#OH HES SO CUTIEPIE IT MAKES ME CRY

[souplix]

ok im fine

im ok im ok im ok im ok im ok im ok

[cumberbatchedandproud]

Ok, I just finished Bloodhounds and I still need to scream apparently so here it goes? (Spoilers warning; so beware if you haven’t seen it all yet...)

I came for Woo Do Hwan (no surprise here of course), but actually stayed for and truly enjoyed so much more :) 

First, I have been devastatingly hit in the face/guts/soul right from moment one by Kim Gun/Geon Woo (to which should we stick?). Let’s start with that glorious opening (which i do not need to mention), and then BAM he’s in truth such a pure lovely adorkable cutiepie at the core, and i just melted right away and forever. Yes, please keep politely apologizing while teaching assholes a lesson - this is such a badass move :) - and yet he’s so sincere in his restraint not to harm the stupid irrespectuous nobody and OH MY, THAT’S IT, I LOVE YOU. (I actually rewind that scene THRICE at first watch before going on with the story: that means something.) And then you bet the narrative did put my poor new blorbo though the wringer over and over, and it was sweetly bitterly devastating each and every time - because of course that man does *DRAMA* just so very very very well. And I was so afraid yet definitely expecting his big squeechy heart would end up entirely erased - and ready to go to WAR to save it - (and so ’’Hyung I’ve become a bloodhound’’ was IMO the most heartbreaking line of the show :() - but OH THANK FOR ONCE THE NARRATIVE that it didn’t happen, no matter what? I AM JUST SO HAPPY? (Who cares about gold and being realistic anyway :))

Then, THE FIGHTS. Porn. PURE PORN. The choregraphies, the execution - everything was a (brutal) delight (sort of) to watch. (And yes those seriously mind blowing breath stopping jaw dropping crouchy crouching forward low hits / escapes / moves / combinations definitely caused a new obsession for WDH’s thighs (Honestly? Like I needed yet another obsession over the man? SEND HELP). And I am not ashamed. He obviously trained, and that’s plain to see, so respectfully taking NOTICE is like the minimum I can do to thank him for his service?)

Also, on a side note, I’m a Rocky fan since my youth (yes, I’m a dinosaur, and my sister and I as teens used to watch Rocky IV (along with Top Gun, Dirty Dancing and Pretty Woman) about every rainy sunday - vhs time, sigh...), so I just LOVED all the ‘training’ moments (and not only for THE SHOW (even if my, my what a show...). Just the wink to the iconic running up the stairs had me with such a silly happy smile on my face :) And that ‘please hit me in the abs with a ball’ had me laughing way too hard and will be forever favourite. And the clapping between push ups was the sweetest thing ever. I could go on and on. *dreamy sigh sigh sigh* (and yes, also drooling sigh sigh sigh - but it is not the point i’m trying to make here...)

And then: Hong Woo Jin, my other beloved, of course !! What a sweety pie too !! Their chemistry was just GREAT !! He does care for that kid !! (Also, they wanted to kill him at first in the script? Thanks FATE then - because Gun Woo and Woo Jin DO come in pair - DO NOT SEPARATE !! GRRRR !!) And Badass archer granddaughter Da Min :) And Kim Myung-gil was a delicious villain, with a bonus true bro Kang In-beom to boot.

(Only minus points being (in no particular order) 1) the plot going on moments ‘what are you even doing/thinking/this is not a plan’ (and odd character disappearance (not that much problematic to me because I didn’t really care about Hyeon-joo) - explained since then) 2) the (apparently obligatory in kdrama - should I start worrying about you all?) ‘just let’s get so very drunk’ moments (besides what’s even the point of making a plan while drunk and not remember it in the morning? (do I drink alcohol? YES. (and btw I mean whisky, not beer or so). have i ever been drunk? no. (am i a self-control freak? YOU BET!)) BUT WHEN THEY MADE MY BLORBO DRINK I FELT LIKE CRYING AND THROWING A FIT !! Respect my man’s trauma about his abusive dad (you will not have me believe it was only Mom getting beaten - MY HEART) and his own pledge to himself - even without the obvious reason, everyone is free to decide for themselves what they want to do or not, okay !! GRRRRRRR !! (Luckily though he didn’t get actually drunk and I was SO relieved (I would have been really, really PISSED if they had, because my man would have been feeling so filthy and sick and I would have been devastated and FURIOUS) - had he eaten a lot beforehand? did he make himself regularly puke in the toilets? (the others were so gone they wouldn’t have noticed) Leave my baby alone, anyway !! 3) And well, the torture stuffs and general sort of purification of badness imo = irk !! There are mostly grey characters and greyer characters here (and two sunshines!); do not try to present them as being models of goodness? 4) And last, not a fan of the way Mom was written too - your omelets do look great indeed but where are your claws to defend your shiny and SO deserving of your love and *protection* son, Madam? (I am a Mom) - but I guess it was meant to make Geon Woo only more blorblo worthy, so I guess I’d just have to forget if not approve?)  

Anyway: no need for a season 2 - let them forever from now on just be besties and idiots in peace, please pretty please !! (I would though definitely enjoy a special about them training some more (Woo Jin as trainer :)) etc until  Kim Gun/Geon Woo ends up champion of course, lol - pretty please JUST GIVE IT TO ME!!) 

[marshmallowprotection]

Then... Suit Saeran is less dangerous than Ray?

Let's start off right at the gate and make something abundantly clear to everyone. Ray, Suit Saeran and Unknown are dangerous. But, I've got to warn you there's a major distinction between the threats you'll face when you're with one of them. I wouldn't say that one of them is more dangerous than the other because what's terrifying to someone might not be scary to another.

The threat level differs between them for a specific reason, and while someone might say that one is dangerous in comparison to another, I have to disagree strongly. You aren't safer with one because the other might value you in a different way. Case in point, people assume that Ray is safe because of his gentle facade. Not all of his niceties are for the sake of cruelty or evil, but it is manipulation, whether he's doing it on purpose or not.

Pointedly, one of the reasons why I coined the term Danger Ray in this fandom a few years ago is because of that misconception. Far too many people assume Ray is safe because he wants you safe. I love him the most out of all the Saerans', I'm biased when it comes down to his representation, but it's important to me that people are aware of his nature. How far he'll go to keep you with him.

It doesn't matter if his definition of your safety is keeping you like a prince/ss doll in a dollhouse, it's easy for people to disregard that because he smiles and treats you with a distinct warmth that you won't get from Suit Saeran or Unknown. Easy to ignore that when there's so much focus on his desire to be with you, and his struggle with his self-worth. Lean too far into that aspect and you'll miss the fact that—

He was the one who drugged V with no remorse in V's route. That wasn't Suit Saeran who did it. He did it. The game makes a point of letting you see that. He was more afraid of what Rika would do if he went too far than he was over what V felt. Sure, there's a part of him that hates pain and misery, but he's too consumed with elixir and a lot of cult programming to care.

Like, yes, my blog title is MarshmallowProtection because I think he's a cutiepie who needs to be protected, but let's be real if you told me to weigh my odds of not getting elixired right off the bat by deciding which one of them to be alone with? I'd probably go with Suit Saeran, believe it or not. That's not because Suit Saeran is less dangerous, I'm just well aware of what Ray is capable of.

[Post about Another Story's Prologue Bad Ending]

[Post about V Route BRE1]

[Post with general examples from VNs]

Ray is infatuated with you and will not hesitate to correct you if he needs to. So, yes, Ray is dangerous because he won't stop to get the thing he wants the most. If you need to be corrected, you will be the one that's corrected.

Whether it be from taking you from the cafe to ensure you're with him forever, correcting you on Day 4 for not being able to play his game right, taking you away to play after Rika said it would be fine, or what have you. Ray can fix you, take you apart, and rebuild you and it's fine by him. As long as he can have you, he'll do whatever it takes to make it happen. That's why you need to be cautious of him.

The reason why Ray is dangerous is that he's deceptive. You don't see it coming if you're not looking for it.

But, if we're talking about Unknown, that's very different. What's the threat with Unknown, you may ask? Well, it's largely contrasted with what Ray wants. Unknown doesn't care for you. He doesn't love you. He just needs someone to be a little sheep and follow his orders like a lamb to the slaughter. He needs a willing fool to walk into a den of oh-so-very hungry lions and play the part.

You're his new eyes, he says so himself in the game and on the title screen. That's all you are to him. A prop... a tool... a pawn. You're fun to play with, but he doesn't need you like Ray does. He gets you like someone's shiny toy he stole and holds you up to make them cry as soon as they realize they're not getting it back. So, what value does that make you to him? He's not gentle. He's not kind.

He could use you for whatever he wanted and then throw you away.

The reason why Unknown is dangerous is because you mean nothing to him and he wouldn't care if you were thrown into the basement. He doesn't have a route for a reason. He's too far gone to care about any living thing. He just cares about revenge... which is why when he gets revenge in a Bad Ending, he'll get rid of Seven or V, and then himself. That's his entire life. Revenge and then nothing but the cold embrace of death.

He has no time to give a damn about what happens to you. Sure, we see him toy with you in the Christmas DLC, but that's just a part of a game. You're crushing the RFA... you're making Saeyoung and V look like monsters... you've given him a gift and he's going to reward you... well, he'll reward you until he gets bored, anyway. You don't mean the world to him. You're a plaything with purpose until he gets something better.

Ray and Unknown are different kinds of dangerous. You decide which one is worse for you on a personal level. Do you think it's scarier if the character you're with tells you upfront that you're going to be thrown away, or when a character is too deceptive for you to realize that you can't escape him no matter what? What's scarier? The awareness of what might happen or the lack, therefore?

So, that leaves us with Suit Saeran. What threat does he pose if I've only been able to tell you why Ray and Unknown are dangerous so far? He does pose a threat, but his threat is the miserable kind. The kind that destroys him and you in one false swoop. The kind of threat that seems scary for you until you realize what's actually going on in the moment.

What transgressions does he commit against you? The worst of his threats are verbal and physical domination. His bark is larger than his bite in most cases, screaming and shouting at you, using his size (if you're shorter than him) to intimidate you to lure you into feeling like there's no hope whatsoever to overpower him or fight back.

He keeps food away from you thinking that the more he takes away, the more likely you are to give up and realize that you're going to end up like Ray. You're going to die because Rika doesn't want you to be there anymore. Suit Saeran woke up because Ray was suffering in the basement for the crime of loving you, and he knew he had to go take care of that. He tried to snuff it out and break it so Rika couldn't destroy Ray completely or you.

Dominating you isn't about trying to destroy you for the sake of it. He isn't even fully aware of this fact, either. That's why he continues to act so back and forth when he's with you, afraid and angry when the things he's doing don't hurt you or break you. He's trying to prove the pain he suffered had a purpose.

The weak die. The strong live on. There's no other way to survive.

If that isn't true, he's become a monster for nothing.

He never had to be a monster to stop his demons from trying to kill him if that's the case. Because that's who he is, he became a barking dog to keep the larger dogs away. The scary thing about Suit Saeran is that he's afraid of himself and his anger. He doesn't know what he wants and this affects everything around him.

He wants to punish you and Ray for being in love because it caused the torture, and yet, he wants to know about you because if being vulnerable was this "bad", why would Ray risk everything for you? It isn't good to be tortured... to be beaten... and Ray knows that.

The pain he and Saeran have shared is nothing to laugh about. Why in the world would Ray risk everything for you? What is it about you?

His struggle during the route to figure you out is his entire arc. But, because the problem stems from his fear of being vulnerable and weak... you see him hurt himself and everyone around him because he's dazed and confused like an animal in a bear trap that's trying to shake it off before the humans come.

[Bad Ending 2 is a prime example of when this goes too far.]

By the time Suit Saeran realizes what he wants and needs, in the worst-case scenario, he's broken you in BE2 and there's no getting you back. The scariest thing about Suit Saeran isn't the fact that he can bite you or deny you food. It's the fact that his inability to have a chance to figure himself out in a safe environment becomes his (and your) very undoing.

