#I don’t really care cause it wasn’t like it was a solo or anything

[oneirataxia-haechan]

They get jealous of another member

Pairing: Enhypen hyung line x reader best friend Genre: Some angst with much fluff, and jealousy ofc Authors note: Reader is on the tall side for Jake's

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Heeseung

Jealous of Sunoo

Sunoo is your literal sunshine. All of Enhypen knows this, even Sunoo himself. You always give everyone compliments on performances wheather it be on stage, EN-O’CLOCK or even just aeygo in general. Overall, these praises are always pretty equal among the boys. If Sunoo happens to recieve a few more than the rest of the boys, it’s usually not a problem because they know how much you adore him. It has never come up that any of the boys get jealous of Sunoo until you overheard Niki talking about an issue with Sunghoon.

“Have you noticed Heeseung being jealous of Sunoo recently?” Sunghoon questioned the maknae.

“Yeah, he seems to be trying extra hard to be cute in front of Y/n.” Was all you got as you passed by them. You decided to speak with Heeseung when you could. 

Before you got the chance, of course it was Sunoo’s turn for his solo shoot. Heeseung sat with you, hoping to hear the things you were saying about Sunoo, so he could try and get the same comments when it was his turn. After he was done Heeseung was up and he was being a try hard, everyone could easily tell. You were laughing with the younger members about something that Sunoo did during his shooting. Heeseung and his overthinking assuming you were all laughing at him. He then got very serious while finishing his solo shots. You were shouting different things, but he felt that the amount increased only when he was serious, compared to him acting cute. Things like ‘Heeseung is so handsome!’ ’The oldest member but looks so young!’ ‘Wow he can do serious so well, I’m impressed!’ 

Typically he’d melt over these compliments but today they felt condesening. Heeseung just couldn’t understand why you were no longer complimenting him on anything cute or fun he does like you used to. Not to say you never did, but it was definetly more of a every now and then, rather than frequently like you do for the rest of the boys. You truly didn’t think of it bothering him, especially since he was still recieving praises from you. Once he was done he came over to all of you and asked how you thought he did, answering honestly you stated.

“You were very handsome and had amazing model poses!” Hearing this he could only sigh and walk away.

You gave the boys a weird look of confusion not understanding what you did wrong at the moment. You were about to follow him when Niki stopped you.

“Give him a minute before you go talk to him, okay?” You knew he was probably right so you nodded and waited a second as the overthinking beginning. You were truly so worried that he was so upset he might not even want to speak to you, but you have to try. After you gave him a few minutes you then went to see where his energy randomly ran off to, hoping it wasn’t your fault. Maybe he was just a bit tired, right? Maybe you overheard Niki and Sunghoon incorrectly?

“Heeseung?” You said softly behind him, putting your hand on his shoulder as he turned toward you.

“Yes? Are you here to tell me how handsome I am again? Well I don’t care.” You were a bit thrown off by the words that left his mouth especially the ‘I don’t care’ part. His tone was very bitter as well, but it sounded more hurt rather than trying to chastise you.

“You don’t care about my compliments? Maybe I’ll just keep them to myself anyways.” You were really over his weird mood recently, specifically for today. Not wanting to come off rude didn’t work, feeling a bit perturbed by his response.

“That’s not-“ He cut himself off, immediately being slapped with guilt, then began again. 

“Do you think I’m cute?” He questioned, looking at your shoes in embarrassment. His voice so soft you almost needed to ask him to repeat himself. This caused you to laugh at the unexpected question. He looked defeated watching you laugh in response.

“Forget I-“ He said as you cut him off this time.

“When did I ever say you weren’t cute?” Heeseung stood there for a second, having not antisipated for this question from you.

“You just never really say anything about me being or acting cute like you do the other boys.” You tilted your head as you lifted his chin making sure he was looking in your eyes.

“Is this about the comments I make towards Sunoo?” He was completely silent and looked down again.

“Lee Heeseung.” His head immediatley shot up, looking you in the eyes, still not seeming like he was going to answer.

“Fine act like a jealous baby, but just so you know Sunoo told me he gets jealous of me calling you handsome and praising your seriousness.” He immediately smirked.

“Really..?” You laughed lightly with relief.

“Yes, I’ve been trying to work on making the comments more equal. Obviously that hasn’t been working well for me recently.” He pulled you in for an apologetic hug knowing he should just appreciate you and your comments in general. 

Jay

Jealous of Sunghoon

Sunghoon was so excited to be going skating with you and the boys. It wasn’t ice skating but any skating will do I guess. You had talked with him on the way there about how bad you were at skating and how you’ve tried before, with no luck. Jay would bud into the conversation saying he was also not very good and knew nothing really. Sunghoon could only laugh at you both, saying he’d try and help you when we got there. Once you guys arrived you all got your skates on and began trying to skate. You were hugging the wall with Niki, Jay, and Jake. Sunghoon decided to come over and help you first, holding onto your hands, instructing you with tips to make it easier for you to pick up. You were doing really well so he let go of your hands. You made it about 5 feet before almost falling, Sunghoon catching you in his arms. Jay saw laughing at you, but quickly stopped when he realized you were in Sunghoon’s arms. This closeness was not a new sight, but something about seeing you both so close today, sparked some jealousy. Sunghoon then decided it was a good time to leave you after a few more laps with his assistance. He went over to Jay to help him out like he did for you. You stayed close to them just in case you needed help, but you also wanted to see Jay best you could. He would crack some jokes, which would usually having your stomach hurting, but you were too distracted by Sunghoon. Watching him skate was so breathtaking, but watching him teach just made your heart smile. At one point Sunghoon let go of Jay which went well for around 1 lap by himself. Then Jay noticed you staring at Sunghoon again. This caused him to stumble and fall, everyone noticing as an instructor came to his rescue. As he was getting back up he had noticed you laughing at him when usually you’d come check on him. He loved making you laugh but he felt like you were too in awh of Sunghoon to care. He felt like you were laughing at him, making fun of him. Coming from you specifically, this hurt him in a new place. Shortly after he left the floor to sit down something happened, causing Sunghoon to fall. You made your way over to him to make sure he was okay, only lightly laughing. Nothing like when his hyung fell, which was a gigantic bomb to Jay's ego. Everyone ended up taking a break, finally joining Jay, who had been sitting alone following his fall. You sat next to Sunghoon and Heeseung, asking the younger of the two again if he was okay. ‘Of course.’ Jay thought seeing this. ‘The 2 best skaters here. I wish Y/n wouldn’t have made fun of my fall, but their laugh is music to my ears.’ He sighed, Jake noticing next to him, causing him to look in your direction to see what he was sighing at. You also noticed his sigh and his pouty face, not thinking much of it. You decided to go talk with Jay while the other boys went back to skating. 

“Jay are you okay?” You asked genuinely, giggling a bit thinking about the events from before. He sighed with hurt. 

“Why don’t you go check on the pro again? I don’t need your pity.”

“Jay-“ You tried to explain.

“No. I don’t like being laughed at like that. You waiting almost an hour to check up on me but checked on the guy that knows what he’s doing right after he fell. I get it, I-“

“Jongseong stop.” You said sharply but in a whisper so you wouldn’t draw any attention to you both. 

“Oh like when you stopped laughing at me. Or when you stopped worrying about being so in awh of Sunghoon over caring about me?” He snapped back quickly. His voice was so harsh, yet so hurt.

“Jay I-“ Cutting yourself off you sighed. Deciding to just choose a silent apology laying your head on his shoulder, and holding his hand. He laid his head against yours, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“See this is the special treatment I deserve over Sunghoon.” He joked, making you giggle into his shoulder.

“Now let’s go try this again. Together.” Jay smiled, liking the sound of your new plan.

"Just know if you fall I'm not going to hold back, it's only fair." He joked, flashing you a bright smile.

Jake

Jealous of Niki

Enhypen’s choreographer decided to have them do another duet style dance, similar to bite me. You happen to be a backup dancer for Hybe but don’t usually get paired with them since you guys are so close. When they heard the news that you’d be getting to finally dance with them, they were all immediately excited. This excitment faded as quickly as it had appeared as they all slowly began to realize you would only get to dance with one of them. Since you were on the taller side compared to the other dancers, you had a feeling you’d be paired with either Heeseung or Niki. When the pairings were announced in front of all of you, of course your partner was announced first. Everyone was still staying optimistic about getting you as their partner, then the choreographer finally spoke. 

“Being paired with Y/n is…” You could see each member leaning in, waiting for the answer they all hoped for.

“Niki!” Niki flashed the biggest smile and ran over to you, bringing you in for a hug. 

As his celebration was occuring you noticed all the other boys reactions to the news. All the other members looked bummed but not as upset as Jake seemed to be. You were surprised he looked so upset since he was considered short for you, pairing wise. He looked a little heart broken over it though. After the first time seeing the cheorography you guys got a break to talk amongst yourseleves, you of course went to check on the aussie.

“Jake..?” You lightly whispered not wanting to spook him since his back was facing you. He quickly turned around, recognizing the voice, and took your hands in his.

“Y/n! Hi, congrats on getting to dance with our talented baby!” His voice sounded hurt, but he was trying to sound happy for you both. Trying? Well he was happy for the maknae, truly, he just couldn’t help but feel jealous.

“You aren’t too upset about me being paired with Niki, right?” You softly questioned.

“Of course not! I do think the height rule is a little lame since I’ve worn shoes with height before. Of course this time they seem to forget about those I guess.” He said with lots of nervous laughter.

“Well I-“ You were cut off by a voice as they walked up to you both.

“Hey Y/n, I’m so excited to dance with you! Jake I hope you aren’t too jealous!” Niki teased. You smiled at the maknae, watching Jake’s expression. As soon as Niki looked away from him his once forced smile turned into a very sour face. A very jealous one. 

“Well, I’ll leave you both alone while we still have some time before we start practicing.” Niki said as he walked away to mess with another member. Jake didn’t say anything, he could only stare at the back of Niki in frustration.

“Jake..?” You said, inturrupting his lazer focus.

“Hmm? Yes? What were you saying before?” He asked looking into your eyes as his expression completely changed, softening up for you. You nervously cleared your throat.

“I was going to say I noticed you seemed more bummed than the other boys about the pairing decision.” He was silent for a few moments, looking almost like a deer in headlights.

“Oh did I? I did really want to dance with you, we all did, but I’m fine with the result.” He claimed, flashing you his signiture sweet smile.

As he finished his sentence you all got called to begin the first practice. Practicing went on for a bit and since you both were close the teacher decided to use you and Niki as an example for the other pairs. At certain points the choreographer would be explaing something while you both were in a position, able to see yourselves in the mirror. Noticing Jake’s face, full of disappointment and jealous rage, you felt so guilty somehow. As you were lost in thought you noticed his eyes directly on you both now, instead of the teacher. He was staring at your partner specifically. He was beginning to burn holes into the back of Niki’s head as you brushed the maknaes hair with your hand. Catching Jake's attention he looked at you, not expecting your eyes to meet, quickly looking away.

After practiced finished Jake kind of avoided going near you, in hopes you’d forget how he had acted before. He really tried not to be jealous but it wasn’t working in his favor. As you said your goodbyes to the other boys and dancers you noiced he had already left the room. You ran into him in the hallway with his hood up, sitting against the wall, and looking down at his lap. You quietly sat next to him putting your head on his shoulder. 

“Please don’t distance yourself from me or Niki during this. Feeling jealous is okay and we won’t be upset if you are.” You said, placing a comforting hand on his leg. You could feel him sigh deeply.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, it just feels so unfair. Only because you aren’t shorter than me.”

“That may not have been their only reasoning, don’t think so negatively Jakey.” He sighed again, this one sounding deeper and more frustrated than before. You lifted your head off his shoulder and rubbed his back. He knew you were right, of course, he just hated feeling so jealous.

“We could always practice together when we’re not with the group.” You suggested, hoping he’d feel a bit better. He began lifting his head and looked at you with pink cheeks.

“That would be fun! Thanks.” He said smiling ear to ear.

“Don’t forget your heels!” You said teasingly as he giggled.

Sunghoon

Jealous of Jay

The boys decided to invite you to an EN-O’CLOCK episode where you got to participate. All of you were excited but Sunghoon was especially excited. This episode centered around fashion and creating outfits. Bonus points for making you and the other boys laugh as well. He was feeling pretty confident about this challenge since you always gave him many compliments on his style, swearing you’re his biggest hype man. In order to make it completely fair you’ll be judging without knowing who styled which outfit. He figured he had this in the bag until he heard the comments you were making about some of the competition. One in particular was seeming to be your favorite, not his but Jay’s. You had also been laughing quite a lot at his jokes compared to the other boys,  especially Sunghoon. It was starting to look like Jay was going to win. As your top choice was announced, Sunghoon’s already faded smile was now completley gone. 

After the episode ended he went to find you to talk about the day but he found you with today’s winner. He began to easedrop a bit.

“You were hilarious as always, I think I need to start asking you for fashion tips now.” Somehow you asking about fashion had become you and Sunghoon’s thing. Now you were asking the ‘oh so funny’ Jay for advice. As much as he hates to admit it, this stung like hell for him. Once you were done speaking with Jay you went looking for Sunghoon, wondering where he disappeared to. He was gone comepletely. You then began to look for him, asking everyone if they had seen him. One staff member mentioned something about him stepping outside, which worried you because it was freezing today. You threw your coat on, grabbing a blanket to take just in case. Walking outside you noticed him standing with his back to the door, staring off into the distance. Not noticing you he barely flinched at the motion of you wrapping the blanket around him.

“Hoon let’s go back inside it’s freezing out here.” He took the blanket off his shoulders, handing it back to you.

“Park Sunghoon!” You said with despiration. 

“It isn’t fashionable enough. You may ask Jay how he’d style it.” You scoffed.

“Are you seriously being a sore loser and acting childish right now?” Catching his attention with your choice of words, he finally looked at you.

“Don’t do this Hoon, it was just a silly challenge. You are still my #1 fashion expert, okay?” He cracked a secret smile as he wrapped you both in the blanket, heading back inside. As you were both heading back into the warmth, you decided to mention something. “You know Hoon, Jay did mention something about watching you and your style recently.” Sunghoon smiled, knowing even if it wasn’t true, you said it to make him feel better.

maknae lines here

[rosicheeks]

How did the choir gig (idk what to call it) go? Were you able to hit that high note? You mentioned you might have anxiety.

Ehhhhhh it was alright 😂

[wonysugar]

going down on a dork || aeri uchinaga

synopsis : giselle, a camgirl, decides to make a dork a special guest on her page.

pairing : camgirl!giselle x bicurious!femreader

genre : smut

tags : cunnilingus, lots of it i think, mentions of fingering, mentions of hetero sex? sorry LMFAO, fem reader is implied to be bicurious, kissing, making out, giselle records this shit on her old gen macbook, we love an aesthetic queen, anyways yeah lesbian sex that’s about it really

word count : 1.9k

a/n : 4am… I TOLD YALL I COULD DO IT!😭😭but yeah uhm here you gooo i kinda don’t really care about it..? like yeah i wrote this butjfrjjf that’s about it… not one of my bests! like honestly this was not worth the wait i made y’all go throughfjdmdn I’M SORRY🙏but yeah erm i’ll proofread tomorrow cause rn i’m fighting demons to not close my eyesss gootnight love y’all or whateva

btw sorry for the thing at the end LMFAOAO i got the idea and just had to, i sincerely apologize

“alright.”

the familiar girl, known online as giselle, backed away from the macbook, grin on her face, and sat back down on the bed with another person, eyeing them excitedly.

“alright.” repeated the other girl, fidgeting with her hands nervously as she sat up, before adding on, “c-can they see me?” earning laughter from the content creator before her.

“oh they’ll definitely see you, just not your face, obviously.” 

the stranger, labeled as the dork in the title of the video, seemed to be somewhat relieved by those words and allowed herself to relax more, leaning back onto the comfy bed and putting all of her weight onto the back of her arms. by getting comfortable, her neck now came into frame, her hair length became visible. 

“so,” giselle spoke softly, her eyes switching back and forth between fixing on the girl’s eyes and lips, that is, with a playful grin. “you excited?” 

that earned a nervous giggle from said girl, “honestly? not even sure what i agreed to do.” 

truth is, this was a recurring thing for the camgirl, and it would be a lie to say that she wasn’t known on campus for that exact reason, especially by a particular subgroup of girls; she, a lesbian, spends her freetime interesting other women, whether they’re bicurious or simply just bored, into having (mostly oral) sex with her, whilst also being consensually recorded in the act so she can diffuse it online, later on. that was her whole internet thing, among the more solo-esque type of content she put out every now and then.

she gave a respective codename to each girl, as to make sure they stay completely anonymous whilst also giving them a tiny description, something for the viewers to go off of. multiple examples of those immediately come to mind; cheerleader, mom, hell, one of them is even straight up called woman in stem.

now, she had great amounts of fun with all of them, obviously, and all of those one-time occurrences contributed in making her a couple of bucks due to the number of views, nothing to complain about. but in all honesty, they were all just girls at the end of the day. this girl? she couldn’t quite place her finger on what it was, but there was something about her, something that exhilarated giselle.

she knew she was gonna have a lot more fun with this dork, and it definitely showed through her giddy-like expression when she spoke to her, she was by far the most entertaining one she’s ever had to partake with, and she hadn’t even done anything to her yet.

yet.

despite the under-average quality of the macbook giselle always filmed her videos with, anybody could guess that due to the setting, the initial rendezvous was a cozy study session, with nothing but the slight yet bright daytime sunshine breaking into the room through the mostly curtain-covered windows.

the title foreshadowed it all, however, and all it took were those uncertain words to make giselle want to turn that short conversation, this whole hangout, into something else, something more. she crawled closer and pressed her lips against the dork’s. the kiss was slow and gentle, as well as being the only thing audible in the silent room at that moment. 

she pulled away from the first contact, then softly spoke out a “you’ll figure it out eventually.” loud enough that the shitty microphone picked it up, before leaning back in again, this time in a comfier position as to properly straddle the nervous girl that was under her.

to the latter’s own surprise, she returned the kiss that was placed on her lips; it was clear she would’ve wanted to do more than just sit there and take it, easier said than done. she wished to actually allow her own hands to explore giselle on a deeper, more personal level, essentially getting accustomed to the feeling of having her body in this close of a proximity to hers, but alas, that wasn’t going to happen for a while, especially since that would officially mark the day that she’s ever touched another girl in such a suggestive manner. the laptop camera recording their every move just further added onto the feeling.

giselle knew that, though, the nervousness that radiated from the girl she intertwined her lips with was so thick in the air that she could practically touch it if she tried. “come on, pretty girl, relax.” she whispered to the girl in between kisses. it obviously didn’t take long after that for the kiss to get hungrier and more heated, which eventually resulted in having her slowly slide down to the dork’s neck, now dragging her lips across and planting messy kisses there, as well as leaving gentle suckles and nibbles. “it’s just you and me.” she added, her hot breath on the girl’s skin.

if giselle were asked to describe that day in full detail, she’d spend at least ten whole minutes gushing and rambling about how fucking good that girl smelled.

the latter seemingly let go and eventually left all of the work to the more experienced woman, taking in all of what was being put on her, slowly learning to ride on the waves of intimacy. soon enough, a content giselle slowly ran her hand up the girl’s graphic tee and reached for the back of her bra, attempting to unhook it with one hand.

which, she successfully did, by the way; muscle memory always came in handy in instances like these.

much to the other girl’s disappointment, giselle pulled away from her attention-deprived neck, breathing heavily as she looked down at the already somewhat visible markings, admiring her work. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

confusion now occupied the majority of the dork’s fuzzy mind, “n-no..” she replied, still shaken up by the mere, previous things the pink haired woman had done to her already, “i wouldn’t be doing this if i did.”

giselle smiled, amused by that answer, eyes hooded with nothing but intent and lust as she stared, “then, are you talking to anybody?”

