.

“Okay okay, I can see you’re having a rough kinda day,” they offered their apology with a bow that held a large flourish, lightly making their way backwards towards their exit, “I just wanted to tell you about a little surprise I have for you-”

“What surprise?” He cut them off, his entire form dripping with irritation, “If you’re looking for a fight-”

“God, shut up for five seconds, big head.” They curled their lip to a snarl that rivaled his own, “Since you’re beyond rude, I won’t tell you now.”

“Tell me.”

“Not happening!” They turned quickly and made their way far out of his reach, throwing one last smile over their shoulder, “You’ll just have to wait for it!”

“Great,” he murmured to himself, “Just what I needed. More fucking work to do today.”  

The rest of his day was just as hectic, the stress he held in his shoulders over the idea that some large-scale attack by (Y/n) could happen at any moment did nothing to help his mood, either. Not one ‘happy birthday’ text, not one second glance his way—everything was bland and mundane. Is this truly what it was like to be an adult? It was a shitty sort of life to lead, especially since he’d been dreaming of this heroic sort of world since he could remember. The only thing he looked forward to now was the shower that was calling his name, but he couldn’t have that either, it seemed.

All it took was a small crack of his front door to allow the smell of food to hit his face. Food? There shouldn’t be any smell of food; Now on high alert, he threw the door open quickly and held his hand ready for any sort of attack—only to be met with an empty room.  

On the counter in his small kitchen sat a plate—a warm plate, actually, there was an abundance of steam coming off of the spicy curry that sat on it. Someone had to of just left it there moments ago, but who? The small, handwritten note beside it gave him his answer—and for some reason, it didn’t cause him any worry like it should have.

‘Nice place, Explodokill. You really should clean your fridge up, though—you really do live like a single dude. I told you I had a surprise for you, didn’t I? Figured you were too tired to do it yourself, so I made you something.’

He eyed the food sitting on the counter before a small arrow on the bottom of the note caught his eye, and he turned it over to find the continuing message.

‘NO, I didn’t poison the food. Killing you like that would be too easy, I want you to go out in some big, extravagant fight. Basically, it’s safe. Check the fridge when you’re done.’

Too tired to really argue with that logic, Bakugo cautiously took a bite, not really knowing why, but mostly trusting the food. It smelt divine—extra spicy and had some sort of twist to it, one he couldn’t put his finger on but knew he hadn’t had homecooked dinner that good in a while. Ignoring any sort of logic to be wary of their intentions, he checked the fridge as they had suggested and found a small, home-baked cake waiting for him as well. It was lopsided, frosted hastily, and held a coloured message with an equally lopsided smiley face-- ‘Congrats, you’re old’. He couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh—it shook his entire body until tears formed in his eyes; Just who was this person? What sort of evil villain breaks into a hero's home to cook them dinner and bake them a cake? What villain would go out of their way to do something so nice to their enemy? Bakugo always knew they were never a typical villain—maybe that’s why he somehow ended up fond of them, not that he’d admit it to anyone.  

He ate his cake- it tasted good despite its appearance- in a deafening silence, only now truly realizing how lonely he had felt today. Dragging it along, he made the cake made for one last as long as possible to keep him busy, once it was gone, he’d fall further into the realization he was alone. With heavy sighs out of the way, he silently promised himself he’d wash the used dishes later and pushed past his bedroom door to find a small box sitting on his open window sill.  

Knowing who it was from immediately, he unwrapped it- not too rough just in case they had some sort of joke to pull, but not too soft either- to find something shiny inside. On a metal chain sat a thin silver grenade-shaped pendant that resembled the gauntlets he wore with his costume, the iconic ‘X’ from his shirt engraved across it. He couldn’t stop the smallest smile from gracing his lips, only for it to drop in shock as he felt some sort of engraving on the back of it.  

‘#1 Hero- King Explosion Murder’

Bakugo swallowed hard, irritated at how easily something like this had brought tears to his eyes. He was getting emotional over a necklace he received as a gift from a villain—a villain! Yet, they had listened to him each and every time they had spoken during their fights, paid attention to each little detail of their interactions, and took the time to get him something so heartfelt. It was stupid, he knew, to develop feelings for a villain, especially one considered to be your nemesis, but how could he stop himself from falling now that they had done all of this, when no one else had even bothered to remember? Maybe they weren’t a villain by choice but by necessity—they certainly were kind at heart, and it made his own feel as though it were going to jump out of his chest at the thought of them. He had a lot to think about, all of which held (Y/n) as the main topic.

Light footsteps hopped down from his window sill, very cautiously making their way in front of him. They stopped at a careful distance, ensuring an easy getaway should he decide to attack, but he hadn’t even looked up at them. He sat at the edge of his bed, allowing them to walk just a few steps forward to make up the distance, sitting in silence for a few more moments as he clutched his newest prized possession.  

They made a move to say something, but were caught off guard at the grip he held on their wrist—before they could react, he pulled them close and wrapped his arms around their waist tightly, hiding his face against their abdomen. A few moments of realization were all it took before they gave him a gentle reaction, lightly combing his tangled hair with their fingers and laying their other hand on the back of his neck in reassurance. Normally, they would take the opportunity to tug on his nerves, piss him off, make him break—but they only smiled sadly to themselves as they barely caught the sniffling and hiccups that came from the blonde wrapped around them. Falling for a hero was the stupidest thing they could have ever done, but seeing just how soft the explosive man could be in times like this made every interaction they’ve had worth it.

(Y/n) consoled him as well as grieved for their own feelings, knowing just how vastly different their worlds were, and silently accepting they’d be destined for a road of destruction, but for the moment, just this one moment, maybe the two of them could be happy. They felt his arms pull them closer as they spoke softly, making the moment between them as personal as it could be—no hero, no villain, just human.

“Happy Birthday, Katsuki.”

[spooky-skz]

(4/9) Stray Kids as Apple Employees AU

okay, ik what you’re gonna say.

“wtf mari, why apple employees?”

honestly, i don’t have a good reason.

i literally came out of my shower and was like, “pffft, they’d make funny apple employees,” then this AU was born.

i might continue this, i might not. depends on my itty bitty brain when it comes up with content.

i also sort of wanna do a stray kids as baristas at starbucks but idk

anYWAYS let’s do it.

CHAN!

aaaaah our beloved leader is the technical support advisor who basically helps people with troubleshooting.

he’s the dude you contact when your stupid device isn’t doing what you want it to but you’re….calling from home.

he always has his headset on him. (fyi, it’s a headphone thingy with a mic attached to it.)

Like alWAYS

woojin asked him once why he literally wore it like his life depended on it.

probably because it did

his response was simple, “so i can take calls and help customers while making sure jeongin doesn’t burn the store down at the same time.”  （︶︿︶）

woojin didn’t ask any further questions bc he understood all too well.       ( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)

(don’t worry, i’ll explain later.)

chan was super good at his job lmao.

he effortlessly engaged with people, explaining step by step solutions with patience and had an approach tailored to each individual customer.

papa steve jobs would be v proud indeed

he had difficult responsibilities too bro

imagine getting yelled at for a whole day by people you didn’t even know, because they were angry at a device you didn’t even mAKE-

when they say, ‘patience is a virtue,’ they rlly mean:

pATIENCE

IS

A FUCKIN

VIRTUE

ლ(ಠ益ಠ)ლ bc most people would probably grow annoyed after the other person in the phone line keep shouting & blaming.

but not chan. no. no.

he’d be tolerant with the customer, and continue to provide the best customer service possible. ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭

… i mean… unless the person was getting too aggressive for his liking, then he’d just remove the headpiece, scroll through the company website, and wait till the person has cooled down before proceeding to help them with a positive attitude. (꒪ཀ꒪)

Hyunjin

his job title is literally, ‘Genius,’

i kid you not. i looked this shit up.

jeongin thought it was a legit at first

like they all joined the company at different times but jeongin was the last to hop on the apple train.

hyunjin’s name on the schedule board would be beside the word, ‘genius,’ and for like… two whole months, jeongin thought hyunjin was the mastermind behind the whole apple operation

i cannot tell you how many times hyunjin was approached by jeongin with a problem that he didn’t have the knowledge to help with

luckily, seungmin was feeling nice and explained that, ‘genius,’ was just the name of hyunjin’s job.

why?

seungmin didn’t know either

okay  baCK TO HYUNJIN!! his job is to quickly diagnose product issues on the spot, explain what’s wrong with the device to the customer. after determining whether repairs can be done or a replacement is needed, he’d offer solutions to help get users up and running again.