His lack of awareness is the dangerous part. I don't think his torture methods are scary... I think what should scare everybody is the fact that if the right situation isn't triggered, he will break you and that'll break him. I'd call him cornered... and there's nothing scarier than a man who is cornered and might do anything. You have no way to be sure of what will happen to you. That's dangerous in its own way.

So, who is more dangerous out of the three?

All of them.

[hyunsvngs]

(selfishly, and if you’re comfy with it) i need to know how ot8 would be with an s/o that has ibs or other gastro issues. my tummy has not been feeling good lately and i just need cuddles

OBVIOUSLY COMFY WITH IT?? THATS SO CUTEEE AND ALSO I HAVE TUMMY ISSUES TOO SO DONT WORRY HAHAHAH

whenever i have super bad tummy issues, i always envision jisung rubbing my tummy n trying to take my mind off it by watching something w me. he’d be giggling like crazy at bits that aren’t even funny just to try and make you laugh and try to make u happier <3 cutiepie!!!!

changbin too would be so COMFORTING. kissing ur tummy, maybe doing a cringe shout at it to leave u alone tbh like that one text meme if u know what i’m talking about. changbin’s so cute and he would definitely want to take care of it. he’d make sure you ate even if you didn’t feel like it <3

chan would baby you too 100%. tucking you up in bed, kissing your forehead, bringing you hot drinks as if you’re on bed rest and dying when you just have a tummy ache. you’d be a literal cocoon in bed. unable to move. all bc u said ur tummy hurt a little. chan would not accept that. you must rest. you are ill. <3

i think minho would be similar to sungie. just tryna take ur mind off it, acting silly n crazy and tbh it would work. you wouldn’t even be thinking about it!!! he’d also get u drinks of water, making u take small sips if you felt sick. i think minho could be so so soft when he wants to be but he would try to hide it <3

innie would think ur dyin but like genuinely. he’d be like ur tummy hurts? we….. we need to go to a&e. now. and u’d be like ?? no innie it’s not that serious. eventually u’d convince him and he’d feel so fucking dumb. he’d just be there like oh. and he’d 100% cuddle you close and try to get you to sleep it off <3

im imagijing felix singing. singing in his deep voice, making you super relaxed and eepy so that you can drift off… i imagine he might be a lil hesitant to sing for you, refusing to do it a lot cos he gets a bit shy!! but his baby’s ILL??? HES GONNABSING GODDAMNIT! when u fell asleep he would sidle up close to u n sleep too <3

i think seungmin would be so quiet in that type of situation. just letting u lay with him, he’d just stroke ur tummy softly and if it hurt so bad you cried, he’d let you cry. just kissing ur tears away and again. he jsut wants to let u get it all out!!! he’s no doctor but he will cuddle and let u talk <3

hyunjin would be in full pamper mode tbh. do NOT lift a finger. warm bath already run for you, he’s picked out a movie, the softest blanket. he is taking it so seriously. u have to remind him its just your stomach issues, that you’re used to it, but he’s screaming because well he’s not used to it??!!! HIS BABY IS IN PAIN?? honestly so dramatic but we love him for it <3

♡ juno

[zephtheduck]

Stuff I've heard at school: Part 17

Hey, make your characters better at crying

That'll add to her story, her dad's dead, she has cancer…

It's the poor people of France. It is! They literally live in a hole

*A full hour and a half of listing things they have eaten that they really shouldn't have, including various chemicals* "And you know what's crazy, I have an iron deficiency."

+ "Yeah I've had all of this, but I've never had any pork before, lol. Yeah, like, I've eaten hydrogen peroxide, but never, like, pork or anything"

Bro's paragraphing in the comments section

Oh! I'm stupid, there's only 12 months in a year.

I'm sorry to inform you that brown people can also get skin cancer. Do you want melanoma??

There's already so much shit going on in my life, I don't really care if I get skin cancer

P1: "You got orange juiced!"

P2: "Jizzed"

P1: "ORANGE JIZZED"

Pennywise is Drake confirmed

Pennywise is such a cutiepie

This is why the kid is getting bullied, I assume

P1: Is it shrimp?…what's it made out of?

P2: …SHRIMP. WhAt Is ThE sHrImP mAdE oUt Of? Fucking Shrimp!

P1: Guess who the pickle was. *Sing song voice* Barack Obama~

P2: Barack obama can sing?!

I've never been smart a day in my life, and honestly, life is a lot easier that way. A lot less stress.

That's probably why your back hurts, little miss scoliosis!

*in a very fake Irish accent* S isn't a vowel, is it?

As delicious as this is, you can taste where I went wrong

P1: If you're still gay, I have something to show you later (on my phone)

P2: ...what the fuck do you mean 'if I'm still gay'?? What am I going to be? Sorry, I'm not gay anymore, I'm a fascist, actually. The fuck??

P1: Are you scared of brain-eating amoeba?

P2: Well, a lot of people I know don't have much brains to offer

P1: Burger King x Ronald McDonald, with Ronald as the top

P2: Y'know jesters work FOR the king, right?

P1: Yeah, and now he's working IN the king too

P1: The drawer hurt me!

P2, in a completely deadpan voice: Domestic abuse via drawer

P1: I am hoping and praying I didn't just start (my period) P2: I'll lick it (u‿ฺu✿ฺ) P1, very firmly: You should be put on a list.

[beezoobledoodles]

Babies...Are Hard (Pt.2)

the boat ride to hotland started off okay, it was until they reached the hot scorching heat that everything decided to stop working.

sans squirmed uncomfortably in papyrus' lap, he whined softly, he wanted to move, anywhere that wasnt in the boat. papyrus paused "no sans. stay right here okay?" he gently patted his little skull, but the lil babybones wasnt gonna have it- he gave a pout as he thrashed about, he wiggled his lil leggies in an angry manner, trying to kick an invisible force- he waved his arms about as he felt big fat warm tears roll down his face; papyrus watched- oh no. the dreaded tantrum.

he tried bouncing sans gently in his lap, that seemed to make it worse- the little skeletons cries got louder, river person shifted, covering their ears? as they stopped before alphys lab. papyrus glanced up as he rushed inside "sans please! we're out of the boat! its okay!" he rocked him, cradling in his arms, but the toddlers screaming didnt cease- infact- it got louder- "oh. sans PLEASE!!! Stop this infernal crying!!!" he gave a nervous look toward his babybones brother as he tried looking around for alphys "please! sans!" the toddler didnt stop, he kept gnawing at his scarf, pulling at his coat. "SANS! BE QUIET PLEASE!!!! YOU ARE MAKING IT VERY HARD FOR ME TO THINK PROPERLY!!!!" the elder monster paused, covering his mouth, he held sans tightly to his chest "im sorry. im sorry....im so sorry....please forgive me....im sorry i yelled..." atleast.... it got sans to be quiet, as if sans could even understand his elder brothers pleas, he laid his little head into his chest.

papyrus sighed softly "i...didn't mean...to yell..at you.."  he rubbed his spine "....i didnt expect you to lash out....are you hot? is that why you were throwing such a hissy fit?" he slowly undid his coat and took his hat off "is that better?" the bab fidgeted as he babbled helplessly, if not just a little sad.

the sound of a door opening alerted papyrus, he glanced up as he watched alphys and mettaton- "alphys!" he waved softly as he got up. sans adjusted into his elder brothers arms. mettaton awed as he out stretched his arms to hold the baby bones "what a cutiepie! so soft and squishy~" he poked and prodded sans' cheeks as he held him "p-please be careful mettaton! hes very fragile!-" papyrus gave caution "no worries dear~ im very careful~ al darling~ i'll be right back~" he waved them off as he disappeared. 

alphys watched as he left them behind before turning her focus back to papyrus "w-what can i do for y-you p-papyrus?" she adjusted er glasses as she waddled over to her computer "i need some more supplies, evidently, I have run out!"he gave a weak chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head "for a baby sans sure does eat alot. and that baby shampoo goes really fast-" alphys gave him a look "tha....that shampoo was supposed to last a month...."

papyrus stared "....." alphys covered her snout as she gave a little giggle "im k-kidding! im kidding, i have more! but PLEASE try to make it last l-longer" she handed him a big bottle. "undyne s-said she h-had more of those teething rings you said sa-sans liked so much" the tall skeleton nodded "hes chewed right through the last ones- i dont know how, his baby teeth shouldnt be that sharp-" he thought for a moment- "well....theres...also another thing- i-i will need to- take a diagnosis-" papyrus gave a confused glace to her "why?" alphys swayed her tail softly "well...y-you see...some of sans' behavior...isnt...really...normal in common childrens behaviour- " she adjusted her glasses momentarily as she pulled something up onto her computer "i've b-been meaning to ask you- about s-sans-"

-

Mettaton watched curiously, watching sans bramble around the room, flying trains, building blocks all scewered around, the limited babbling. he was amused by the tiny creature. "why are you so fascinating?" he hummed softly.

the door opened as alphys waved "cmon sansy lets get you home-" papyrus gently lifted into his arms "cmon, i need to get you more of those teething rings-" he held him close has he put his coat back on, and his hat. "thank you alphys...so much"

-

papyrus gently knocked, undyne grinned as she opened her door "hey pap! ready for- oh- ya got the kid-" "yes, alphys said you had more of those teething rings?" papyrus slowly stepped inside "yeah, said ya needed em chilled, theirs a bit of c-grade fish oil in their, will help with the pain" she gently placed one in sans' mouth; who took very quickly o the ring, shaking his head around like a rabid chihuahua. "babys are so weird" undyne shook her head "ye. indeed...but thanks again undyne, ill come in early for training tomorrow" undyne nodded as she waved, watching him leave.

-

papyrus sighed as he finished laying sans down for a nap, very very carefully closing his door, he decided he'd make his lunch- a grilled cheese with spaghetti and tomato sauce-.

papyrus twirled at his fork, he wondered what sans would be like when he got older.... would he be smart? kind? couragous? like him? he wonders if he's raising him right.....he loved him so dearly- but sometimes- not all the time- infact very rarely did sans do anything that would make papyrus make him wanna pull his hair out, if he had any. but he was still a toddler. he could wait to teach him how to be neat and put his toys away.

[chokchokk]

nora bug omg !!! i already talked to you in priv but i still wanted to add some insight and show appreciation to your reblog <33

he's such a bitch, and i can actually hear this coming from him oh god

REAL. he's a bitch he's my bitch, my bitchboy, he's my little bitchy bitchb-

NO- *head in hands* .................I can't do this rn. he......he's getting off to the memory...............I'm a mess

tbh!!!!!! i thought it would be so awkward to have like.... two parallel sex scenes? like not sex but just two things happen at once but i hope i could do it semi-elegantly??

the hope this must've given him.... he's mentioned wanting to experience these things with her, even if they were to happen only once. but I feel like finally getting what he wanted, and realising that it would never happen again is so much worse than going without it.

yeahhhhhhhh this. it was definitely not planned for it to be a main theme for this fic, but yeah- the conflict between the wooyoung's two biggest wishes, wanting to love reader but love her more than she allows him to— mmmm. angsty.

the way her features contort, how her skin feels, what she sound like—not knowing about all of that is possibly the universe's way of having mercy on him, because the pain that comes with letting go of them is far worse than living with unrequited feelings.

and damn i already copy pasted this to you but like i'll say it again. damn. maybe you should write a fic like that cuz this is pure poetry daammnnn

heh

LMAOOOOO and then this. you lil cutiepie. pls.

people are so fucking DUMB and want to make me MAD- bitch he rocked your shit in his car on the side of a highway why the FUCK are you back with that dumb cunt

PLEASE SO ANGRYYYY

but yeah lol usually i tend to write a #relatable and #forgivable reader but while i do think reader has all ... the reasons she's still a dummy dumb lol <33 i think this is a fic for the people who relate to wooyo more than they are someone's best friend??? maybe.

giggling “I love you, Woo…” He’s so pathetic for thinking that you meant it. “I love you too, Y/N.” not giggling.