“well…” responded the other reluctantly, now thinking more carefully as to figure out what exactly to call the strange relationship she held with the boy whose face popped up in her mind. “i-i guess you could say that.” 

giselle traced circles around the nervous girl’s stomach, hand slipped under that tee, with her black and white acrylic nails, feline-like gaze still fixed on her lips. “when was the last time you saw him?”

“..yesterday.”

“yeah?” she asked for confirmation, slightly tilting her head in query before subtly leaning closer, “tell me about it.”

“well,” started the girl, looking away as her hands found and held onto anything, her fingers fidgeting some more and playing with the bedsheets she was laying on, twisting, pulling, keeping her muscles busy. she felt like she had to use her entire brain power to recall the elements of the past evening and properly form them into words. she had barely succeeded,  “h-he asked if he could come over, i said yes, obviously, and we… uhm—”

thrown off by the sudden movement of hands slowly pulling down her sweatpants, she went silent and turned back to the girl in front of her as she tried to compose her untamed thoughts. 

“you..?” 

“right.” visibly distracted by the risky contact, the girl further struggled to speak, “w-we.. uh, we had sex.”

giselle smiled knowingly, “well no shit, genius.” 

giggling as she now had completely taken off the sweatpants of the person laying before her, she continued, “i meant in detail; i wanna know everything.”

“oh.” sighed out the girl, both in relief of finally feeling giselle’s hands on her deprived skin again and in thought.

the pink haired chuckled, clearly excited.

this was exciting, both for the viewers and the two parties involved.

the video cut to a more intense scene, the somewhat awkward tension having evaporated into the air and leaving more space for hunger, and desire.

“m-mmh—“ 

with a long, slow and almost painful swipe of the tongue, giselle managed to completely obliterate the girl’s train of thought yet again, leaving her a whimpering mess. the taste of her slick coating the entire surface of her tongue.

“just from one lick? fuck..” she lowly whispered into her cunt, practically to herself, slowly panting into it like a hyperactive dog would. she carefully spread the slightly swollen, moist with slick lips as she stared. it was so pretty, all exposed, wet and vulnerable for her.

she made her feel this way.

and because of it, she couldn’t help but want to give it another taste.

“come on, keep telling.” she reminded the girl with a smirk, who happened to have covered her mouth with the back of her hand, “i’m dying to know more, you know?”

that’s when she fully leaned into said girl’s core, tongue first; leaving gentle kisses and suckles all around the very clearly aroused bundle of nerves before going to town. it was hard to see the details, but it definitely wasn’t hard to hear them and what was going. 

every wet sound, every kiss, every lick, every suckle, every noise that forced itself out of giselle’s throat; all of it was audible.

“h-he ate me out...” softly moaned the girl, now practically biting on her hand to muffle as much noise as she could. this was a college dorm, after all. “he had his lips around my clit a-and his fingers curling inside of me and— fuck.”

giselle was visibly smiling against the girl’s core before pulling away for a quick moment, “if it weren’t for my nails, i would’ve fingered you as soon as you laid on this bed, baby girl.”

giselle would never do that for any of the other girls, her videos consisted of cunnilingus and cunnilingus only.

perhaps the dork was one of a kind?

“i know..” she responded hazily, her voice hoarse and shaky, “you w-would’ve done it better than him.”

“that’s right.” that earned a smile from the pink haired, a prideful and cocky one, “you know me so well, don’t you?”

“mhm.” she said, letting out a whine as she nodded in response to feeling the camgirl’s mouth on her. her body slightly jolted with each contact, the way giselle’s tongue maneuvered around her fragile flower, experience and familiarity showing through her movements and eye contact, even through the way she held onto the dork’s thighs. 

the girl kept telling, essentially recalling every little detail about how the boy fucked her. that, despite being fucked out of her right mind and forgetting how to form words properly.

all of those events were enough to drive the girl closer to the edge after a while.

“ae—“ she stopped mid-sentence and quickly corrected herself, “—giselle i’m about to c-cum..”

the camgirl kept doing what she did best, if not more intensely than previously. she needed to see that pretty girl cum her brains out all over her mouth. she was gonna make it happen numerous times if she was presented the opportunity.

giselle needed to see how even prettier the girl looked when she came.

the orgasm itself hit her like a truck, a loud one at that. she had unconsciously grabbed a fistful of giselle’s hair and pushed her head closer to her pussy, grinding on her and riding out her excess of dopamine. 

the girl eventually let go, and the video ended after the camgirl pulled away and sat back up, staring at the girl. both of them looking at each other and giggling together, giselle’s dimples more prominent than ever. 

maybe they giggled from nervousness? maybe it was from excitement? 

one thing was for sure, though, giselle was quick to book an appointment with her nail tech as soon as she could.

[sweetshuga]

That One Autumn Evening ✰ MS

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

Hooking up at a mutual friend’s party.

Warnings! Smut!, strong language!, obscene descriptions, pet name (pretty), oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v (unprotected), overstimulation, size kink (kinda), praise kink (kinda), etc.

wc. 1.4k

notes. English is not my first language! Prologue to Keep it on

The music blared throughout the house, drowning out your thoughts. A solo cup in your hand that you occasionally took a sip from—even though you knew you had one too many tonight. Most of your friends had already gone home, having excused themselves saying they had work or just weren’t up for a crazy hangover tomorrow.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about anything at the moment. You had just broken up with your boyfriend of 2 years, over an argument about the dress you were gonna wear to this exact party you stood in, gulping down drink after drink.

The pouring rain outside contrasted starkly to the liveliness in the house, but it matched your mood all too well. The stormy weather was almost blanked out by the darkness looming over due to the late hours, but the sound of pattering droplets of rain kept reminding you of the turmoil outside, and in you.

Well, you and your boyfriend started to have a strain in your relationship from the second year mark so it wasn’t really a surprise when he broke up with you tonight; it was inevitable. Everything you did seemed to make him either annoyed or somehow even pissed off, which was completely unreasonable since all you wanted was his attention.

"He’s a fucking scumbag, always was, only you saw him through rose-colored glass," your friend held your hand, slurring her words as she spoke. A bitter scoff left your lips before you chugged the rest of the mix of alcohols that you didn’t even recognise the names of. "I know, don’t remind me," you mumbled, trying to keep your words from slurring.

One of your friends suddenly clutched your arms, and with wide eyes she whispered, "holy fuck, there’s a crazy hot guy approaching us, you have to at least get his number, forget about that dumb ex of yours— just act flirty okay?" She slurred. "What?" You answered dumbly.

You looked back when you felt a tap on your shoulder, locking eyes with a blue eyed brunette with a charming smile. "Yes?" The guy chuckled, "you’re really pretty," he said bluntly, the alcohol in his system fueling his confidence.

You just stood there and blinked at him for a good minute before your intoxicated self acknowledged what he said, straightening up as a smirk made its way onto your lips. "You’re not bad looking yourself, and nice chain," you said pointing at your own collar, indicating to the silver chain – with a horse pendant – around his neck.

He laughed softly and looked down at his chain briefly before raking his gaze over your body appraisingly, leaning in as he whispered in your ear, "you up for a more quiet talk?" A smile curved up your lips and you nodded, telling your friends you’ll be back.

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The way up the second floor stairs and into a spare bedroom was a blur, followed by giggles and muffled sounds of clothes hitting the floor.

Your giggles turned into breathy sighs as he kissed your bare skin, trailing his lips down the valley between your tits and leaving a few wet kisses there before going lower. Humming in appreciation to your body as he licked a stripe down your pelvis, causing your breath to hitch.

Matt chuckled when he noticed you squirm under his attention, slowly parting your thighs with his hands, "you’re so pretty, m��gonna eat this pussy so good—so pretty," he murmured before diving down. Your eyes rolled back briefly the moment his tongue made contact with your throbbing clit, a breathy moan escaped through your parted lips.

"Mhm... so sensitive ain’t you, pretty?" he mumbled against your flesh, causing vibrations that made your hips buck against his face, a whine leaving your lips. "Fuck... feels so good—yeah, just like that, oh fu—ck," you moaned as he plunged two long digits into your spasming walls, curling them just right.

His fingers and mouth worked in tandem, making that knot in your lower abdomen tighter with each lick and stroke. Your moans grew louder as you squirmed against his face—only to be held down by his free hand, eliciting a sob of pleasure from you.

"Can’t—m’gonna, gonna—shit, shit, shit," you moaned loudly, your fingers clutching on his hair for dear life as a powerful orgasm washed over you. The intoxication of the alcohol in your system made it all the more intense as you struggled to come down from your high, and the way his tongue flicked over your oversensitized bud of nerves didn’t help one bit.

He sucked hard on your clit and started to pound his fingers into you, intentionally curling his fingers upwards. "Wait—shit, i’m gonna—oh fuck, fuck—" you moaned loudly, almost wailing as you squirted all over his face, the sensation bordering on too much.

Your body went limp on the bed, your breathing ragged as you tried to comprehend the earth-shattering orgasm you just had. Matt wiped his face with the back of his hand, rising up your body, nudging his painfully hard erection against your pelvis.

Despite your obvious sensitivity and almost overstimulating experience, you found yourself wrapping your legs around his torso, beckoning him closer—to which he gladly did.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, "shh—you were so good, so good fo’me... you think you can go a bit more, pretty?" he murmured against your lips. "Yeah... just slowly, please," you whispered, your voice dying on you due to overuse.

He whispered soft praises and sweet nothings in your ear as he slowly pushed inside you, keeping a steady but slow pace. "Just like that, keep those pretty eyes on me and just feel alright?" He whispered, his lips trailing along your jaw and down your neck—ending at your collarbone where he left hickeys.

He made sure to be gentle even in his intoxicated state, knowing you were as drunk as, if not more than, him. His pace was unhurried but the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix with each thrust, grinding his hips whenever he bottomed out, making you whimper.

"Shit, you’re so big," you moaned, unable to think of anything but the thick girth inside you. Your walls fluttered around him, and each time he pulled back he would let out a groan at the way your pussy seemed to suck him in.

"Fuck—you like how big I am?" He rasped, and all you could do was nod, muttering a soft "yes" to which he groaned aloud. "Fuu—ck that’s dangerous," he mumbled, closing his eyes to hold on to that last bit of control, but the damage was already done.

His pace quickened, his hands gripped your knees and pushed them up, almost folding you in half as he started to pound into you. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix with bruising force each time, making you clutch onto him and the bedspread, your eyes wide as you moaned loudly.

He groaned loudly before smashing his lips against yours, swallowing your desperate cries of pleasure. The sound of the bedframe slamming against the wall rivalled with the sound of his hips slamming against yours.

The bed creaked beneath you, and your moans grew louder when he suddenly changed his angle, hitting that spot that made you see sparks. Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure threatened to consume you whole.

You jolted awake, sitting upright as you took in your surroundings, clutching your head at the severe pounding in your head. "Fuck, shouldn’t have drank so much..." Your hoarse voice trailed off when you noticed your nakedness under the covers.

Your mouth gaped as you tried to make sense of anything at all, but the hangover was preventing you from thinking even the slightest bit.

A slight movement beside you caught you off guard, and your gaze travelling to the guy sleeping beside you. His back was facing you—full of red marks, undeniable scratch marks. A soft flush creeped up your face at the sight.

You tentatively reached over and gently shook his shoulder. "Hey..." You tried to say but your voice was too hoarse and quiet so you opted to just get out of there before he woke up, but not before you wrote a small note, leaving it on the pillow next to him.

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Matt woke up a bit later, turning around just to be met with—no one. His eyebrows furrowed, he was sure he had hooked up with someone, "did I have a wet dream or something?" He mumbled to himself. Sitting upright on the bed before his gaze landed on the note beside him.

His face broke into a huge grin as he read the note, a soft chuckle escaping through his lips. You had written your name and phone number on the note, and had marked it with your lipstick stain.

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Isa's notes. Yeah... I know I haven't been posting, but what can I say? School has started and I'm in grade 12 (senior year) sooo I have a lot of things to do at the moment:( Also, I made so many jump cuts just because I was too lazy to write it all 😃

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© sweetshuga

[dae-chwiita]

Blood Stained Words

Pairing : Jongho x reader

Summary : Jongho hasn’t talked to you in month since you got a boyfriend, but when he see’s him getting touchy with you while you’re uncomfortable, he stops thinking and it quickly escalate, ending up on the sidewalk with you having to hold bloody tissues to his face.

Warning : insults, some arguing and fighting, really really long oops but other than that PURE FLUFF

A/N : so, this is my first long fic this might be really bad I’m so sorry y'all🙏 also my first Jongho fic?!! I’m scared this will flop because my boy seems so unpopular, i see barely any solo fic of him so i hope the three Jongho x reader enjoyer will come trough on this one😔 I’ve been spending way too much time on this so, not really proofread, sorry ‘bout that, they will be some mistake guys! hope you’ll enjoy this even if I’m scared this is BAD we’ll see ig

The club was a blur of neon lights and throbbing music, but Jongho’s mind was miles away. It wasn’t the chaos around him that consumed him—it was you. He watched as you laughed with Wooyoung and Yunho, the sound of your voice floating above the bass of the music, causing his chest to ache. There was a sadness in his heart, a quiet longing that grew stronger each time you smiled, each time you touched Mingi’s arm, each time he saw the way your attention shifted away from him.

It had been months since he had allowed his feelings for you to surface. Months of pretending, of watching from the sidelines as you moved on from him, from your friendship, as you fell for someone else and not him. And now, standing in this crowded club, he realized that pretending was no longer enough. He couldn’t stand the sight of this Beom guy pulling you closer, brushing his hand against your waist with that cocky, possessive grin. It was too much. He tried his best to focus on the conversation he was having with Wooyoung and Yunho, but his eyes didn’t seem obedient this evening.

When Beom’s hand slid down your back, the moment of contact lasting a little too long, Jongho’s blood boiled. He could see how uncomfortable you were, how you were clearly trying to shift away from him, but you didn’t have the strength to push him away. He saw your fingers twitch, your body tense as you subtly tried to remove his touch, but Beom wasn’t giving in. Jongho’s instincts flared. He couldn’t just stand here and watch this. Not when he knew how you felt—he could see it in your eyes. He didn’t know why you were avoiding your boyfriend touch -probably an argument, like you always seemed to have- by he knew that it made him lose his sanity when he saw you like that.

“Jongho?” Wooyoung’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He glanced over, only to see Wooyoung’s concerned expression. He followed his friend’s gaze to where you were with Beom.

“Oh no.“ Wooyoung sighed.

“Did they argue again or something?“ Yunho asked after also turning his head.

“Well…“ His voice grew serious as his eyes flickered between Jongho and you. “They kinda, broke up a few days ago and he seems drunk so…“

Jongho froze, confusion clouding his thoughts. What? Beom and you had broken up?

“Yeah, don’t get too close.“ Wooyoung whispered to Jungho firmly. “She’s still sorting everything out.“ His voice was quiet, cautious, but his eyes were filled with a mix of understanding and concern.

Jongho’s chest tightened at the news. His stomach churned with a mixture of relief and guilt. You and Beom were done, and yet here he was, stuck in his own silence, unable to make his move. The thought of you, the person he cared about more than anything, being in this position—uncomfortable, vulnerable—made him sick. He couldn’t just sit and watch you get harassed.

Without another word, he pushed past his two friends, Wooyoung calling out to him to come back while Yunho smushed him quickly. Walking toward you, his fist clenched, determined to do something about it. His heart raced in his chest as he moved through the crowd. The sight of Beom’s hand still on your waist, holding you like he had a right to, made something inside Jongho snap.

“Hey, Beom.” Jongho called out, his voice sharp and steady.

He turned, eyes narrowing at the sound of Jongho’s voice. His lips curled into a smirk when he saw who it was. “What’s up, little guy?” he asked, his tone nonchalant, but there was a slight edge to it.

“You need to let go of her.“ Jongho said, his voice quiet but firm. He stepped closer, his fists trembling at his sides. “You’re making her uncomfortable.”

Beom’s eyes flickered over to you, his expression suddenly cold. His hand dropped from your waist, but his body language didn’t change.

“What’s your problem?” he sneered, his posture challenging. “What, you think you can tell me what to do with her?”

“You don’t get to touch her like that." Jongho’s gaze hardened, his pulse quickening. "Not anymore.”

The tension between them was palpable. The music from the club blared around them, but it was as though the noise faded away. Jongho’s focus was solely on Beom, on the anger building in his chest. But Beom wasn’t backing down, he rarely did. He’s taller than Jongho and looks way more intimitading. He took a step forward, his eyes blazing.

“You think you can just waltz in here and act like you own her?” Beom spat, stepping even closer. “She’s not yours. She’s mine.”

“Beom, don’t-“ You finally said, coming out of of your shock to Jongho appearance.

Before you could finish or Jongho could respond, Beom shoved him hard in the chest, and he stumbled back, barely managing to catch himself on a nearby table full of bottles. His heart raced, but he didn’t let Beom see the effect it had on him. Some people turned their heads to the sound of the table scratching on the ground, making you look around nervously.

“You’ve always been in the way!” Beom growled, and Jongho felt his stomach twist in anger. “Always hovering around her like you’re her fucking hero. You’re the reason we broke up, you know that?!”

The words hit Jongho like a punch to the gut. His mind raced, trying to process what Beom was saying. It’s my fault? The pain in his chest deepened, and before he could gather his thoughts, Beom threw a punch that landed squarely on his nose, making you gasp in horror.

The impact was sharp. Pain exploded in Jongho’s face, and for a split second, the world spun around him. Blood poured from his nose, his vision blurring as he staggered backward.

“Jongho!” You shouted, your voice panicked, but Beom was already approaching him again. “Fuck off you dick! Before security come drag your ass out of here!“

He looked at you, surprised by your sudden anger. He scoffed, leaving Jongho standing there in shock, his nose bleeding. He stumbled, disoriented, but it was you grabbed his arm, steadying him. You quickly helped him to go outside, pushing harshly through people laughing and hollering at both of you, your hands supporting him as the adrenaline surged through his veins.

“Are you okay?” you asked, your voice laced with worry.

Your hands were gentle but firm, trying to stop the blood from continuing to flow. The way you touched him, so careful, so tender, only made his heart race faster. Jongho didn’t respond. He was too overwhelmed by the combination of pain and the realization that you were here, close to him, your trembling hands covered with blood holding his nose. For the first time in months, you were touching him again.

You hurried him outside of the club to the pavement, away from the noise and chaos, and helped him sit down on the side walk. The cold air hit his face, and his breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to compose himself. But he couldn’t stop thinking about how close you were, how your fingers had brushed his skin, how your hands had steadied him. He barely registered what you were saying as you frantically wiped his face with tissues you got from your bag, trying to stop the bleeding.

All he could do was stare at you.

His mind was a blur of emotions, of everything he had kept hidden for so long. His heart hammered in his chest as you scolded him, your voice trembling with concern.

“Jongho, what the hell were you thinking?!” you ramble, your voice thick with worry as you dab at his nose. “You shouldn’t have come talk to to him at all!”

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. All he could do was focus on the feeling of your hands touching him. The warmth of your fingers as they carefully dabbed at his nose, the way your hands gently cupped his face as you tilted his head up to meet your eyes. His breath hitched, his heart pounding faster, and all he could do was stare at you, too afraid to speak. You continued to scold him softly, your words a blur in his ears as his eyes traced every inch of your face. The way your hair cascaded around your shoulders, the way your eyes flickered between the bloodied tissues and his face with such tenderness. He hadn’t realized how badly he’d missed this—the softness of your touch, the care in your eyes, the closeness of your presence.

I’ve missed this, Jongho thought, his pulse racing. I’ve missed you so much.

