#admiring them from afar ig :'>

[quikhs]

I'm smitten for sunshine and positive vibes guys, no one can tell me otherwise bc i melt on the spot seeing those bright smile babes.

[imaluvsj7]

緑 ──── SECRET GLANCES & SWEET CONFESSIONS ; sunghoon enhypen

SYNOPSIS: sunghoon has a deep rooted crush on the reader but is too afraid to confess

GENRE : fluff ; WC: 1,403

WARNINGS : english is not my first language, not proofread yet, mention of reader being a little shorter than hoon, stalking term mentioned only once but there is no stalking plot in the story, that's all ig please inform if you find any.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

written in second person pov:

Entering the class you look out for your table where you usually sit only to see, Jake sitting there. Which was weird since you guys had your own fixed places, not through the professors but due to the daily sitting arrangements and habits.

Shrugging the thoughts you make your way to the last bench while getting comfortable you remove your required materials for the respective class.

Soon the profesor walks in and starts to teach while everyone follows him noting down whatever he was teaching but to be (not so) unknownst there was a pair of eyes who was busy admiring diagonally a certain person rather than focusing in front of him.

That certain person was you while the curious pair of eyes belonged to Sunghoon, the shy but loud introvert of the class. He was busy admiring the details of your today's hairpins and the style of outfit you chose to wear.

Admiring from afar Sunghoon did realize after noticing for months, how you love to style your outfits and add some accessories. Some days they are pearl jewelleries, other days it's a bow but today it was a cat paw printed hairpin.

At this point Sunghoon knows your favorite food from the cafeteria but he is still curious about what you like outside the cafeteria. Sunghoon knows your favorite subject, Sunghoon knows your favorite book from the library, Sunghoon knows everything you like or dislike during college hours.

Although he never tried to look out after college hours to not make you uncomfortable or put himself as a stalker but he was curious how you live outside the college, surely he was a whipped guy but way too scared to make a move.

His bestfriends, Jake and Jay tried to convince him and motivate him to confess or maybe just make a small move but he becomes a stuttering mess as soon as he speaks about you— oh the flushing cheeks oh his that turn crimson red when you both make eye contact.

The reason Jake sat on your seat was to give Sunghoon and opportunity to talk to you but the guy was lost between the overflowing river of thoughts. He wondered if anyone knew about his ‘admiration’ for you.

But only if he knew, it was not unknown to anyone in the class that Sunghoon has a deep rooted crush on you, even you know. It was pretty obvious, he was really bad at hiding through that toothy grin which showed his natural fangs and flushed cheeks.

Some people even questioned why he was stuck at you but couldn't make a move, don't think it in a negative way. It wasn't anything related to your popularity or face but many people liked him and some also had a crush on him not only for his visuals but his kind gestures. He ended up politely rejecting them.

People were just curious and concerned if he doesn't make a move then what if he loses the opportunity to be with you. Sometimes these thoughts scare him too, what if you end up liking someone else. Shaking his head he pushed the thoughts aside while focusing on you— opps, your hairpins.

Feeling someone's gaze on your back you turn your head and catch yourself in eye contact with Sunghoon, who soon lowers his head with a flushed cheeks feeling embarrassed getting caught. Soon he scratches his adam apple while looking up only to realize this time you're looking at him.

‘Hi’ – you whisper to him while slightly waving your hand along with a small smile that lights up Sunghoons eyes. His eyes began to sparkle, shooting you his toothy grin showing his fangs while returning your small wave muttering a small ‘hi’ while his cheeks flushed crimson red.

Your smile widens into a grin while raising your left eyebrow at him, he shakes his head in response, his grin never fading. You turn your back at him while his eyes lose the sparkles and his grin turns into a flat line.

Soon his grin returns after you look at him but this time throwing a small piece of paper ball near his foot pointing him to pick it up. ‘Meet me after the class ends in the lobby’ — the paper read. Sunghoons ear turns deep red while he looks up and nods his head at you.

Impatiently waiting for the class to end he bounces his leg, as soon as the bell rings and the professor leaves he jolts from his seat while walking into the lobby waiting for you to come outside.

Arriving in the lobby you search for him soon meeting his eyes, ‘Shall we go to the parking lot, the lobby is very noisy?’- you ask him the question after reaching him. He looks behind you to inform Jake about his absence but the boy who was observing the scene already along with Jay who has walked out of his own class, they both eagerly nod their head for whatever reason while Jake squeals for his friend with his big smile.