PHWHWHH i chortled that one was so funny pls!!!!!!!!!!

I'd say it's an unconscious way of protecting himself. he knows he'll never get what he wants, so drawing back is the one thing he can do to prevent yet another heartbreak.

yeth. that's all i gotta say. just instincts, being unused to what he just got to experience, ultimately pulling away because might have been overwhelmed by his own feelings? i don't know him that well tho so- ask him lol

I'm at a loss for words. when you can feel your heart shattering in someone's presence, but can't bear the thought of not having them by your side. it creates this bond that needs to be broken if either party wants to find happiness. it's suffocating, toxic, and takes a lot of courage to let go of.

while actions can do a lot, words usually settle the reality and wooyoung misspoke, and whatever he does now will only further make him travel down the past the road of only being best friends, if he doesn't decide to cut the ties, especially if what he's longing for isn't a dream scenario, but a memory, y'know

the last sentence was at least so so real, it is rlly toxic and in or getting out of it hurts, there's no way around the pain of it all;;

choy this was so beautiful...I already mentioned this but the one-sided love, the naivety of the other person, the lack of communication (perhaps out of fear of losing the other?), it's all portrayed so well. this is all so so real, which makes it even more heartbreaking. thank you so much for supplying us with this poetic masterpiece;; idk if I'm meant to jerk off or cry anymore.... (￣ω￣;)

i think it's why i used the tag "sexual tension", because being best friends usually should lighten the mood, and it would've, if wooyoung hadn't been trampled by his deepest desires which, ... yeah, is love, but a very specific kind thereof.

and POETIC MASTERPIECE pleaseeee ohhhh bug, i thank you so much;;;!! it means a lot lot lot to me nora, from the bottom of my heart <33

the fattest juiciest kiss on my 'pretty' brain??? well yh sign me tf up !!!!!!! lol don't feat on this fic, feast on me too yk !!!!!!!!!

𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚊𝚗𝚍-𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 | jung wooyoung x fem!reader

a one-sided (best) friends one night!wooyoung one-shot

"Why did you stop? Where are we?"

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : At least the car didn’t fall and crash, right? That’s what Wooyoung wants to believe.

"Still needy, bestie?"

[ now playing : " bonnie & clyde " ▸ dean ]

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : angst, smut

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 3.2k

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𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜) : unreciprocated romantic feelings, sexual tension, best friends hooking up, one-night-stand, cabriolet-driving at night, open roof, illegal parking, making out, car sex; wooyoung masturbates to you, wooyoung’s present perspective/narrative, he's so horny and so in love, interactive?, at least quite confrontational

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He looked at you, even though Wooyoung knew he shouldn't.

Right now, right now Could I tell you right now?

His eyes should have been on the road, his hands should have been on the steering wheel, and haha, his thoughts should have definitely been about your safety and not about how he wanted to either drive off a cliff or tear the clothes off your amazing fucking body, but you picked the second choice yourself anyway, didn’t you? Just getting that shirt off like it’s nothing, revealing yourself like it’s nothing, but… God, Y/N, you are everything to him, he had no other choice.

아직까지 깨어있니? 오늘 너의 하루는 어땠니? 아무 일도 없긴 뭐가 없어

(Are you still awake? ; How was your day today? What do you mean, 'nothing happened'?)

Wooyoung wants it to be your fault. Wants it to be your fault that when you called him, his brain was filled with the image of you swimming in the ocean in that thing of a bikini that you wore to make your ex jealous even if he was not present on any day during the vacation except in your head, and he desperately wants it to be your fault that, after you had disappeared with some dumb-fucking rando from the beach-bar for the evening, Wooyoung scoffed in malicious glee that you let him know it hadn’t led to anything, grabbing his keys immediately to pick you up from the place you didn't find luck at.

What he’s trying to say is that you’re really in luck he didn’t grab that liquor that night. 

가끔은 외면하려 해도 꽤 쉽지만은 않은 게 있어 I know 다 안다고

(I try to look away sometimes, but there are just some things that aren’t that easy, I know; I know it all)

But maybe being sober was the worst part.

He hid it well, Wooyoung thinks, or you were just too drunk to care, when you caught his curious gaze through the window, with your tits still sitting safely in the bra, your shirt already thrown out of the cabriolet.

“Woo!”, you laughed, and he can still hear the tenderness of your voice vividly, “eyes on the road~”

“Your tits looked bigger than I remember,” was his immediate answer, and your giggle was worth the cringe, “had to double-check.”

The last time he saw them was, what, middle-school truth or dare? Of course they grew since then, you were explaining in drunkenness and looked at your own set of boobs, while pushing them together, mumbling something about puberty, hormones and horny teenagers, but somehow finishing it off with, “Best friends bonding session!”

And Wooyoung is still puzzled about that.

내 앞에서 아닌 척 해도

(Even though in front of me, you pretend you don't)

Well, he grinned when you said it, but for no other reason that wasn’t just you looking so lovable under the moonlight, with your eyes sparkling with glee, and not because he found any sense in, god, whatever it means, “best friends bonding.”

“Bonding”? Sure. Seeing your tits had removed some boundaries— and in retrospect, mentioning that incident again must have been another little tease of yours, but be really honest for a second.

There are just some things “best friends” shouldn’t do.

… Shouldn’t have done, that is.

Bonnie and clyde, bonnie and clyde, one night

The nightly winds were hitting your open arms with you laughing full of life, when Wooyoung finally opened the roof for you. You’d been dying to do it, he had seen it by how you kept leaning outside the open window to feel the speed of the car hit your face, but he didn’t want to not see it. At least he still hates that he doesn’t know the expression you were wearing while you let out the most freeing, revivifying, crystal clear cheer.

He wants to believe that your cheeks were rosy, your eyes shiny, and that your lips were curled up into a smile, as you inhaled again and laughed all by yourself, watching the trees and mountains of the city pass by and draw long, ghostly trails from how fast the vehicle was moving.

It was extremely dangerous, all of it.

Who cares, who cares

The way Wooyoung drove without looking at the speed dial? God, so dangerous, but what’s way more dangerous is the way you became silent, and made him curious, made him believe that there were stars in the sky or something— and he thinks he’s still in the right for thinking that— and made him glance up to you.

Fuck, do you even know how hot you looked when you started to touch yourself down your bust? You probably don’t. You were feeling the textile of the lingerie scratch your fingers, warming your skin under the cold breezes, but when you cupped that perfect tit of yours, you threw your head back and fuck, he thinks if you had seen him you would think he was a pervert, and maybe he fucking is, because Wooyoung was definitely thinking the most perverted things he could do in that moment, all including his mouth, his fingers, his panging cock; Good fucking god, Y/N, you had his mind scorching, it only needed a little more spark and he would have exploded, right here and there.

친구 사이 친구 사이 alright

(Just friends, just friends alright)

So of course he tried to keep it cool as possible. Rested one hand relaxedly on the gear, the other on the steering wheel, and attempted to stare blankly to the front. Wooyoung ignored how you were arching your back to match the flow of how the air brushed against your ribs, tried to ignore how you let your fingertips disappear under the bra, and failed to not think about how delicious your nipple would taste between his lips.

친구 사이 친구 사이 alright

(Just friends, just friends alright)

He couldn’t take it anymore–  not being on you, in you, with you– and that’s why he said something.

“What do you think you’re doing there, bestie?”, Wooyoung remembers jokingly scoffing, driving into the highway so he didn’t have to think about the road too much, to give himself more time to admire the sexy body that you were touching.

“Nuthin~”, you lulled and he realizes now that Wooyoung had forgotten how drunk you’d been. Such a dumbass to think you were doing it all on purpose, isn’t he? You make him so fucking stupid.

“The guy really left you on the hook, huh?”, he spat, fingers gripping the wheel.

“Fuckin’ asshole left me so needy~”, you whined and maybe you tugged your own nipple or something, but he couldn’t have overhead that whiny, melodic moan that left your mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm~”

Who cares, who cares

What would you have done in his position? 

That’s the thing Wooyoung is most curious about. If it had been him drunk in your cabriolet, feeling down his, whatever, his cock, wouldn’t you have offered a helping hand, too? Because you’re a good friend like that?

He will never know the answer.

도망가 도망가 너와 난

(Escape, escape, you and I)

Wooyoung drove faster to make you come down, he won’t even try to deny that.

With a loud, brutal vroom, he drove the last mile with so many thoughts pinging inside his mind, with you continuing to give yourself goosebumps all over your skin, admiring how the hairs on your body went up over your own touch— knowing that it could be him doing that made Wooyoung grow desperate.

“Why did you stop? Where are we?”, you asked, and Wooyoung remains having no idea. Just somewhere in the middle of the highway, with cicadas chirping and filling out the silence that followed after he turned off the car motor, the roof above you closing down. A few miles away, there would have been a legal parking spot waiting for him, but Wooyoung immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, so it’s safe to say he didn’t give a fuck.

“Still needy, bestie?”

Who cares, who cares

God, you were so needy. It’s like you didn’t wait a second to question him or get any reassurance that this was what had been on his mind, because maybe you had already seen his bulge to know he was needy too, or maybe— and this is what Wooyoung would like to believe— you just wanted him that much.

Fuck, cut him some slack, okay? Wooyoung was just that surprised to find you crawling over to his driver’s seat, planting your ass immediately where he needed it the most. It was fucking magical, the friction of your body grinded over his erection was making him grunt and grope your ass cheeks.

“Aw, are you gonna be my best friend in need, Woo?”, you giggled, getting your hands behind his neck, driving yourself into his hard-on that he didn’t know could get even harder. It extended painfully under his belt, but fortunately, you were too much in heat to let him wait any longer.

Till we die, till we die

“Shut the fuck up and let me fuck you,” Wooyoung cackled, and he still grins recalling how your gasp whirrs in his hazy memories.

It all feels so washed out, your impatient fingers unbuckling his belt, as Wooyoung bent the seat to the back, letting his head fall to his neck, as you got your lips pressed against his– just a lot of movements, a lot of feelings mixing up together, slurred into a motion of two people trying to have a fulfilling night.

Oh 너와 나의 마지막 일지라도

(Oh, even if this means our end)

Was it fulfilling to finally get a taste of your sweet saliva, your honeyed whimpers, when he grabbed you by your tits to prepare for sucking them numb? He doesn’t know it yet, but Wooyoung definitely can’t ignore how hard his cock has become in his boxer shorts to the memory of you looking down at him in awe, caressing his cheek, as he enveloped your perky tit with his mouth, immediately running his tongue over your sensitive nipple.

그럴지라도

(Even if)

The sounds, Y/N, your fucking sounds. Sounds Wooyoung thought he would never hear in his entire life, but definitely wished to hear once at least— and of course he’d be a fool to say he got enough of them, but making you whimper “Woo, fuck, please,” as he got his hand into panties and made you grind on his finger, and then hearing how your cunt squelched when you lowered yourself on it, is enough to make him cum tonight.

His hand is wrapped around his cock, face planted into his pillow so he can somehow simulate how it felt like being suffocated by your tits, Wooyoung recalls how tightly you clenched around his fingers, how wet you were, wet for him, just so fucking needy for your best friend, rutting your hips so his fingertip could graze your sweetest spot over and over again, moaning out “Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung,” over and over again.

Would you remember me?

“Y/N,” he growls, and it feels embarrassing to do so, but Wooyoung can’t help himself, he’s becoming delirious because of you, the seam of his shirt becoming absolutely soaked in his mouth, as he bites into it. “God, fuck, Y/N,” he lisps again, thrusting into his hand in the same way he thrusted into you, right after you were trembling around his fingers, whimpering out your first orgasm but not being satiated. 