His chest tightened with every passing second, and he felt like his heart was going to burst from how much he wanted you. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to explain how he felt. All he could do was watch you, trying to hold onto every moment. Your fingers brushed the back of his head, gently moving through his hair, and he swore his heart stopped. His breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into your touch, desperate for more. He couldn’t believe this was happening. After all the months of pretending, of keeping his distance, of silently suffering as you pulled away from him… You’re here. You’re touching him again.

“Jongho…” you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you do that? Why did you let Beom get to you like that?”

Jongho didn’t have the words. He couldn’t explain it. He just knew that in this moment, with your hand still gently cradling his face, he couldn’t help but feel like everything had finally come into focus.

“I didn’t want to lose you.” he confessed, his voice shaky. His heart was hammering so loudly in his chest that he wasn’t sure you could even hear him. “You seemed so uncomfortable, I didn’t even recognize you with how much your face was distorted from disgust ad anger.“

You paused, your gaze softening as you looked at him, your fingers still gently caressing the back of his neck, a quick smile appearing before you downed again. You leaned closer, your forehead almost touching his as you spoke.

“I don’t want to lose you either.” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “So stop being stupid like that.

The words hung in the air between you, heavy and meaningful, and for a long moment, neither of you spoke. All that existed was the soft sound of your breath and the feeling of your hands on his skin, grounding him in the moment. Jongho’s heart raced faster and faster, every second making him feel more desperate for you. His entire body was screaming for your touch, for your affection, for the closeness that he had missed for so long.

“I love you.” he whispered, his voice breaking, filled with emotion.

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence. But then, slowly, you smiled, your lips softening, and you kissed his forehead gently.

Jongho’s heart was racing. His confession, the words that had been trapped inside him for so long, had escaped his mouth before he could stop them. The moment the words "I love you" left his lips, he froze, wide-eyed, realizing what he had just said. His heart skipped a beat, and a heat bloomed across his chest. He cursed himself silently under his breath. His face flushed crimson as he quickly turned his head away, his heart pounding faster than ever. He reached up and wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, but he was too flustered to even make sense of the situation. He hadn’t meant to say that aloud. He hadn’t even thought about how it might affect you. He didn’t want to make things more awkward than they already were. He just… he just wanted you to know how he felt.

Your hands, gentle as always, slowly dropped from his face. The tissues you had been holding, now stained with blood, fell onto the pavement as he moved away, wanting to escape the moment, escape your eyes. How desperate for you he is to blur out the L word only because your touching and talking to him after not doing it for only a few months…

"Jongho." you called out softly, concern and affection still laced in your voice. "You're still bleeding, come here."

But Jongho, in his embarrassment, couldn't bear to meet your gaze. He buried his face in his knees, hiding from you as his heart hammered in his chest. The blood continued to drip, but the only thing that mattered to him in that moment was the way you had looked at him. It was too much. He wants to disappear in the old concrete and be walked on for the rest of his life.

You sighed, clearly exasperated by his antics, but there was still a tenderness in your tone. "Jongho, you're putting blood all over your jeans."

He didn't respond. The weight of his confession and his growing panic made his mind race. What if you didn’t feel the same? What if this ruined everything between us? You were clearly ignoring what he just said. trying to ignore the subject while he was acting like a stupid teenager who just got touched by. Girl for the first time in his life. He couldn’t even bear to look up. He wanted to disappear, to erase what he had just said…Why weren’t you talking anymore? Did you leave? Or couldn’t he hear your voice anymore because of how loudly his heart was hitting in his chest? He wanted to look up, but his head was glued to his knees. The silence between you both was unbearable. It felt like time was standing still, the tension thick in the air.

The silence dragged on for what felt like an eternity, until Jongho couldn’t take it anymore. He slowly, hesitantly, lifted his head, blinking rapidly as his eyes found yours. He nearly jumped in shock when he saw you squatting in front of him, your face now right in front of his. Your eyes were focused entirely on him, intense but not unkind, and it made him freeze once again. Jongho tried to look away, his cheeks still burning as bright as the smeared blood on his face, but your hand reached out and gently grasped his chin. With a firmness that made his heart race even faster, you tilted his head back, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“Do you know why Beom said that?” you asked softly, your voice still calm but with an underlying seriousness. “Do you know why he said it was your fault that we broke up?”

Jongho's breath hitched, and he felt his heart skip a beat. He opened his mouth to respond, but his voice caught in his throat. He swallowed hard, unable to form the words. He only managed to shake his head in answer, telling you that he didn’t. You didn’t seem to be upset by his silence, instead you continued to look at him with understanding, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. The way you looked at him made him feel vulnerable, like every emotion he had been hiding for so long was suddenly on display for you to see.

“You don’t know…” you said, your voice soft. “It’s because when we stopped talking, you and me… when we stopped seeing each other as much, all I did was talk about you. I talked about you all the time. About how much I missed you, about the things I wanted to say to you.”

Jongho’s heart tightened in his chest. He didn’t know what to say. He had never imagined that you would talk about him like that. His mind was swirling, trying to grasp everything you were telling him, but he couldn’t make sense of it all. He wanted to interrupt you, to tell you that he had missed you too, but your words held him captive.

“There were times when Beom got so frustrated.” you continued, your eyes darkening slightly with the memory. “He’d accuse me of being obsessed with you, of wanting to date you, and it started arguments. But I didn’t know how to stop. All I could think about was you.”

You paused for a moment, and the silence between you both deepened. Jongho’s breath caught in his throat. He could feel the weight of your confession, the rawness of the emotions you were revealing, your way of saying I love you. And even though he was still processing everything, a part of him couldn’t help but feel relieved. He wasn’t alone in his feelings. He wasn’t the only one who had been holding on to something for so long. he wasn’t the only one to be so desperate. You leaned in a little closer, your gaze steady, unwavering.

“It got to the point where I realized Beom was right.” you said, your voice a little quieter now, almost as if you were confessing something deeply personal. “I hadn’t let you go. I hadn’t stopped thinking about you, Jongho. And that’s why we broke up.”

Jongho’s eyes widened at your words, and his heart slammed against his chest for the hundredth time but sometime, with a new force. His throat was dry, and for a moment, his brain stoped working. The realization hit him like a tidal wave—You had broken up with Beom because of him- no, for him. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. Everything he had been holding back, everything he had been too scared to admit, suddenly felt too real. The ache in his heart that had been gnawing at him for so long now made sense. You had been feeling the same way. He distanced himself for you for months because o how much he needed you, how he felt too much for you, only for it to be reciprocated. How stupid and happy he feels.

“Jongho, I don’t want to pretend anymore.“ You reached out, your fingers gently brushing against his cheek as you spoke again, your voice soft but steady, bringing him back to reality. “I don’t want to hide how I feel. I don’t want to hide from you.”

He swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he lifted them to his sides. His mind raced, and the sudden realization of what was happening made everything feel surreal. You were confessing too. You were telling him what he had been dying to hear for so long, but still, he couldn’t believe it.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice low and full of emotion. “I’m so sorry for not saying anything sooner.”

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you finally hear his voice again.

“You don’t need to apologize. We both took too long for what was right in front of us.”

For a brief moment, everything seemed to quiet down. Jongho could barely breathe, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched you, still holding his face so gently. All the doubts, the fears, the confusion—it all melted away. Finally, the truth was out there. You and Jongho, both desperate for each other, both aching for something real, something that had been buried too long. And as he looked into your eyes, he could feel the distance between you closing. It was like something in him finally clicked, and all the tension, all the pain he had carried, finally started to release.

“I love you.” Jongho whispered again, his voice trembling. “I’ve always loved you.“

Jongho’s breath hitched again, this time much more pronounced, as he struggled to form his next words. His hands were trembling, barely able to stay steady by his sides. The weight of everything he had kept inside for so long was finally pushing its way to the surface. He felt like his chest was going to collapse under the pressure of the emotions, of the longing, the desperation, the love that had been simmering beneath the surface for what felt like an eternity. He reached up, almost as if instinctually, and gripped your wrist where it rested against his cheek. His fingers were warm, shaky, desperate. His eyes were brimming with so many unsaid things, looking into yours like he was searching for some kind of reassurance. But you didn’t need to say anything. He could see it in your eyes, feel it in the way you were holding him, the way you were there, really there with him, after everything that had happened.

“I… I don’t even know where to start.“ Jongho whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, as if the words had been stuck in his chest for too long, refusing to come out. He whipped his nose with the back of sleeve quickly, feeling the blood drying.

“I’ve spent the past year trying to ignore this feeling… trying to hide it from you, from myself. I thought maybe it would go away, but it never did. I kept hoping, praying… that one day I’d be able to tell you everything. That I could find the courage. But the more I tried to push it down, the worse it got. And the more I saw you with Beom, the more I hated myself. I hated the way I couldn't tell you what I felt. Hated how you were slipping away from me, even though I knew it was my fault.”

His voice wavered as he spoke, and the words poured out in a broken stream, as if they had been waiting to escape for so long. His hands tightened on your wrist, his grip almost painful, but you didn’t pull away. You didn’t even flinch. You just let him say it all, let him feel everything he needed to feel.

“I’ve never stopped thinking about you. Not for a single moment. Not even when we were so far apart, when I thought you didn’t even notice me anymore.” he continued, his eyes wet with unshed tears, the rawness in his voice cutting through the quiet air between you both. “You’ve always been there in my heart, in my mind… and I didn’t know how to deal with it. I tried to act like it wasn’t affecting me, like it didn’t matter, but it does, it matters more than anything. You matter more than anything, and I can’t keep pretending like I’m okay when I’m not. When I’m broken inside because you’re not here with me. Because I was too fucking scared to admit that I need you. That I want you in a way I can't even explain."

He took a shaky breath, trying to calm himself, but it only made the ache in his chest more unbearable. The tears that had been threatening to fall were now pooling in his eyes, his heart aching with every word.

“Do you have any idea how much it hurt?” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with so much longing, so much raw, unfiltered emotion. “Every time you laughed, every time you smiled… every time I heard your voice and I couldn’t be the one to make you smile like that. Every time I saw you with him, and I couldn’t hold you like he could, couldn’t tell you how much I wanted you to be happy… but I couldn’t even give you that. I couldn’t even give you the one thing that you needed from me because… just because I was too afraid. Afraid that if I told you how I felt, I’d lose you.”

His breath hitched again, a broken sound escaping his lips. “And when you started talking to me less and less as you started talking to Beom more, I thought I was losing you for good. I thought you were slipping away, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I just stood there, watching it happen. I just… watched you go. And I knew, deep down, it was my fault. Because I couldn’t tell you that I needed you. That I loved you. That I’ve always loved you, way longer than he did.“

The words hung heavy between you both, but Jongho wasn’t finished. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. His body trembled with the force of his emotions, and his eyes, glassy and filled with a deep ache, locked onto yours with a desperate intensity.

“I love you." he repeated again, as if he couldn’t stop himself from saying it with how much he felt it, but this time it was more than just words. It was a confession of everything he had been too afraid to say.

"I’ve loved you for so long, and I didn’t know how to show it. But I can’t hide it anymore. I can’t pretend anymore, because it’s killing me. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to watch you walk away from me again. I just need you to know… that I love you, even when I didn’t have the courage to say it.”

He paused for a moment, his hands still gripping yours like a lifeline, his gaze never leaving yours. He was trembling now, his voice thick with emotion, but there was a sense of relief in his words, like he had finally let go of the weight that had been suffocating him.

"I don't know what to do without you." he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, raw and full of yearning. "I thought I could move on, I thought I could just forget you, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t ever forget you. You’re all I think about. Every damn day. I want you in my life, more than anything. I don’t care if it’s messy, I don’t care if it’s hard—I just want you, with me, in my life."

His eyes were pleading now, desperate for you to understand, to see how much he meant every single word. His entire body was tense, like a coiled spring, ready to unravel if you didn’t say something. His heart was in his throat, beating erratically, and every time you blinked, it felt like his world was crashing down.

“I know I’ve made mistakes," he said softly, his voice trembling with vulnerability. "But if you’ll let me… if you’ll just give me a chance… I swear I’ll never let you go again. I don’t care how long it takes… I’ll wait for you, I’ll fight for you, I’ll do whatever it takes to make you see that I can love you the way you deserve.”

Jongho’s voice cracked with the final words, his emotions finally spilling over. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn’t try to hide them. He let them fall freely, because they were the only honest thing left in him. He had been so afraid, so terrified to show his feelings, but now, in front of you, with all his walls broken down, he had nothing left to hide.

“Jongho…” you began, your eyes welling up with tears, but before you could say anything more, his grip on your wrist faltered. His eyes darted downward, and suddenly his face was crumpling into an almost comical grimace.

“Oh, no.” he groaned, leaning back slightly. “I think my nose is starting again.”

“What? Seriously?” you exclaimed, glancing down to see a fresh trickle of red beginning to drip. “Jongho, for the love of—hold still!”

“I thought it was done!” he whined, his voice nasally as he tilted his head back again.

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you decide to give a Shakespearean love monologue in the middle of an injury!” you shot back, grabbing more tissues from your bag.

He laughed despite himself, the sound muffled as you pressed the tissues to his nose. “This is not how I pictured this going.”

“You don’t say.” you teased, rolling your eyes. “Next time, maybe confess your feelings after you’ve stopped bleeding everywhere.”

“Noted.” he sighed, his heart calming, his eyes crinkling at the corners despite the absurdity of it all. “Still… was it really that bad?”

You paused for a moment, your expression softening as you met his gaze. “No.” you said quietly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “It was perfect. Bloody nose and all.”

And for the first time that night, you saw the tension in his shoulders ease, replaced by something softer—something hopeful.

“You really mean all that?” You asked, looking sheepishly at him.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded. “Every word.“ he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I know I should’ve said it sooner. But I need you to know—”

“Stop.” you interrupted gently, your thumb brushing against his cheek where the tear tracks glistened. “Just… stop beating yourself up. You’re here now. That’s what matters.”

“You’re not mad…?” Jongho asked softly, his wide, wet eyes searching yours.

“Oh, I’m mad!” you said, though there was no real heat in your tone. “I’m mad you let him hit you. I’m mad you didn’t duck.”

He let out a weak chuckle, but his smile faltered as he studied your face. “I just didn’t want him to hurt you. I’d take a hundred punches if it meant keeping you safe.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you couldn’t look away. “Jongho.” you said quietly, your voice trembling as you let your hand fall from his face, the bloody tissue being discarded to the side with the rest. “I don’t need you to take punches for me. I just need you. I need you here, safe, with me.”

His lips parted in surprise, but you pressed on, your heart pounding in your chest. “I love you, Jongho, and seeing you like this—hurt because of me—only made me realize how much.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes shimmering with tears, before a smile broke across his face. “You…“

“Yes.” you said softly, a small, teary laugh escaping. “I love you. Even with the bloody nose and all.”

He laughed, the sound filled with disbelief and relief. “Good. Because I love you too.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got that with how many times you’ve said it.” you snort, pressing the tissue back to his nose with a stupid grin on your face. “Now hold still before you bleed all over me again.”

“I think I’ll bleed again when Wooyoung punches me for disappearing like that.“

You stop moving, fear shinning in your eyes. “Oh fuck.“

[xxzlushiez]

Can you do tom x f!reader who's in the band and they were always like bestfriends no feelings for eachother or anything but as they get older like around 2007/08 he starts to realize he's totally in love w/ reader and tries to get rid of his feelings by sleeping w/ a bunch of girls but nothing helps because he can only think of reader? And they end up going to a party together and having fun and shii and then they end up on a balcony outside just drinking out of solo cups totally plastered and tom confesses to reader and kisses her but reader is super shocked and surprised and doesn't really know what to say so she doesn't kiss him back and just stares at him, and he doesn't take it very well he's just like "...oh.." and then gets up and reader tries to stop him and he's like "no, no I'm just gonna go back to the party" and stumbles out w/ a broken heart but in reality reader liked him back too but didn't know she did until he confesses so over the next few weeks she realizes how much she's in love with him and she goes to his room to tell him all romantic and shit and they end up having soft sex (or not wtv you're comfortable with) ty sm!! I love your writing btw!

EEEHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE IM SO EXCITED TO DO THIS (and tysm for the compliment❤️)

Miscommunication

T! Kaulitz x F! Reader

Synopsis: you and Tom have always been good friends, but he realizes he wants to be more..what’ll happen when those feelings don’t falter?

Notes: 18+, Name is in the band, flashbacks to ‘Devilish���, drinking, getting drunk, concerts, parties, jealousy, talks of unrequited feelings, Tom being a attention whore💀, insecurities, platonic! Bill x reader, oral, soft sex, underlying sub! Tom (I hate using that word but idk how else to describe it???)

A/N:tysm Anon for requesting and I hope this lives up to your expectations, I decided to right this in normal style instead of bullet points, I hope you don’t mind. This is was frustrated I wanted to get it out on the 3rd😭 bro this is a few days later and it took so long because i just hate the way it turned out im so pissed at myself rn

“I act like I don’t care, that’s cause I don’t care”

For as long as you’ve lived you and Tom have stuck together like glue, you lived a few streets away but being one of the only kids their age in the neighborhood it was hard for you to not gravitate towards them.

You guys weren’t exactly alike, but more like you complimented each other, he was all brash and broody like almost every other boy going through puberty and you were kind and sweet always helping whenever it was needed.

Soon you were invited into a band that consisted of two other troublemaking kids you hadn’t met yet, you traveled around to small talent shows and state fairs to perform music. It was a rough start; you weren’t popular by any means and were made fun of for what you liked to do.

It didn’t get to you like it got to Tom yet you let him rant and yell about it to you because you knew, along with everyone else, that it was just a matter of time before you five would be praised for your talents instead of bullied.

And you were, your band became a hit, Devilish became Tokio Hotel, garage performances became studio practices, and backyard shows slowly became country-wide concerts. Tom also changed, from a little boy who would yell at anyone who messed with his friends to a teen that couldn’t even bother with people hating.

It was different, you were all different, but it was a good difference. Bill became confident, Tom became more open, Gustav wasn’t shy, and Georg was well…Georg was amazing to begin with, it just doubled. The few fans that consisted of you guy’s parents and a few old neighbors became thousands, girls and boys alike paid to come and watch the five of you perform live.

When 2009 rolled around you were known across all of Germany and a few other countries. You couldn’t have been more successful, as the years progressed Tom morphed into someone completely different. Everyone knew of his reputation, a boy who had a new girl in his car every day.

You guys didn’t drift per se, but you didn’t talk about all the things like you used to. That was okay, some things are better left unsaid, but it was weird. You both used to talk to each other about everything and it just changed so suddenly it left you confused for a while.

But you learned to accept the fact that he wasn’t the same and took advantage of that time to get closer to the rest of the band, especially Bill. He became your number 1, always there with you whether it be shopping to helping you get ready. This was one of those instances where you ended up in your shared hotel room with him and Tom.

“This is going to look really good on your Name I promise!”

You let Bill practice his makeup skills on you, a little hesitant at first because of the particular style but when you saw how his face lit up when you agreed you couldn’t say no. Bill also said the style suited you perfectly.

Tonight, was particularly special compared to other nights. It was a large party hosted by a company in celebration of Tokio Hotel’s rise to fame. Bill made it a goal to doll you up in fancy lipstick and glittery eyeshadow before leaving, which Tom wasn’t too keen on.

“Bill hurry up the party starts in like 20 minutes.”

You looked over a Tom from the corner of your eye. He was sprawled out on your bed flicking through the channels on the hotel’s tv. He was already ready and had been ready for at least an hour now.

“Be patient Tommy not everyone can just wear whatever they find on the floor.”

Bill let out a laugh when he saw how offended his brother got at your insult before turning back and applying pretty shade to your lips.

“Tom wah wah hurry up the party starts in 20 minutes blah blah blah!”