‘Sure’- is all he mutters as you grab his wrist and walk down to the parking lot while Sunghoon looks at his wrist blinking to make sure he is not dreaming. Soon after arriving at the parking lot you make him stand near your car while looking at his height.

“I'm not gonna twist my words so let's talk straight Sunghoon”- your statement settles a negative feeling in his stomach but he nods his head. “Till when are you gonna keep looking at me in every corner of college or you are going to make a move I'm tired of waiting okay.” His eyes widen at your boldness but he soon smiles and says “Uhh,,,, you know about my admiration.”

“You stupid — you flick his forehead with your fingers while he winces and rubs his forehead — me, you and everyone in our class knows about your obvious ‘admiration’ which you can call crush you know.”

“Oh,,, so do you,,,you know,,, you also” there he goes as a stuttering mess in front of you. “Before my answer I want you to finish your sentence and tell me how you feel while looking at me.”- you demand while looking at him with a small frown and a small pout.

“I have seen and observed and even some of our classmates have told me but I want your words Sunghoon, I need the confirmation before we move forward with anything.” - sensing your concern he quickly clears his throat and gains his confidence and looks at you properly while slowly holding your hand in his.

“___ I have liked you for almost a year now, sounds pathetic I know but I never dared to make a move because I was shy to stand near you and say anything but I really admire you, I always want to know you and your habits outside college. I want to be the person you send your daily ootds and ask me for the hidden details in them. I want to be the person you feel proud to call your boyfriend. I know I have my flaws but I can always work on them if you want to help me. I will try my best to be the best version of myself for us. Please give me a chance and accept me as your boyfriend.”

His eyes shine with tears of relief, he has finally confessed his feelings for you. He looks at your smile while you place your hand on his cheeks wiping his tears away. “Why are you crying oh my god you are adorable and of course I want you to be my boyfriend. Gosh I was waiting for this day. I like you too hoonie.” “Thank you for waiting for me”- he says softly while trying to reach out for a hug but to make sure you're comfortable.

Observing him you pull him close while hugging him and placing your chin on his chest. You both smile to yourself while not noticing the 2 pairs of eyes who were peeking to look out for his friend but now they both are hugging each other with big grins while Jake puts his phone in his pockets after the recording ends, Jay pulling his hands while they both walk out of the parking lot happy for their bestfriend.

꩜ .ᐟ NOTE : i hope you liked my first written fanfiction i have started writing after approximately 2 years so let's see what's more coming although i will be very slow with postings,,,, also i just wanted this fic to be hoon being a secret admire with title ‘subtle glances’ but here we are i wrote the whole story with a different plot ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

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[devixxish]

Pairing: Choso Kamo x AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 2357 | 25 paragraphs

18+ MDNI. NOT proof read, smut, inked & pierced Choso, pining, tiny bit of tattooing, Choso kinda flirts? ig, groping, two consent checks, slight begging, cunnilingus, fingering, dom! Choso, pussydrunk! Choso. again probably more? idk

A/N: it's like 5AM and I'm tired asf 😭 I deleted the whole thing and started rewriting it like 12 hours ago. tbh I just kept writing and writing,i had once again too many ideas and got overwhelmed:') Also, is it obvious I suck at writing dialogue? ANYWAY, the ending is hella rushed and ugly tbh, but I still hope you enjoy! Divider by @benkeibear ♡