now don’t get me wrong, hyunjin loved his job bc he liked helping people and fixing devices bUT!!!!

after working in the same store for almost a year, these group of girls would literally be there every w e e k e n d to get “help,” from him.

he was flattered and all about the female audience but it was getting stale.

some girls would breAK their devices on purpose just to have an excuse to talk to him.

the convo’s they’d try to initiate wasn’t even about the faulty device anymore.

this rlly bothered him bc it took his time away from helping ACTUAL customers.

eventually, chan banned them from coming in to disrupt the peace of the store and to protect hyunjin from their beady eyes and weirdness.

jeongin mostly came to hyunjin for help with something (bc he knew the older dude wouldn’t tell chan)

& these two doods would try to fix the problem together!! hopefully before chan finds out about the problem bc

oof

then mr. advisor would be streSSED AF and

they’d get a scolding from mother!woojin

Jeongin

our bby boy is the technical specialist who helps people get started with using their devices.

gets excited with you when you get your new phone or computer.

knows all the tips and tricks on getting the most out of your device

is especially patient with the elderly and first-time users.

he knows!! that technology is difficult to understand and work around when you’re barely starting out so he’ll take as long as necessary to help someone understand how the phone or laptop works.

but...

y’all…

don’t let this boi anywhere a fire hazard area

i mean, he doesn’t mean to start fires

they just...happen???

like, they have this small employee mini kitchen in the upstairs breakroom (literally the whole 2nd floor could be a one bedroom apartment)

and of course when there’s a kitchen, there has to be SNACKS!!!

and jeongin was hungry during his shift.

so he goes up during the non-busy hours of the day to get himself some fud

(✿◠‿◠) a growing boi needs his nutrients!!

chan had left briefly for a coffee run, woojin was downstairs trying to fix a malfunctioning monitor. the other boys were either sick, out for lunch, or hadn’t clocked in yet.

jeongin put in a bag of popcorn in the microwave, and checked the box for instructions

it said, “for 5,000 watt microwave = 2 min. for 500 watt microwave = 4 min.”

he checked the microwave and it was 1,000 watt :-)

uhhh he didn’t really know at what time to put it in as so…

he typed in 3 min.

he didn’t mind having some burnt popcorn bc hey!! he just wanted to eat something.

he took a seat in front of felix’s computers and started scrolling through the security tapes in hopes of finding one funny footage of a customer.

:-) it started smelling like smoke for some odd reason.

mmm yep that was the smell of smoke for sure.

wonder where that’s coming from?

he thought.

he turned around to look for the source, and

HOLY SHIT THE MICROWAVE WAS ON FIRE

the panic in his body went from 0% to 100% real quick.

jeongin couldn’t just turn off the damned heating machine bc it was in flames, but he just couldn’t let it continue to get bigger and bigger.

he grabbed the pitcher of lemonade at the table and yEET that juice all over the microwave.

it did like minimal help.

he could hear chan entering the store, calling for woojin to help him bring the cups upstairs to the break room

oh no

he was in the break room.

he grabbed a wash cloth from the sink and began smACKIN at the flames

cue the parents walking in.

chan: (.•̵̑⌓•̵̑)

woojin: ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

without wasting another second, woojin yanked jeongin away from the fire bc it was starting to get really big and he could have gotten hurt ( ˘︹˘)

while chan got the fire extinguisher from beside the fridge

was that always there? jeongin asked himself

and chan used it to stop the fire.

poor bby jeongin got a massive scolding from both parents and told him to be more cautious next time.

then they all cleaned up the mess before the rush of people came in the shop!!

the next day, the other boys walked in to woojin spraying the SHIT outta this air freshener all over the break room bc it reaked of burnt popcorn & metal.

windows were all open to the smell out and the beloved microwave was nowhere to be seen.

chan was sipping on his morning cup of coffee when minho asked what happened.

“jeongin nearly burned the store down so there’s no more microwave.”

“oh. okay.”

Felix

ahhh okay so his job isn’t anything tech related really, except for when he watches people through his cams

he was the security guard of the store uwu

he has so far prevented 7 fights from happening and 6 of those 7 were between minho and seungmin lmao.

he was the perfect man for this job bc on the outside, his face is like:  (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

but when he’s upset or angry, mr. security guard mode is activated  (ง’̀-‘́)ง so he has to remove people from the premises.

he uses his SCARY voice when dealing with overly aggressive people and it usually does the trick when he asks them to leave

but when lil kids are just so excited and curious about the devices, he uses his soft uwu voice to converse with them about their day or what they’re doing in school

overall the cutest & dependable guard ever!!! 11/10

once changbin kept trying to fiddle with felix’s computer and he was like, “bro.. you’ve been trying to guess my password for like 2 hours. it’s not yngbok01.”

and changbin was soooo frustrated with this and he looked at felix like   (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻ “PLS JUST SIGN IN!!”

a smirk was on the guard’s face as he asked why he should.

changbin looked defeated and finally said, “i was locking up the store last thursday and was doing my own version of karaoke and i… tripped on the cords, and my jeans ripped open as i fell. If that blackmailer minho gets his hands on that footage, i’m dONE FOR—”

felix nearly toppled over from laughing so much as he watched the clip of what happened while changbin was visibly on edge, looking for any sign that minho was in the room

he still deleted the clip tho bc he’s a good friend  

( 。・_・。)人(。・_・。 )

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

Tell us how weird your apartment is please.

so when we signed the lease there was like. a really bad gas leak in here

that’s not actually relevant to the story I just want you to know what type of person I am

anyway when we were moving in the woman in the apartment right next to us, tiny old lady, walks up to my mom and says “Oh, it’ll be so nice to have neighbors again! Especially after what happened last time….”

and then she just. walked into her home and didn’t elaborate. 

she hasn’t spoken a word to us since.

it’s been like 10 months

there are two secret doors in my closet. Like, ‘Get Out’ secret doors. 

I’m literally?? Allergic to this apartment? And we can’t figure out why??? 

like it’s not dusty and I asked the office if the last person who lived here had a cat, but they said no and also all the rugs were deep cleaned before we moved in so I just uhhh….can’t breathe in my own home that’s great. I literally have to take multiple allergy meds every single day or else I just. stop breathing. it’s fun.

my room is like….90% hotter than the rest of the apartment and we can’t figure out why. Like, even the building’s repair guy came in here one time and was like ‘wtf’ it’s a REALLY noticeable temperature change even when I just step out into the hallway

sometimes the doors just like….unlock themselves??? like I’ve literally locked the deadbolt, walked away, and came back a few minutes later and it’s unlocked 

the building’s basement is a storage area but it’s also literally straight up out of a murder movie I’m not even kidding like everyone refuses to go down there

and the thing is…because of where my bedroom is located, every time a door opens and closes in the building I hear it, so I always know when people are like in and out

but sometimes my mom will get home from work and be like ‘why is the basement door open’ (the entrance door is right across from us like I can see it if I look out the peep hole) and I’ll go check and YEAH it’s open and pitch black all you can see are the top of the stairs…but the thing is, nearly every time this happens, I hadn’t heard the door open, and I hadn’t heard anyone else leave their apartments. which is. literally impossible?? so uh there’s that

if you open up the fridge, the door stays open until you physically close it, even if you only opened it like a crack, it doesn’t budge. but sometimes I open it up and I’ll like, turn around for a second and while I’m not looking it just SLAMS shut.

uh as I’m typing this Bollywood music just started blasting from directly above me only like….the dude that lives there isn’t home so idk why that’s happening

every now and then I hear a fox (or some other animal that makes That Sound idk) screaming outside my window but there is literally…no where around here for a forest creature to show up from like. we’re on a busy road where is this poor thing coming from???

there’s been a few times where I’m awake at like the really early hours of the morning and everything is dead quiet and all the sudden I hear a train’s whistle blowing, sounding close enough that if I looked out the window I could see it, except, we’re literally no where near a train station??? maybe the polar express is looking for someone around here idk

there’s two mirrors in my bathroom right. The big one over the sink, and then the one over the medicine cabinet that faces the shower, so when you’re at the sink you get double reflections of every thing, and it REALLY makes me uncomfortable because I’ve always been creeped out by mirrors right

so anyway a couple months ago I was in the shower, and I needed to get something that I forgot to bring in so I opened up the curtain….and I just….didn’t have a reflection in the mirror??? 

like I saw an open curtain, a tile wall, running water. I was just. Not in the picture….don’t like that.