He mocked his brother in a high-pitched voice before pulling his brother from the bed and onto the hard floor with a thump! grabbing your hand and running out of the room leaving him behind as you laugh.

“What the fuck you two! Get back here, I’m literally your ride to the party!”

———

The party was boring if you were being honest. But that was probably just you. There was no one you knew except the band and some celebrities and they were all doing their own thing so you were stuck lying on one of the many plush sofas the company had lying around.

Your eyes trailed over to Tom as he walked towards you, handing you a vibrant red solo cup while he settled himself next to you on the couch, moving your legs to lay comfortably over his lap while you stared at the contents of the cup.

“What’re you doing just sitting here? You’re always in the mood to party.”

He was right, you loved to party. It was one of the only times you could let loose when on tour. Today you just weren’t feeling it like you usually were.

“I don’t know, I think it’s the fact that I ordered a Pina Colada and got vodka. But who knows.”

He hummed as he absentmindedly observed the area. Tom had an unusual habit of wanting to be around you but never talking, preferring silence, it never bothered you so you let your head lay against the armchair swirling the drink around in your hand as you observed him.

He was never really good at taking your compliments, always avoiding them in some way with a “What’re you talking about?” Or the “Name just shut the fuck up”. You figured it had to do with the whole ‘I’m too cool for compliments’ thing he had going on, but it never stopped you from slipping up and saying something every once in a while.

“You're so beautiful Tom” and he was, honestly. His eyes reflected the neon lights that flashed above giving him that euphoric effect, the curves and dips of his face were perfectly sculpted to him. His true smile was so unbelievably cute, one that only you and the band had the pleasure of seeing, and his laugh…oh my god his laugh. You were definitely drunk. Whatever.

He gave you a quick side eye at the sudden praise before getting up and grabbing the cup out of your hand successfully spooking you.

“Let’s go smoke.”

‘Let’s go smoke’ was usually his way of saying “you're being annoying, let's get high” but you nodded and took his waiting hand as he led you through the busy crowd and out some double doors.

When out on the fairly sized balcony he grabbed a joint from out of one of the side pockets on his pants, while you flicked open your lighter that you had found stuffed under some gum and candy wrappers in your handbag.

He always enjoyed it when you smoked together, the delicate flame illuminated your face just enough to see the features that he’d always admired. Maybe that’s why he hated it when you complimented him, because he always wanted to do the same but couldn’t. 

Nervousness wasn’t something he felt. There was no reason for him to be nervous. Nerves were for insecurity, anxiousness, that was bullshit to him, well until it came to you, and that oh so familiar feeling bubbled up in his stomach when you looked at him under the dim light.

He concluded that he had a thing for you pretty early on, when he was about 16. One time you pulled a fan on stage that you told the band you found particularly attractive. Bill teased you and Georg and Gustav laughed as you all made your way to the bus, but he stayed back. Deciding that the pit in his stomach wasn’t jealousy like he thought it might be and just that natural protective feeling for a friend.

He didn’t want to think about the possibility that he liked you. You’d always been best friends and that was how it was supposed to say. He remembers how Bill would always tell him “Being best friends with someone like Name isn’t a good idea” because he wouldn’t wanna be just friends. Bill was right and that scared him.

After that realization he took notice of who he gravitated towards in hookups, they all looked in some way, like you. He thought it was weird. It wasn’t like he selectively picked out the ones with similar features as you…right?

“-Tom, are you listening? Pass the joint you hog”

You plucked the blunt from his hand and he stared as you inhaled some of it, releasing the air into his face, looking at him with a weird expression. You watched him stride forward and suddenly his lips were pressed against yours.

You pulled away after a few antagonizing seconds and hesitantly looked at him. You saw the way his face dropped, probably realizing what he just did. Shit.

“Tom I... you're drunk. It’s fine, okay? You won’t remember this in the morning let’s just...let’s just go home, okay?”

That nerve quickly turned into frustration as he rolled his eyes turning towards the entrance and muttering something under his breath before pushing through the doors back into the party, leaving you alone on the cold balcony with a burnt out joint and heart.

———

It had been a few weeks since the incident on the balcony, and you concluded that he did remember it the day after as he wouldn’t talk or even be around you alone. It was fine at first, but by the time the second week rolled around it was starting to affect everyone else. 

His performance was slower than normal, and he brought more girls to the hotel who unsurprisingly leaked where he was were staying and crowded around the hotel to catch a glimpse of the five of you.

He was being so unprofessional; he didn't give you time to voice your feelings about what happened and just up and left you in the dark. Like how do you even bring that up?

“Hey Tom, yeah I know that I didn’t kiss you back even though you totally unexpectedly pounced on me and it looked like I rejected you because I thought you were full-on plastered but like I’m in love with you so could you stop ignoring me?”

Yeah, that’s a no. So, you just endured it for a while until he decided to lay off. That point happened around the 3-week mark when the band was on a small break from tour.

He made it his goal to stay inside his room the whole time, sulking as Bill told you. You were at ends meet, if he couldn’t just talk to you about it like adults then you would have to do it yourself.

This leads up to the moment where you’re standing in front of his door contemplating all your life choices.

Crrrrrreeeakkk

Are you serious, the one time you were hesitant about your decision he just had to open the door and make it for you?

“Name?”

“Hey, Tom uhh..can we talk about the party?” This is so awkward. What the fuuck.

He stood there hesitant for a second before opening up the door for you to come in. You ducked under his arm and situated yourself at the edge of his bed as he stared at you from the doorway.

“Okay um..so I’ve been thinking a lot about that moment and I just wanted to ask you something.”

He gave you a small nod of acknowledgment and you continued. 

“Do you like me? Like I don’t know if the reason you kissed me was just heat of the moment and you just got upset because you were drunk and your feelings were all mixed or something but I really want us to go back to normal…I miss you a lot and it's weird not seeing you at our practices”

You watched him closely for any signs of discomfort but his face was unwavering except for a light smile at your words easing your nerves only a little.

“I like you; I’ve liked you for years And Scheiße I miss you too but don’t wanna be just your friend anymore and if that changes things between us just forget about this whole thing”

You smiled softly walking towards him and cupping his face with your hands, bringing your lips to his feeling him relax into you. 

His breath caught in his throat when you grazed your fingers against the front of his pants, slightly palming him through the jeans when he abruptly pulled your hand away.

“Name I wanna do this with you…but I don’t wanna have sex like I normally do. I want it to mean something because you really mean something, I just don’t know how”

“Let me show you, Tom.”

——

Tom groaned when your lips pressed against his pelvis, muscles flexing underneath you at the feeling. You hummed in contentment before coming back up to him and giving him a quick kiss and taking off his boxers.

He’d never had someone take their time on him, it was foreign, different, you looked so pretty as you toyed with his cock. Seeing what made him shiver and what gave him goosebumps. 

Laying your tongue flat you licked a thick strip up the underside of his dick watching the way his eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Mhm…just- just like that Name please mhm…keep going.”

Voice slightly weak, he begged you to continue, not like you’ve ever heard and it encouraged you to continue, hands slick with his precum you stroked him at a controlled pace, squeezing slightly at the head hearing his soft curses get louder.

“Let’s empty that brain of yours ‘mkay?”

While you made yourself comfortable on top of him you felt his hips shift under you, his hands finding place on your hips. You align yourself with his cock, sliding down and listening to the way he mutters your name like a prayer as his cock disappears inside you.

“Shit this is much better than I ever imagined… s’much better...” his eyes raked your body seeing his hips met your thighs. You push down on his legs to keep him steady and use them as leverage to grind against him. Not even minutes later did his quiet concealed groans turn into gasps and random obscenities.

Seeing your pace begin to slow he flips himself over taking you with him, letting your legs rest flush against his shoulders next to his ears. He experimentally rocks his hips finding a comfortable rhythm, laying his hand flat on your stomach feeling at the bulge.

Now it was your turn to be a noisy mess, covering your face with a pillow in an attempt to muffle yourself but it was quickly discarded somewhere on the floor by Tom.

“Don’t- don’t do that- you look so pretty writhing under me like that, I could stare at you all day…shit shit shit.. if you keep tightening around me, I won’t last long...”

You smiled as you looked up at him. His eyes were closed tight and his jaw was clenched tight, focused on how you squeezed around him. You let your hand travel to his face tracing his features. His eyes opened at the touch and he sucked in his breath, feeling his high approaching.

 You were glowing, your hair fanned out on the bed, your eyes slightly glassy from his pace, sweat collecting on your hairline, suddenly every part of him felt so sensitive and his lips connected with yours before his hips stuttered letting out a guttural moan making sure you had ridden through your orgasm.

You cried out in his neck holding him against you as he continued for a little longer before coming to a halt, collapsing on top of you. Holding you against him in a vice grip. 

“I love you Name, a lot”

[thevanillerose]

Can I request a yandere akaza from demon slayer please 🥺🙏🏽

WOMAN | YANDERE!AKAZA x FEM!READER | DEMON SLAYER

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators. Content Warnings: Yandere / Unhealthy relationship / Kidnapping / Violence A/N: Request [6/10] for my 100 Followers Celebration! So Akaza is really interesting to write for when it comes to having a Fem!Reader. I wanted to incorporate that aspect. Though actually, the Reader in this case kinda doesn't take crap. I thought that was also fun! Usually my Reader characters are more submissive or scared, but in this case she's very capable. Their back-and-forth is kind of...cute? Goofy? Charming? Of course I hope this is alright for the request. As it's anonymous I'm not certain of the gender of the requester, but I felt writing from a Fem! perspective was suitable in this case. I'll write more for him for different audiences in the future though, I'm sure!

The forest was quiet. Even your own breathing was but the tiniest whisper.

Moonlight spilled through the gaps in the canopy above, illuminating the blood on your blade and the demon’s corpse at your feet. Its visage was like a hideous stone carving, slowly dissipating into scarlet dust.

Your chest heaved, your legs trembling as you leaned against a tree for support. You’d won—but just barely. Blood stung your nose from where you’d been brutally struck. 

The fight had taken everything you had. The demon had been fast, its claws raking dangerously close more times than you cared to count, some swipes slicing your skin, but you’d held your ground. You didn’t have time to dwell on your injuries, though. 

It was an unmistakable feeling. The feeling of being watched. It prickled along the back of your neck like dancing fingertips, causing your heart to hammer not just from the exertion. 

This wasn’t over.

“You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” a voice called from the shadows. Smooth, calm, but with an edge sharp enough to cut. “Most people wouldn’t have lasted thirty seconds against that thing.”

Your hand flew to your sword, raising it instinctively as you turned toward the voice. He stepped into the light slowly, like he had all the time in the world. His pale skin caught the moonlight, and his golden eyes gleamed. Unmistakably, this was an enemy. A dangerous one. 

Despite his casual posture, the raw power radiating from him pressed against you like a storm. His visage was human enough, cropped red hair, a slightly boyish, handsome face, tattoos lining and littering his skin. His energy…was fierce and feral.

“Who are you?” you demanded, forcing strength into your voice.

He tilted his head, his lips curling into a grin. “Akaza,” he said simply, like it should mean something to you. And it did. The stories of demons with overwhelming strength, demons who killed entire corps without breaking a sweat—he was one of them.

You’d heard of him. Enough about him, to know that you weren’t keen on facing him solo. 

Nonetheless, you tightened your grip on your blade readily. “If you’re here to fight, then come at me.”

Akaza chuckled, his voice low and rumbling like distant thunder. “Fight you?” He took a step closer, smirking as he glanced at what little now remained of the dead demon. “Is that wise?”

“Then what do you want?” you snapped, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“You,” he said, the single word dripping with unsettling certainty. “You’re strong. Stronger than most humans I’ve come across. Stronger than most women. I like that.”

Your pulse quickened, and you forced yourself to stand tall despite the tremor in your knees. That was…not what you’d been expecting. 

“I…I don’t care what you like. Leave.”

He was bullshitting you. Playing with you, toying like all demons did. Surely. Any second now, he’d come at you, brutally. But, you weren’t entirely sure you’d be able to handle another battle, not against a high ranker.

Naïvely, you hoped that maybe he’d heed your words. Maybe, he’d feel threatened by this person he regarded as being so ‘strong’. 

“Leave?”

Unfortunately not. 

Akaza’s grin sharpened, and before you could react, he disappeared. The world blurred as something slammed into your chest, pinning you against a tree with bruising force. The bark scraped your back, and your lungs burned as you struggled to draw a breath. It was his tattooed arm. 

It pressed against your neck, not painfully, not chokingly, but firmly enough that you couldn’t budge.

“I’m not, and neither are you.”

Your hand flew to your sword, but he was faster. His hand caught your wrist effortlessly, twisting just enough to make you drop your blade. It clattered to the ground before he kicked it up with a swift motion, catching it mid-air. He twirled it lazily, as though it were a toy, before pressing the blade's edge against your neck in place of his arm.

The cold metal bit into your skin just enough to leave a mark, as he leaned in closer, his golden eyes gleaming with unsettling amusement. “Tell me,” he murmured, his tone light but laced with menace. “What’s your name?”

Your pulse thundered in your ears. For a moment, the world seemed to narrow, your focus fixed entirely on the demon towering over you. “Why…do you care?”

His grin widened, revealing sharp teeth. “Oh, I care. I’ve seen you fight before—though I doubt you remember me. Do you?”

Your brows furrowed. There was something unsettlingly familiar about his presence, though the memory refused to come into focus. Too many battles at this point, against too many evils. It became harder and harder to distinguish. 

“You’ve…watched me?”

“For a while now,” he admitted, his voice softening, almost thoughtful. “You’re different. Stronger than most of the humans I’ve come across. Watching you hold your ground against that demon tonight confirmed it.” His golden eyes narrowed, and his grin returned, sharper than before. “You’d be wasted on the rest of the Kizuki.”

Your chest tightened, and you forced your voice to steady. “Then what do you intend to do? Kill me? Eat me? Drag me to Muzan?”

At that, Akaza chuckled, low and rumbling. “Kill you? Eat you? Muzan?” He shook his head, his red hair catching the moonlight. “No. None of the above. And Muzan doesn’t need to know about this.”

Bewildered, you tried to make sense in your mind of what was happening.

Your blood was running cold. This guy was definitely unlike any other demon you had encountered. And honestly? You almost preferred the plainly, bluntly bloodthirsty nature of the enemies you usually faced. This strange fixation, this feeling like you were about to be caged, was almost more terrifying.

“...I’d rather die.”

Your sudden words caught him by surprise. He’d seemed cocky, and confident, but you could see that waver in his expression now.

“I’d rather you fight me.” you glared, “Or just go ahead and slice my throat. You’re close enough, aren’t you?”

As if to emphasize your point, you pulled away from the bark behind you, your neck moving forward, the blade digging in to the point it seemed about to pierce your flesh. Akaza jerked the sheer edge back again before it could.

“...That’s not an option.” he uttered.

“Why not?” you stared him down, boldly, despite the position you were in. 

Quickly, those golden eyes flicked aside, then back to you again.

“...Just come with me.”

“No! Why would I!?” you snapped, “What kind of demon are you!? Are you scared or something!?”

“I’m NOT scared!” he yelled back, making you jolt, but you shuddered back into calmness again and actually cracked a bit of a smile.

“...This is nuts. I’ve never met a demon who didn’t want to rip my throat out. So what, you expect me to submit and let you spirit me away somewhere?”

“...Ideally.” Akaza hissed through those sharpened teeth of his, leaning a little closer, to where you could feel his icy breath against you.

“...’Ideally.’” you repeated, and scoffed, “No. I refuse.”

“...Then I’ll do it. I’ll make you wish you’d agreed.” he growled, but made no motion to press the blade any closer to your gullet, to grip your limbs, to actually…

…Hurt you.

“I don’t believe you.” you whispered, and he hesitated once more, before recoiling a touch and finally letting you go. He looked frustrated, almost flustered in a way, avoiding looking at you again, his greyish throat bobbing as he swallowed awkwardly.

Tilting your head, you relaxed a little. Strange. This was so strange.

Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, the exhaustion, that made you feel a little crazy at that point. But you decided to mess with him.

“AH-!”

Suddenly, you reached for your sword hand, clutching the wrist he’d twisted earlier. It hadn’t really hurt much at all, but you cowered and winced like you’d been brutally bruised. Akaza’s head quickly snapped around, eyes staring at you widely.

Panic. He was worried.

“Ohhh…oww…” you pouted, letting go and reaching around over your shoulder too, your other hand rubbing your throat, “Ah…my neck…my back…”

Akaza’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, then he grit his teeth again and turned to face you straight.

“You’re faking it!”

“Yeah of course I’m faking it, dumbass!” you straightened up easily, arms falling loosely by your sides as you sighed heavily at him, “Gods. You’re the lamest demon I’ve ever met, you know that?”

“Shut it! I’m warning you!” he snapped, but you quickly stepped up to him and he actually stepped back a touch. His cheeks tinged slightly pink as you leaned in.

“I think I get it. It’s not just because you ‘like’ me, or whatever this is.” Tilting your head, your eyes traveled his body before settling back on his face again, “...It’s because I’m a woman, isn’t it?”

He spluttered, like he couldn’t formulate a sentence, before suddenly shoving you back. But it was like a child would push someone, there was no real heart in it.

“See! If you were a real demon you’d have pinned me to the ground and torn my spine out by now!” you scoffed, brushing off your haori.

I don’t have time for this. I wanna go home and sleep.

“I’m done. Seeya.”

You planned your retreat on the fly, suddenly storming past him. As your shoulders clipped against one another, Akaza remained frozen, fists clenched and feet rooted to the ground, staring straight ahead. Feeling you rush past, slip away.

Leaving.

She’s leaving.

He couldn’t let you.

Despite himself, he reached out for you. His hand found purchase in your hair, the quickest thing he could grab, tugging tightly, jerking you back and planting his hand against the side of your throat. With sudden brutal will, he thrust you forward into the nearest tree.

Your forehead hit it with a dull smack, eyes rolling back as your ankles faltered and you fell. Akaza quickly caught you in his muscular arms, but the damage was already done. He could see it, the trickle of blood trailing down between your fluttering eyes.

Shit.

He hadn’t wanted it to come to this. He hadn’t wanted to hurt you. Not really. He was racked with guilt as he lifted you properly into his arms, pressed you tight to his chest, prepared to take you away somewhere that no man or Muzan could ever touch you again. 

He never wanted things to go this way.

To hurt a girl was…

Well, it was the one human part of him that still strongly remained. His desire to never do so.

Even a woman as strong and impressive as you were. Especially a woman like you.

A woman he’d fallen for.

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[lemony-and-zesty]

Omg not another drabble for hitman!JD :]

This one’s for you especially @elijah-doodle ;)) Since you wanted to know and all :)

Silly side note cause I thought it was funny but this is titled “The one that got away” in my drafts 😭😭

———————

The small apartment John Dory found himself living in was pretty peaceful, all things considered. Especially this early in the morning. JD was fast asleep in that slab of concrete he called a bed, finally having managed to pass out a couple hours ago.

There was a sudden, loud knock on the door.

“Hey! Git up! Boss wants ta see ya.”

John Dory groans, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“C’mon kid, he ain’t gonna wait long.”

He crawled out of bed, rubbing a hand down his face before huffing out an, “Alright, alright. Gimme a minute.”

The voice at the door seemed appeased at this, and JD could hear his footsteps fading.

Stupid.

He took his time getting ready, it really was too early for this.

After sliding on his coat and goggles, he yanked the door open. He wasn’t surprised to see the other troll hadn’t gone far.

He gave JD a sharp nod, “Good. C’mon kid.”

JD held his tongue at that.

He let the other man lead him, despite knowing the way like the back of his hand. Best not to start a fight over something stupid.

They left the apartment building off into a back alley.

JD shoved his hands into his pockets and let his mind stray for a bit. As per usual, he found himself thinking about his brothers. He can’t help but wonder what they’d be up to now. Shit, how old would they be again?