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ A guy looking both intimidating and sweet simultaneously as you watch him from afar while waiting for your scheduled appointment. Skin adorned with black ink, running from his fingers up his arms and getting lost beneath the mystery that lay under his shirt. A hint of a few splotches made their way up his neck, your eyes following them with intent. Your eyes reached that pretty face of his and much to your embarrassment, you had been caught staring, earning a small wink and a hint of a smirk from him.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ While you had been many times to that particular tattoo parlor and caught multiple glimpses of him, either working, chatting or simply existing, you never got the chance to actually speak to him. You never even got booked with him. You merely settled for admiring from afar; the contrast of his pale skin with his intricate tattoos, his smudged eyeliner that made his gaze even more intense (or maybe it was just your imagination), the dark circles under his eyes that somehow added to his look, and the most adorable pigtails which were a stark contrast to his whole image. You had accepted your fate that you would never get the chance to come in contact with him.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ Even the thought of him was enough to make you blush. You had convinced yourself that it was starting to become an unhealthy obsession- you would never find the balls to even get close to the guy! But it happened. What you had been not so secretly hoping for- wishing for. You had just saved up enough to get a piece done, and when you booked your appointment and heard the name of your artist- you had to physically contain yourself from squealing.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ He was the first thing you saw as soon as you entered through the door on the day of your appointment. You were sure you had never felt more nervous in your life; the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and you could feel the sweat in your palms. It was embarrassing, honestly, but you had to get through it. With a deep breath, you found the courage you did not possess and walked over to him.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ The way he lit up upon seeing you did nothing to calm your nerves. On the contrary- were you imagining things? He interacted with you in the sweetest way, and you had to constantly remind yourself that you were his client, his last for the day on top of that, so it was common sense for him to be polite. Soon enough, you both had moved to the back with you only then realizing that everyone else had already left for the night. Sigh.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ He complimented you when you described the tattoo you wanted to get - a side piece coming down to your stomach - and you managed to give him a smile and a small 'thank you' in response with difficulty. He had started arranging the caps and inks, and whatever else he needed, when he suddenly voiced; "I'm going to need you to take this off.", pointing to your top.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ who laughed a melody when you yelped, "Excuse me?!", and explained that it was for the best if you didn't want ink to get on your top. You easily complied, slipping the garment off your body and laying back on your seat, calmly waiting for him. Soon, he approached to get you and the stencil ready. "Ready, pretty?"

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ He didn't seem to notice the blush that creeped over your cheeks, and you did your best to hide it as well. He started tracing the lines with ink, and you were grateful for the slight distraction the pain from the machine provided. It didn't last. He kept touching you - to stretch your skin and hold you still, of course - and you were finding it extremely hard to not stare at his face, or the piercings adorning it, or his hands, or the way he was touching you. "How are you feeling?"

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ looked up at you, expecting a reply. You had to look at him, and so you did, giving him only a nod. A hint of a smirk appeared on his face, returning your nod. "Good. You're doing so good.", and with that he continued his job, slowly reaching your lower stomach as time passed. It hurt, of course it hurt, but something made you want to put on your brave face and act nonchalant about both the pain and the proximity of you both- his breath was fanning over you stomach, adding a tingly feeling to the pain you felt. And him, he was nonchalant about how he made you feel.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ He wasn't stupid, nor a stranger to clients who had small, innocent crushes on him. It happened to everyone, and you didn't make it particularly hard to notice. He could see the way you looked at him, could feel the deeper breaths you sucked in each time his grip on you tightened, or the way you squirmed and closed your thighs every time he worked on your tummy. And Choso enjoyed it. Perhaps a little too much for his own good.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ His pause made you look back at him, a puzzled expression on your face. He gave you a smile and informed you you would be stopping for the night- you would need a second session. Your face visibly dropped; not because you wanted more of the pain from the machine, but because you wanted more of Choso. More of his touch, his small talk, his mere presence. You guessed he saw the look on your face, because just for a fleeting moment, something flickered in his eyes. What it was, you couldn't exactly tell, but it was enough to make your mind wander.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ He had turned to throw away his gloves and you took it as your cue to put your shirt back on and take your leave. While slightly struggling with your top, you picked up the sound of his chair rolling, and when you were able to see again, Choso was right in front of you, right in between your parted legs. Before you could even utter a word, he had already stood up, towering over you as he leaned closer while supporting himself on the back of your chair. "Leaving already?"