all the walls are white and there’s big windows everywhere so you’d think it’d be like. a Light apartment right. but it’s not??? like we have lamps all over the place and it’s still SO DARK, it’s like the walls are eating the light

one time I had my friend Raychel over and I was explaining how weird it was to her, and then I was like ‘it’s getting dark outside I’ll just show you’ and I turned on the lights and….the room got bright as fuck

every inch of the room bathed in light, completely disregarding every thing I had just told her about it….I was literally So Angry lmao

mysterious pieces of metal just kinda show up in the garbage disposal??? like all the sudden it’ll stop working so we’ll call the repair guy and he’ll just find these weird ass looking shards of metal that are Not Coming From Us and he’s just like ‘hm. that’s weird.’ every time like??

the entrances to get into the complex are like….weirdly hidden lmao no one can ever get here on their first try

I ALWAYS feel like I’m being watched in my room like every time I have my back to the window it’s like I can feel eyes burning into me and every time I check I don’t see anything so at first it’s like, okay, I’m just being paranoid, but the thing is like. If I’m in my mom’s room I don’t have this problem?? If I’m in the living room which is 50% window, I don’t have this problem??? Like it’s literally just this one space and I don’t understand why

the actual layout of the complex like….doesn’t make sense lmao like driving around from one entrance to the other? simple, clean cut, it’s fine. walking around??? a fucking maze. you start to notice like…buildings where the placement doesn’t make any sense??? and then you’re like ‘wait…where exactly tf does my backyard come out to’ and the answer Doesn’t Make Sense and then you realize you realize the route you take to the main office to drop off the rent check is somehow a little different every time you take it and all in all I might be living in a lowkey labyrinth or some shit idk man

one time it was late at night and I had parked all the way at the end of the parking lot, so furthest from the building but I was still standing Directly Straight In Front Of The Building okay and I start walking towards the door. And as I’m like midway there, I briefly looked behind me for a second, and when I turned back a second later I saw someone in all black with the hood pulled over their face speed walking away past the steps, and like I glanced away for another second, then it hit me what I saw so I turned back, and absolutely no one was there. Idk if I explained that well enough but essentially in the brief seconds it took me to do a double take, someone appeared and disappeared. There wasn’t enough time for them to have left my line of sight altogether and there wasn’t even really any place for them to go, and then I realized they were walking like, BEHIND the bushes and trees line, so like right in front of the windows, and the spot he was walking away from…had to be my bedroom window??? I’m literally still so creeped out about it help

that’s all I can think of right now but like. idk. it’s Weird

[lostincalum]

Like home- Michael

A/N: Okay, so i started this forever ago and i kinda wanna contiue this as a bestfriend thing? idk, let me know if you like it??

T/W: none 

Word count: 1021 

The afternoon was dragging on, and the class seemed to be never-ending. Long hours of math that you did not need as an English major. This was not how going to university was supposed to be. While the friends you had made seemed nice enough, something was off. Most likely you thought it was the dorm. Because you lived alone, and the room had a cold vibe to it. You were not surprised though. Your dorm was placed in the fucking basement. And fine, others had dorms in the basement, but yours was beside the toilet and washing room. A bright idea popped into your head. You were most likely late, and all the good places were taken, but you would give it a shot. You were going to get an apartment.

The class came to an end, that left you without any further understanding of math, but oh well.

You got your umbrella out and started the walk back to your dreaded dorm. The rain was pouring down as you listened to the music currently in your ears. The bass was not all that heavy, and the lyrics were sad, so maybe you were a little stereotypical and pretended to be in a music video in the pouring rain. Soon you caught sight of the message board that stood in the courtyard. Every piece of paper that hung there was covered in plastic, except one. In messy handwriting was an address not far from campus along with a name and a number. "In need a roommate asap" had been scrawled underneath. Quickly you typed the number into your phone, pressed call and put in the earplugs with the handsfree. It rung one time, two times, three and you expected him to not answer. The fourth ring never came though.

"This is Michael?"

A rough voice answered, he sounded like this was the last thing he needed, but you answered anyway.

"Um, hi, this is Y/N, I'm calling about the room you're renting out?"

You almost smacked yourself right there, nobody wants timid people.

"Oh yeah, sorry I can meet you there in like thirty minutes? I got out of class right now"

"Yeah, sounds great"

He then proceeded to hang up without saying goodbye.

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Your shoes soaked through as you walked to the address. Wearing sneakers had been a seriously bad idea in the middle of autumn. As you stopped in front of the door, you realized that the apartment looked quite nice. The door was a clean white with a tiny window, and even though there was no doormat it looked actually looked welcoming.

“Holy shit, did you walk here?”

His voice was different than on the phone, he was not as grumpy, but you suspected it had something to do with the surprise of not coming in a car.

“Here, let’s get inside, before you catch a cold and blame it on me.”

Michael all but grumbled to himself.

“Dude, if i get sick there is no one else to blame but me.”

With a questioning look in his eyes, a small smile creeped onto his lips while he was opening the door. As it opened, a small dog came barreling through the door.

“Hey, Southy!”

Michael bent down to pet the small canine. You could swear that the grumpy man on the phone had completely disappeared. Not to mention how his black clothes contrasted his soft smile. He watched Southy sniff your leg, with such adoration that it had your heart melting. Trying to seem unaffected, you carefully bent down and put your hand out slightly for the dog to sniff. Always making sure that you stayed calm. Southy came forward and sniffed carefully, and then started nudging your hand for pets.

“Huh, I’ve never seen him that calm with strangers.”

A small smile made its way onto your lips.

“We used to have rescue dogs back home, so i kinda like to always be cautious of meeting new dogs.”

You looked up at him and saw a small bit of adoration in them, before he quickly hid it.

“Well anyways, this is my apartement.”

The both of you walked in and he kicked off his shoes. You went to do the same, but stopped short mid motion.

“I don’t wanna leave your place a mess with my wet socks.”

Michael stood contemplating for a short secind, before he held up a finger signaling for you to wait. Southy following him closely as he walked into an unknown room to the right.Probably his bedroom. A few seconds later he came back with a pair of black ankle socks.

“Thank you, so much.”

“Nah, don’t mention it.”

The inside however held a doormat, so you stepped on it and quickly changed.

“The place isn’t too big, but it does hold the essentials, like washing machine and dryer. There is no dishwasher, but that usually works out alright.”

He led you through the house as he pointed to the kitchen, it was small, but held the essentials.

“I don’t mind doing dishes really.”

Michael nodded and his right hand went up to his bottom lip, pulling slightly on it, before he headed to the hallway, an open door which led into the room you had seen him disappear into before. Inside was, from what you could see, a desk setup with an impressive gaming pc, and other things needed. Like a messy bed, with a dog on it.  

“The room that would be yours is this one bsides mine, and the bathroom is opposite it.”

He opened the door to the room, which was clean and bright. The bathroom was slightly more messier, but still seemed alright to you, with a shower and dryer stacked on top of the washer.

“I’ll take it, if that’s alright with you?”

Again with the timid voice, it would have to do. Seeing his smile made everything a little easier, and when he confirmed and said he would get the papers to sign, a little sigh of relief washed over you. This place truly felt like a home already.

[hockeyandstuff91]

How did this happen? - Part 5

Word count: 3,624

Players: Tyler Seguin, Alexander Radulov

Warning: cussing

Authors note: This part jumps time a few times to make this story not feel like its completely dragging on in the beginning :) Before each separate part I'm going to specify who's point of view it is. I also think that I'm going to be changing Brooke's POV from the imagine format to first person like the rest of the POVs are. Hopefully that makes sense. I may or may not go back to the other 4 parts and change it to first person.. Idk yet lol (There is a very good chance there will be random "you" and such as I keep accidentally switching between first and second person. I'm going to try and make sure there aren't any but I might miss some so I apologize lol)

Hope you enjoy!

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(Brooke's POV)

It had been two weeks since Tyler had left for the away trip. He had facetimed with me every night, claiming it was to check in with the dogs but it became a routine after a while and he actually stopped asking for them right away. Even still the dogs would always get excited when they would hear their dad's voice but always be confused why he was stuck in my phone.

I had just finished taking them on a walk, and was in the middle of getting them some water when I heard the gate open. I gasped, wide eyed, looking at the clock on the oven. Tyler wasn't suppose to be home for another hour I thought but maybe Ashlyn decided to stop by after work before the boys got home.