He starts trying to add it up in his head, counting it out with his fingers.

It’s been, what? 10, no 15 years? Maybe? He couldn’t be sure until he got a glimpse at a calendar.

His mind continued to wander for a bit before he’s suddenly jolted out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder.

Reacting quickly, he spins around and sweeps the assailant’s legs. They tumble to the ground with a, “Aw SHIT-“

JD unsheathes the spikes on his glove’s knuckle, preparing to strike the person before coming to a dead stop.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

“-HELL kid, the fck’r ya doin!”

JD stumbles back, his hands going to his coat. He brushes at it, not just trying to play it off but also to soothe his shaking hands, “Sorry. Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

The man who’d been walking him glared up at him - partly out of shock, partly out of fury. After a moment he shakes his head, “Whatever kid.”

JD snarls at that, “For the love of- Stop. calling. me-“

The door behind JD slams open, “Ah! Johnny! You’re right on time.”

A stocky pale yellow troll with golden, slicked back hair dressed in a gray pinstripe suit sets his hands on JD’s shoulders turning him around and lightly shoving him into the room he’d just burst out of, “Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

He kicks the door shut behind them, not sparing the man another glance.

He leads JD to his desk, his grip tightening on his shoulders before releasing him altogether.

“B-Boss I can explain-“

He holds a hand up to silence him as he rounds the desk and takes a seat, “No need. It’s not my business what you get up to outside of work. As long as you don’t kill any of my employees, I couldn’t care less.”

JD gulps, once again rubbing his hands against his coat.

“Now, what is my business is, well, my business. So,” He reaches into a drawer, pulling out a slip of paper - his next hit, JD assumes - and sliding it across the desk for him to look at, “Let’s talk business.”

John Dory freezes the instant his eyes see the paper. No, not paper. The poster. It was a poster for a concert for an up and coming solo artist.

No. No no no no no.

Staring back up at him were the eyes of a troll he hadn’t seen in 15 or so years.

No. Anything but this. Please.

Staring up at him was none other than Floyd. His baby brother.

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 5: Rogue Organ

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: DK/Seokmin (tonsilitis)

Caregiver(s): Vocal Line

Word Count: 1266

Notes: Medical inaccuracies who? Also, for the timeline, we're putting 'late award season' around early January cause I was getting overwhelmed looking at different lists. Also, was this inspired by this post by @btshurtcomfortprompts? Yes, it was, but it clearly took shape for a different group, so I do apologize for that.

“Wait. Are you sick again?” Seungkwan asked after Seokmin’s coughing fit subsided. The older vocalist shrugged noncommittally, rubbing at the base of his throat. “Hyung, that’s like… the fourth time in as many months. That’s not normal.” Seokmin mumbled something unintelligible as his head fell into his arms folded on the table. Seungkwan looked desperately between Jeonghan and Joshua. “Guys, this isn’t normal!” 

The two older members exchanged a glance. No, this certainly wasn’t normal. Seungkwan wasn’t exaggerating: Seokmin had indeed fallen ill several times in the last few months. It had started near the end of award season, when a nasty cold had spread around the whole team. No one had really batted an eye when he was sick again in early February, assuming he’d jumped back into work too fast after bug from January. March had seen the members completing more solo activities, coming and going at such odd hours that his third cold had almost gone completely unnoticed, except for the watchful eye of Soonyoung and Seungkwan, who’d forced him to the doctor for antibiotics. Which had helped. Obviously, temporarily.

Joshua pulled out his phone. “I can call our company doctors and see if they…”

“No, no doctor.” Seokmin cut him off with a violent shake of his head. “I’m fine. It’s probably just overuse.” He missed the way Jeonghan and Joshua’s eyes narrowed at that excuse, how they made eye contact. 

“Okay, first of all, overuse doesn’t cause a cough like that,” Jeonghan argued. He crossed his arms over his chest, worried hyung-mode activated. “Second, you take incredibly good care of your voice so it doesn’t get overused. And third, we haven’t even done anything recently that could even cause…”

“Okay, hyung, I hear you.” There was an edge in Seokmin’s voice none of them were used to hearing. Seungkwan grabbed Joshua’s shoulder, confusion and worry clear on his face. 

“What’s with the attitude?” Jeonghan asked. 

“It’s not an attitude. I just don’t appreciate being treated like a child.” Jeonghan scoffed at that, and Seokmin glared up at him. “I’m serious, hyung! I can make my own health decisions, and I say no doctor.”

“Seokmin, you’re being ridiculous. It can’t hurt to at least see a doctor…” 

“I’M NOT GOING!” Joshua and Seungkwan both jumped at the volume of Seokmin’s voice. Jeonghan flinched away too. All three were frozen in shock as Seokmin bent over coughing again. When the fit finally left him, gasping wheezily, he whispered, “Please don’t make me go. Please.” With those words, Seokmin shrunk in on himself, hiding his face in his hands. The silence that followed was palpable. The remaining three members’ eyes volleyed back and forth.

Joshua moved first, sliding into the chair next to Seokmin. He gently wove his hands with the younger man’s, noting how Seokmin’s muscles tensed at his touch. “Why don’t you want to see a doctor?” Joshua asked, voice quiet, as if they were the only people in the room. 

Seokmin finally raised his eyes. Joshua did his best not to flinch at the tears clouding his friend’s vision. “Cause last time I was there, they said it might be my tonsils and that I’d have to get them out!” The last word was choked by a sob that sent the tears pouring down his face. 

“Oh, honey.” Joshua pulled Seokmin to him, allowing the younger vocalist to completely break down. Seungkwan ran to the other side of Seokmin’s chair, rubbing his friend’s back. 

“It hurts so much,” Seokmin cried, words muffled in Joshua’s shoulder. 

“I’m sure it does, if it’s your tonsils,” Joshua replied. 

“Hyung, it might not be the worst thing to get them out, though,” Seungkwan suggested carefully. “That would stop the pain.”

“But…” Seokmin took a shuddering breath, sitting up from Joshua’s embrace to look at them both. “But what if something goes wrong?” 

“Goes wrong?” Joshua asked. He gently tucked Seokmin’s hair behind his ear, attempting to maintain as much contact as possible. 

Seokmin nodded, clearly trying not to sob again. “What if they ruin my voice and I can’t… I can’t sing any-anymore?!” The hiccup in his voice triggered another cough.  

Joshua smoothed away a tear from Seokmin’s cheek. “Baby, that has to be so rare.” 

“But not impossible!”

“Minnie, look.” Jeonghan, who had appeared without any of them realizing it, thrust his phone between the trio, pointing to a highlighted quote on the screen. “I’ve been doing research and it says that it’s a myth that tonsillectomies change your voice. They don’t even touch your vocal cords.” Seokmin took the phone, rereading the screen several times. He clicked out of the article, scrolling through other articles from Jeonghan’s search. “Plus, if you do get your tonsils out, that means unlimited popsicles.”  

“That’s not helping right now,” Seokmin admitted simply, eyes still glued to the phone. Joshua patted Jeonghan’s back, a ‘thank you’ for trying. 

“Well you know what might help?” Seokmin didn’t even have time to respond before Seungkwan threw his arms around him from behind, crushing him in a hug that nearly squeezed the phone from his hand. With the speed of vipers, Joshua and Jeonghan swooped in, capturing their sunshine from all sides. “What do you say now? Feel any better?”

“A little bit,” Seokmin conceded, even though fresh tears were brimming in his eyes. But that had more to do with the love of his members than the pain in his throat or the fear that came with that pain. “Thank you.”

“What else are we good for?” Jeonghan joked. A ripple of laughter passed through the group hug. 

“But I still don’t want to see the doctor.”

“It’s not a matter of want anymore, hyung,” Seungkwan replied. “

Seokmin rolled his eyes. “I said I didn’t want to, not that I wouldn’t go.” 

“Well now you’re just being difficult.”

“Did I… miss something?”

Instead of breaking apart, the four men assembled in the group hug simply craned their necks to see Jihoon standing in the doorway looking desperately confused. 

“Dokyeomie needs to get his tonsils out,” Jeonghan explained. “So we are providing him moral support and positive vibes.” 

Without a word, Jihoon hurried to join the hug. “I’m so sorry, Kyeomie.” 

“It’s okay. I had a bad feeling it was coming when the doctor said it last month.” He laughed once, a tad of embarrassment hidden in the noise. “And I may or may not have overreacted a bit about it this morning.” 

“What? You? Overreacting? Never!” Jeonghan gasped much to the delight of his dongsaeng who nudged him, shuffling the whole hug in the process. 

“I assume that means you haven’t told anyone about this yet?” Jihoon sighed. 

Joshua shook his head. “It was kinda hard to call a manager with a friend so severely upset.” Seokmin gently rested his forehead against Joshua’s shoulder, a soft ‘thank you’ for the support that shoulder had provided just moments before. 

“So what I’m hearing is that you have no real confirmation that your tonsils need to come out…”

“Hyung, please don’t give me hope. I want to keep my delusions low.”

“I think that’s nearly impossible for you, hyung,” Seungkwan said in reply. “But I admire your delusion in your own delusions.” Seokmin attempted to elbow him, managing to hit Jeonghan instead and setting off a minor skirmish that ended in the breakup of the group hug. But the hug had served its purpose: all five of them, especially their precious Seokmin, were laughing together. And that laughter would carry them through, no matter what the doctor had to say.

[joey-smack]

review of “the end is not the end” by house of heroes for @ismashedkasso666 !!

the cover made me giggle btw

intro - not rating cause pointless ya know

if - i give this one a 9/10 cause i like it a bunch :P. these lyrics making me ponder things too … ESPECIALLY “if you were mine, i’d have the world” cause like word!

lose control - 7/10. i like it, but it doesn’t particularly stand out. “i have no future and i have no past” i fw that haaard.

leave you now - 8/10. for some reason, my favorite part is the bass LMAO. i also want to comment that this album is mixed very well… everything is the perfect volume and sounds very nice. “i can’t leave you now / i got nowhere to go anyhow” luv it.

dangerous - 10/10. i reaaaally like this one. i can’t even put lyrics here cause i love them all!!!! this one is def going on a playlist of mine. i am thanking you for making me hear this.

in the valley of the dying son - 9/10. at first i thought i wasn’t gonna like it but i reaaally do. i like the little solo part & honestly the whole song. literally just “i’m thinking of you” yes dawg i am always thinking of u 🙏🏼💔

code name : raven - 8.8/10. these cats are cookin! LMAO. this one is pretty good, i like his vocals a bunch. “you’re the only reason i stayed” / “i’m on your side until my body drains of blood” this dude GETS it.

by your side - 100/10. i looove a good sappy/acoustic song. this one is good as freak like i’m feeling it for real !!!!! “just to see your face for a moment, i’d cross the ocean again” uhh yeah most certainly … i feel like this guy just stole all my internal thoughts or smthn >_<. this song hurts, but i love it regardless.

journey into space (pt.1) - 7.5/10. i found it a liiiittle boring … don’t hate me pls 💔. it wasn’t bad, tho. the lyrics are a bit repetitive x_x.

sooner or later - 9/10. i like this one a bunch. “we never had a chance but i’m happy we that we tried” DO YOU WANT ME TO KMS!? guh. this one is super super good.

baby’s a red - 11/10. WHY IS THIS ONE MAKING ME EMOTIONAL????? okay listen i feel music harder than literally anything so like. good lird. i love this song, it’s so sweet T-T. “i will testify that i loved you” / “only that i loved you until death” YOU’RE KILLING ME!

drown - 8.9/10. this one is pretty good. “sacrifice your pride to find a new beginning” very, very true…

faces - 9.2/10. siiiigh… again, he gets me. “i only want what’s bad for me” girlll me too LMAO. i can’t properly convey my thoughts here for some reason, but i quite like this one.

voices - 6.8/10. guhh… i didn’t care much for this one </3. it could’ve been better i think.

field of daggers - 8/10. very pretty ^_^. seems religious in a way? i may be a little stupid and interpreting the lyrics incorrectly, but that’s how it sounds. the outro is very nice.

new moon - 8.5/10. “i feel the aching of an old bruise healing” gguuuuuhhhh!!! lyricism is off-the-charts. i am still taken aback at how well this album sounds, i’m seriously impressed.

ghost - 9.8/10. :-(. this one just hurts zawg… sigh. i think it’s a very fitting closing track for the album. i really like his voice, it’s versatile and fits the lyrics well. “i got my freedom, but it feels like emptiness” / “i wanna fade away driftin’ out your life” good lird. i cant even. do u want to see me cry brotha …

WE HAVE REACHED THE END!!! overall, i think i give it an 8.9/10. i did not expect to like it so much, but i really do ^_^! thank you for showing me this, i WILL kiss u on the mouth 4 this cause it is srs great. i hope my review is sufficient 💘!!!

[whrrlvr]

Why do you say Cal would commit a familicide? Not judging at all just genuinely curious and want to hear your thoughts 🙂‍↕️ !

hi so first off i don’t really think he would, but of the two, would be the most likely. see, his reasoning for zero day is less revenge based compared to andre’s. in the final will & testament tape in andre’s basement while he is going on about how people at school have mistreated him, cal stays silent. andre also switches from using ‘we’ to ‘i’ in this moment, implying that cal doesn’t share the same sentiments or memories. i don’t think it’s wrong to say cal did get bullied or was ostracized, look at the prom scene with rachel’s friends who obviously was weirded out by him, but that wasn’t his main motivation for zd.

cal wanted to leave a message. in his solo tapes we get to see his thought process more clearly on the plans and he never once mentions people who bullied him, instead focusing on himself. as i’ve said, by january he knows he’s gonna be dead in a couple months, but it feels like he already planned on it since the beginning. but he doesn’t want to just kill himself he wants to cause destruction and chaos around him, which is why he goes along with zero day. i mean let’s look at his last name, gabriel, which seems to be a reference to the angel gabriel from the bible, who was the messenger to let mary know she’ll was pregnant with the son of god.

cal very much doesn’t care who he killed, we see this early on in his tape where he’s playing the sitar. “people are gonna be like ‘oh, i had cousins in the school’ and i just… good for you.” (not a direct quote going off of memory) he has detached himself from everyone else’s lives at least by this point but we can take this evidence and believe this has been his thought process since before zero day was fully thought out.

taking everything i said, i believe it’s enough to say that if zero day wasn’t a thing, he still would have gone off and done something terrible and i don’t think familicide would have been entirely off the table. anything to get his message of destruction across to the world, even if his own blood was the collateral.

sorry for the long answer i had a lot to say #autismforthewin

[marengogo]

Tae is not the victim here, it's jimin that was called fanservice king, that forced jungkook to do the show, when it's clearly a vminkook decision. Also people think that jikook is fanservice and Taekook the private couple. So why you're mad only for Tae? Vminkook has 3 members, don't forget.

Hello there Anon,

I was going to take you to the Colosseum but, as I read your question again, I realised that it would be unfair, because from where I stand, it is as if you just walked into the arena but have no clue where I am. Am I to your right? Am I to your left? Am inside the ground beneath you? Am in the sky above? As you “can” see … it’s not quite fair, is it?

But it’s okay, not to worry, I’ll come closer to where you are and explain a couple of things. I know that from where you stand it all seems so simple as Taekookers vs Jikookers, however, I can assure, that from where HYB3/BH stands it is also a simple matter but of a very different nature, and believe me when I tell you that at the very core of it all, HYB3/BH doesn’t give a fuck about shippers for various reasons, cause if they did, you and I would not be having this conversation; I can guarantee you that. That being said, below is what you are probably experiencing as I write: 

Birdbird App ARMY: *celebrating because shippers are going to have a meltdown*

Shippers: *some are having a meltdown*, *some are bringing out their fanservice essays*, *some are jumping ship*, and *some are rejoicing at their “enemies” having a meltdown*

Solos: *Already using this to sponsor their propaganda and keep marching on*

ARMYs like me: Wondering why they’d do Tae like this.

All the above, including ARMYs like me are all very International-ARMY problems, to be more specific, Bluebird App International ARMY problems. They are the ones that live because they also see it but don't act upon it unless truly necessary the vitriol, the fanwars, the absolute drama that unfolds EVERY 👏🏾 FUCKING 👏🏾 DAY👏🏾. Every day there is an anti with a minimum 10k, to a maximum of 90k, likes hit tweet on that blasted platform. Everyday there is someone associating a member of VMINKOOK to SA, and everyday there is a person like you concluding that the information found on international social media is good fuel to use and start being confrontational within your little well, where other little frogs like yourself will eventually meet, but ... not the members, nor the company. 

Cause you see, whatever VMINKOOK said in the entire video wasn’t wrong at all. These are videos that are checked over and over and over for their South Korean audience, but only once for their international audience. When it comes to I-ARMY the questions they ask themselves are: Does it make sense? Is what we are saying generally offensive? Is the point of what we are trying to say met? AND THAT IS ABOUT IT. Questions like: Is any of the members going to be dragged on twitter because of what we say? Are we promoting one ship over the other? Do we perhaps need to provide more context to what we are saying as international people’s understanding of our culture is somewhat different from theirs YES, WE WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IF YOU COULD ACTUALLY?

They are obviously not caring about any of I-ARMY bluebird app and other social media dilemmas, though they really should consider the last question in my opinion, only for I-ARMY mental health if anything. Because our unfortunate truth is that they passed all the SK culture "questions", as there really was nothing wrong with what they said except that with the english interpretation it was all lost in translation and what we know for fact to be a Jikook show, is now misunderstood to be a VMINKOOK show, so as you can see, the only person who will logically take the brunt; is Tae honestly I really don't care about none of the shit that happens in Verona, you can miss me with that shit.

Don’t get me wrong, Solos and Shippers will find a way to make it about JK and JM: FOR SURE. But that is between them and their tiny well and if they ever cared to come out of it, and expand their horizons they might live a bit of a lighter existence, I think, but I don’t know, you see, I am talking to you from outside the well: so ... care to come out? I could use some help while trying to ask HYB3/HB to please please please pay a bit more attention when translating things for international audiences. Just for our mental health you know?

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo.  

[luci-in-the-stars]

College Decisions|| Solo

TIMING : May of this year, a few days before graduation

LOCATION:  Luci's old high school

SUMMARY: Luci is called in by her worried Principle about her college decisions. No one's mind is really changed but she manages to get her way.

CONTENT WARNINGS:  Sibling death (vaguely) tw

There was a light humming of the phosphorescent lightbulb sitting above Luci as she was pulled into yet another principle meeting.  He was a kind man, Mr. Smith. He wanted her to succeed - and Luci could appreciate the effort as he led her into his office, his slightly to big grey suit matching the grey in his hair. Luci wasn’t trying to be mean, but she sat down a little grumpy being pulled into a meeting on her last week of highschool. Honestly, she hadn’t even done anything wrong. 

“Sir, I have made my decision. I don’t want to go to Brown, and I’ve already accepted the University of Maine’s offer.” Luci said immediately at the pause, knowing exactly why she had been dragged into the office again. She was the only one in her class that had gotten into an Ivy League - and she had turned it down without batting an eye. It was the cause of a lot of gossip - at least that was what Penlope had told her in hushed tones that morning while they got ready for assembly for ‘college pride’ day. Everyone was shocked as Luci came up in a different sweatshirt. She however, didn’t quiet understand all of the looks, after all  the odd cow cryptid was actually pretty charming to her as she had carefully put the crew neck over her regular button up shirt noting how the collar’s yellow color matched well the red on Bessie’s horns. It was cute, and much better than the B on the sweatshirt she could have gotten from Brown. Even Tia had said so, even if she was confused on why Luci had a change of heart. 

“- It isn’t even a full ride -” Mr. Smith started, seemingly already grasping that Luci had figured out why she was here and starting on point one of his challenges. 