Nah, nah, I'm just…

“You’re so fucking big,” is what you’d moaned out to boost his ego, but maybe it’s true, because Wooyoung does indeed feel quite big in his grip right now, craving your tight cunt, craving how it clutched around his girth, how hot and wet it felt like, when he fucked your eyes to roll behind your head, your spit glistening on your tongue, as your mouth fell open to never be closed again.

Alright 틀린 선택일지라도

(Alright, even if this is the wrong choice)

“Feels so fucking good, huh? Better than your dumb fucking ex?” 

“Yes, so so much fucking better than his dumb cock, Woo, please don’t stop!”

And maybe that was the moment. The moment his head snapped, when it all fractured, his feelings, his five years of pining, watching you be with some dumb fucking pricks, when he, Wooyoung, your “best friend”, could treat you so much better. 

With your hands taking off his hoodie, as he pistoned his hips into you, your warm sweat dripped onto his torso, and it felt like all the tears he’d shed for you had been worth it.

Alright 결국 후회할지라도

(Alright, even if we regret it after)

It didn’t matter how many tears he’d shed after, because the tears that flowed down your soft cheeks that night, with you weeping “make me cum, Woo, please make me cum so hard,” like he was pulling you by a string to mewl out words for him that still make his cock twitch, were precious droplets of your pleasure. And he’d do anything for it.

“Yeah?”, Wooyoung snickered, breathing into your face with a grin, feeling like he was owning the world by making you dumb on his dick, “You love my fucking cock, Y/N? You love your best friend’s cock?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you whined out, bouncing desperately over his hips that it was leaving your ass red, “I love your cock, Woo, I love it so, so, so fucking much!”

But somehow, you didn’t love it enough.

Oh baby Oh 널 울린 그 놈에게로 baby

(Oh baby Oh, even if you return to the guy who made you cry)

Wooyoung doesn’t want to think about it and just rut his pelvis into his hand so he can cum and unload in peace, but the thought of you being in his arms again, being used by your stupid fucking ex like a toy probably right fucking now, just makes him more aggressive, greedier, furious.

“Really? You love my cock, Y/N? You really love it?”

“Y-yes, W- Woo,” you moaned out, shakily, when he roughly pushed you over, your back landing on the steering wheel, a loud honk echoing through the empty streets. After Wooyoung’s eyes sunk in an angry, deep-seated red, it confused you, almost sobered you up, but of course you would turn sex-drunk in the matter of seconds, as he began to pound into you as if he was on a mission— a mission to make you remember.

Oh 이미 결과는 내 손을 떠났어 bang bang! (Oh, the result has been out of my hands anyways, bang bang!)

He could never cum like he did that night. It was raw, vulgar, dirty, filthy, absolutely pornographic how Wooyoung drove himself into you, moaning, grunting, breathing into your ear and sucking hickeys into your neck at every inch he got the chance to, so even if you’d wake up with the most hefty blackout, you could see what your best friend made of you in the mirror.

Just marks and signs of his infatuation all over your gorgeous body, and Wooyoung feels his jaw hurt, as he realizes how long he’s been biting down his shirt for imagining your love-bite bedecked breasts— Way too long, Y/N, way too fucking long.

Right now, right now Where you at right now

Five years, no, he counts a total of almost ten years of friendship with a sweet girl who remained fun and cheery, and then meeting her again as a woman who let herself be tossed around by some bastards because you don’t know what you’re worth, at least not worth to him. 

Wooyoung felt rich with you. He felt like he had everything, when you wrapped your arms around him, once he’d unloaded his hot cum inside you with a moan that was lost immediately in the steamy, hot space of his car, and kissed him, kissed Wooyoung on the lips, just because you, well, felt like doing it? Everything.

“I love you, Woo…”

Where am I right now Girl

He’s so pathetic for thinking that you meant it.

I want, want you to know Babe I want you to know

“I love you too, Y/N.”

How much I love you How much I need you

But Wooyoung doesn’t stop. 

I want, want you to know Babe, I want you to know

He doesn’t stop tensing his abdomen to his own touch, he’s given up on thrusting into his hand because it could never, ever feel like you, and Wooyoung spits into his hand again to somehow make him believe he’s being fucked by your wet cunt again.

How much I love you How much I need you

Wooyoung repeats it over and over again in his head, your voice, your words, “I love it,” “I love you, Woo,” and before he can feel his heart drop, his hand accelerates, running and speeding over his shaft and his eyes close down into a tight squeeze, cum spurting out his needy cock.

I want, want you to know Babe, I want you to know

The car still smelled of your sweet sweat, when he drove you to your place, lending you his hoodie because you, silly Y/N, had thrown your shirt out the window– and Wooyoung had sat there for a while, on his seat, staring into the the horn he had you pressed against, had you moaning his name his name against, had you cum, had you love him against.

How much I love you How much I need you

It’s sobering, yeah, that’s the word. 

Wooyoung being the only one to see through your lies the second they leave your mouth, and while he knows that “I love you, Woo” had been the truth, “yeah, it’s better if we forget about it, I guess” was a ruthless fucking lie and he hopes you know that, when Wooyoung presses a bitter like on the beach-selfie you’d posted with him, presenting yourself in that bikini so you could finally catch a certain someone’s attention. “BFF4L” had been the caption. You little jokester. 

Fucking heartbreaker.

I want, want you to know Babe, I want you to know

He doesn’t hate you, no, in fact, he hates that his cock immediately jumps back up once Wooyoung sees that picture again, with both of you smiling and grinning into the camera, holding each other arm in arm like two good friends are supposed to do, he hates that his hands remember how soft, sweaty and hot your skin felt under his touch, and Wooyoung hates himself that he was the one to have spoken out the question of, “we should probably forget yesterday, huh?”

He should have just shut the fuck up and fucked you again all his heart desired instead.

How much I love you

Maybe he’s really that slow, maybe he just didn’t catch how your face dropped a little bit when Wooyoung asked you to let go of the euphoric memories of feeling free, fiery and idolized in his car, return to the draining feeling of needing to be seen by other eyes.

It is a cruel task, but there’s a bond, a bond between you and him. A stupid bond which goes beyond the way you covered up your marks to meet up other men that summer– that stupid fucking bond which makes Wooyoung ready to grab his keys again, any time you call him out because he’s your best friend in need, your ride-or-die.

How much I need you

Wooyoung remembers you, even though he knows he shouldn't.

[senyuuno]

WHEN YOU DON'T SAVE THEIR NUMBERS UNDER A COUPLE-LY NAME

Featuring: Oikawa, Tsukishima, Atsumu, Shirabu

Oikawa Touru (Casual talk with his team after the event)

He would be really whiny about it.

"Oye, Oikawa. You're playing shitty today, huh?" Iwaizumi teased during their breaks. Of course, he'd know since he witnessed the scene a little while ago.

"But Iwa-chan-" "Well if it would affect our play with Karasuno tomorrow, I would just spike this ball off your head," Iwa said as he holds the ball tighter on his hand glaring at Oikawa. "Iwa-chan, that would be terrible!"

"What happened, Iwaizumi-san?" Kindaichi asked as he wipes his sweat on his forehead with the towel.

Mattsun faked a cough as he answered in the place of Iwa-"Apparently, Y/N saved Oikawa's number just under his name," then laughed. Oikawa pouted.

"Wow. So even Y/N-san could be harsh also." Kunimi remarked. Hanamaki nodded while saying-"Doesn't it serves you right?" "Shut up! I'm about to cry here!"

Iwa raises his brow-"So? What did you name Y/N under your contact?"

With a teary-eyed look, Oikawa answered-"Cutiepie with heart emojis."

Tsukishima Kei

You were texting him when he was suddenly at your back and your chatbox greeted him.

"He's not answering," you whispered as you slurp on the juice you brought earlier before agreeing on waiting for him so the both of you could go home together.

"Tsukishima-kun?" He reads his own name on your screen. You flinched due to the shock but smiled afterward-"Hi."

His forehead formed creased-"Am I your classmate?" He asked, one hand in his pocket.

"Hm? Aren't you?" You confusedly asked. What does he mean?

His brows shot up-"You really are gonna make me say it?" "What is?" He sighed in irritation-"You save all your classmates' contact information with their names and I'm one of them?" It was more like an emphasis rather than a question.

"I mean Tsukishima is your (last) name so I saved it like that," you answered in the most obvious way.

"That's one thing but I'm your boyfriend." That was unexpected. Before he could take back what he said, his ears were starting to get red.

"I-I thought you'd hate it." You looked down due to the embarrassment. And when Tsukishima gained his composure, he flicks your forehead which made you look up to him.

"I'll change it!" With a still red face, you fiddle with your phone as you change his name into Kei. When you showed it to him, he tries to fight back a smile and hides it with almost an intimidated tone asking-"My given name? Really?"

"What? Doesn't it make you feel special?" Giving him your sweet smile again. "Tsk. Do whatever you want."

Miya Atsumu

"Why would he even touch what's not his? Tch!" Atsumu has been annoyed when you meet him up in front of your classroom after their class.

"You've been saying that but you're touching his things too, right?" You pointed out.

Stopping at the vending machine to get drinks for the both of you, you quickly decided to get a cold lemon juice to cool Atsumu's head down. Pressing the key, you heard him clicking his tongue.

"It's my phone!" "Why? Are you hiding something from him?" You gave him a look before bending down to reach for the drinks.

"'M not!" "Then why are you mad?" "Cause he teased me about the nickname I saved for you!" "Nickname?" You asked as you gave him the drink. Instead of taking it from you, he looks for his phone in his bag and fiddled with it before showing the screen to you.

Love. "Oh." It's what you could only react. "Nothing's wrong with savin' ya with'is." He whispered more than to himself.

You chuckled. He looks at you. You smiled, reaching for your phone in the pocket of your bag.

"Then I'll change yours under that name too." After changing it, you showed it to him.

"Y/N! I can't believe you just changed it!" "What the heck? S'it why Samu's teasing me cause ya only saved it under m'name?"

You paused before answering-"Ooops?"

"After all these months..you...you... seriously?!"

Shirabu Kenjiro

"We've been dating for five months."

"Y-Yeah?" You nervously fiddled with your phone. He stopped on his track as you followed his posture, the only difference is that you're looking down.

"Y/N, look at me." With his voice uttering a threat you repeatedly shook your head. "What? Why?" He asked, containing his annoyance. "Cause you're mad!" "I am not." He tried his best to be composed.

As you looked up to him, you made sure to pout as it is his weak spot for you-"Really?" You asked. Shirabu massaged his temple as he gives up. It was moments ago that you left your phone inside the classroom and Shirabu said he'll get it. He calls your number so he could find it faster and froze when he saw his contact name. After a few seconds of pausing, he ended the call and called your phone again to make sure it's his. Fast forward, he dashed onto you as he gave you the phone, and he started asking why was it saved 'Shirabu-kun'.

"It's just that I can't find the right nickname to save your number," you reason out. "And you saved me with-" you cut his sentence. "Look, Ken, I'll change it okay?" You gave him a reassuring smile as he gave you a puzzled look.

"Oh! How about I'll save it as 'Ken'? Pretty cute right?" "Ken, what do you think?" "Hey~"

"Geez, Y/N, just do whatever you want," Shirabu muttered as he hides his blushing face with the back of his palm.

[alohajun]

♡ LOVE IS DEAD — SO JUNGHWAN

junghwan x reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship au, fluffity fluffy fluff, angst if you squint, hwanie being a cutiepie, reader making dramatic speeches

"love is dead.”

you stated, lying on the couch, blankly staring at the ceiling. "all he did was betray me after everything we had." your words sparked the interest of hyunsuk, who sat on the floor.

"y/n, are you okay?" hyunsuk awkwardly glanced at junghwan, who stood near the kitchen island, making a sandwich.