I brought the dog's water bowls over to where they normally got fed and set them down on the floor. It may be the middle of February now but it had hit 80 degrees today which I was still not exactly use to but I loved it way more than snow. I grabbed a few ice cubes from the freezer and popped them into the water bowls.

I turned just in time to see the door open and Tyler walk in with his bags.

"Hey!" He smiled, the dogs rushing to greet him, leaving a trail of water behind them from drinking.

"Hey welcome home!" I smiled at him, standing over by the counter.

"Well the boys greeted me a lot more excitedly than you did," Tyler smirked at me.

"What you want me to run over to you and start licking your face?" I laughed as I grabbed a water out of the fridge for myself.

"No probably not," he laughed and set his bag down in the hallway.

There were moments like this that it still was weird that I was in Tyler Seguin's house. Let alone staying there for another couple days until I finished moving all of my things into the apartment. 2 months ago I had only ever seen him on the internet or on my computer screen when I watched the games and now here I stood, in his kitchen, best friends with him.

God damn my life is so fucking weird

Tyler pulled me from my thoughts as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug. "Did ya miss me?" I could hear the smirk in his voice even though I couldn't see his face.

"Well..." I tried not to smile.

He pulled back and looked down at me with one eyebrow raised and I cracked, laughing. "That's what I thought," he said and returned to hugging me for a little bit longer.

"So how was the plane ride back?" I asked as we pulled back from the hug.

"It was fine, I slept most of the way so it went by quick for me," he said as he leaned against the counter, grabbing my water bottle and taking a sip.

I gasped "Hey that was my water!" I protested.

"Oh this?" he smirked and held it higher than I could reach.

"That's not fair Tylerrrrr!" I whined a bit as I tried to jump for it. It didn't help that he was already almost a whole foot taller than me. Reaching both arms up I jumped to grab it, actually getting it but I soon figured out that was all part of Tyler's plan as he easily let go of the water and went to tickle me.

"Nooo!!!!" I laughed and ran into the living room.

"Get her boys!" Tyler smirked and followed after me.

All three dogs were excited thinking it was play time and jumped onto the couch, kissing my face and laying all over me.

"Nooo you all have gross doggy breath!" I laughed and tried to turn my face away.

After a minute everything calmed down and I could regain my breath finally.

"I had no idea you were ticklish!" Tyler laughed as he got off the couch and helped me up.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I smirked at him.

He reached over and poked my side, causing me to pull away.

"Quiiit, Ty," I laughed.

"See! You are ticklish."

"Lies," I said and walked back into the kitchen, opening the fridge. "Ugh what are we going to eat for dinner?"

"Hmm.. how about some nachos?" he asked as he leaned against the counter, tilting his head and looking over at me.

I looked around to make sure we had all of the ingredients and nodded "Yeah that'll be pretty easy and fast to make."

"Good I'm so hungry," he laughed.

"Me too!"

"Oh! So your apartment is ready tomorrow have you went to go check it out yet?"

"No I wanted to wait until you got back home first."

"Why?"

"Well you were the one who helped me pick which one so I thought it would be exciting to go together," I shrugged, looking at him and grabbing the chip bag off the counter and started loading up a pan with them.

"No that's a good idea actually I didn't think about it like that," he smiled.

"Do you want just cheese and salsa?"

"There's other options?" he asked.

"Uh yeah! We could put burger on it too," I said opening the fridge again and making sure I had burger left still.

"Brooke you know my specialty is only grilled cheese."

"This is very true. I'll just make some fancy nachos and you can be surprised."

"Alright sounds like a deal! While you do that I'm going to go upstairs and take a shower and I'll be back down in 5," he said standing up from the counter and walked over to the hallway, grabbing his bag and headed upstairs.

"Okay," I answered and went to work on cooking dinner.

We had a nice night in just relaxing on the couch and watching a couple movies. I ended up falling asleep not long after the fourth one started, resting my head against Tyler's shoulder. After the movie was over Tyler gently woke me up and helped me to my room. He followed me into the room and laughed as I flopped onto the bed on top of the covers.

"Whaaaaat?" I mumbled into the pillow, slowly turning over to look up at him, one eye closed and the other one squinting.

"Nothing you are just funny when you are over tired," he said as he grabbed the blanket and pulled it out from under meand pulled it back up over me.

"Is Tyler Seguin really tucking me in to bed right now?" I half laughed which turned into a yawn.

"Yes," he smiled and kissed my forehead. "Now get some rest, tomorrow is going to be a long day," he said and turned my light off.

"But whyyyyy," I groaned.

"We are moving your stuff remember?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Oh yeah," I mumbled as my eyes closed.

Tyler laughed and shook his head walking over to the door. "Goodnight Brooke," he left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

~~~~~~~~

2 months later...

Life was fucking good. No not good it was great! I had been in my own place and it was going really well, Tyler and I had been hanging out consistently when he wasn't busy with games and traveling, and Ashlyn and Alexander had been spending a lot of time together lately too.

I had seen how he looked at her and I knew that he was going to ask her out soon, but for some reason she didn't believe me. She had made it very adamant that Tyler and I were for sure going to get together before her and Alexander would but I wasn't so sure about that.

Tyler was one of the sweetest guys I had met and spending time with him was my favorite part of the day but it was kind of clear to me that he only saw me as a friend. He still had his flings with random girls and he would always call and ask me stupid questions about what something meant when one of them would text him something. I loved having him as a best friend but when it came to the topic of girls I didn't exactly want to be apart of that. Obviously I wanted nothing more than to see him happy but I knew what girls like that were really like. I also knew that if any of them ever lasted I would probably end up losing my best friend because those girls never liked me, and honestly the feelings were mutual.

I had of course had feelings for Tyler and wanted to be with him, but I knew that if it was meant to happen it would in its own time. I just wanted to enjoy being close to him for now and not put any strain on our friendship.

(Tylers POV)

Rad and I had decided to go grab some food after our morning practice. Brooke was going to be at work until 5 so that meant I had nothing to do until then besides take the dogs for a run.

This was the same restaurant that we had met the girls at almost 4 months ago. It was crazy how fast time had gone by.

Rad and I ordered our food and we sat there waiting, I was checking Instagram when I looked up seeing that Rad was just staring at his hands.

"Whats up with you today?" I ask him, putting down my phone.

"Nothing," he mumbled.

"Lies," I said. Something I picked up from Brooke saying it all the time.

Rad looked up at me, his face serious. "Just thinking."

"About...?"

"Ashlyn."

"Oooh. Yeah hows that been going?"

"Great."

"Okay well then why do you look so serious then?" I laughed trying to lighten the mood.

"I haven't felt this interested in a girl since Darya," he said looking back down to his hands.

I sat back in my seat looking at him. I knew that was a touchy subject with him, rightfully so. But I was happy to see that he had found someone who made him happy. "Well that's good though isn't it?" Rad nodded. "Why the worried face then?" I asked him.

"Darya made me feel this way too. Then it ended. I'm scared it will happen again."

"Dude you can't compare Ashlyn to Darya. What happened between you and her doesn't mean it'll happen again."

Rad looked up at me, his face a little less worried. "You sure?"

I nod "You should give it a shot if you feel like it's right. I see you two together and it's great, you already look like you are together. Even if it doesn't work out in the long run at least you wont ever wonder what would of happened if you don't try."

Rad just nodded in agreement with what I had said and responded with "I will talk to her tonight."

~~~~~~~~~

(Brooke's POV)

I had just gotten out of work, finally. The day was only suppose to last until 5 but my boss had called a meeting that lasted an extra 2 hours. My phone of course had died and so I was sure to have a few texts from Tyler since he and I had planned on going to grab dinner and see a movie after I got out of work but now it looked like only one of those was going to happen.

I climbed into my car and plugged my phone in, starting up the car and resting my head against the headrest and closing my eyes to rest for a second. After my phone had charged enough to turn on it started going crazy with notifications.

"Jesus I'm gone for 2 hours and now everyone wants my attention," I laugh to myself as I pick up my phone.

I had two missed phone calls from Tyler and about 5 texts, a text from my mom, and Ashlyn had called like 3 times.

I decided to shoot Tyler a text first so he would stop worrying and then call Ashlyn afterwards.

Me: Sorry Ty, got caught up at work and my phone died. I'm free now! finally 😂

I then scrolled to my contacts and called Ashlyn. It only rang twice before she picked it up.

"Oh. My. God. where have you been?!"