“Actually I managed to apply for some scholarships and it should all be covered. If that was what was concerning you, Sir, I have taken care of it,” Luci replied, cutting the older man off her voice sounding almost robotic as she cycled through the answers and solutions she already had. She had hoped to make the conversation brief if only because she really didn’t want to miss the last advanced chemistry honors class. They were going to make smores. 

“But -” He started again to which Luci just sighed and droned out until he stopped speaking. It wasn’t that she wanted to be rude or didn’t respect him, he just was doing the arguments she’d already written responses for. She just needed him to finish and as soon as he did she paused for a moment before starting. Making it look like she listened when she really hadn’t. 

“Look. I promised Tia I would graduate, and I promised that I would go to college. I am doing both, Mr. Smith. I don’t particularly think it’s your decision where I go, and I want to go there and they’ve accepted me. So I’m not sure what the problem is.” While the man seemed flabbergasted Luci pulled out her notebook, noting that it was a great way to shut him up. 

“Ms. De la Vega! This is an important decision and can lead to a lot of regrets if you don’t consider everything.” 

With the idea that she hadn’t considered Luci sighed the click of her pen noting that she had stopped scribbling down answers. “Mr. Smith, I’ve considered everything. I really have. I know what you all think that - this is a ‘cry for help’-” Luci’s hands made scarquotes around the words partially distracted by her very fluffy green bauble that she had attached to her pen. “-but whether it is or not, it’s really not up to you what I do in my future. Besides, I can get an excellent education there.” 

That and the part she didn’t say out loud was she had found Milo there. He wasn’t particularly careful in hiding, and she’d found him months ago. The only reason she hadn’t gone immediately was she had made promises. She had promised Tia and Gen to finish school and go to college and Luci felt a pull to do so even if she didn’t care about all of it. It’s why she was the head of the speech and debate club and track and field. It’s why she  studied to get the best on the SATs she could. It’s why even now there were four or five people at this school that glared at her wondering when they would get the top grade. It’s why she had carefully curated and prepared her college applications - mostly alone. She had followed her promises even going so far to apply to the school that her sister had teasingly pointed out would be a good fit. 

She kept her promises even when she really didn’t want to. 

She just wanted to know why he hadn’t and if it meant that she went to a strange little town, it meant that. If it meant that she got the truth and that she can start piecing back her magic that’s all she wanted. 

So she made a promise to herself. She was going to Wicked’s Rest and no one would stop her.

With a sigh Mr. Smith looked at the youngest of the family and nodded, gesturing towards the candy bowl, which Luci carefully plucked a  green jolly rancher out of waiting for the other man to talk. 

“I am sorry, Luci. With everything that happened, and I know it’s your choice I just - don’t want you to regret your decision. I can see that you are firm with this, and I think that determination will get you far. Just be careful.” His eyes seemed to know more than Luci was super comfortable with him knowing. She had been careful not to mention she had found Milo - not wanting anyone to stop her from going. Still, she wondered if he had figured it out and that’s why he suddenly reduced the pressure.

“Okay. I will,” Luci said quietly standing up and shoving notebook 5 - her school observation one- back into her bag quickly before reaching out her hand to shake his. “ I’ll see you on Saturday at graduation then, Sir.”  Only her Tia would be there. Luci was pretty sure of that, but part of her did hope that her siblings would be there too. 

“See you then, Luci.” 

[punkscowardschampions]

Sylke & Co'Neill & Slaggie

Sylvie: [Okay, so, basic premise here is that Sam’s mother is a receptionist at the school and thus knows why Sylvie has been having time off recently due to/getting diagnosed with her chronic illness, of course she tells her daughter who spreads it like it’s hot goss even though it really ain’t girl but pop off]

Jake: I’m sorry for what Sam did

Jake: not that I’m responsible for her, and how much she’s decided to suck lately, anymore but

Sylvie: You and everyone else

Sylvie: wasn’t quite the slam-dunk she’d hoped for, clearly

Jake: Is there anything I can do?

Jake: you weren’t in [whatever lesson she should be], I took notes

Sylvie: Why would there be anything you, in particular, could or should do?

Sylvie: I’m not worried about [this lesson], you can keep your notes, tah

Jake: We share [however many] classes, you’re not worried about any of them?

Sylvie: I’m not actually thinking about any of them, no, can’t lie

Sylvie: but in case the grapevine got it wrong, I’m not contagious, nor terminal, so I’ll be back to not care about all my lessons in person before long

Jake: I’m sorry I asked

Sylvie: How rude of me not to consider your feelings in all of this, random guy from my [however many classes y’all have together like a list] class

Jake: It’s cool, I don’t belong in your inbox

Sylvie: You wouldn’t be in my inbox for any other reason, like the rest sending their sympathies

Jake: I would’ve started a group chat and invited everyone on the receiving end of Sam’s attention seeking but you’d really be bombarded with nonstop notifications then

Sylvie: Would kill time in the endless waiting rooms 

Sylvie: but I don’t need to dedicate time to bullying her in retribution, the mushroom head jokes write themselves, hence all that attention-seeking

Jake: No bullying tolerated, first rule of the fictional group chat

Sylvie: Of course there would be rules

Jake: Without them, I’ve created a free-for-all, more chaos

Sylvie: I got who you were from the note-taking, you didn’t need to double down quite so hard

Jake: Most of the school’s first impression of me is [something theatre kid coded because Timmy is that bitch, giving a role you slayed or something embarrassing that occurred on stage nobody has let you live down, mentioning both for both sides of the coin]

Sylvie: I remember, you aren’t a complete stranger and I wasn’t entirely anonymous before the news drop

Jake: I remember you at the front when [a band that isn’t his] played [a venue]

Sylvie: You’ve stopped [whatever embarrassment baby you committed on stage] since

Jake: The first time happened to be the last, luckily

Sylvie: [Whatever venue you last saw his band at, as part of a show] wouldn’t have you back else

Jake: My new band haven’t been invited back, maybe you can put in a good word for us

Sylvie: What happened to your other band?

Jake: Creative differences

Sylvie: Yours or

Jake: Between the bassist and the drummer

Sylvie: Oh, well if your rhythm section can’t get along you’re fucked

Sylvie: I assumed it was you

Jake: Why would you assume that?

Sylvie: You used the term creative differences, means you’re the type to cause them, usually

Jake: I’m a pacifist, I used the term to avoid spreading gossip

Sylvie: Does pacifism extend to gossip or are you misusing that term?

Jake: Punches being thrown at my former band practice isn’t my story to tell, but it is the story

Sylvie: My moneys on the drummer starting it and the bassist ending it

Jake: You’ve still got all your money, good guesses

Sylvie: Educated guess

Sylvie: there’s an inherent show-offiness to drumming, in comparison to playing bass, which is so monotonous it’s practically sociopathic

Jake: I guess, now that I think about it

Sylvie: You’re welcome, you’ll never look at any band the same

Jake: Including [whatever his latest band is called lol]

Sylvie: You’ll inevitably go solo

Jake: Who would I have creative differences with?

Sylvie: Whatever poor fool you’ve convinced is your muse at the time, naturally

Jake: My muse isn’t anybody’s fool

Jake: or going anywhere

Sylvie: Right

Sylvie: save that talk for her

Jake: You’re right, pretty insensitive of me to mention how happy I am

Sylvie: No, your whole schtick just makes me feel worse than my illness

Jake: I’m being my authentic self

Sylvie: You’re the poor fool then, got it

Jake: Only in this errand of checking in on you

Sylvie: It’s a chore you’re unburdened from

Sylvie: I didn’t ask you to

Jake: You didn’t ask Sam to spread your private health issues around, I was just trying to make sure you were okay

Sylvie: No shit I didn’t

Jake: It’s messed up [Sam’s mum’s name actually because you knew her like that and you would] would even tell her

Sylvie: Professionalism at its finest

Sylvie: shouldn’t be surprised, this place is a dump

Jake: You and your parents should make a complaint

Sylvie: You should talk to them, they’re chomping at the bit to

Jake: Unsurprisingly

Sylvie: I’m not letting them

Jake: Unless they both uncharacteristically learn a lesson from this, what happened to you will to somebody else

Sylvie: So what, I have to be the patron saint of freaks now?

Jake: Who knows what could be spitefully talked about next, why would you let the behaviour become a pattern when you can stop it here?

Sylvie: Excuse me

Sylvie: Samantha and her mammy being bitches has nothing to do with me, never mind making it my responsibility because they decided to be cunts to me first

Jake: Our petition for a new school secretary has [however many] signatures

Jake: her breach of confidentiality doesn’t just affect you, it’s a school wide problem now

Sylvie: Last time I checked it was my confidentiality that got breached, not anyone else’s

Sylvie: who the fuck thought it was acceptable to make a petition?

Jake: [one of his friends who is that bitch] floated the idea and we all agreed, along with everybody whose signature is on it

Sylvie: Their signatures are on it because it’s trending, let it blow over how it would if you hadn’t made it into this circus and no one would give a shit or pretend to

Jake: We didn’t make it into anything, Sam and her mother did

Jake: we’re choosing to be proactive before anyone else falls victim to the same misconduct

Sylvie: You’re point-scoring

Sylvie: off of my pain and telling me it’s not about me whilst you do, showing how full of shit you are

Jake: If we were point scoring, we’d tell everybody to boycott [Sam’s band, whether that’s his former one or another]’s gigs and uploads

Jake: what [her mum, not her first name this time but mrs whatever] did was unprofessional and wrong, other people are going to suffer if we stay silent

Sylvie: What makes you qualified to make that decision?

Sylvie: The head will have heard, they’ll act accordingly, it’s literally nothing to do with you or the do-good brigade 

Jake: Giving the head our feedback is something we’re encouraged to do whenever there’s an assembly, no one is acting unreasonably with this response

Sylvie: What about talking over victims, is that encouraged or just a personal hobby?

Jake: I’m not talking over you, you’re refusing to speak up

Sylvie: Virtue signal on someone else’s life

Sylvie: pick one of the learning-disabled kids, why don’t you, they won’t realise that you don’t actually give a fuck

Jake: Believe it or not, I recognise how important this is

Jake: the lives, multiple, which could be ruined

Sylvie: Oh it all makes sense now

Sylvie: Ha, you self-serving prick

Jake: It’s not rocket science, if the head shares your unhelpful attitude, we’ll organise walkouts from lessons and a sit-in in their office, a letter writing campaign which goes however high up it needs to

Sylvie: What’s not rocket science, Jakey, is that Sam, for some unknown reason, fancies you

Sylvie: so she isn’t likely to spill your shameful little secret now, is she, so you can leave all that bullshit out

Jake: You’re being selfish, I’m not that person

Sylvie: That’s exactly who you are

Sylvie: you’re willing to have God knows how many people scurrying around doing your dirty work to look like you aren’t too

Jake: You don’t know me

Sylvie: I know why you’re pretending to care

Sylvie: that’s enough to have no interest in the rest of your fake personality 

Jake: I care, it isn’t performative 

Sylvie: You care about yourself

Sylvie: and you’ve got nothing to worry about, as I said, so you can relax

Jake: You can relax, we aren’t asking you to be our poster girl

Sylvie: Yes you are, my secret isn’t one anymore

Jake: This is bigger than a single secret

Sylvie: Your secret > my secret

Jake: School’s hard enough when everyone is doing their job, she isn’t

Sylvie: And we’ve gotta protect the status quo at all costs

Sylvie: if you’re not the biggest fish in your small pond, who will you be

Jake: What are you talking about?

Sylvie: You talk in wes like you’re a fucking cult leader

Sylvie: you might be the unelected mouthpiece of the dullest hanger-ons but you ain’t mine, get over it

Jake: As I keep saying, I’m not speaking for you

Sylvie: It happened to me

Jake: Today you were let down

Jake: I’m looking ahead to tomorrow and the day after, to protect everybody

Sylvie: How nice for you that you can look ahead

Jake: You don’t have to share my vision, again, I’m not asking you to

Sylvie: If I did care about Sam telling everyone your business, you’ve done everything in your power to make sure I don’t now

Jake: You don’t have to like me either, I’ll get over it

Sylvie: You’re delusional if you think confidentiality is an issue that stops and starts with one chatty bitch on the front desk

Sylvie: it isn’t going to be kept secret, you should get over that first

Jake: My mother doesn’t come home and share every ED patient’s story with me, I’m not asking for much

Sylvie: That’s a rarity, not the rule

Sylvie: Police take pictures with dead bodies and WhatsApp their shit craic with them, for fuck’s sake, boy

Sylvie: It’s common sense, oh don’t hand that bag of peanuts to Jake, oh Jake gets to leave early to go shoot himself up with insulin, ah Jake better leave the room there’s flashing lights in this clip, people will expect explanations and the teachers aren’t going to make their lives harder to save yours

Jake: You’re fine with accepting things you think you can’t change, I’m not with letting messed up things slide

Jake: [tell her when the next protest is about defunding the police or whatever], I’ll be there, you should come

Sylvie: Yeah, well, as there’s no cure there’s no alternative

Sylvie: Say the serenity prayer and take my toilet pass gratefully 

Jake: There’s no cure for [whatever your dad died of] either, I still haven’t made my peace with it

Jake: but anger and sadness can be harnessed into something else, do good

Sylvie: You shouldn’t be forced into ‘doing good’ just because you’ve been dealt a shit hand

Sylvie: that’s just guilt, or attempting to buy karma

Jake: I’m not forced, but if other people get a better hand thanks to how I’m reacting to my shit one, I’ll go for that over making everyone feel bad because I do

Sylvie: Makes it all worth it, does it

Jake: It helps with feeling like nothing means anything, or that it’ll all be shit all of the time

Sylvie: Maybe being angry does too

Sylvie: people don’t stay it just because they’ve not had that epiphany 

Jake: Maybe, I don’t know, I’ve not had that opportunity

Jake: toxic masculinity wouldn’t be worth trialling with my mother and sister

Sylvie: Blaming the women in your life for your stunted emotional range is a fantastic start

Jake: I’ll bear it in mind

Sylvie: You should

Jake: I will

Sylvie: She’ll probably get put on probation anyway, if not sacked

Sylvie: there’s no point getting in this big of a state over it

Jake: We’re pushing for her dismissal, I’ll calm down when there’s a new face on reception

Sylvie: Jesus

Jake: Thanks for your support

Sylvie: You don’t have it

Sylvie: but I’m happy for you, that your secret won’t be outed, it’s great

Jake: You don’t believe secrets can be kept

Sylvie: Nah

Sylvie: but it hasn’t yet, so amend the statement, the sentiment is the same

Jake: Yeah, the sentiment is insincere anyway

Sylvie: You’d know all about that, like

Jake: No I wouldn’t

Sylvie: Ha ha

Sylvie: very good

Jake: Your cynical takes are easier to keep to yourself

Sylvie: Awh, you wear your bleeding heart on your sleeve

Jake: I’m open about who I am

Sylvie: That’s your persona anyway

Jake: It’s my personhood

Sylvie: Why does it matter to you that everyone believes that?

Jake: It would matter if everyone had a false perception of me

Sylvie: You’ve convinced who you need to, the loyal followers

Jake: I’m no one’s leader

Sylvie: Sure, JC

Jake: In your head I’m some shark dictator, cool album art but it isn’t imitating life

Sylvie: I know what your inner circle acts like around you

Jake: You can’t know how that makes me feel

Sylvie: If you hated it, you wouldn’t let it happen

Jake: Every battle I’m fighting is a losing one, has been your approach

Sylvie: Just let them swoon and fawn, Christ, the ego on you

Jake: I can’t help being liked

Sylvie: You could not let people make holy shows of themselves

Sylvie: or are only girls taught not to lead boys on, -1 for your mammy there

Jake: I don’t lead anybody on, I have a girlfriend

Sylvie: A girlfriend who acts like a different person when she’s single, yeah, I’ve met both versions

Jake: That’s not true

Sylvie: Yes it fucking is

Sylvie: it’s common knowledge bordering on an inside joke, but you aren’t asking anyone because you wouldn’t want to hear it

Jake: Why would I want to hear you making a joke of her?

Sylvie: The girl that isn’t glued to your side is a massive bully herself, she can handle it

Jake: I wouldn’t be in love with a bully any more than I would with someone with no autonomy 

Sylvie: You said it

Jake: You’re coming at me with misplaced anger

Sylvie: You’re the one insisting I’m angry

Jake: After you’ve attacked mine and my girlfriend’s characters, sure

Sylvie: Characters sums it up, I’d feel bad or, sure, work up to a nice rage if either of you was a real person

Jake: I’m still a real person from behind a keyboard

Sylvie: I’ll say it to your face

Sylvie: but the truth is that you aren’t a real person to me, so there’s no need either of us wasting our time or energy

Jake: Focus your time and energy on feeling as well as you can

Sylvie: Fuck you, don’t you ever thoughts and prayers at me

Jake: I’m Jewish

Sylvie: What does that have to do with anything?

Jake: I wouldn’t ever thoughts and prayers at you

Sylvie: I’m pretty sure Jewish people pray too but alright, you can claim superior knowledge on this one

Jake: I’ll see you around when you’re back in school

Sylvie: Did you just play the religion card?

Jake: What card?

Sylvie: Acting like I hate-crimed you to get out of the conversation, you can just go, there’s no need to drag Jesus and his lack of importance into this

Jake: It’s a good place to leave the conversation, without dragging religion into it

Sylvie: Whatever, enjoy your anonymity whilst it lasts

Jake: Thanks, I’ll try and live in the moment

Sylvie: Well I risk bringing religion into this if I say that’s all there is

Jake: Other than my name, religion is all I have of my dead father

Jake: not to play that card

Sylvie: I’m not a monster, it’s shit about your dad

Sylvie: that isn’t what you have, is it, you said there’s no cure

Jake: No, it isn’t something I have, not yet anyway

Sylvie: That’s good

Jake: You don’t need to pretend to care

Sylvie: I can be glad you aren’t imminently dying, I could say that about basically everyone, bar you know, nazis or whatever

Jake: Neither was he, dying took fucking ages, actually

Sylvie: That’s rough

Jake: Not for me, I barely remember any of it, or him

Sylvie: For your mammy, your sister is older too, right

Jake: Yeah

Sylvie: Was she a nurse before or was that a making the best of a shit-hand decision?

Jake: She stayed at home and looked after us before, he had a good enough job, I guess

Sylvie: Yeah, must’ve, I see why you value perseverance so highly then

Jake: + 1 for her, she’s even again

Sylvie: Blaming her for your flaws was probably harsh to begin with, maybe you were just born this way

Jake: You’ve been pretty harsh from the beginning

Sylvie: Not to your mam, even if your sister was as unbearable as you, 2 isn’t enough for pattern recognition

Jake: In the rest of your unsolicited opinions

Jake: and if you decide to attack my sister next, I’d struggle to defend her right now

Sylvie: You’re not meant to get on, are you

Sylvie: that’s my understanding of siblings

Jake: We usually do

Sylvie: Your illness has made her weird

Jake: She wants to out me, they both want to

Sylvie: Safety reasons, yeah

Jake: It’s as under control as it’ll ever be, that’s what the meds are for

Sylvie: Someone has to know about the meds, right, you’re not allowed to just walk around with them

Jake: I don’t need to be spoon fed them, this is my thing to manage, no one else’s

Sylvie: I take mine at home

Sylvie: as if there’s anything there you’d really wanna OD on

Jake: They take time to kick in, that’s why they’re worried

Jake: my sister’s become my mother and my mother’s become my nurse

Sylvie: I think my parents would like to put me back in the test tube, start again

Jake: My sister was a test tube baby too, not me though

Sylvie: Happy little accident sounds better than immaculate conception, JC

Jake: Less happy now I’ve lost the genetic lottery but

Sylvie: Being a disappointment doesn’t sit well

Sylvie: me either

Jake: Who knew normal was this underrated

Sylvie: Being a freak isn’t going to get any better, however I frame it

Jake: You’re not a freak, Sylvie

Sylvie: That’s the PC answer but you’d not be petrified if it were true

Jake: We don’t have the same thing

Sylvie: Oh, so you’ve compared and yours is worse?