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ simply chuckled when your breath hitched in your throat, a low and airy sound that tickled your ears. "You're being so obvious, it's almost painful to watch", he was smirking while eyeing you, watching you stumble over your words and ultimately huff out in defeat. You were the cutest thing he had laid eyes upon. And he wanted to devour you. And he was pretty sure you wanted that, too.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ leaned even closer. You could feel his breath mingling with your own as he took a moment to analyze your face; your widened eyes, your parted lips, your pretty face as a whole. "Can I?", it was a whisper so low you barely heard it, but you were so thankful you did. Your nod was all it took for him to finally crash his lips on yours, his hand snaking to the back of your neck to hold you in place as he used his tongue to part your lips and gain access inside your mouth. All you did was mewl and let him kiss you the way he wanted - rough, but sweet at the same time - your hands gripping the front of his shirt as if his kiss was your life support.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ couldn't hold himself back. His lips never once left your skin after the initial kiss. He only took a second to allow you to catch your breath, before attaching his lips to your neck, his hands taking a hold of your thighs and trailing up and under your shirt. The sounds he was pulling from you were mesmerizing- and he needed to hear more. You could feel his hands roaming all over your body, groping your tits, gripping your side - the one without the fresh tattoo - gripping your thighs. It was driving you insane, and you found yourself feeling grateful for the fact that everyone else had left by then.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ dropped to his knees, placing your thighs over his shoulders and pulling you slightly forward. The skirt you had decided to wear that day flipped over your stomach, exposing your black undies and just how wet you were all for him. His lips found your right inner thigh, kissing and nipping your skin while holding your gaze. You were looking at him in wonder, chewing on your bottom lip in anticipation of his next move.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ smoothed his hands over your thighs, until his right one settled over your crotch. His thumb swiped over the wet patch on your undies and you heard him swear under his breath. "So wet and I've only kissed you.." He shook his head in feign disappointment as he used his finger to pull your underwear to the side. You couldn't even remember how you found yourself in that position; your mind was consumed by Choso and what you hoped he was about to do soon.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ looked at you from below, his gaze intense and hungry- "Can I?", he asked for the second time that night, and you gave him a nod once again. But this time it wasn't enough. "I'm going to need you to speak up, darling". Through whines and whimpers, you managed to give him the verbal consent he needed to hear from you; "Yes! Please, just- Do something.."

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ cooed at the desperation lacing your voice. "Atta girl". And with that, his face disappeared in between your thighs. He buried his face into your cunt, his tongue lapping up your juices and flicking over your clit. A groan sounded from him, along with a muffled mumble of how good you taste, right before you felt his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking. Your hands practically flew to hold onto his head, your fingers threading through his tied up locks- you couldn't decide whether you wanted to pull him closer or pull him off. Everything you were feeling was overwhelming; your moans sounded deafening in your ears and the intensity of his pierced tongue on your clit was enough for you to slowly lose your sanity.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ could live forever in between your thighs and with his head buried into your cunny. Your taste was intoxicating and addicting. It only made him wonder how much sweeter you would taste after cumming, and how much sweeter your moans would sound. How pretty you would look. He was a determined man. As much as he didn't want to, he had to catch his breath and so he pulled back. "Such a sweet, pretty pussy.." He murmured, more to himself. You could feel one of his fingers teasing your hole and before you knew it, he was slipping his digit inside you. "Tight too.. Fuck."

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ got up, looming over your slumping form on the chair with his finger knuckle deep inside you. You looked up at him with doe eyes, your breath baited. His thumb was lazily circling your clit as he slowly pushed in a second finger causing you to cry out and hold onto his hand that was in between your legs. "You're doing so good f'me, baby.. That's it..". His encouragement only added to your pleasure, and while it felt embarrassing, you were already close.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ could feel it. Your tight heat enveloping his fingers had his mind wandering to how good you'd feel around his cock. But that had to wait. His fingers began moving skillfully inside you, curling upwards to hit directly your sweet spot and his lips claimed yours once again, swallowing your moans and whimpers. His fingers were moving fast and hard, driving you even closer to your release. You tried to warn him, tell him that you were close, but he was kissing you with such fervor you found it hard to resist him.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ could feel you tightening, but he never expected to feel your thighs clenching over his hand and your release gushing around his fingers so soon; it was nothing he would complain about, though. He slowed down but didn't stop; instead he helped you ride out your orgasm, his forehead pressed against yours as he looked into your eyes. When you began squirming due to the overstimulation, that's when he knew he had to move away and let you breathe normally again - not that you would be able to.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ crouched down, taking his fingers out of you and showing them to you. "You made such a mess", and you looked half-shocked as he cleaned his digits off with his tongue. He stood up on his full height with a laugh and walked away, leaving you bewildered on the chair. Was that it? "Um..", you began and looked down at him when he crouched once more in between your legs and cleaned your mess with a cloth. "Hm?" He cocked one eyebrow, but his gaze remained focused on his task at hand. "Aren't.. I mean, won't we..?", you tried to subtly explain to him, only to earn a truly genuine laugh from him.