"Jeez! I was stuck at work is everything okay? You called me like 3 tim-"

"Yeah everything is fine! More than fine!" I could hear how excited she was and wondered what had happened.

"Well?! About what?"

"Alexander came over to my apartment and he said he needed to talk. He told me that over these last couple months he realized that I mean a lot to him and no other girl since his ex wife made him feel this way and he asked me out!"

I gasped into the phone "Ashlyn!! I'm so happy for you!"

"I know! This is crazy, all the times we joked about this over the last year-"

"I know! I told you it would happen!" I laughed a bit. "Well I don't want to bother you two-"

"Oh he just left to go pick up the takeout so he's not here right now. I just wanted to tell you as soon as it happened!"

"I'm so excited for you, for both of you! You guys seriously do look great together."

"Aww thank you," I could hear how big the smile on Ashlyn's face was and I knew that smile wasn't going to be fading anytime soon.

My phone buzzed in my hand and I pulled it away from my face to see I had an incoming call from Tyler.

"Alright I'm gonna let you get back to your night, Ty is calling me right now. Have fun. Be safe, use protection," I laughed.

Ashlyn laughed back "Okay talk to you tomorrow!" she said and I quickly flipped over to the other call before it went to voicemail.

"Hellooo?"

"Finally! I thought you were screening my calls or something."

"No Ty I would never do that to you," I laughed and shook my head "Didn't you get my text?"

"Yeah and I responded but you didn't, I was a little worried, I'm sorry."

"Aww well don't be Ty, I'm okay. I was just on the phone with Ashlyn, do you know whats been going on?"

"Yeah Rad and I got lunch today, I told him to go for it. He was worried it was going to be a repeat of what happened with his ex," I could hear in the background of the call Tyler was throwing a ball for one of the dogs outside, something he would do when he was overthinking and worried.

"Aww well I doubt that will happen."

"Me too. They are so great together. I've seen how his attitude has changed since she's been around."

"Yeah I'm so happy for them. Alright so I'm out of work now, just sitting in my car, did you still want to hang out tonight?"

"Yeah but lets just stay in and watch a movie at my place. Is that ok?"

"Sounds perfect to me. Do you want me to pick up some food on the way?"

"Yeah how about Chinese?" Tyler asks, you knew he had thought of this already.

"Mmm sounds good. Wanna call it in so it'll be ready when I get there?"

"Sure, usual order?"

"Well of course! I'll see you in 20."

"Okay, drive safe."

"I will."

"Bye."

"Bye," I said as I pulled the phone away from my ear and hit the end call button. I sat up straight in my seat and put my seat belt on and pulled out of my parking spot, headed towards the Chinese restaurant.

When I got inside I walked up to the counter, not seeing my takeout bag yet I decided to sit in the waiting area. That's when I noticed Rads was here too.

"Hey you!" I said, catching his attention from his phone.

"Brooke!" He smiled happily and stood up to give me a hug.

"I heard the big news! Congratulations, I'm so happy for you two," I smiled as I sat down next to him.

"Thank you. I'm glad she said yes."

"Of course she would! She adores you so much."

Rads nodded "What about you?"

"What about me?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"You and Tyler?"

"Oh.. no he and I are just friends," I said and looked down at my phone in my hands.

"But..."

"But what?" I asked, not looking up at him.

"You like him?"

I looked at Rad out of the corner of my eye for a moment before turning my gaze back to my hands.

I felt a hand on my back just before Rad spoke "I wont tell."

I closed my eyes and nodded.

"He know?"

I shook my head, eyes still closed.

"Why?"

"I'm not his type and I don't want to ruin our friendship," I respond, finally opening my eyes and looking over at Rad.

"Type?"

"Yeah you know I don't look like a model or anything so.."

Rad shook his head "You are beautiful, those girls never around for long."

"I know. We'll see, but for now friends is okay," I took a deep breath. I wanted to be with Tyler and I felt like something was there but I knew he wasn't ready to settle down and if I tried to step anywhere near that topic there was a chance he would run from me, which was the last thing I wanted. I decided that when the time was right I would know, and that's when it would happen. But until then this was still nice.

Rad nodded and rubbed my back a bit before standing up after his name was called for his takeout, my name followed behind it. He reached his hand out and I took it, standing up.

"Don't worry. It'll happen," Rad smiled at you and walked over to the counter.

"I hope so," I whispered and followed him. We both paid for our food and walked out to the parking lot together.

"Congrats again Rads, I'm very excited and happy for you guys," I smiled as we started to walk to our cars.

"Thank you Brooke! See you soon?"

"Yeah! I'll be at the game with Ashlyn tomorrow night," I said as I set the paper bag of takeout on the hood of my car to fish out my keys from my pocket, and unlocking the door.

"Okay! Have a good night," Rad said and got into his car.

The two of us waved and drove separate directions out of the parking lot.

I couldn't help but think about what Rads had said. I wasn't sure if he knew something that I didn't, maybe Ty had said something but I didn't give it too much thought, not wanting to give myself false hope or anything.

I drove to Tyler's house and was greeted by three big dogs at the door like normal. I brought the food into the kitchen and set it on the counter, starting to take things out of the paper bag and set them on the counter.

I could hear Tyler's footsteps above me getting closer to the staircase.

"Fuck that smells good," I heard him mumble to himself as he started down the stairs and I just laughed.

"Hey," Tyler smiled as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed some plates for us. "How was work?"

"Ugh," I groaned. "It was work. Meetings all day pretty much, which was why I had to stay for another two hours instead of getting out at 5 like I was suppose to. But hey money is nice especially since rent is due soon," I laughed as I started to plate some of my food.

"Good point," Tyler said as he started to put food onto his plate as well.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"It was good. Practice this morning like usual, and then lunch with Rad, and I was worried for about two hours when you didn't answer. So you know usual day," he smirked over at me.

"Hey! I'm the one who answers right away unlike someone," I smirked back at him.

"Listen that was one time okay?" He shook his head. "Never gonna let me live that one down."

"Nope!" I laughed.

"Not fair," He smirked at me that faded into a smile.

"So the whole Ashlyn and Rad thing is awesome to hear!"

"Yeah finally."

"Right? I mean it was like they were already together anyways, the way they act around each other but I'm glad that he asked her."

"Yeah me too, they are great, and I'm glad to see him so happy again," Tyler smiled and followed me into the living room with our food, a movie ready on the TV.

For the rest of the night after dinner we just spent it on the couch watching movies. I ended up falling asleep on his shoulder after the long day that I had. A number of times since I moved down to Dallas and spent time with Tyler I had found myself falling asleep against him while we relaxed and stayed in for the night. It was nice to be doing that again tonight. I vaguely remembered him waking me up and bringing me to the guest room down the hall, I didn't have work the next morning so staying the night would be okay.

[showingthroughtome]

7: june 23rd

Instead of taking it as a joke, Jess replies with genuine, flirty inquiry, “Really? You could stop Carly?”

Harry raises his shoulders, and humbly gestures, “Maybe.”

“Alright.” She agrees, crossing her arms and challenges him. The ball is in his court so now it isn’t up to her  which direction things go - if only for this one situation.

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Neither Harry nor Jess end up going through with their little sabotaging plans. On a very basic level, it turns out that they don’t really dislike camping, or the woods. They’ve always loved being outdoors, getting into little adventures in the park where they can feed the ducks, going down one of the trails that lead them into a forested area, only to have them both running back to their moms to get checked for ticks an hour later. The only differences between that and camping are that they're there much longer and they have to check for their own ticks. Which, they don't mind enough to want to go home - definitely not more than they liked being with their friends, recklessly drinking alcohol they had to get their older siblings to buy.  

By the third and final night, Jessica has mastered the art of finding the perfect wood to make a lasting camp fire. It may be too early to determine, but she feels like an expert in the area, bragging about it as she walks back to the campsite with Ben and Carly flanking her sides.

She's swinging a hefty stick around, boasting, “I mean, look at this. This will burn all night if we let it.”

“It’ll be ash in an hour and a half.” Ben holds up his hands, shielding himself from the stick.

“I give it an hour.” Carly, equally unamused, catches it and pulls it from Jessica’s hands.

Ben leans forward to look around her to Carly. “Are we making this a bet?”

“Guys! You’re not very encouraging of my skills!” Jess reaches to retrieve her find, coming up unsuccessful mostly because she is short, but also because Carly is extremely tall.

“Hey, you gotta leave her alone. It’s not her fault she only can reach five feet off the ground.” Harry shouts from beside their fire.