"he just used me and left me there," you continued, sighing. "now i know why hurricanes are named after people." hyunsuk and jihoon exchanged glances, worried about you.

ever since they arrived, you and junghwan hadn't talked to each other at all. this worried the males, wondering if you two were fighting.

hyunsuk got up and walked towards junghwan, who sadly kept glancing at you now and then. "what the heck happened?" he asked, concerned.

as junghwan opened his mouth to reply, he was cut off. "junghwan ate my sandwich," you responded, hearing the question.

jihoon's eyes widened, grabbing a pillow as a reflex. "you dramatic, little brat! i was so concerned!" he didn't hold back as he hit you, immediately getting a cry from you.

"ahh, ow!" you sat up, clutching your stomach and whining.

junghwan kept the butter knife down and rushed towards you, checking to see if you got hurt. "y/n, are you okay?" he inquired, reaching out to hold your hand.

"don't touch me," you mumbled, standing up and walking behind the couch. "i don't like you."

jihoon shook his head as junghwan looked at him for help. "young love is dramatic. don't look at me," he commented, looking over to hyunsuk. "wanna go to our dorms? they need space."

"yes, please," hyunsuk breathed, getting his phone and jumping to his feet, glad to get away from the arguing duo.

"you two grandpas are free to leave," junghwan sarcastically announced, pointing at the door, glaring at them when they laughed.

once the two had left, junghwan tried walking towards you, but you kept taking steps away from him. he sighed, unreasonably mad at himself for eating your sandwich.

"y/n, please talk to me. i made you another sandwich. please," junghwan urged, smiling slightly when you turned around to face him. you said nothing, and just stared at him, pouting slightly.

"why should i?" you huffed.

junghwan kneeled in front of you as a last resort, hoping it would work. "i will stay like this until you forgive me," he said, looking up at you.

you raised your brows skeptically, wondering if junghwan was serious. nevertheless, you shrugged and walked around the living room, cleaning up the mess the boys had made. little thuds on the floor made you look back, only to see junghwan following you – on his knees.

that's gonna hurt your knees. please, stop.

you pretended not to see and continued your work, but the light thuds followed. you tried your best to ignore, but when you finished all your work and had nothing to do, it was difficult.

you walked towards the couch when you heard a loud thump, following by junghwan groaning. you turned around and quickly rushed to junghwan, who had faceplanted onto the floor.

"are you alright, hwanie?" you asked, holding his arm, trying to pull him up. junghwan immediately got up, smiling brightly as you just spoke to him. you gasped as you saw his face, frowning at the little wound on his lip. "oh, no. what have i done?"

you made junghwan get up and sit on the couch, the frown not leaving your face as you inspected his face. tears welled up in your eyes as you saw junghwan's wound, knowing well it happened because of your stubbornness.

sure, it was a teeny, weeny, itty, bitty cut. but it was still there on junghwan's face. all because of you.

"y/n, i'm fine." junghwan smiled, his hands on your face. "really. i'm not lying."

"you are still hurt," you muttered, and you gently patted junghwan's knees, knowing it must hurt as he walked behind you on his knees.

"yeah, i am." his words brought the frown back on your face. "but if you kiss it, i might just be better." he chuckled as you disbelievingly shook your head.

you couldn't help but crack a small smile at junghwan's words. you rested your hands on junghwan's face, leaning in and placing a small kiss on the corner of his lips, near his wound. you showered the male with kisses, placing them all over his face as he giggled adorably.

"am i forgiven?"

"i wasn't mad at you in the first place."

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summary: as you and taehyung start to build your life together post graduation, things become more complicated than what you expected it to be. while taehyung struggles with his inner demons, you’ve become the sole supporter, the pillar, juggling different jobs to keep you two afloat. your love for each other has been put to the test as your relationship continues to face hurdles - hurdles that have you questioning whether or not your relationship will make it through.

pairing: reader x fiancé!kth

genre: post grad au, established relationship au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 4.8k

warnings: cussing/mature language, jealousy, lots of insecurities and overthinking, angst, crying, bar scene, alcohol consumption, flashback scene in the middle of the chapter, a lil sprinkle of fluff, implied sexual content, bickering/arguments

note: honestly, this was ALSO not supposed to get this long but like… 🙃 here we are lol

tags: @enchantaeduniverse​ @thedarkwinterrose​ @sapphirejeon​ @jwlmnbt​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ra-mun-e @brightcolorsoffendme​ @jungcrookthecookbook​ @sunniejinnie​ (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Okay, I think that's it." You said, hands on your hips as you and Jungkook walked through your door for the final time.

"What are you selling, the world?" He huffs and puffs.

"For someone who works out often, you complain a lot." He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Where's Tae?"

"Sleeping still." He nods.

"Oh, okay. Ready to go then?" You nodded silently as you grabbed your bag to hitch a ride to the café with Jungkook since he was working today. He starts to talk about the girl who works with you two and how he thinks she's a little cutiepie. He has such a silly crush on her that his cheeks are lightly rose tinted every time he talks about certain encounters they've had. You're happy to see him happy, and you tell him to keep pursuing it since she's a super sweet girl. However, part of you is sad solely because you couldn't say you were 100% happy at this moment. You wish you were, but these problems were hindering you from feeling complete. You just wanted to get past this page in the book.

As soon as you both get to the cafe, you start unloading his trunk and getting everything inside. Jungkook claims he has the last two bags covered, so you walk to the back and take breather just to gather yourself before setting up. But you truly didn't expect to lose it right then and there.

"Okay! I got all the— Y/N?" Jungkook instantly worries when he sees you crying into your hands in the backroom and hurries over to you. "Hey, woah. What's going on?" He gets in front of you, gently trying to pry your hands off of your face.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." You continue to cry as he successfully removes your hands from your face.

"Sorry for what? What's going on?" He wipes your tears with his sweater and lifts your chin to look at you in the eye.

"Nothing."

"The day barely started and you're already crying in the backroom." He says softly. "Don't try and lie to me."

"I just don't know what's going on between me and Tae and it's stressing me out."

"What's going on? Same stuff?" You nod, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You tell him about how he had been super weird about taking Jimin's help and how you both got into a huge argument about it. Then, you told him how last night ended [sparing your poor bestfriend the details] and how you couldn't help but feel used because he simply dismissed you, which is very unlike Taehyung when it comes to arguments and disagreements. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I know he's going through a rough time, but Tae also needs to respect you and look at you as his partner, not someone who's also attacking him or against him. Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No." Simply, no. Because you never get your friends involved like that. You just don't, no matter how much they wanna help. "He looks at me like I am, especially after this whole Jimin thing. I don't wanna say it's stupid because I don't wanna discredit his feelings, but god. Like, should I just do this on my own? Tell Jimin to forget it?"

"No." Jungkook shakes his head. "You're already getting a good start on your goals, Y/N. Don't let that go because of everything going on. Give him some time and space."

"I have been. For awhile now." You sat, feeling completely defeated already, tears still coming down your cheeks.

"Here, I'll go set up and I can take over the table for a bit. I'll ask Isabella if she can cover for a quick second." He stands in front of you, hands out to help support you as if you had lost your footing.

"No, I'll be fine—"

"Y/N, just sit. Okay?" He gives off a small sigh. "Just sit for a second and let yourself take a breather." He gently sits you down and makes sure you don't get up by slowly backing away from you.

"Kook, this isn't Marco Polo."

"I'm just trying to make sure you don't run off because you're stubborn!"

"Hey!" Isabella comes running in, a little confused as to what's happening.

"Hey, can you cover me at the front for a bit?" Jungkook stands back upright in a normal position to ask her sweetly, hands tucked behind his back as he bounced on his feet. This boy.

"Yeah, of course Jungkook." She blushes.

"Thanks. I'll be right back." He gives you a quick look before dashing off. You lay your head onto your arms as they rest on the table, a small headache forming at the center of your forehead.

"You okay, Y/N?" Isabella asks softly as she puts her things away.

"Yeah, sorry. Just a really weird day yesterday."

"I'm sorry." You feel her hand caress your back. "Let me know if you need anything, okay?" She says before shuffling herself out of the room. To be honest, you had no idea what was going on with you, and why you were feeling this way. You were just so sick and tired. Sick and tired of being sick and tired.

This was slowly taking a toll on you, and you weren't even sure if Taehyung realized what he was doing was hurting you in the process.

He can't say he does.

Tae set the weights down back onto the rack aggressively before sitting on the bench, watching Jimin finish his set. They had been working out after lunch, Jimin calling him shortly after Taehyung had fully woken up.

"Are you gonna go to the café after this?" Tae shrugged.

"I don't know, Y/N said she didn't need help and wouldn't be there all day."

"You won't even visit for a bit?" Jimin asks. Usually Tae was rushing to get back to you, but he knew everything that had been going on had been affecting your relationship to an extent.

"We'll see."

"You two coming to the bars tonight then?"

"What are we celebrating again?"

"Nothing. Just getting together like old times. I told Kook, Hobi and Yoongi. They're down." Tae nodded.

"Joon, too?"

"Joon, too."

"Me and Y/N will probably go but I don't think we'll stay long. She has to do that thing at the school—" He scratched his head. "The thing— the exhibit and talking to incoming art students or whatever." Jimin chuckled at how Tae couldn't get his words out.

"It's not whatever."

"You know that's not what I mean." Tae rolled his eyes at him, annoyed all over again at how Jimin had been kissing your ass lately. Cause fuck, the way Jimin had been painting himself as a knight in shining armor, an angel even, was pissing him the fuck off. It made him feel like he wasn't doing enough to support you, or like you couldn't turn to him for help. He hated that feeling, even though he had been rude as hell and showing it in a different way.

"That's fine. Just come out and hang out for a bit." Jimin sighed as he sat on the bench next to him, drinking some water before placing the bottle back down on the ground. "You two doing okay?"

"Yeah, what makes you think we aren't?" Tae asks, getting defensive. Jimin quickly eyes him, reading his body language. He knew Taehyung so well - so fucking well that he knew almost immediately when things were taking a toll on him. Things liiiike.. his parents. As a prime example. Jimin knew Taehyung and his parents obviously didn't have the best relationship, and he knew he took things to heart whenever his father got on him about stupid shit [just like he did over that dinner]. Taehyung wasn't one to show emotion much; he liked showing people he was mentally tough and that he could handle whatever came his way. For the most part, it was true. But, Jimin and Namjoon also knew he wasn't always like that, especially when it came to things that mattered the most to him - his family and you. Taehyung hated to admit it but his family's opinion of him was important no matter what. He was hard on himself because he wanted them to be proud. He wanted to actually feel like he had been doing something good for once. He was still longing for that feeling no matter what he said or did. It was a never-ending battle; like a plot with no happy ending in sight.

"I'm just asking." Jimin threw up his hands, showing that he wasn't suggesting anything behind the harmless question.

"We're fine. I know she's been stressed lately because of work and her art."

"Mmm."

"It's funny." Taehyung chuckles at himself.

"What's funny?" Jimin laughed a bit, confused.

"I didn't expect to be caught up in her like this. After Hana, messing around with all these girls. She's my fucking fiancé."

"Yeah and you better not fuck that up." Jimin stands to gather his things.

"You sound like my dad." Tae jokes, even though he was pretty offended.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to." Jimin instantly apologizes, knowing everyone had been walking on eggshells around Taehyung lately. "She's a good girl, you've got it good."

Taehyung softly smiles at the thought of you, but he wasn't gonna lie, he was hurt by Jimin's statement. Call him sensitive or whatever, but he wasn't feeling the fact that people were constantly looking at him as a fuck up and hinting at it. It seemed to be a reoccurring theme lately. "You ready?" Tae sighs before grabbing his stuff. They get into his car, departing from the gym to make their way to Jimin's so he can get dropped off before Tae heads home. Taehyung replays yesterday's events in his head, which instantly irks him all over again. But, he has such a soft spot for you that he feels terrible for having been too harsh about it. He was still upset, and he wasn't gonna let up on his feelings. But he knew he should have been better about how he approached it. He knew better than that. He's learned to do better.