TATTOO ARTIST! CHOSO ╾ got up and helped you get dressed, "I wanna take you out first, what do you take me for?". That had you laughing this time, getting up from the seat on wobbly legs with his help. He escorted you all the way to the exit, a cheeky grin on his pretty face and a playful glint in his eyes. "I think I have a cancellation tomorrow. I'd be more than happy to finish up.. your tattoo".

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[serqphites]

YELLOW JACKETS HEADCANONS | them being jealous

summary: they notice you getting a little too close to another one of the girls, this is how i think they would react to the feelings and emotions that would tag along with it

pairings: nat, misty, taissa, shauna, vanessa, lottie x afab wlw reader

format: headcanons

warning: jealousy, swearing?, suggestive ig

lowercase intended! not proofread! y/n used!

natalie

- stops speaking to you

- starts going hunting without you

- when you would hunt together she’d ignore you

- gets mad if you talk abt whoever she’s jealous over

- you’ll eventually ask her while you’re out why she’s being so weird with you

- she shouts at you

- you shout back

- “what so you’re mad you’re not the only person i talk to???”

- “no i’m mad because i’m not your fucking person!”

- your argument turns into a love confession on her part

- she starts crying

- she gets really embarrassed and runs back to the cabin

misty

- would be BEYOND upset

- she’d think that she had done something wrong

- overthinking it way too much

- was she not good enough for you? even after everything she’s done for you?

- would go a little crazy ngl

- she would confront them and basically interrogate them

- would ask things like “what are your intentions with them?” and stuff like that

- coincidentally after that she wouldn’t see them near you anymore

- i’m fact they’d always make sure they are as far away as possible from either of you

- you literally have no idea what happened you just assumed you two just drifted

- yayyy misty wins again!!

taissa

- she’s been watching you from afar ever since you joined the team

- she’s scared to be openly gay, would people resent her? would they even care the she likes women?

- she’s actually been making an effort to talk to you as much as she can

- whenever shauna was the one giving out the cards for the chores that day she’d beg her to make sure she saved her the closest one to you

- however when you start spending a lot of your time with van, everything changes

- van is openly gay, just like you are

- is it offensive of her to assume you’re dating just because you’re both gay?

- whenever she would speak to you she’d ask about van

- “we’re just friends tai, i swear”

- “sure you are” she’d laugh it off as if she wasn’t genuinely trying to figure out what was going on between you two

- one day tai is out getting water and when she turns around to head back you’re just standing there

- you very quickly explain that you have feelings for her and that’s why you’ve been with van so much because you’ve been trying to figure out how to deal with them

- she drops the bucket of water and pulls you in for a quick yet passionate kiss

- “take it you feel the same?”

shauna

- she’d be so jealous

- my god you better watch your back

- she’s so scary

- the glares she’d give you both when you’re talking? lethal.

- the things she’d write about the person she’s jealous over in her journal? vile.

- she would be really quiet and weird around you

- it would make you very uncomfortable

- one day she puts her journal away and doesn’t balance it properly on the wooden beam

- it falls sometime after she’s left the attic and you just so happen to stumble across it while searching for her

- you stare down in shock at the cruel things she’s been writing about someone who was only considered a friend to you

- you are that into the journal that you don’t hear someone coming up the ladder

- shauna sees what you’re doing and charges at you, snatching her journal from your grasp

- she shouts at you for reading her journal

- you honestly don’t really listen, too busy admiring how hot she is when she’s mad

- you eventually can’t hold yourself back and pull her in by her hips as close to you as possible

- you share a lust filled, rough kiss

- god you’ve wanted that for so long

van

- she’s not really a crazily jealous person

- she’s a hell of a lot more chilled out than the rest of the girls

- but when you start ditching sneaking out of the cabin with her to sit and read under the covers with misty? oh boy things change

- she’s never felt like this before, she could feel it in her chest how furious it made her to see you with someone else

- she would make sooo many sarcastic jokes about you both

- “they’re probably off snogging misty somewhere”

- you’d overhear one of her jokes to the girls and actually get pretty upset

- at some point later that night you’d drag her outside to explain the way her comments made you feel to her

- she feels terrible

- it was never her intention to upset you

- she admits her jealously got the better of her

- you have a very heartfelt conversation about the way you’ve both been feeling recently

- obviously a love confession

- let’s just say you walk back into the cabin holding hands, everyone pitching in an “ooo la la” or a whislte

lottie

- we all know my girl got some problems

- lottie is very protective of you

- always wanting you by her side

- so when she starts to notice that instead of attaching to her side, you’re attaching to nats, she goes a little crazy

- she’d honestly say some bullshit about how the wilderness wants you to stay with her at all times

- “lottie, you can’t be serious right now”

- “y/n i can’t ignore my visions”

- “we wouldn’t want to upset the wilderness now, would we?”