Jessica had been so preoccupied by her stick that she hadn’t even realized they were approaching the rest of their friends - what was she? A dog?

She looks between Harry and Carly who are now having a small stare down - Carly’s hand is still in the air and another one is keeping Jess away from her goal. Harry’s expression is one of playful business while Carly’s face reads pure joy. Harry lifts a finger, pointing sternly.

“Ugh, fine.” Carly lowers her arm and hands over the sturdy piece of wood. “It’s kind of sad to literally hold things over your head.”

Jess nods, sarcastically agreeing. “Yeah, I get it. Kind of like how it is to see you try to find something that is actually flammable.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she takes off into a jog to hide behind a snickering Niall and Harry. Niall holds up one of the skewers him and Harry had been putting hotdogs on and aims it in the direction Jessica had come from. When looking back, she finds out that Carly hasn’t even taken a step towards her yet.

“Chill. I’m not gonna attack you.” Carly claims, hands on hip, playing innocent though everyone knows that's never been true.

Ben comes to her side, throws an arm around her neck and grimaces, “Babe, you do know pranks in the night are the same as attacks?”

“Yeah! Pranks at night especially count as attacks.” Jessica peers around Harry's shoulder, emphasizing her point. If Carly is going to retaliate, she would much rather it happen when one of her senses isn’t fucked any further than it usually is. Jess squeezes Harry’s upper arm so he’ll make his stance on her side known.

“Especially.” He nods, and then points his skewer more directly with the most unalarming frown ever.

“Thanks.” Jess huffs.

Carly drops her few pieces of firewood on the pile and throws up her hands in defeat. “Seriously guys. I can take a joke now without getting angry. You’ll see.”

She swings her arm around Ben’s waist and then the two take a seat on a sleeping bag laid out over the dirt.

“Ben, watch your girl.” Jessica pleads, winking at Carly when they make eye contact and becomingly slightly alarmed when Carly doesn’t return one, seeming actually, a little bit pissed indeed.

Jessica shudders at the thought. She places her firewood right in the flame that’s still lightly burning from the one they started for lunch. Soon enough, it’ll be big enough to roast their dinner.

“Do you think I should worry about that?” She asks the boys even though she knows Carly wont do anything that will actually harm her, perhaps something like a demonic symbol drawn on her forehead in permanent ink or sticking her hand in a cup of warm water so she’ll pee her pants like an anxious eight year old.

“I would be.” Niall shakes his head in grief, remembering, “Last time I joked on Carly, she told every girl that I brought into the apartment that I was a crier.”

“No.” Harry slaps his forehead with pity for his friend, shaking his curls and laughing. “That is undesirable.”

“Dude.” Jessica deflates for the guy, only imagining how awkward the follow up conversation could be to that. No offense, but who wants to hear how emotional someone is at first contact with a friend?

“Ehh, that’s okay.” Niall pats the hand Harry had placed on his shoulder comfortingly. “I did get her back. Apparently she doesn’t like honey more than shaving cream. Weird.” Niall smirks, leaving his friends to think about that as he backs away to do something else.

Harry and Jessica grin at the possibilities then face each other, shaking their heads in regret for the roommates who just signed a lease for another whole year.

“They’ll kill each other.” Jessica jokes in delight at her friend's expense.

“They think they’re actually on a prank show.” Harry agrees with a nod. He swats a bug that flies for his face and then returns more seriously, obviously worried for his best friend, “But, seriously, stay alert. I think she spotted a bee hive earlier.”

“Oh my god, Harry. Shut up.” She pushes him with all her might, heart beating faster at the teasing. With all of her friends making jokes about it, the only thing that keeps her from panicking is the thought - she can take a joke now. Carly isn’t fifteen anymore. She can take one little joke now.

“I guess I could sleep in your tent with you to make sure nothing bad happens.” He offers with a smile, eyes on her red vinyl tent set up right next to his yellow one. Even though it wasn’t planned, every one of them brought their own two person tent, figuring they’d share with someone who forgot their own. Since it was their first camping trip, they all chalked it up to a rookie mistake and enjoyed the breathing room as they slept through those warm summer nights.

It would be a lie to say that she didn’t think about maybe sleeping in the same tent with Harry and what that would do. Would it make things awkward? Would it speed things up? Would it leave them in this limbo?

Instead of taking it as a joke, Jess replies with genuine, flirty inquiry, “Really? You could stop Carly?”

Harry raises his shoulders, and humbly gestures, “Maybe.”

“Alright.” She agrees, crossing her arms and challenges him. The ball is in his court so now it isn’t up to her  which direction things go - if only for this one situation.

“Cause I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout forever. Oooh.” Nat, coming out of the woods to the right of them, sings, dancing with grooving shoulders as she croons, “Or do you not think so far ahead?”

She stops right next to them, interrupting their not so innocent, flirty banter entirely.

“That is the ultimate shower song… or I guess, slightly-gross-lake-water-hair-washing song.” She exhales and thinks, “Definitely the more accurate title.”

Then she looks between them and cracks a smile, breaking character of Obnoxious Camping Nat.

“Nat, I love you with my entire soul.” Jess claims in her most serious tone, covering her heart and throwing her arm around her fellow short person. With all her attention on Nat, together they walk to a sleeping bag and prepare a hotdog. Once Nat is sat down, she sees that the fire was left to dwindle under the care of her friends so she gets right back up and complains the whole time she stokes the fire.

For the rest of the night, over red cups and shot glasses, Jess catches Harry’s eyes more than a few times. And at the end of the night, she zips her tent up with tipsy fingers, comfortable to be alone because Carly had complained about being tired for a while before she crashed hard hours ago.

authors note:

hiii! im personally not that happy with this chapter. i feel like its not the strongest one ive ever written. imma let you guys who actually read my notes in on a secret: i write a lot of this story while high. i mean, thats when the story came to me so why not? lol a lot of the time that works out for me but idk about this one. this just seems a little choppy. choppy stoned lauren came out and idk how to fix it (or maybe i am just accepting it for what it is lolol??) hopefully you can stay with me for the next one. because man oh man, we are building up to something!

please please please let me know what you think!!!!!!!!

thank you so so so much to @what-comes-from-within for betaing this for me as she does everything i put out these days, she is the bees knees <3

thank you so much for reading!

- lauren

[makknays]

forbidden love.

requested by wjishing-jimin 

hiii,,,can i request supernatural au! with jimin?Jimin as a ghost and y/n as a human but they end up falling in love? 

genre: ghost!jimin / fluff /angst??? i never rlly know

word count: 2472

a/n: i lied I'm posting today :) also idk how i feel about this, i changed what i perceive as a ghost that he's pretty much just a shapeshifter in this but oh well(?) i hope y'all lovelies still enjoy this <3

It was my first time being here in Seoul, I transferred here to study, as well as gain cultural knowledge on South Korea. After moving out from the dorms in my first year here, I had to find somewhere to live that wouldn't cost too much but was still nice to be in. Finally I settled with a small flats on the outskirts of Seoul.  For the first couple months in my new apartment I kept hearing sounds and the whole place seemed somewhat shady, but I kept thinking: maybe it was just the neighbourhood. But an incident occurred that made me change my mind.  

"Hello? Who's there?" I called, with a frying pan in my hand, I thought there was an attacker in the flat. "Hello?" I called, louder this time. "Okay, I can hear you you know, so just come out.", I walked closer towards the noise but no one was there, all I saw was a silhouette but no person.  

"I'm sorry." a voice called but nobody was attached to it. "Who are you? And where are you?" I asked the voice the owner of the voice. "I'm Jimin, I'm around the corner. I'm sorry I scared you, it’s just this was my home and I don't have any more, I don't have much anymore.” he replied. Slowly, I made my way round the corner, increasing my grip on the frying pan, but to my dismay there was no one there. I looked all around me, I felt someone's presence but I couldn't see anyone. "I'm here." I walked closer towards the voice and saw him.

"You're not alive, are you? Is that why I can't see you very well?” "You got me there, I lived in this place while I was alive but I ended up in it accident that cost me my life, now here I am, haunting this very place, the first place I called my own home. I didn't expect them to just rent out to another person, but I'm glad the party was as beautiful as you.” he smiled as stood in front of me. "If it's not too much, can I ask you what accident you were in?" "Do you remember hearing about that crash on the motorway that involved five different cars and a van? Well, I was caught up in that and didn't make it out alive." "Wow, I'm sorry. That's horrible, but if I'm honest with you, I don't really believe in ghosts." "Well you don't have to believe in me, but I'm here and as real as you are.” 