➤ FLASHBACK

Taehyung excitedly parks his car at the café to surprise you for your pop up today. He had been working endlessly to finish off finals strongly, and he had been so busy that he hadn't really gotten a chance to help you or support you. He felt terrible about it because you were his babygirl and he wanted nothing but to spoil you for all the hardwork you've been putting in.

He creeps up behind you, bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back. "Excuse me, miss." He says lowly near your ear.

"Holy fuck!" You say as he startles you. "Babe, what the hell! Don't do that!" He laughs.

"What's cookin', goodlookin'?" He wiggles his eyebrows, making you chuckle. "These are for you." He smiles toothlessly as he hands you the pretty bouquet. "And your favorite!" He hands you a Mcflurry cup.

You squeal. "Oreo Mcflurry! Aw, thank you baby." You place a quick kiss on his lips. "But don't ever scare me like that!" You playfully hit his chest, causing him to erupt in laughter.

"You should've seen your face."

"Ha-ha, very funny." You rolled your eyes, causing him to pinch your cheeks.

"How's it going?"

"Welp, I'm almost out for the day." You giggle. "I, uh, may have underestimated." You look down at his hoodie, realizing it was one of the hoodies you had made for a previous collection you sold at Jin's. "Waaaow, cute sweater, who made it?"

"Mm, I don't know if you know her. Her name's Y/N."

"Uh huh?" You nod, hand on your hip, waiting to hear more.

"She stands about this tall." He lowers himself close to the ground, causing you to laugh. "Cute, right? She's beautiful, incredibly smart and sexy. Brilliant visual designer and illustrator. Packed with hella attitude." He pretends to ponder on his thoughts. "I could go on about her, really. She's one of a kind."

"Cute. She must feel lucky." You smile.

"I know, I'd feel lucky if I knew me too." You roll your eyes and playfully hit him. "Ah, I'm kidding." He pulls you into a hug. "I keep this sweater in my trunk."

"Oh, so you keep it in your trunk just for emergency wear?" You sarcastically ask as he holds you from behind.

"Yeah, and cause it's the only sweater I'd choose to wear out of the hundreds I own." You smile up at him. "Mhm, not gonna try and win that one." He places a big, sloppy kiss on your cheek before pulling away. "Show me. How can I help my pretty baby today?"

➤ END FLASHBACK

"Hey, I can't stay out late tonight because of the event tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know." Taehyung says softly.

"Please don't drink too much."

"I wooooooon't." He whines with a small sigh, also slightly offended at that statement. He didn't know what it was, maybe it was the fact that his own father painted him in such a negative light that everything seemed off to him lately. Like people were just out to get him or constantly looking down at him and his actions. A personal attack at who he was. It was slowly piling up for him and he wasn't sure how much more of it he could take.

You prepared a quick dinner while he hopped in the shower. You set his plate aside before taking a look at the mail that had come in today.

Bills, bills and more bills.

You sighed to yourself as it felt like you had just paid things off, but clearly not. Moving into Taehyung's wasn't the greatest idea, being that his space was much more expensive than yours. But, he did have the space you needed for your work. There was money left, but you knew it wouldn't last forever. You hated tapping into your savings and whipping out your credit cards because you wanted to keep yourself clean as much as possible. However, that was proven difficult as of late. It was a sacrifice, especially since Taehyung had cut off his mother's help. Taehyung's pride was such a curse sometimes.

You shook your head, already finalizing the fact that you would deal with it later. You had began to set your things aside for the new student event tomorrow morning. You figured you'd get there early to set up and make your table at neat and cute, so you didnt have to worry much about it right now.

Taehyung comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, hair slicked back and wet. You turn to face him, your eyes wandering down to his chest and bottom area. God, why was he so beautiful? It wasn't fair. You loved him so much that you could crumble even being upset. He talks a whole lot about you being the death of him, when really, this man is going to be the death of you. Truly. There's no debate about it.

Getting to the bar, you both immediately spot your friends in the corner, a huge tower of beer decorating the center of the table. Jimin is the first to stand, coming towards you two with a huge smile on his face.

"Friends!" Jimin yells. "Drink!" He says, holding up two shot glasses.

"Fuck, man." Taehyung says taking the glass. "We just got here."

"So! Y/N needs to be home early remember?" He watches wide-eyed as you two take the shot and make sour faces at each other.

"Okay, I'm good." You say, being that you were the DD tonight. Taehyung could enjoy himself if he wanted to [to an extent], but you definitely needed to be in tip top shape to be a good role model to those incoming art students tomorrow.

Throughout the night, the bar starts to get packed from end to end, you and your friends staying at the table and keeping to yourselves. You could tell Taehyung was crossing the line of pretty fucking drunk, which somewhat bothered you. You literally just told him to take it easy tonight - just for one night - so you could do what you need to do tomorrow.

"Hey." Jimin comes next to you, swinging his arm over your shoulder like he always does. "One more shot?" You give him a toothless smile. Ugh, why the hell not? Your man was drunk, and Jimin had only been helpful lately. You could at least return the favor by taking a shot with him.

"What are we drinking to?"

"You." He smiles. "Your shop. Your art. It'll only go up from here, yeah?" He rose his shot glass up before clinking it against yours and taking it to the neck.

"Mkay, that does it for me." You chuckle. "Thanks for the shot."

"No problem. You doing okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." You looked at your watch. "Should probably get out of here soon, but Tae looks like he's enjoying himself. I don't wanna drag him out of here."

"We can just bring him home." You shake your head worriedly.

"I don't wanna leave without him." Jimin chuckles and looks over at Taehyung.

"He'll be okay and you'll be just fine tomorrow. Besides, you can make up all the bullshit in the world to tell the incoming students, they'll believe it either way."

"That's mean." You chuckle.

"Come. Let's dance!" Jimin says, leading the way to the empty space near the table. Everyone gets up to dance, Taehyung slipping himself behind you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"Can I at least get one minute with my lady without Jimin interrupting?" He says in your ear.

"Taehyung." You flatly say, looking back at him.

"That's your mad face." He holds you tightly from behind as he sways you from side to side.

"I'm not mad."

"Mhm." He kisses the back of your head. "Why don't you have fun with me for a little? We'll go home after this." You couldn't even stay mad at him, with that fucking frustratingly handsome face of his. He was definitely drunk though, you could smell the whiskey lingering on his breath as he danced with you for a bit. You let him be, just so you wouldn't trigger anything within drunk Taehyung. Everyone around you was having a good time, the feeling of nostalgia hitting you pretty hard. You missed the days where you could get together and go to parties after a long week of school. Or, when you would tease the fuck out of Taehyung as his fuckbuddy during parties, or at the clubs. You know, before graduation and responsibilities happened.

But as one hour turned into two, and two turned into three, you found yourself getting restless. It was nearing 2AM and you had to be at the school by 8am - even earlier just to set your table up. You made your way to the bathroom, hoping Tae would get the point and start getting himself ready to leave.

Right.

Once you were out the bathroom, he'd realize you had been gone for a little and start saying his goodbye's. He'd realize time got to the best of him. Right?

"It's a fucking good time tonight!" Jimin tells Namjoon, laughing with him as he watches Joon act a fool with his dance moves.

"I'm sure it is, since you've been in Y/N's space the entire night." Taehyung says it jokingly, but he doesn't realize it only comes off that way in his head. Jimin furrows his brows at him, his high quickly dying with Taehyung's unnecessary comment.

"Don't start with all that. Not tonight. Everyone's having a good time--"

"Or what, Jimin?" Taehyung chuckles like the petty ass he can be. "You know it's true. Don't you think it's a little disrespectful to be crossing boundaries?"

"Hey, let's step back for a bit." Jungkook lightly tugs on Taehyung's arm as he hears the conversation going south quickly. But Taehyung breaks from his grip, stepping forward towards Jimin.

"You really think I would do that to you?"

"Haven't you already? Swinging your arms around her and shit, being all angelic--"

"Tae, come on. That's enough. Don't." Namjoon steps in the middle. "Let's go outside to get some air."

"You really wanna make me look that bad in front of my own girl?" Jimin lightly pushes him away, Taehyung getting too into his space.

"Enough." Namjoon shakes his head, aggressively stepping in the way to create distance. Taehyung shakes his head and walks off, the rest of the group watching as he walks. You finish off in the bathroom, assuming Tae was already getting ready to go. However, you realize your assumption of leaving by the time you're back is absolutely incorrect because when you get to the table, Taehyung is nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Tae?" Kook looks at you frazzled, before his eyes begin to pan the room again.

"Look, don't freak out, but him and Jimin just got into it and he walked off."

"What the hell do you mean they got into it and he walked off?"

"It's nothing, Tae is just drunk—" Kook squeezes your wrist and shakes his head.

"No, it's not just nothing because you and I both know how he's been feeling lately." You run your hand through your hair. "What did he say?"

"He just got into it about Jimin getting close to you lately, and how he felt like he was disrespecting boundaries." You sigh heavily.

"Fuck."

"We have an issue." Namjoon comes back from out of the blue. "He's not around."

"What do you mean?! Where did he go?" You run your hand through your hair.

"Okay, let's not panic." Jungkook tries to relax you. "Let me go check the bathrooms." Namjoon nods as he continues to look around the room.

"Please? We should get home." He nods to you before he's off to check for Tae in the bathroom. You stand near the table awkwardly, worry filling you quickly the more time passes.

"Hey, you okay? What can I do?" Hobi squeezes your arm, his face flushed with a red tint from how tipsy he is. You give him a small, reassuring smile and nod to try and keep calm.

"I honestly don't know anymore, but I'll be good. I think. We're just gonna look for him and head home."

"Is Kookie looking in the bathroom?" You nod. At this point, you catch a glimpse of Jungkook coming back alone.

"Jungkook?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find him in there. I swear I tried."

"So, where the hell is he?" Jungkook shrugs.

"Lets check around again. I won't leave until we find him."

"Have you tried to call him?" You had already beaten Yoongi's question, calling Taehyung's phone only to see his phone vibrating and ringing on the fucking table. "Hm, okay. Maybe not."

"Fuck." You snatch Taehyung's phone from the table. "Is he serious right now? It's about to be 2:30AM. How the fuck can he get lost at this time?"

"Y/N just go home, we'll find him and bring him home." Jimin says, coming back from roaming around the place.

"No, I'm not leaving here without him."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." He says, looking at you in the eye. Although he was pretty fucking pissed, he couldn't help but worry about him either. No matter what, that was still his bestfriend. He didn't want anything to happen to him.

"It's not your fault."

"We need to check around the neighborhood." Jungkook suddenly comes back and grabs your arm. You follow him, Yoongi, Hobi, Namjoon and Jimin outside of the bar, the cold hitting your skin harshly.

"Let's split." Namjoon says. Jimin and Hobi split, Namjoon and Yoongi sticking together to go down a different path. You kept yourself close to Jungkook, knowing there were all sorts of drunk ass men out at this hour and you weren't helping wearing a tiny ass skirt and a deep cut shirt.

"Cutiepie, let me come holla!" A dude yells as he tries to swing his arm around your waist. Jungkook easily pushes him off, glaring at him.

"Back the fuck up." He spits out, your bestfriend coming to your rescue amongst the sea of men you're encountering on the sidewalk right now. He throws his jacket over your shoulders, hoping to shield you from them and the cold. "Your outfit." Jungkook frowns, a little worried.

"I mean, I didn't expect to lose Tae tonight." Once you had gotten to a quieter part of the street, you come from behind to walk beside him. "Where the hell could he have gone?" You whine. You're more worried for his safety and wellbeing right now more than anything and all you wanted to do was find him and bring him home, even though you were slightly worrying about yourself and how things would go tomorrow. You could give him an earful later. It could wait.