- at that you fold and agree to stop spending so much time with nat, even if you know it’s just lottie trying to act like it doesn’t bother her that you’ve been giving someone other than her attention

- nat is just in disbelief that her strategy to get you back worked

a/n: hope you liked this, this is my first ever time writing fanfic so don’t judge pls! lmk what you’d want next :)

[charlessainzz]

Ellooo

I saw your recs were opennnnn

So i uave a request for cluless non-fan reader who attends a race for whatever reason and doesnt know anyone

Driver falls in love with them at first meet/sight

Like idk he saw them being all cute or something from afar or they bump into eachother or reader has to follow a friend whose a huge fan so they kinda look like a lost puppy following their friend around and driver finds them intriguing

Idk u can come up with that bit

But yeah basically clueless reader and driver

Idk which driver

Maybe max or lewis or oscar or even danny

But u can choose anyone ig

I just wanted some fluff cause why not

Thank u sm✨

I love ur writing🫶

thank you for the request!!! appreciate the love, and hope this is what you were looking for :)

Lost and Found

Could it have been any more of a cliche?

Here you were at the Miami Grand Prix lost and wandering around. And where do you find yourself? In the McLaren garage. How? You had no idea. You always seemed to get yourself into the predicaments.

Truth be told, you weren’t very interested in Formula 1. But your friends had an extra ticket so why not get a little tipsy and watch some race cars?

You had been walking with your friends when you decided to make a quick pit stop at the bathrooms. They said they’d wait for you but spoiler alert they didn’t. So here you were looking around the paddock for 3 blondes in Miami, you’d probably never find them!

Thinking you see one of your friends you begin shouting out to her as she entires the building wrapped in papaya orange. As you walk further into the building you can hear the machines and shouting men. That’s when you see the car. It wouldn’t hurt to get closer look. It’d give you something to brag about!

“Can I help you?”, a soft voice said behind you.

You whip your whole body around, “Oh! I got a little lost and was just admiring the car…” you say as your eyes meet his big brown ones. Your face going instantly red, you divert your eyes hoping he won’t see how flustered you are.

“It’s a nice car right?”, he says with a laugh. “We added some updates that’ll hopefully take us to RedBulls level but we’ll see”, he rambles.

You nod aggressively and say, “Never seen anything like it, very shiny!”. As you begin reaching out touch the tail end.

“Wait! No!”, he shouts and pulls you into him. “Unless you want hundreds of dollars worth of fines, I would not do that,” he says with a worried look. That’s when you realize you’re both caught up in each others arms.

Clearing your throat, you take a step back. “You seem to be very knowledgeable about all this stuff…” you say as you look around the garage.

He looks at you and begins to laugh, “you could say I’m somewhat of an expert”.

“I had a feeling. So are you a mechanic or pit crew?” you ask with sincerity.

His eyes light up at your question. Just as he’s about to answer another person calls out to him, “Oscar! Time to get in the car!”.

He begins to zip up his race suit. “You should hang around for the race and see why I’m such an expert in this stuff”, he says as he brushes his hands through his hair.

You look around the garage and find the guy who saved you from a million fines face plastered all over the walls. Oscar Piastri. Oh shit, he’s one of the drivers.

“What happens if I continue to hang around even after the race?” you ask with a smirk.

“Well then I might just have to take out to celebrate my win”, he slyly replies.

You cock your head as you eye him up and down. “Hmm…. sounds like a plan” you reply. “Don’t take too long then, I might get lost again.”

He starts laughing as he tugs his helmet on. “I’ll be back in no time”, he says with a wink and closes his visor.

Maybe your friends ditching you wasn’t so bad after all. A date with a Formula 1 driver, definitely something to brag about.