As the days passed, Jimin and I coexisted with one another, having a conversation every now and again. Today another conversation was due, it was dinnertime, so I sat at the table with my dinner and waited for him. “What's the hold up?” Jimin asked as he appeared in front of me. “I was waiting for you.” I told him. “Why? You know I don't have to eat to survive, right?” he chuckled. “Yeah, but I wanted someone to talk to.” “Aww, did you miss me?” he laughed as he ‘sat’ down on the chair opposite me. “Don't flatter yourself, also how the fuck can you touch objects but not humans or animals?” “Don't ask me, I didn't make the rules.” “Ugh, you're so annoying.” “Why? Don't get annoyed at me cuz you lack human contact! I can't do much about that!” he laughed as he brushed his hand through his hair that seemed like it would have been soft and silky when he was alive. 

“You don't have to rub it on, you know.” I poured as I ate my dinner. “I'm sorry, why don't you go on a date then? Since you didn't deny it.” “I don't feel like it, no one’s nice enough.” I told him. “Well, what kind of guy do you like?” he asked me, as if he could do something about it. “Someone who cares, like actually, and doesn't just want sex or some stupid thing from me. Someone not too bad looking but not so amazing that he has new girls everyday. I guess, someone who just gets me, but there's no one like that.” “Maybe, you're looking at the wrong guys.” 

2am. I had a lecture in 5 hours but I couldn't put my mind to sleep. There were just too many thoughts circling my brain. Why was it that I couldn't find someone for me? Why was it that no one seemed to get me? Was I really looking in the wrong place? What did Jimin mean? 

“Something keeping you up?” “You can't just appear like that and scare me!” I said, clutching my chest from the shock of his appearance. “Sorry, what are you thinking about though?” “How lonely I am, how I can't keep a man, if I really am looking at the wrong guys. I guess, just, stuff.” I told him, as I sat up to lean against the headboard. “Well, don't beat yourself up over it. It doesn't matter if you find him or not, I'll keep you company for the time being, you won't need to feel so lonely then.” he smiled as he sat down beside me.  

He turned to look at me and pulled me into an embrace, which shocked me. “I thought you couldn't touch me!” “I lied, oops.” “But how? There's so many questions, this makes no sense. How does this physically work?” I continuously asked. “Who cares about physics, I’ll be here for you no matter what and if you ever need me, I'll be around the corner, literally.” he said, smirking at me when he pulled away from the hug. “You're gross, have you ever watched me change or even worse, shower?” “I'm flirty, not a perv.” he chuckled as he lifted himself from the bed. “Good night.” he smiled as he closed the door behind him and all trace of him disappeared.  

I was out running errands, very much leading my mundane life; I needed to grab some things from the supermarket before I could finally return home. I was minding my own business in the fruit and veg section when old ‘friend’ approached me. “___, hey! What are you doing in South Korea?” she asked me as she grabbed some spring onions. “I study here.” I bluntly replied and moved on in order to look at the strawberries. “You can’t still be annoyed at me about taking Sam from you, right? We’re not even together anymore.” “No, why on Earth would I still be annoyed about that?” I sarcastically remarked before Jimin reappeared. “You’ve got to stop randomly appearing!” I whisper shouted. “Sorry, it just seemed like you were having trouble, I can sort this out!” Jimin smirked. “You’re not human though?” “Leave this to me, trust me on this one.” he chuckled before disappearing again. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at what this boy could possibly be up to. 

“Hey, what’s your name?” a familiar voice loudly asked, I turned to view the commotion and saw none other than Sam but he had Jimin’s voice, oh God, no, please tell me this was a dream. “Sam, what are you doing here? Why don’t you remember my name?” “Sorry, sweetcheeks, I never really cared to get it in the first place.” he chuckled as he walked towards her. “We were in a one year relationship and you don’t remember my name?” she screamed, tears clearly forming. This was cruel but also payback that she deserved. “C’mon, that can’t be a dealbreaker, I cheated on you so many times and you’re not making a fuss over that!” “You cheated on me?” “Stephany! Stella! Susan?” “Get away from me!” she cried as she ran out of the store. 

“That was cruel, Jimin. But definitely a good show.” I muttered as I walked towards the empty cereal aisle. “I know, right? Aren’t I great?” “Why though? Why did you do that?” I asked him as I grabbed my favourite cereal. “I have my reasons, you’ll see one day.” he chuckled before ruffling my hair and disappearing once again. “Such a cruel guy.” “I’m still here.” “Oh my God, fuck off!” I almost screamed. “Cutie.” 

“You’re seriously going on a date with some smartass from your class?” Jimin asked, disapproving of the date. “Yeah, is there a problem with that?” I laughed as I smoothed out my dress. “No, not at all. Just that he has the shitiest of personalities on Earth!” “Stop being dramatic!” “He just wants to get into your pants though.” he whined as he shifted into my date and made fun of him. “Wouldn’t you wanna if you were alive?” I joked. “Dude, I literally can, as long as you consent, I can touch you, remember? I can do anything a human can, just can’t die…” “Besides the point, Jimin, I have a date. Do I look good?” “No.” “I’ll take that as a yes; I’ll be seeing you later.” I smiled as I left the flat and entered my date’s car. 

“___, I’m glad you could come on this date with me, I’ve really wanted to take you out for a while now.” he smiled as we made our way towards the restaurant. “I’m really grateful, Joohyuk.” I told him as I focused on the road. He placed his right hand on my thigh and turned his head to briefly look at me, I took his hand in mine and exchanged a smile. The chemistry between us was amazing, but I was definitely jumping to conclusion. 

When we arrived at the restaurant, Joohyuk was more than a gentleman, but soon came off as sexist and snobbish. “I told you he was annoying.” a voice whispered when Joohyuk excused himself to use the toilet. “He just wants to get into your pants.” “How do you know that?” I asked, not wanting to lose the argument despite knowing Jimin was right. “He’s calling his mate right now and talking about what he’s going to do to you later tonight.” “I hate you.” I muttered but Joohyuk had reappeared when I muttered that. 

“You hate me?” he chuckled. “Sorry, my roommate is being kinda annoying.” “Roommate?” Jimin muttered. “I was unaware that you had a roommate, tell me more about her.” “She is a he, and he’s just being clingy tonight because he’s ill. I think I’ll have to go back home to take care of him soon.” “Really? Are you sure you have to take care of him? I mean isn’t he a grown man?” Joohyuk asked me. “He’s caught something really bad, he’s been throwing up and he’s really unwell; I actually reluctantly left today.” “But do you have to take care of him?” “He could die and you’re asking if I really have to take care of him?” “Sorry, I wanted to get some tonight! I really thought you’d let me get into your pants!” “You’re just like the rest of them.” 

When I left the restaurant I was greeted by Jimin as alive Jimin. “You know, you should morph into your actual self more often. You were cute and better than that jerk in there, who is glaring at us and we best run.” I laughed as I started sprinting down the street in heels. “Lemme grab those heels, wear my shoes.” “Why do you even have shoes?” “Physical form, remember? You literally just complimented me on it.” “Oh shit yeah.” I laughed as we exchanged shoes. “Wow, your roommate is so sick! You could’ve just said you weren’t down for me, you know?” Joohyuk called from behind as he made an effort to catch up with the two of us. “Take my hand.” Jimin laughed and continued to run in the direction of home with me. 

“I wonder if he’ll ever forgive me.” I laughed as I changed into my pajamas. “Does it matter if he doesn’t?” Jimin chuckled. “Human you is nice.” “I am always human me and I’m always nice, ___.” “Ok sorry, alive you. And you aren’t nice when you’re jealous. Do you perhaps like me?” I joked as I pretended to gasp. “What would you do if I did?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Well, not much, but there would be many consequences since you’re not actually alive.” “What do you mean consequences? I asked what you would do if I liked you not if we were together!” Jimin pointed out, bursting into laughter but I could share his laughter. What would actually occur if the two of us fell in love? We were already halfway there with these stupid emotions that developed inside of me. The date? That was to get Jimin off my mind but it only brought us closer. 