"He couldn't have gone far." You both continue down the street, heading towards your car, hoping he may be around the area. Jimin calls to check in, saying him and Hobi hadn't caught sight of him yet, and the same thing goes for Yoongi and Joon. You almost want to cry when you don't see Taehyung near your car, but Jungkook ends up walking further down towards the park near your parking spot. "Y/N! Here!" He calls out, running towards an individual slumped over on their knees on a bench. "Taehyungie?" Jungkook sits next to him and shakes him a bit.

"Shit dude, I just kept walking then I suddenly had no idea where I was at." He drunkily says as you sit next to him and sigh heavily.

"No one said you had to do that, Tae."

"I just needed some air."

"Yeah and look where that got you, it's close to 3AM." You respond, irritated.

"Y/N." Jungkook says softly, shaking his head at you as if he were signaling for you to quit with your attitude. "Let's go back to the car." Jungkook watches him stand up and wobble a bit, but eases up when he realizes Taehyung is capable of walking himself to the car. You three get back safely, letting the others know that you had found him before driving Jungkook back towards the club so he can meet with everyone else. You quickly thank him for his support before driving off to head home.

The car is incredibly cold, and silent.

"Love, I'm sorry. I just needed air and got lost." He breaks the silence.

"I see that." You say softly as you drive home, keeping your eyes glued to the road in front of you.

3:23AM.

"Please don't be mad." He gives your thigh gentle squeeze. "I just got a little into my head tonight." You sighed, gently removing his hand from your thigh.

"Taehyung, I'm your fiancé, I'm doing this with you and only you. Do you even understand how worried I was? You just walked off, without your phone. Without saying anything to me. Just cause you got in your head for no reason."

"I'm sorry." He repeats at a whisper. You don't say anything else for the rest of the drive home. You silently park the car and head to the apartment, Taehyung sluggishly following behind you. He knows you're bothered, knowing it's closing to 3:30AM and you had an early morning. Honestly, he didn't realize how drunk he was until he had gotten himself into that argument with Jimin then got lost, especially without his phone. The fact that he had made you worry and stress like that made him feel terrible, especially after these past few days. You could have easily left, but you didn't leave without him even if it was this late. He instantly just wanted to cuddle you and tell you how sorry he was.

You quietly get ready for bed and line your things up by the door, just so it would be an easy quick and grab as you head out in the morning. You slip yourself into the sheets, Taehyung following shortly after he gets himself ready for bed. He shuts off all the lights and grabs himself a water bottle to sit by his nightstand before slipping in next to you.

"I love you." He whispers against your ear, wrapping his arms around you. But you don't respond. He peeks over to see your eyes shut, silently sighing to himself as he nuzzled his head against the nape of your neck. He knows you aren't fast asleep yet, and it hurts him that you hadn't said it back. You both just knew exactly how to love each other well, but also push each other's buttons. But, maybe, it was true - he was just fucking up left and right lately. Enough for you to go to bed without saying 'I love you' back.

'cause baby if i find a way, i'm sure of it, this love won't stray; just give me a chance to say i love you, and i need you. now are you here to stay, or fade away like every other day? you're the reason that i lie awake

track two: 3AM - finding hope

[hanazou]

Huaa ship your moots! I'm curious to see

printing response... ` - * , ✒

📝 ; I'm so sorry this took so long darling! :(

I've actually done this for my Mich, the bastard Rai, and the sweet Lev and Dino a while ago. Hence, I will do it again for the new friends I've accumulated over the month 💜

— the ships!!

♡ the hot Liver (@poeshoe) with Poe, obviously !! no explanations, she and Poe deserve each other. only Poe can truly understand her and only she understands Poe, final. she's such a badass (and dom) who's protective of those she loves,, such a perfect fit for Poe who's timid around other people. she and he can definitely understand each other's erratic moods and tendencies just fine

♡ my sweet Rei (@the-wholesome-ranpo) with my cute little brother Ash (@its-chuuya-bitch) of course !! why? plenty of reasons. they're a couple whose story is the spine of wattpad stories (literally, oh gosh, I'm not even lying. they make me go poof). also the amount of flirting that goes on always makes me want to hit my own head. this ship (Rash) is both my joy and pain.

♡ Cutiepie Ess (@amodernpersephone) with her Brielle (@hatrackbsd), the so called "aunt and niece" (they aren't related I promise you this one) Their dynamic is like.. kind of like SKK? (but not really?) Ess is always affectionate and Brielle is a tsun tsun like Ash but is always ready to murder for Ess. pfft

♡ My Koko (@bakajinko) with their pretty Gogo (@14th-century-homosexual-spirit) they're the epitome of soft bottom x bottom. they're really adorable and fluffy I promise you. they rule the server when the maniacs are asleep on the other side of the globe (which is around 2 pm above) and they're so fun to watch ~~

♡ Tobi the h*rny mad clown I wish to eradicate (@fashionablyfailing12) with either Fyodor or Chuuya. This is the 2nd worst ship I have here. I would say Fyodor but there's something about him that doesn't sit right with me, so I say Chuuya is a better fit than him. She's the type to fall in love with her best friend and so is Chuuya. the math is working. Not to mention her h*rny rambling stresses me out so much. Was that irrelevant? Maybe. Just needed to let it out

♡ Reveeza, the infamous mushroom anon (@dreamyeyesandfoggyminds) with Fukuchi. yes, that Fukuchi. this is the worst ship I'm about to cry from stress you all have no idea how pressured I am everytime she talks about him I'm begging she literally freaked out my whole server when she was thirsty and she's not even a part of it. this stresses me more than Tobi's thirsts for Fyodor and that's already bad enough. I wish she's joking but no she's actually serious I want to cry

this is queued I'm most likely not alive when you read this

[ficsforeren]

oh my GOD- you can’t do this to me BABYY!! (I don’t think I have to say it at this point but) THIS CHAPTER WAS ALSO JUST TOP TIER?!!!?! literally the only fic I’m using this platform for😤

I’m a bit mad at you tho…😳 Leaving us with such a cliffhanger honey you’re not playing fair😭😭 I just kept reading and reading and reading and suddenly it stops, when I just thought “Ouu now comes the scene with Armin and Reader and Eren catching them doing whatever ouuu👀👀” and then it ENDS?!??? I’m crying right now! September 11th is so far away🤧🤧

Also I usually don’t like Porco in fics and he isn’t my favorite character in AOT either, but you make him so lovable! I really enjoyed little flustered, cutiepie Pokko! Thank youuu🤍🤍

I love you and your writing! Bye!!🤪😳🤌🏼🤌🏼

LIVIAAAAA WELCOME BACK ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much for reading baby!!! OMG YOUR COMPLIMENTS STOPPP YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY 😭

the "eren catching armin and y/n together" scene isn't going to happen anytime soon. I want to build up her relationship with armin first and eren's not going to know anything about it until he gets back home and he asks, "so, like, who is this friend you've been seeing again?" then the drama will start.

I'm glad you liked Pokko in this story because he's honestly so precious and I have such a soft spot for my baby pokko 😭😭😭

[neonacity]

Hiiii, to start you did make me blush calling me cute how dare you 🥰(you’re cute too). So chapter 7 was soooooo good and I really hate the dreamies parents how can you be that’s cruel and crazy . I did cry at jeno’s part when he’s hunting y/n, I was like no no no no no please don’t do it . When she think he’s left no he didn’t that’s a trap ! Please don’t go out don’t do it and she did at that exact moment my heart stopped beating like literally. I know it when jisung come at the end to her bedroom and she think he isn’t like them , I just know it you don’t check if she has injuries first you call for help ! Chenle I don’t have word , at the same time I know that’s he was like the other but my brain didn’t want to believe it . I really love this chapter . Oh i almost forgot to tell you I read nighted and Orphic those two one shots are so good , haechan personality in Orphic at the end reminds me of lucid I really love this personality. And jaemin in nighted is so wow , I really want to read nocturne it seems so good 😊. Love ya 💕

aaaahh the cutiepie is here!!! so sorry I just got to my inbox today but I AM happy you loved the chapter! I actually reoli reoli enjoyed writing the hunting scene in the forest so I'm glad you loved it! and ahjgfhjhgfjhg thank you for reading Orphic and Nighted too! I might be enjoying a little bit too much in writing darker-themed stories for my favorite dreamies haha. <3 <3 <3

[buddietomytarlos]

9-1-1 S4 Ep13 Thoughts *Spoilers*

last last ep but still gonna write it for spoilers. thoughts under cut :))

- Opening reminded me of Criminal Minds

- All this because she wanted to find out who was (most likely rightfully) telling the internet about her crazy wedding. I remember when those were happening a lot, they were so?!?!? Also lmao “9-1-1 what’s your emergency?” *deadpan* “we have several."

- Eddie asking if it’s a reality show I just KNOW he secretly loves them but will deny it if anyone asks

- It was so obvious it was the mom… LOL EDDIE’S WIDE EYES HE KNOWS SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN

- “I’m radio rebel!” “No I’m radio rebel!"

- Buck and Eddie PLEASE “Sorry!” “Good luck with the wedding!"

- Having someone in your life who knows medical stuff is great because they can help you with insignificant but scary diagnoses that aren’t worthy of a trip to the doctor or hospital.

- “A shower?” Did Athena just do a The Office look?

- I KNEW DIET WAS GONNA BE BROUGHT UP YOU FUCKERRRRRR

- EDDIE FREAKING OUT OVER THE PILLOWS AWWW WHAT A CUTIEPIE

- CARLAAAA 🥺💞

- “Just be sure you’re following your heart, and not Christopher’s” aka don’t forget your soulmate is Buck not Ana <3

- So is h allergic to the sun or something…?

- Eddie staying behind to watch Charlie how sweet 🥺🥺🥺

- AWWWWW HE CALLED CARLA AND CHRISTOPHERRRRRR 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

- I saw a later scene on my mom’s TV I was wondering when we’d get to the eyedrops thing. But also is Eddie not wondering why they have a big package of eyedrops for two people...

- wait that’s Sara Canning asdjhkfasfj I saw her name in the credits in the beginning and I JUST put it together

- “Makes you wonder how bad it is for a patient who doesn’t have anyone, no one to advocate for them.” That hits home though for me and my mom. She had so many medical problems and a LOT of pain and no one listened until she went to this pain clinic. I know it’s not the same but-

- I love them all bouncing off possibilities to help Hen. Reminds me of House M.D.

- “Strong men also cry.” first of all yessss Chim we love healthy masculinity and two, him singing that holy fuck I need him to do that all the time plsss

- Poor Maddie :(

- YES HEN TELL HIM

- Wait Ana coming in clutch? Okay!!!! I don’t like EddieAna romantically but as crime fighting partners? Uh yes! And with Carla? FUCK YES give me the spin off

- Aww Sydney 🥺🥺🥺 I just love her growth so much

- Poor Charlie :(

- CAP WHO IS THAT. He saw her oof

- Wait does Maddie think she’s not fit to be a parent because she can’t get the baby to stop crying?? :(((

- I knew it was a sponsor thin

- “Who said this marriage is working?” Hi ummmmm stop please I don’t like this

- OH FUCK IF FORGOT ABOU TTHE SHOOTING FUCK. Okay but that shot of Buck and Eddie where Buck has his blood splatter all over him and Eddie is falling in slow motion… that was a really great shot. I know Eddie will be okay but still seeing it for myself ummm

- also was it specifically for Eddie or was he just a random target

- BUCK FUCKING TRAUMATIZED TO THE POINT HE WAS ABOUT TO GET SHOT!??? Why did the sniper go after the guy running to protect Buck instead of the straight shot he had at Buck though…?