[shidouryusm]

Ghost town of youth - Suguru x reader

w/c -> 1.2k

contents -> bittersweet, angst, lots of metaphor and sea references, ig that's all

a/n -> idk man I just had a random wave of sadness about suguru and my tears wrote it. If y'all like it please support me via reblogs and comments :) also first time wrote geto idk whether I did a good job or not but I do love the lil sea metaphors here teehee. not proofread

The air brushes past you, little beads of salt sticking to your face and the skin of your lips. The sand below dips your heels deep into their abyss while the pull of the saltwater sweeps the particles back and forth in that white bed of grains. You feel the briney air kiss the strands of your hair as each of the thread dances to the unheard song of the dusk. 

The sound of waves are muted, almost too quiet to hear as they break against your ankles, resembling foams of soaps clinging to your feet submerged right where the shore begins. The ambience was scenic; the scent of the sea alluring to bask in, but there laid something that amplified the beauty of this nature more. 

Before you, was a sight that could only be called righteous – unadulterated and wholesome. Pure and tranquil. Far from any darkness that looms out there. 

The girls were silhouetted by the dying sun, their little figures prancing around the darkening sea, their pigtails dances along the motion. And behind them, you see him – arms outstretched, chasing the girls as they squeal and run and run further away from him. Their laughter doubles in pitch and happiness as he makes some kind of gurgling sound, imitating a monster. 

The chuckles of the two girls mixes with the breeze, creating a song even more melodious to tune into. Your lips curl into a comforting smile as their giggles mends your heart a little more than the day before. 

Suguru has left his monk attire at home, rather donning himself in a blue hawaiian shirt. He sends a glance across your way, eyes crinkled shut and a smile that translates to save me from this. You smile back, daring yourself to not show the inner turmoil creeping up on your face while you admire them from afar. 

It has been four years ever since Mimiko-Nanako stepped into your life and even though the aftermath of their entrance has been ugly, their simple presence and smiles were like bandaids on the scarred wounds. Like anchors holding both of your boats in an unrestrained sea.

But as much as they are a blessing, a hidden, fragmented part of your heart dares to speak out – wishing Suguru had never accepted that mission. That way he wouldn’t have to see their helpless faces smushed against each other, looking up at him in horror, with their little bodies trembling. Maybe that would have saved Suguru from the apocalypse he set into motion himself. 

Maybe today under the setting embers of the sun, you would be laughing with Satoru, Shoko and Nanami. 

Maybe then, Suguru wouldn’t have to creep up to you, farway in Sendai during your mission, offering you a portal to a completely different life– a life facing against the very people you once called home. 

You were ordered for immediate report on the sight of this man but seeing him in flesh had left your body to stand where it was. Eyes drinking him from head to toe. 

Was it your body that responded or the thrumming heart of yours that was branded by his name forever? You never questioned it. You never felt the need to because from that day onwards, Mimiko-Nanako had found another parent and jujutsu world lost another one. 

You missed Satoru. His obnoxious laughter, his lame but unnecessary sunglass collections that he possessed. Was he still this haughty or the loss of his dearests had left him in a loophole. Forced him to take responsibilty and raise a generation of strongest sorceres? You missed Shoko and the stench of the cigarettes she pulled out at the most random places, attracting glares of surprise and offence. Does she still smoke just like Iori drinks in secrecy? Heck you even missed Mei’s random bets with alarming amounts of yen and Nanami’s exasperated sighs. You missed everything. You missed everyone. 

And most of it all, you missed your Suguru. You missed the way his eyes used to twinkle at your random dates across Shinjuku. You missed his smile before he executed on planning devious pranks on you, with Satoru, only to later coax you with sweet words, kisses and hugs. 

You missed the genuinity of his smile. A smile that was robbed by the world. A smile robbed from you. You failed to protect him in your heart and now he has crumbled to pieces, along with the walls of your heart that promised his security. 

Slammed himself into a realm of extreme ideology that you still can’t bring yourself to accept. You don’t speak about it. Your blind acceptance was a testament of your loyalty to him. Your love that continued to grow only, swallowing you like a boa constrictor. You know his path is wrong. It is bloody and it’s killing every last bit of light in him, along with you. You clutch your chest as if holding your heart physically could help it from shattering apart.

You haven’t used jujutsu technique ever since that day. Suguru has accepted it. Upon enduring the death of his closed ones, your death would make him lose every resolve that is holding him by the thread to not go on a rampage. 

But how much of this can you tolerate? How many sleepless nights would it take on your end to finally stand on the line Suguru started his journey?