Sylvie: Geez, not the Special Olympics, or what those are about, FYI

Jake: I’m just letting you know, if either of us look like freaks, it’s me and my symptoms, not you

Jake: you don’t even look sick

Sylvie: Not yet

Sylvie: but there are loads of roads that end up with me looking

Sylvie: just shit, real shit

Jake: Roads you might not travel down

Sylvie: Your tablets kick in and you can go incognito, is how it sounds

Jake: That’s a might be too, the doctors won’t say if they’ll stop my freakish symptoms or only lessen them

Sylvie: I see

Sylvie: we’re both just doomed to keeping an eye then

Jake: I can’t let any more people see me like that than already have

Sylvie: I don’t blame you for trying to control that

Jake: The problem is, I don’t have control

Sylvie: That’s the problem, whatever you have wrong with you, it’s always that

Sylvie: and it’s unbearable

Jake: What are you going to do?

Sylvie: What are you?

Jake: Hope (and maybe pray) the meds work and focus on keeping the side effects to myself

Jake: if they don’t, I’ll be in the same boat as you

Sylvie: What are your odds?

Sylvie: Or do they not tell you that either

Jake: They can’t or won’t

Sylvie: Treat it like 50/50 then

Jake: Is that what you’re doing?

Sylvie: On a good day

Sylvie: who wants fucking downer added to their diagnosis, right

Jake: Who wants a diagnosis?

Sylvie: Nothing I can do about that, or you

Sylvie: ignore it and all your symptoms are still there

Jake: Ignored by my friends and girlfriend, if I play my cards right

Sylvie: Your girlfriend doesn’t know?

Jake: She’ll feel sorry for me, like my family does

Sylvie: I don’t know why I sounded surprised, actually, makes total sense

Jake: When the meds work there’s nothing for her to know

Jake: I’ll be able to do all the stuff I do now, when my overprotective mother and sister have no grounds to decide I can’t

Sylvie: It’s your life, Jakey, far be it from me to comment on how shallow it is

Jake: You could comment if you had a front row view of my life and not just [the band before]’s set on [and the date, written pretentiously with /]

Sylvie: You just told me so I’m perfectly capable

Sylvie: it’s weird she doesn’t know you’ve had a medical emergency already, then you’re going to keep it from her indefinitely, which is even weirder

Jake: Opening up about it would only upset her, unnecessarily

Jake: Why would I do that, she’d worry herself sick too, and for what?

Sylvie: I didn’t know what you had was that fake, fucking hell

Jake: What we have is real, the reasons we fell in love are, and this doesn’t change any of them

Sylvie: You just treat her like a child, or an anxious pet

Sylvie: not an equal you share your life and worries with

Jake: Since when is wanting to protect someone you care about a bad thing?

Sylvie: No, it’s so sweet you keep her in the dark about the fact you could drop down dead any second

Sylvie: wouldn’t want to worry the poor thing

Jake: Anyone could die whenever, it isn’t unique to me

Sylvie: Give me a break

Jake: She could get hit by the bus she’s catching later

Jake: we choose not to think like that to be happy, and we are

Sylvie: What’s the point?

Sylvie: Actually, you don’t need to answer that, it’s far too transparent for me to bother asking 

Jake: Until you bother to get to know somebody, nothing’s transparent

Sylvie: You’re free to amaze me with your answer as to why you’re together but that’s much more unlikely than the bus hitting her, honestly

Jake: I’m amazed you haven’t fallen in love yet

Sylvie: Mm, I’m the cynic when you’re choosing to overlook the whole in sickness and in health thing so she still fancies you

Jake: For her sake, she wants to be the first person in her family to go to Uni, not nurse me

Sylvie: She’s not going to do that

Sylvie: let’s be honest about the shelf-life of teenage relationships

Jake: She’s not going to do that because I’d rather die this second

Sylvie: It isn’t going to happen because she’ll have dumped you long before then

Sylvie: you need to calm down

Jake: Your aromanticism is nothing to do with me

Sylvie: What are you talking about now?

Jake: You don’t have to root for my relationship to work out

Sylvie: And you don’t have to call me some kind of slur just because you know it won’t

Jake: It isn’t a slur, I don’t use derogatory language like that

Sylvie: What it sounds like

Sylvie: or you further diagnosing me without my consent

Jake: Google it

Sylvie: How passive aggressive

Sylvie: I’ve enough to be doom-scrolling through, thank you very much

Jake: Me too, without your anti first love rhetoric dooming us

Sylvie: It’s not my fault it isn’t the 30s and you can’t force the first girl you lock eyes with to tie herself to you forever

Jake: It’s your fault you’re twisting a positive into a negative and forcing me to be your audience

Sylvie: You’re so used to being the performance, clearly

Sylvie: I’m not forcing you to do anything, you came into my inbox

Jake: I haven’t set foot on a stage for ages

Sylvie: Why, don’t want to drop down dead on it and liven up the set?

Jake: We aren’t a punk band

Sylvie: Are you going to quit then?

Jake: I don’t want to but

Sylvie: Yeah

Sylvie: I don’t even want to come back to that place right now so I get it

Jake: Are your parents cool with you staying off?

Sylvie: Not indefinitely 

Sylvie: but for now, yeah, they get it

Sylvie: that part, anyway

Jake: Then I won’t see you around, for a while anyway

Sylvie: You’re welcome for that small mercy

Jake: You too

Sylvie: On a list of my worries, you wouldn’t be registering but sure, a reprieve from your fakery and bullshit

Jake: I could say the same thing

Sylvie: The first part at least

Jake: Yeah, that

Sylvie: I’m glad your pathological need to be liked is taking a backseat to your health, shits important

Jake: I don’t need you to like me

Sylvie: Who said I was talking about me

Jake: Why would you be when you can take the chance to talk about everyone else in my life?

Sylvie: You don’t want your own friends to know you’re sick, what kind of friends even are they?

Jake: I don’t want anybody to know, you of all people should understand that

Sylvie: I didn’t get a choice

Jake: I’ve still got one, for now

Jake: I don’t care what you think

Sylvie: I’m not asking you to, Mr you of all people

Jake: You’re asking questions of me, my girlfriend and my friends

Jake: but the only answer that matters is, when they know you’re sick, people either get distant or too close and both suck

Jake: I didn’t ask for this, or for anything to change

Sylvie: Thanks for your prognosis, you fucking arsehole

Jake: I remember the sympathy cards and the food parcels vividly the first time around, before he was even dead, no one could wait to send either

Sylvie: Newsflash, unless you are quite literally dying in under 6 months, people do not give a shit about disabled people

Sylvie: no one is going to make you a casserole about it but your arrogance can’t have it that even in your sickness you aren’t going to be special

Jake: I don’t want to be, not for this

Sylvie: I know but you think you will be

Sylvie: China is going to kill all her dreams to nurse you, come off it

Jake: You think I’m running a cult, am I the centre of my friend’s universes or aren’t I?

Jake: China loves me

Sylvie: Ah, that’s the thing

Sylvie: will you be if you’re sick, can you handle it if the answer is a no

Sylvie: and China will find a less annoying and better-looking version of you to fix ideals onto at Uni, if not before

Jake: She isn’t that person, my friends aren’t those people

Sylvie: Sam was your friend

Jake: Until she wanted us to be more

Sylvie: And now you’re all banding together to get her mam sacked

Sylvie: and I seem to recall you all shunning your lovely girlfriend when you thought she’d cheated on you

Sylvie: no, you’re really solid people, definitely

Jake: We didn’t shun her, I asked for space, which she gave me

Sylvie: She got iced out by all her friends who sided with you

Sylvie: put a positive spin on it to your brainwashed fans, the rest of us see you for the dramatic, petty people you are

Jake: They’d side with her if I cheated, none of us condone it

Sylvie: Like hell would they

Jake: I’d be the one in the wrong and held accountable for that

Sylvie: The committee doesn’t care about right and wrong, just appearing the former and appearing as cool

Sylvie: which is why she’s only in when she’s with you, she knows what they think about her as a solo entity, why else would she fit herself into the box of your girlfriend

Jake: And your basis for that is what? All the hanging out with them, or me, that you haven’t done?

Sylvie: Girls talk, sorry to your feminist mother

Sylvie: and they talk about her, in front of her face if you aren’t around to hear it

Jake: I’m not around, this is the first I’ve heard of it

Sylvie: Shock horror, the girl you tell fuck all to tells you fuck all right back

Sylvie: I’ve no reason to lie about it, though I shouldn’t have told you because China clearly doesn’t want you to know 

Jake: Thanks for telling me

Sylvie: She doesn’t like them either, the consolation is that it’s mutual

Jake: There’s no consolation in my friends and girlfriend apparently hating each other

Sylvie: It’s the girls, as I said, the boys are surely a mixed bag and less reliable

Sylvie: sorry your group of affected cool kids turned out to be disingenuous, must suck if you seriously bought your own hype

Jake: [a percentage, idk how many girls vs boys there are in this group and it doesn’t matter truly] is more than enough

Jake: and does suck

Sylvie: I thought you knew

Jake: You think I’d let something like that slide

Sylvie: I thought it was reciprocal

Sylvie: you were all using each other, that’s how it seems, so no one can take it personally

Jake: Cool

Sylvie: I didn’t mean to tell you her shit, alright, it’s her business if she does or doesn’t like your stupid friends

Jake: Well you did, and now it’s my business too, as if I didn’t have enough to fucking worry about

Sylvie: Alright, I’m not going to feel sorry for you

Sylvie: you get in some sort of narc rage because the people in your life don’t follow your rules 

Sylvie: It’s actually nothing to do with you if they do or don’t get along but you’re going to form a fucking peaceful protest over it

Jake: You don’t get to tell me they’re all bad people and then tell me to just let it go

Sylvie: So are you, sos your girlfriend, Christ

Sylvie: they aren’t stealing her lunch money and shoving her in lockers, you don’t need to step in and defend her honour

Jake: Yeah I do, because we’re really not

Sylvie: It’s your funeral

Sylvie: because I shouldn’t have needed to be the one to break this ‘news’ to you, open your fucking eyes some time

Jake: But you felt the need to

Jake: Why?

Sylvie: Your delusion makes me angry

Jake: You’re not my doctor

Sylvie: You were here, fishing for tips on how to stay incognito, to convince me to jump on the bandwagon for your sake

Jake: I’ll go now

Sylvie: You still get what you wanted, just not from me

Jake: And you got to vent some of your anger on me

Sylvie: If you were still being smug and fake, you’d say you were glad you could be that sounding board for me at this difficult time

Jake: I’m trying not to say something anti-feminist right now

Sylvie: I can tell

Sylvie: no need to let me drag you down to my level, you’re so above it

Jake: Like you can tell I’ve been living in an echo chamber

Sylvie: Like first love, you’ll grow out of it

Sylvie: or continue to be unbearable and unaware into adulthood, the % is still unfortunately high after 25 too

Jake: Unless life gets cut short, it’s long

Sylvie: That never seemed like a bad thing before

Jake: You weren’t facing disability before

Sylvie: If I say I’d rather die this second, doesn’t mean I’m planning anything so don’t overreact

Jake: I’ve already said it, and there’s no ambulance here

Sylvie: You’re famously a drama queen, [calling him whatever that starring role he mentioned is named]

Sylvie: and I’m so level-headed

Jake: Hard-headed

Jake: and hearted

Sylvie: It’s a symptom, or a side-effect, maybe

Jake: I’m not your doctor

Sylvie: Thank God

Sylvie: you’ve pried enough without going that far

Jake: For one day

Sylvie: Is that a threat you’ll be back or

Jake: Reassurance I’m logging out

Sylvie: White-knighting to do, etc

Sylvie: Good luck

Jake: [do go because you’ve been left with much to ponder lol]

Sylvie: [explosive first convo, go us]

China: Did you start [whatever book] in your English class today too?

China: I’ve read it hundreds of times, if you need to ask me anything about it

Jake: Can we talk, not about [this book]?

Jake: I have other questions

China: What kind of questions?

Jake: Is it true that you and [the girls of the friend group] aren’t friends?

China: Which one of them said that?

Jake: None of them said anything

Jake: don’t deflect, I need to know

China: I’m not deflecting, I don’t understand why you’re asking this if one of them hasn’t said something

Jake: I’m asking you to help me understand if this is true or not

Jake: and if it is, why you’d keep it from me

China: Why do you think it’s true?

Jake: Just tell me

China: I don’t know what you mean, they’re mostly your friends

China: and you know I’m not a girl’s girl

Jake: Do they act different when I’m not there?

China: Like in lessons?

China: of course it isn’t the same as hanging out

Jake: No, when we’re hanging out

Jake: if I’m out of earshot, what do they say?

China: Different how?

China: What are you getting at, are you asking if I badmouth you when you’re not there?

Jake: Do they you when I’m not around?

China: I don’t know

China: just tell me what’s been said

Jake: I have told you

China: But what do you want from me?

Jake: For you to tell me the truth

China: Maybe? Sometimes?

China: I don’t know, it’s not a big deal, whatever

Jake: Yeah it is, I’m your boyfriend, you’re meant to come to me, not let me hear this from someone else

China: Why would anyone be talking about it, it isn’t new and it doesn’t matter

Jake: It matters to me that it’s new information to only me

China: Baby, it’s fine, you don’t need to worry about it

Jake: Don’t baby me

China: Please don’t be angry at me

China: you’re the person that brings everyone together, that’s all, it’s a good thing about you

Jake: I’m not always going to be around, or this wouldn’t have come up

China: Where are you going?

China: We don’t need to hang out when you aren’t there, why would we?

Jake: Because they’re meant to be your friends too

China: I don’t go out without you so I don’t see why it’s important

Jake: I can’t go out as much anymore

China: Then I’ll stay in with you, won’t I?

Jake: I don’t want to hold you back, us to be that couple

China: Hold me back from what? I just want to spend time with you, doing whatever

Jake: It would suck if you got bored of me

China: I’m never going to get bored of you

Jake: I’m thinking of quitting the band

China: You’re way more talented than the others, honestly

Jake: I’m only as good as my muse

China: So not true, you’ve always been amazing

Jake: Everyone still talks about when I pulled you up on stage to sing with me

China: It was such a magical moment, like from a movie, that’s why

Jake: I would’ve messed the words up if you weren’t singing them for me, I couldn’t take my eyes off you, haven’t for a second since

China: So why would I ever take mine off of you, for what?

Jake: Your happiness means everything to me, I don’t want to be friends with somebody who doesn’t see that and value it themselves too

China: You can be friends with whoever you want to, I am not that girl

Jake: You’re my girl

China: I’m so glad you aren’t upset with me

Jake: I’m upset for you, that they’d treat you like this

China: They’re not treating me like anything, not really

Jake: Not really?

China: I mean, we just don’t get along, I’ve told you, I don’t care

China: it’s not something for you to be upset about, honestly

Jake: I care, I love you, I want everyone to

China: That’s adorable

China: I don’t need everyone to love me, just you

Jake: I’m sorry I snapped at you, I’m under a lot of stress right now but that’s no excuse

China: You just worried me, you didn’t snap

China: we’re cool

Jake: I’m worried about you and what’s been happening with [these girls]

China: Don’t be, nothing has happened

Jake: You’re just saying that so I’m not upset

China: It’s true, I don’t care what they think of me

Jake: What do they think of you?

China: I thought you knew, you know something

Jake: Maybe I want to hear it from you

China: Why though? Can’t we just drop it

Jake: Because if I’m going to drop them, I need to know why

Jake: they were my friends, had been since [whenever]

China: You aren’t going to drop them, that’s so serious

Jake: I’m more serious about you

China: They’re your friends, nothing changes that

Jake: They’ve changed it by not accepting you

China: I don’t want a big drama, they’ll think I’ve poisoned you against them

Jake: No drama, cutting toxic people out is the right thing to do, whoever they are or were

Jake: they don’t have to all be Sams before I decide to

China: It’s your choice but it’s not going to help with the pressure you’re under

Jake: It’s okay, that’s not your fault

Jake: jealousy sucks

China: I don’t think they’re jealous

Jake: I should’ve realised they would be, of how cool you are

China: Stop 😌

Jake: I thought they’d be happy for me, how happy I am with you

China: I’m sure they are

Jake: They’d like you if they were

China: They can be happy for you and not love me, they don’t have to

Jake: They don’t have to badmouth you

China: They don’t to you

Jake: That doesn’t make it okay, it isn’t

Jake: it makes it worse, that they’d go behind my back instead of being upfront about their feelings

China: They don’t want to make it a thing either

China: it isn’t like we’re fighting

Jake: Well, it is a thing

China: Jake

Jake: You don’t have to downplay it anymore, not now I know and I’m upset too

China: I haven’t been, truly

Jake: I’ll talk to them tomorrow

China: I can’t stop you

Jake: I’m doing this for you, for us, you shouldn’t be trying to

China: Obviously you have the best intentions

Jake: Then why are you second-guessing them?

China: I’m not

Jake: You are, it’s like you don’t trust me, when you’re the one who didn’t tell me about any of this

China: I do trust you, I just don’t want to make a fuss

China: that’s why I didn’t tell you, I didn’t need to

Jake: It’s a big deal, we spend almost as much time with them as together

China: I’m there for you

Jake: I’m not there for you if I let my friends talk bad about you

China: I mean it’s not really them I’m interested in, you know

China: no offence or anything

Jake: I know but

China: I’ll make more of an effort with them, things will be better

Jake: There’s [however many] of them, they should make the effort instead of ganging up on you

China: It’s a two-way street, right

China: I didn’t know it mattered so much to you, I was being stupid

Jake: It’s seriously uncool, I won’t be able to look at any of them the same way

China: I was, I didn’t try at all to be friendly

Jake: Don’t blame yourself, baby

Jake: you’re the victim here

China: I’m not

Jake: I’ll try harder to be the glue, play my part

China: You don’t need to try, you just are

China: you bring everyone together 

Jake: I do or this wouldn’t have happened

China: I’m the one that didn’t have friends before, I’m not used to it

Jake: I’m meant to be helping you

China: You do, too much

Jake: Not enough, I’m sorry

Jake: I’ve been miles away lately

China: You have nothing to apologise for and I have everything to thank you for

Jake: You really don’t, I feel shit for missing anything and needing it to be spelled out by somebody else

China: You missed it because it’s not important

China: you let me stay over all the time, you write such nice songs about me, everything else I owe you for

Jake: You don’t owe me anything, you’re owed time spent just us and songs are my love language

Jake: you’re so important to me

China: You’re important to me too

Jake: I’ll be a more attentive boyfriend from now on, show you

China: You already are

Jake: I’ll miss nothing

China: 😊

Jake: [not you quoting some of your own lyrics from a song you wrote about her like that’s a promise ™ ]

China: I love that song

Jake: Be in a band with me, I don’t need anyone else, that’s where I’m going wrong

China: I can’t be in a band

Jake: Yeah you can

China: I’m nowhere near your level, even at singing

China: and I can’t play anything properly, I’d drag you down

Jake: Your voice is as good as mine

China: No it’s not

China: I’m fine for musical theatre, that’s it, not real singing

Jake: I’m not getting back on stage unless I’m with you, harmonising 

China: You can’t do that to your fans

Jake: I’m your biggest fan, don’t do this to me

China: Omg, stop

Jake: I’ll even let you name our duet

China: You’re better at titles

Jake: You’re more talented than anyone else has ever told you, including [a teacher], your second biggest fan

China: They can’t show favouritism 

Jake: We’ll get to spend longer together

China: We can do that anyway, I’ll listen to you

Jake: Join in, create with me

China: I’m just not creative like that

Jake: You’re the most creative person I’ve ever met

Jake: and I want you in the glow of a constant spotlight

China: 🫠

Jake: Think about what I’ve said, even if you end up still saying no

China: Of course

Jake: Cool

Sylvie: 🚨🚨🚨🚨

Sylvie: Think I just majorly inserted myself into drama I want NO part in 

Maggie: Did you now?