I was walking through a local park, trying to clear my mind of the many thoughts that were racing throughout it but nothing helped. Not the freshly polluted air of Seoul, not the birds chirping at 6am, nothing. “What’s on your mind, sweetie?” Jimin asked, moving closer to hug me from behind. “Stuff.” “Stuff?” “Stuff.” “What stuff?” “Us kinda stuff.” “What do you mean us, ___, what are you trying to say us?” Jimin asked as he released me from his embrace. “What if we fell for each other? What would the consequences be?” “Well, I can answer the first question. If we fell for each other, we would be very in love and you would be taken care of like a queen because that’s what you are to me. I would love you forever and ever.” “Jimin--” “I know, you’re scared, I know you’re trying to comprehend your emotions but you don’t need to think too deep, do you like me?” “I like you, a lot more than just like.” “Okay, the feeling’s mutual so let’s just take it from there?” 

7am, Seoul, South Korea, time to wake up. I woke up and entered the bathroom and prepared myself for the day ahead. It was going to be a hopefully relaxing day, no worries, no stress, just relaxing. “Hey, sweetie. I was gonna make you breakfast but you already woke up, so let’s make you some together.” I had gotten used to this voice every morning for the past year of my life and wasn’t going to change a thing about it. “What about you?” “Did you forget? I don’t need to eat.” Jimin chuckled as he walked towards me and wrapped his arms around my torso and placed his forehead against my own. “I love you.” I smiled as I placed a kiss on his cold but soft lips. 

[defineyourlimits]

August 15, 2019

In a text to Sarah:

Hi sorry it’s so late i just remembered that I never told you the Koby update. I think the last time I talked to you about it was before he had asked me on a date. So not last Saturday but the Saturday before I was at home and we were texting and he asked me on a date for the following Wednesday so of course I said yes. When I got back into town on Monday he came over and everyone was hanging out then slowly people left and everyone went to bed so it was just him and I in the living room.

We put on a movie and we start flirting and stuff back and forth and he ends up kissing me and stuff so we like cuddle and make out for the rest of the movie. He stays until 3:30 so I finally end up going to bed at like 4:30 ish because I’m just flipping out over us kissing. I wake up pretty early the next day so I had like 5ish hours of sleep. Then Tuesday all the girls were hanging and I stay up late and wake up early again. So I have another night of 5 hours then it’s Wednesday so it’s date night. I get dressed and nervous and what not and we have a cute date. He took me to this Chinese place he loves then we came back home and hung out. We went to Walmart with Magen and Carrie Grace for awhile. Everyone goes to bed so we go to my room and we make out and talk until 3:30 again. The issue is, I have to wake up at 5 because we’re going to 6 flags.

It wasnt an entire issue though because honestly I would have let him stay until 5. So I have one hour of sleep and get ready and go to six flags. We talk through out the day and then I invite him over after we get back. I hop in the shower and I just randomly get this overwhelming feeling that he is going to end things with me and that he doesn’t really like me that much. I tell Magen and she like calms me down and what not. So we’re all hanging out and he’s not acting any differently or anything but I’m still low key freaking out that he’s gonna end things. We watch disjointed and this scene comes on where this dude tries weed for the first time. He has issues with depression and ptsd so they show this like cartoon depiction of the weed like going into his body and brain but it ends with these like unsettling images and it just took me directly back to the night I was high at Anna’s and realized what had happened with Colton. So I try to shake that off and what not. After that episode ends, Magen goes to bed so Koby and I go to my room. After a few minutes we start making out and I start feeling panicky because I’m thinking about Colton and Koby and I are kissing and he’s touching me. I get to where like I almost can’t breathe so I get off of him and sit at the foot of my bed as far from him as I can and try to catch my breath. I try to like play it off but he can tell that I’m freaking out so he’s like asking what’s wrong.

I tell him nothing so he was like well come here and cuddle me so I do. And he’s like are you sure nothings wrong, and I say yes but he said that I hesitated. So I tell him like, look koby, it’s a really big thing like it’s a big deal. I’m just trying to like not tell him what happened. But he wants to know so I literally say “so we were watching disjointed and they were showing that guy getting high then having the like PTSD episode and it took me back to when I was high at Anna’s a few months ago and realized that back in November I had gone to rounders and gotten drugged and you can assume what happened from there.” I just really didn’t want to say the word to him. He like paused for a second then asked if he could hug me and I said yes.

He basically said that he was sorry that it had happened to me and that he had friends who had gone through similar situations and that he never wanted to make me feel uncomfortable and what not. And he had said that to me before that night had happened too. We keep talking and stuff for awhile and he mentions that he didn’t want to rush anything and make stuff official because he wanted to take things slow and do it right because he didn’t want to fuck things up. He stayed until 3 again (I’m really trying to emphasize the lack of sleep I got) and I had to wake up at 8 to go back to winfield because my dad and I were suppose to go to South Carolina to go white water rafting.

I lock the door behind him and I can’t even make it to my room before I start crying. I like go to my room and ball my eyes out for almost an hour before my exhaustion kicks in and I fall asleep. So I sleep for like 4 hours, wake up, pack my shit, and drive home. I stop at Jacks and get a biscuit and coffee. And I love Jack’s breakfast like normally I down my biscuit within 5 minutes of getting it not even exaggerating. But I’m so sick over what happened the night before that I’m shaking the whole drive and I don’t even touch my biscuit until I’m out of Tuscaloosa. And even then I only ate half of it. I cry the whole way home because I’m freaking out because that’s the first time that I’ve been in a situation where I had I guess like a flash back almost to Colton. Because we were even in a position that Colton and I were in when I freaked out so that didn’t help.

And I was freaking out that Koby was gonna end things and think I’m dumb or weird or crazy or lying or something idk but it scared me because I really like him and I’m just really afraid of being alone because I hate it and I felt like I ruined my chances with being with him because of my freak out and Even though I knew deep down that I was glad he said he wanted to take things slow and not make anything official I was also afraid that he had said that because he basically already had one foot out the door. So by the time I make it home I had made myself so sick that I had to throw my car in park and swing my door open and I dry heaved twice into my front lawn. Nothing came out but I felt so upset and sick. I was at home for an hour before I was suppose to have lunch with my parents. I calm myself down then go to where we’re having lunch. I get my food and I’m still so sick that I don’t even pick up my silverware. I tell my parents that I ate breakfast late and that I will eat my food later.

I was texting Magen and Carrie Grace the whole morning about everything that had happened. I’m honestly surprised I didn’t text you. I think I was just so overwhelmed and you weren’t here so I didn’t even think about it. Well I’m sitting in the restaurant and I get a text from Magen and I’m reading it and feel myself start to get overwhelmed again so I tell my parents I’m going to the bathroom. Well someone is in there so I stand outside trying to calm myself down but I start crying so I walk outside of the restaurant and sit on a bench outside. I try to stop crying but I can’t so I just try to stay quiet. I finally call my mom and tell her to bring my keys and meet me at my car. We sit in the parking lot and I explained to her what happened. My dad and brother ended up heading back home while we were talking. She like comforted me and told me I should talk to my counselor soon. She tells me that if I don’t feel like going on the trip that dad would understand. I tell her that I don’t think I will go.

I drive her back to work then cry the rest of the way home. I get back and hug my dad and tell him that I don’t feel like going. I go to my room and sleep for 5 hours. I get up and go tell me dad everything that happened. My mom gets back home so we eat dinner then I go back to my room. Im messaging Koby and he asks if we had made it to South Carolina and I told him that we weren’t going because I wasn’t feeling well. He asked what not feeling well meant. I basically said that I was freaking out over what had happened last night and that I hadn’t talked to him much about it but that he was the first guy I’ve talked to since I realized what happened and that everyday is like a process for me and that I know this is a lot and that he didn’t ask for any of this and that if he wanted to go back to being friends that we could and it wouldn’t change anything between us. I also said that he didn’t do anything to make me uncomfortable, this is just kinda my life now.

And he just like straight up said that he like me for me and that nothing I said had changed his mind about anything. He said that he was an open book with me and that he wanted me to be one with him. He said that he wanted to go through this process with me but if that I felt like I could only handle a friendship that he would be willing to do that. I told him that I really liked the pace that we were going at now and that I would be as open as possible with him and that if he had any questions I would be willing to answer them. So that eased a lot of my anxieties and stuff and since I’ve been back everything has been so natural and wonderful with him.

I’ve gotten to see him at least for a little bit everyday and like nothing has made me happier. We haven’t really had the chance to talk about it in person because he has band camp all week but I assume we will soon. I just feel really lucky that I’m going through this with him and I really like being with him. He makes me feel so comfortable and he and I have been friends since last summer so we know a good bit about each other and I feel like our personalities click so well together. I literally can’t say enough about how happy I am that we’re together (even if we aren’t official yet).