- BUCK AND EDDIE LOOKING AT ONE ANOTHER FROM UNDER THE FIRETRUCK?!??!!? I know this is about Eddie and is traumatic but like… this is straight up soulmate lover tropes. Eddie was literally reaching out for Buck BYEE

[gojosattoru]

Happy Birthday Ana! 🤗🎉🥳❤️ Thank you for the incredible love & support you have always shown me. I wish so much happiness & love & success for you, a thousand times more than you've brought into mine. Thank you for so many cherished memories & conversations - a friendship I would protect with all my heart! Hope you have an incredible & wonderful time on your special day! I hope you like my gift-edit - it's not Gojo, but here's a Gojo sending his love to you! Happy Birthday Ana! 💕🎉😚

AMINAAAAAAA!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHH!!! YOU ANGEL!!! YOU'RE MY BELOVED ANGEL BBY!!!! It’s such a huge gift and happiness to me our friendship!! You’re my happiness and pride honey!! I JUST CAN’T STOP SMILING OH GOSH!!! >/////U/////< AND YOU SENT ME THAT GIF OF GOJO OMG I'M JUST FDCVGHBJKM HAHAHAH WHY HE'S LIKE THIS XDDD TOTALLY SEXY DORK!!! ANOTHER LIFE RUINER!!! I feel the same Amina, always wishing for many more years to pass and our friendship remains such a lovely and sweet bond Amina!! Always together and sticking for each other ; U ; You mean so much to me bby, you’re one of the people on here that I treasure the most!! 💕💕💕 Thank you so much again for your endearing wishes!! Made me cry a lil, I thank you too for making me another WONDERFUL GIFT !!!! IT’S KYOHRU OMGGGG!!!! THEY LOOK EVEN MORE PRECIOUS AND PRETTY GFCGVHJ!!! IT’S SO AWESOME HONESTLY AMINA!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR LOVELY GIFT OH GOSH I LOVE IT SOOOOOOO MUCH!!! THEY ARE MY ULTIMATE FAV >//////< *hugs you reeaal tight* You always give me so much love and I can’t thank you enough for everything you give for me!! ; U Love you lots too hon!! ; /// U /// ; Stay awesome and keep being such a cutiepie!! I hope you’re doing well, don’t forget to take care of yourself oki? Always praying for your health and well being bbe!! THANK YOU AGAIN!!!! 💕 💕 💕 💕 *chu*~

[macaronsforchat]

Adrinette April Day 21 - Magic

@adrinetteapril

read on ao3!

(I decided to make a Magic AU, so enjoy!)

“A love potion?” Marinette asked, staring at Alya.

“Yeah! They’re not hard to make!” her best friend said, holding Marinette’s shoulders. She glanced across the room at Adrien, shaking her head.

“I don’t know, Alya,” she spoke, biting her bottom lip nervously. “How would I explain that to him if he realizes?” Alya sighed, pushing up her glasses.

“Simple. Bake the potion into some sort of pastry, and if he figures it out, tell him you gave him the wrong one,” she suggested, and Marinette tilted her head.

“I guess that would work,” she said to herself, thinking about what she would bake.

“Of course it will,” Alix spoke up, and Rose nodded excitedly.

“You really think so, girls?” Marinette asked, glancing at them all.

“He’s already in love with you, he just doesn’t know it yet!” Mylene said enthusiastically, smiling. Marinette chuckled. Juleka nodded with fervor.

“Thank you,” she told all of them, standing up to go. “I’ll let you know how it goes!” she said as she began walking away. She hurried over to the potions lab, thankful there wasn’t a class going on.

Opening her textbook, she flipped until she found the ingredients for a love potion, absentmindedly reading the warning sign at the top of the page. She had already begun to make the potion, having remembered some of the ingredients from class last week.

As she put the last ingredient in the cauldron, Marinette felt herself hesitating. Despite what her friends had said, she was still unsure about going through with it. Was that really fair to Adrien? Shouldn’t he decide on his own if he was going to fall in love with her?

She sighed as she saw all the signs that her potion had turned out well, pouring it into a small vial. She didn’t know if she was going to use it, but the thought of throwing it away and wasting valuable ingredients was one she quickly dismissed.

Marinette was about to close the textbook when she skimmed the page and saw another potion that caught her eye.

Marinette perked up as she read the ingredients for a truth serum, saying that whoever takes it will tell the truth about anything someone asks them for up to five minutes. She felt her heart begin to race, rinsing out her cauldron and rushing to get the correct ingredients. The teacher in the corner looked at her suspiciously, but she was determined now. She would find out how he truly felt about her first.

When Marinette had finished with the truth serum, she headed over to the student kitchen, whipping up some chocolate chip muffins. She put the truth serum in one, making sure she remembered which one, and decided that she would put the love potion in another, just in case one of her friends could use it. Maybe Alya would want to pull a prank on Nino. But as Marinette thought about it, she doubted anything would really change if Nino took the love potion.

Marinette studied spells as the muffins baked, setting aside the two magic ones when she took them out of the oven. She began to clean up, washing the dishes she’d used as she hummed a tune, feeling excited.

Alya came in, rushing over happily and standing on the other side of the kitchen island.

“Ooh, these look so good!” she said, and Marinette chuckled.

“The two in front of me are the magic ones,” she told her, and Alya cocked a hip, placing a hand there.

“Two?” she asked as Marinette dried a mixing bowl.

“I decided to give him a truth serum instead, but I still made one with the love potion. I thought maybe you could play a prank on Nino,” Marinette suggested, seeing the mischievous glint in Alya’s eyes. “You’re a smart one, Mari,” she chuckled, pointing to the two muffins set aside. “Which one is mine?” she asked eagerly. Marinette was slightly worried for Nino.

“The one on the left,” Marinette answered as she crouched down to put away a mixing bowl. When she stood back up, her best friend had run off, and Marinette laughed. Nino really was in for some trouble.

She took the rest of her muffins back to her dorm room, staring at the magical one. She suddenly felt a little nervous, but she wanted to know the truth.

Adrien had a free period at the same time Marinette did, and she caught him in the courtyard as he was coming out from his previous class.

“Hey, Adrien!” she called, running up. She felt her hands shaking as she held the plate with the muffin on it, but she was determined.

“Oh, hey Marinette!” he smiled brightly, making the clear sky almost seem gloomy in comparison. She walked over to him, trying not to trip over her own two feet.

“I made some muffins earlier, and this is the last one. I know how much you like your baked goods,” she smiled, outstretching the plate to him. He grinned, picking up the muffin.

“Thank you,” he said, taking a bite happily. Marinette’s heart began to race, and she prepared herself. As he chewed, he stared at her, smiling.

“This is really good,” he said after his first mouthful, taking another.

“I’m glad!” she sighed, gesturing for them to sit down on a bench. “I was hoping to be able to ask you some questions really quick,” she told him, and he nodded, following her and sitting down next to her. He finished the muffin quickly, and as he took his last bite, Marinette got a text.

Alya: I don’t think you made this love potion right, girl. thanks anyway. good luck! ;)

Marinette frowned, wondering where she went wrong but turning her attention back to Adrien. She took a deep breath in, shakily exhaling.

“Adrien, I…” she trailed off, beginning to blush. Was she really doing this?

“Adrien, I-I wanted to know how you feel about me,” she got out, and even though it was a little rushed, she’d done it. She’d bowed her head a little, and when he was silent, she got worried. She looked back up at him, but when she was met with confusion in his eyes, she wanted to panic.

“I-I mean, I just--” but he cut her off, taking her hand before she could begin to gesture with it.

“How could I be anything but madly in love with you?” he asked, and her heart stopped. She stared at him, completely shocked.

“W-w-what?” she stammered, looking down at her hand being held so gently by his. He gave her a warm smile in return.

“I’m in love with you, Marinette!” he told her excitedly, and suddenly Alya’s text made sense. Her stomach dropped, her free hand clapping over her mouth.

“No, you’re not, Adrien,” she sighed, but he just kept giving her that heart-melting smile.

“Of course I am, cutiepie,” he gushed, and Marinette didn’t know what to do. If made just right, the potion could last for days. Marinette hoped she hadn’t made it just right. But at the same time, what would he say when he snapped out of it? Should she enjoy it while she could?

“Adrien, please, I accidentally gave you a love potion,” she pleaded, holding both his shoulders. She felt her heart pound as he looked at her lovingly, pulling her into a soft but tight hug.

“Of course I’m in love with you, sweetheart,” he spoke against her, stroking her hair gently. Marinette blushed brightly, not knowing what to feel. She pushed away carefully, seeing that he was going to keep looking at her with eyes that made her want to curl up and blush forever. She took his hand and stood to bring him somewhere else, hoping no one had paid them much attention. She threw the plate away in a nearby trash can, ignoring his giggles about her holding his hand behind her as she pulled him along.

She took him to an empty stairwell that no one used except on certain days, sighing out and trying to let go of his hand. He wouldn’t let her, coming to stand in front of her.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” he asked, using his other hand to gently cup her cheek. She blushed again, putting his hand back at his side and feeling almost helpless. She wondered how long the potion would last, almost sad to think of it wearing off. She couldn’t get over the look in his eyes.

“You look so pretty,” he sighed quietly, reaching back up to run his fingers through the ends of her pigtails. She let him, staring up into his eyes as she blushed endlessly.

“Have your eyes always been so blue?” he whispered, leaning closer. Marinette felt her breath catch in her throat as his eyes fell closed, and she almost didn’t turn her head fast enough, letting him kiss her on the cheek instead.

“Awww, sweetcheeks,” he pouted, stepping closer to her. “No fair,” he whined, holding both her hands. She chuckled a little, still as red as a tomato. She looked up at him again.

“I’m sorry, Adrien, but these aren’t your real feelings,” she told him pointlessly, watching him shake his head and smile.

“You’re wrong,” he spoke lovingly, intertwining his fingers with her’s. “I love you, Marinette.” She felt tears begin to prick her eyes, a long sigh escaping her. She supposed it was karma for trying to use magic to find out his true feelings. It hurt to know that none of what he was saying was real.

“Don’t cry, my love,” he pouted, wiping her tears as they fell onto her warm cheeks. “You’re too lovely to cry,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms and hugging her, lifting her feet off the ground. She buried her face in his shoulder, hugging him tightly. She should have listened to the warning in the textbook. She should have handed Alya the muffin herself.

“Marinette?” he asked, and she sighed, wondering when she could go to her room and cry. “Hey, are you okay?” He put her down, blinking at her like he’d just woken up. She breathed out a sigh of relief, nodding.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she smiled, wiping her tears away.

“You’re crying,” he spoke, moving to hold her hand but catching himself. “Ah, sorry,” he chuckled, staring at his hand. After a few seconds, he looked around, rightfully confused.

“What’s going on?” he wondered, looking back to her.

“I accidentally gave you a muffin with a love potion in it, and it just wore off,” she told him, shaking her head at herself. “I’m really sorry, Adrien,” she said, staring up at him.

“Oh, uh, it’s okay,” he chuckled, blushing. “I don’t remember anything that I did, but I hope it wasn’t anything…” he trailed off, looking at her. “Wait, did I make you cry?” he asked worriedly, and Marinette shook her head quickly.

“No no, I’m just mortified,” she chuckled, and he frowned.

“I was wondering why I had such strong feelings for you when I came to just now,” he chuckled, and her heart stuttered again. She bit her bottom lip, watching him glance at the floor.

“I’m sorry, Adrien,” she said, sniffling a little. He smiled at her, nodding.

“No worries, Marinette,” he told her, patting her head once. He started to walk back towards the rest of the school, and she turned to follow but decided she would wait until he’d gone. But he hesitated, turning back and coming to stand in front of her again.

“Whoever falls in love with you will be a really lucky guy, you know,” he told her, and she looked up at him with wide eyes. The look he was giving her felt familiarly warm, and she felt like she could melt all over again. “Because it’s a pretty amazing feeling,” he finished, turning to leave with a smile and the hint of a blush.

Marinette didn’t know what to feel as she went back to her dorm, but she felt like she was floating, four words running through her mind.

“I love you, Marinette.”

~~~~~

y’all i really just wrote this. i was screaming the whole time i’m

thank you so so much for reading! I didn’t expect this much support, but I’m so glad you all like these <3