Sylvie: Don’t ‘did you now?’ at me like I actually want every part of it though because I’d be honest about it if it were so

Maggie: Don’t you be taking my words different from how you’ve the full knowing t’was meant

Sylvie: I can see the first punch thrown is all, that I’m meddling in her life to avoid my own shit one

Maggie: Away with you! I’ve the first punch thrown and I’d 🥊💫💥 the girl again for the menace she’s

Sylvie: Not mushroom head, lord knows there’s nothing enviable about her living, even before the potential for a black eye

Sylvie: not that there’s anything desirable about China O’Neill’s either but she wouldn’t be after hearing that

Maggie: I’ve been raised better than to go pulling hair out by the roots, wee favour though it is when Sammy was going for pop art but 🍌’s sure as far as it went

Maggie: Why am I hearing that girl’s name not for the first time today? 🍇🌿

Sylvie: Andy Warhol shouldn’t be anyone’s inspiration but that’s by the by

Sylvie: Sure, everyone knows but it weren’t the riot she imagined either so it’s no win for her

Sylvie: She’ll be thrilled, who else is talking about her?

Maggie: [whoever because you lowkey know everyone and hear everything like a lil oracle, I’m sure it’s school play drama related because you aren’t that bitch but you’d help with costumes cos you love to sew and you love to thrift just like your mother, and China is a bitch, soz Jake those are her true colours]

Sylvie: Case in point, thank you

Sylvie: not that I’ve been driven deranged enough by his gaslighting that she’s an angel to send screenshots to the contrary

Sylvie: but if he’d have stayed out of my inbox, I wouldn’t have ended up telling him in as few words that everyone else thinks he and his girlfriend suck

Maggie: Jacob, Jacob, Jacob

Maggie: can’t say I’m surprised at his sniffing ‘round but the boy could’ve given it a day from the one you’ve had

Maggie: you’re no cause and there’s plenty enough others to be getting on with, if he’s honest to God so inclined

Sylvie: It may be that he’s good intentions, some of the time

Sylvie: but not with this, entitled gobshite

Maggie: Time and a place, neither’s to be now or here 🎪🐘

Sylvie: You know more about boys than me, can he genuinely not see the shit show that surrounds him or is he just wilfully blind, like I told him he was

Maggie: I’ve not a thorough knowing of this boy but they’re all of ‘em fragile

Sylvie: I don’t do eggshells at the best of times, today weren’t either of our lucky days 

Maggie: He weren’t hatched today, it ain’t up to you to mammy him

Sylvie: It wasn’t just searching for a quote to put on their placards or another signature for the petition though

Sylvie: he said he’s sick too, not how, he just really doesn’t want anyone to know

Maggie: Ah, that explains 🦗🦗🦗 from his band but not his 😤 bandmates

Sylvie: Apparently so, all 3 fans will be devastated 

Sylvie: he hasn’t even told her… is that not the whole point of being with someone, to support and be supported

Maggie: [someone in Jake’s band] asked us to make sweet music the other day… devastated he was at my no 💔

Maggie: maybe Jakey knows more than he lets on that she’s no saint

Sylvie: Was it the bassist? I’m testing a theory

Sylvie: I could feel bad if he cared about more than maintaining his coolness, grow up, for fuck’s sake, like

Maggie: You know I’d never 💋 and tell but as we did none of that, right you are 👀

Maggie: be years before he’s growing himself up, at 30 he might make a start on it, he’s not still trying his luck at being a rockstar, if so, all bets are off on when

Sylvie: I’ll add you to my research

Sylvie: It’s tragic

Sylvie: still, the last thing I wanted was to be in the middle of it

Maggie: However sick he’s with whatever he’s got, you’re not 🧲 and he’s not to start a 🩹🩺🩻🩼💉 club without your say

Sylvie: Oh, he’d almost certainly never be part of a club I was

Sylvie: obviously he’s far too woke to say it harsher than that but I got the idea

Maggie: Wants to wake himself up, like

Maggie: but who am I to judge the other JC 🙄

Sylvie: Right?

Sylvie: but I’m left here feeling like there’s something I should do for him, like I can

Maggie: If you want to, by no means the biggest sin

Maggie: but there’s to be no should

Sylvie: I don’t want to

Sylvie: I’d still not relish seeing him, or anyone, go through this shit I have

Maggie: And alone too, but he’s who’s decided to face this on his own

Maggie: you can’t fix what you’ve no broke, if he’s after comfort or company, he’s no shortage of either closer by him

Sylvie: You’re right

Sylvie: he’s got the same annoying family I have, no offence meant, of course

Maggie: None taken when of course you don’t mean me, your favourite cousin

Sylvie: Just one of your many varied achievements, sure, you can have it

Maggie: I didn’t achieve much with Sammy, consolation prize it’ll have to be 💐🏆

Sylvie: Violence is never the answer and whatever else they say

Sylvie: I’m really not worried about her though

Maggie: I had a word first, she refused to take it as intended

Maggie: not my finest hour but my man Jesus flipped tables at the temple, he understands tried patience

Maggie: Don’t worry yourself sicker about that lad, I know I’m one to talk, my example’s shown itself not to be the best though

Sylvie: Don’t you bring up religion too, starting to feel like the only heathen in town

Sylvie: you don’t need to worry yourself over me, for that reason or any other

Maggie: You’ll be grand, heathen or no

Maggie: and I’ve my eye on you for no reason other than shameless curiosity 🐈

Sylvie: I love being the latest curiosity

Maggie: Come on, I was poking at you before you were sick

Maggie: everyone else’ll move on soon

Sylvie: So goes the goldfish bowl, yeah

Sylvie: I just don’t want it to be we’re moving onto speculating about how madly in love with Jake Cohen I am 🤢

Maggie: 🐠🪸🫧

Maggie: I’ve no need to speculate while you’re gagging over his name, that way, anyhow

Sylvie: You aren’t his psycho girlfriend

Sylvie: unless you wanna take one for the team that hard

Maggie: If I was looking for music to be mansplained, I’ve no shortage who would, be why I don’t take the class

Sylvie: Didn’t think so

Maggie: I mean, would I meet him in a dark corner, sure 🫂

Maggie: would I be doing the most to be sure he weren’t ever talking… another yes 🤫

Sylvie: 😏

Sylvie: You’d have thought I should’ve got the fine china out, to be graced with his presence

Maggie: He’s got strong only child energy for someone with a sister, no offence

Sylvie: You’re pretty beloved yourself but fair cop

Sylvie: he’s basically two mammies in a real one and an older sister, I guess

Maggie: Mammy’s boy is such a turn off when they wear it how he has 👑 and she’s only [however many, I think it’s 3 but I’m not sure, Maggie would know though and has many older sibs so she’s not having it, Jake] years older

Sylvie: Sounds like she’s just like that, would be whatever the gap

Sylvie: losing it over his mystery illness

Maggie: I thought she was using her customer service voice on us, being on shift when I ran into her, but I hear that’s just how she talks

Sylvie: I’d take a doctor’s blunt bedside manner any day

Maggie: Same, when I give you my bowel or whatever

Sylvie: Shut up, you aren’t giving me your bowel

Maggie: I would if I could 🪄🪚

Maggie: but am I a doctor to have a clue if that’s on the table of possibilities, am I fuck

Sylvie: I know you would

Sylvie: Not even they have a clue, it’s all a wait and see, any question you could think to ask

Maggie: Always the way when you’re least in the mood for guessing games

Sylvie: It’s not exciting when it’s your whole life, not the way people would imagine

Maggie: My nanny keeps everyone asking questions, sometimes it’s exciting, sometimes far from

Sylvie: Not the sort of wildcard any of us aspire to being

Maggie: I don’t know, I could do worse than be like her, still

Maggie: her good days are really good

Sylvie: That’s not nothing

Sylvie: but it wasn’t what I was expecting, or aiming for

Maggie: Well no, but you aren’t losing your grip as hard as Jake Cohen by the sounds of, that’s not nothing either

Sylvie: Guess we can drink to that

Sylvie: probably bad karma though

Maggie: I don’t mind taking that one for the team 🫗

Maggie: been a in need of a drink sort of day but we’ll have you 🍻 to something else

Sylvie: I’m in the mood to destroy several lads at pool whilst I’m at it

Maggie: 🎱🦈

Maggie: count us in

Sylvie: Gotta get the drinks paid for one way or another

Maggie: 😉 that we do

[riksaes]

Hii I'm not sure if you've written this but could you do the perks of dating enhypen? Like what type of boyfriend they are, cute things they etc!!

enhypen as your boyfriend

enhypen ot7 x fem reader , synposis : enhypen as your very own bf!! , genre.. fluff , word count not counted , idk... , not really good enough ig

rq for any kpop groups

masterlist

heeseung | 희승

as a boyfriend he would be putting you first 100% of the time. always caring for you when times are bad which is literally likewise for you to him. he’s open to pda but if you don’t feel comfortable he’s totally okay with it. due to both of you being an idol, you had to hide the relationship for quite a while. how your relationship got rumoured was after seeing him appear in your group’s documentary on netflix. which his agency came out saying you guys were dating and for quite a while blah blah blah. he’s so happy he gets to post photos of you on his main account on insta now and would totally flex you. during your period he’s the type of man to go ���what’s size is your pad?”. he’s definitely cute and loving throughout the relationship

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jay | 제이

jay is the type of boyfriend to make songs about you and release them anonymously on twitter. everyone finds out after one of them blowing up and realising it was jay. but also because he played the tune during a weverse live. I feel like if you guys were out in disguise he would hold the belt loop on your jeans when standing next you. definitely cooks for you when the members are out of the dorm. would definitely refer riki as his kid half the time which made him your adopted kid and just went with it. he’s the type of guy to known your coffee order off by heart. “yeah can I get a caramel grappucino and a _______”. LIKE AHHHH!! he loves to hug you out of nowhere and kiss your forehead during this process sometimes, this could last for a good ten minutes.

jake | 심재윤

jake is a golden retriever boyfriend like there’s no complaints or anything. he’s such a happy boyfie and literally your number one cheerleader with everything you do. because he’s australian he teaches you all the slangs so when he takes you, you’ll know everything. I bet he takes you to karaoke and sings a solo but at the start says “THIS ONE IS FOR YOU BABY”. this man is up for anything like you want to bake a cake he’s helping you out, you wanna build lego he’s already ready sitting at the table. because you both are in the kpop industry that means you both have to go by the rules (you don’t) to not get caught. that doesn’t end up well because you both were found in a connivence store eating together and lots of pda. he LOVES pda and showing you off so expect a lot but if it is a lot he’ll tone it down (he won’t it’ll only last a day). the reason you guys came out as a couple was because jake was going to send a selfie of him onto weverse but instead it was a photo of both you and him. he realised and quickly deleted then posting the right one then trying to gaslight fans with “no you guys must of been dreaming” if they asked what was going on with the first picture. eventually it gets posted that you both are happy with each other

sunghoon | 박성훈

sunghoon is literally a pinterest boyfriend you would find if you looked up boyfriend. definitely is a bit scandalous with the paparazzi with you but definitely makes sure nothing goes out for your safety and well-being. teaches how to ice skate so you both can hang out a lot at the ice rink. I feel the reason why you guys were rumoured at first was because of koreaboo for no reason. it was a couple that looked like you but wasn’t due to you both being on tour in a WHOLE different country. which caused a lot of confusion for fans and the agencies involved. but then they came out saying you both were in a relationship and happy which caused you both being the top # for the week. he’s the type of boyfriend to spoil you to do your nails and you end up showing on weverse. “guys look I got my nails done bc of my boyfie spoiling me :3” LIKE CUTE CUTE CUTE!! I feel like there would be a anonymous account on youtube that arises from the first video which is just a camera vlog of you both randomly. he’s the type of guy to hold the your back in crowded places or just randomly kiss your shoulder when hugging the back of you in public. but he loves u heaps and would literally die for u

sunoo | 선우

sunoo and you were definitely were alike; soft, cute and lazy. I feel like you both were already friends from your group being in eno-clock videos but then got closer without anyone knowing. I feel like both groups would find out easily because of both of you. After a tiktok challenge both of you did to sponsor each others comeback albums people would point out on how sunoo would look at you differently at the end of the dance or during it compared to others he’s done with. I have a feeling sunoo would just post a photo of you both then leave the public eye for weeks. which obviously everyone realised you both were in a relationship. definitely the boyfriend to call you every night and talk for hours to the point it was like 3am. definitely hypes your group up during award shows which everyone calls the relationship cute and definitely wholesome. he’s the type to buy something you recommend and then ends up recommending it to engenes. “oh I would definitely recommend this because y/nie told me to get it and it’s really good!! 10/10 would get!” like how cuteeee!!!

jungwon | 정원

because jungwon was the leader of enhypen he wasn’t allowed to get in heaps of scandals. but the cute cat he is you guys definitely get in a relationship all because you said on weverse live that your type was boys were who remind you of cats. this is because you own a brown cat called sizzle. the reason why you guys got caught dating was definitely after you guys were found at a cat cafe near your agency. it was obvious it was a date but a lot of people defended you guys saying it was a enhypen vlog episode which eventually had to come out earlier due to the rumours. jungwon loves to hype you up in anyway which was caught on camera as well. I feel like you guys got caught a lot and people brushed it off because you both were close friends but I think there would be a statement coming from both agencies on a random day saying you both are dating. this blows up on tiktok, twitter, weverse and literally every platform. he loves to give big sloppy kisses on the cheek to annoy you but I feel like he would also be the type of person to stop and take a photo of a stray cat and send it to you. “baby look I saw a cat that looks like sizzle in ___!!” he such a cutie patootie : (

ni-ki | 니키

if both cat and a dog (TXT MENTION RAHHHH) were in the same room that’s literally the definition of both of you. ni-ki being the quiet cat and you the golden retriever. you both were known for being the youngest of your group but also the best dancer. you both were friends from training together back years ago but both lost contact during your way to the kpop industry. ni-ki even states that he was friends with a female idol who’s a year younger but lost contact which he wished didn’t happen because of how close you both were. after he said this everyone would try and figure it out until they realised it was you. a year younger, from the same training industry, same style, best dancer of your group but different personalities. this gets taken to koreaboo stating why it was you and different things. you both get caught out shopping in shops looking for certain items. I think as time passes by you both get together and just saying it both on a weverse live or at least one of you popping in one of them. it was obvious but cute in a way because of the backlash ni-ki gets for no reason with other girl idols which can come to a stop. he’s the type of boyfriend to let you play with his hair and choose the type of earrings he wears daily. he also definitely facetimes you every night just to do a face and say goodnight. “night ig.. 😛” LOL but deeply adores you in a way and gives a certain look whenever your up on stage for the new comeback.

[trixies-show]

CARNEVIL!!!!

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The prior post has a bit of context but here’s more story for fun, and this one follows a separate character, Jackalo! Constructive criticism appreciated :)

Jackalo! waved his hand lightly, and the ribbons bonded to his arms flowed around his body like water. He smiled softly. During the performances, his magic was mostly restricted to quick, borderline violent movements. Circus Mcgurkus believed that made a better show. But the softer, smoother movements were just as good in Jackalo!’s eyes. It reminded him of his solo acts, long ago.

A shiver ran through his ribbons, a tremor that Jackalo! didn’t cause. His focus dropped away from the ribbons, and he turned to see Circus Mcgurkus running past with a delighted smile on his face, masks piled in his arms. Jackalo! simply watched him run by, sprinting past the braindead performers and out the door. He sighed, and turned back to his ribbons, but Raya approached slowly from Circus Mcgurkus’ room as well. She took a seat silently next to Jackalo!, and he turned to her, but when she didn’t say anything he moved back to his ribbons.

The two sat silently for a while. Jackalo! absentmindedly twirled his ribbons together, forming patterns and making soft, simple movements. It wasn’t his usual style, before or since the Carnevil, but since being trapped in the Carnevil he didn’t get many chances to do this style of magic. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, so they say, Jackalo! thought to himself.

The ribbons grew and twisted into many forms: vines, a flower, a star, flipping and flowing between new symbols and sigils as images sprung into Jackalo!’s mind. He turned over to Raya, looking on at the display with starstruck eyes. Then he turned to the other set of performers. They were all milling about, nothing sitting behind their eyes. Occasionally, one of them would look over at the two of them, but their eyes glazed over Jackalo’s show, not recognizing that something was happening in front of them.

Jackalo! called down his ribbons, and began to wind them back up his arms. Once his show was over, Raya looked over at Jackalo!.

“I’m sorry there aren’t more people to enjoy your tricks,” she said apologetically.

“It’s fine,” Jackalo! said without taking his eyes off his ribbons. “The magic is mostly for myself anyway.”

“How’d you convince him to let you do your own magic?” Raya asked.

“I didn’t,” Jackalo! said shortly. “This magic is mine.”

Raya perked up. “You… have your own magic?”

Jackalo! smiled. “What, the retained sentience and the independent tricks didn’t give it away?” he said dryly. “I assumed you’d have magic. What makes you not like the rest of them?” He gestured vaguely to the walking corpses. As if to illustrate his point, one collapsed, and proceeded to flail aimlessly, unable to pick itself up.

Raya sighed, and moved to help them up. She turned back to Jackalo! and continued. “No… I wish I had magic. But as for why I’m not like the rest of them, I don’t know. I think he likes me. Or he at least thinks I’m special.”

Jackalo! laughed. “You think you’re special? Of course you’re special. Have you seen the way he looks at you?”

“I… I don’t know. You think he did something to keep me alive? Because he likes me?”

Jackalo!’s smile faded away. “You really didn’t notice. Interesting. But yes. The longer you spend here, the more you’ll realize that yes, he does care about his performers, in his own twisted way. But something is different about you. You are special. He keeps you alive.”

“And he doesn’t do the same for you?”

“Ha! No. I’m sure that if he could have made me like them, he would have. Tell me – have you ever wondered why his mask is fragmented in one corner? Did you know it wasn’t always that way?”

Raya paused for a moment. “I think I saw an old poster once, with a full face mask. I thought that was a design change.”

Jackalo! froze suddenly. Raya saw a poster with his full mask on it, while she was living a normal life. She lived outside of this world, fairly recently at that. Circus Mcgurkus’ mask was damaged so long ago, at least it felt that way to Jackalo!. He wasn’t even sure when that was. It might have been last week, or it could’ve been a year. His mind drifted to the last things he could remember from his past life. He’d started thinking of it that way, a lifetime ago, a whole other person, one who didn’t know about the Carnevil.

“...Jackalo!? Jackalo!?” Raya had been calling out his name. Jackalo! snapped back into the present, and looked back to meet Raya’s eyes.

“Sorry… I was just thinking about something. What did you say?”

“I think you were telling me how Circus Mcgurkus’ mask broke.”

Jackalo!’s expression dropped. The ribbons hanging from his wrists twitched on the ends. Raya didn’t notice, but he did, and he stood up quickly, winding the last ends of his ribbons back on his arms to prevent them from moving unintentionally.

“I’ll tell you later.” Jackalo!’s voice had suddenly turned cold. “I’m going to go design some new modifications for my outfit.”

Raya looked at him, but stayed quiet. Did she offend him? Did she say something she shouldn’t have? She looked on at the small groups of performers that Jackalo! had disappeared into. She’s never really looked into them, but something had to be different about them. What made Jackalo! and her different than the rest? Circus Mcgurkus would know, but he was… difficult… to speak with. He might still be willing to share something, though. She resolved to ask him later.