Your closed eyes didn’t sense his presence near you until large frame of his hands cages you in his hold, his mild scent wafting in your nose along with the oceany smell. 

“Anything on your mind?” his soft voice reaches your ear and the knife in your heart twists a little bit more. His head rests against your shoulder, little tufts your hair tickling your skin and suddenly you are teleported to the blue youthful days. Summer beach dates and hidden makeout sessions.

Only if you could have been saved.

You shake your head, leaning more into his touch while both of you watch your girls play, like a family promised of happiness. His embrace was the embodiment of chalk and cheese– with the warmth that served like a blanket in the chilly air yet the bloody coldness feeling like hugging a teddy bear fashioned with shards of glass. He holds you a little bit tighter, and you wonder whether he knows the dirty game of predicament your heart plays on you everyday. 

He probably does. your silent sobs never goes unheard in his ears. his heart aches for you but he knows where your love lies. Where your heart lies.  Anchored right against him. the only thing he can wait for is to let it rust. To let you strengthen yourself on your own in this doomed world. Even without your gallantry, your abandonment from jujutsu, he is assured about your support. Your love for Mimiko-Nanako and for him is what he may fight and die for. 

You watch Suguru drag his feet against the wet sand, absentmindedly trailing a path that you followed suit, your feet behind him on the white trail. He chuckles at your doing while you chime in, both of you indulging in a silly act of your own while your bodies flush against each other. Minds racing with thoughts but reaching one common destination - each other.

The sunset is beautiful and you wish time stalled here, you wished for the water to be this calm and you wished this little bubble of family remained as it is – playing in the ebbing waves under the twilight sky painted in the lightest pink. You know you haven’t caught up to him. Still following him just like the trails of the sand you both created. Maybe you never will. But moments like these where your heart aches for him and you are sent into the ghostown of his past, you can snuck in the happiness you had felt in the long lost youth. 

Who knows? Maybe Suguru will too.

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[bambieyedoll]

i saw ur bella hc on my feed and i am instantly obsessed, faster than the speed of light ‼️🥹 can i request an hc where its a looking from afar sort of thing? like bella is rlly known now but also musician reader 🤭 like would they fangirl ab each other on public or privately? would they meet?AAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😫

hi, baby ! aw, that’s so sweet. thank you so much for that, it means a lot to me. here it is, i hope you like it, love. ♡

bella would be obsessed the moment they hear your voice on the radio while driving home from work. would quickly download your album that same night feeling intrigued by you.

in a couple of days, they already watched every interview and stalked your social media.

the way you expressed, both through your art, your songs, and in interviews, made them wish they could talk to you, desire holding a conversation with you.

you were just mesmerizing to bella.

would listen to your songs every day without fail. it relaxed them whenever they were feeling tired or overwhelmed because of their work.

the effect you had on them was something else.

you’d have them fangirling in secret whenever you posted on instagram or released a new song.

bella would keep you for themselves. just gatekeeping you, holding onto the feeling of you being a treasure they had found and only they knew.

you knew them and admired their work dearly too.

bella’s work on the series the last of us was just breathtaking. you found yourself every sunday sitting on your sofa with a snack watching new episodes.

you stalked bella’s instagram too.

your curiosity about them as a person grew and you loved watching their interviews. adored listening to their opinions and point of view about the series.

you wouldn’t dare to follow them on instagram tho.

your shy nature wouldn’t let you. however, you did posted your tv screen with the tlou intro one sunday.

when bella watched your story using their secret acc, they went nuts. they would let out a little squeak and giggles. the happiness was so real.

would go all shy afterwards. knowing you watched their work and not only that, you’ve been watching them every sunday.

the day you finally followed them, bella would be on could nine. immediately following you back, to your surprise and delight.

two little cuties staring at their phones in their respective houses. totally oblivious to the admiration and the (massive) crush you had on each other.

bella would think about texting you a hundred times after you officially became mutuals on ig.

wouldn’t do it due to their shyness and nervousness.

honestly, bella would open your dm’s, write something, read it five times, then delete it and exit the app. just overthinking the whole thing.

you, on the other hand, would feel courageous after following them and getting a follow back. so one day, you deep breathed and wrote to them first.

just imagine the moment bella woke up one day and saw your message on their dm’s.

they would double blink just to make sure they were awake and it wasn’t a dream.

from that day on, bella and you would text though instagram and share your mutual admiration.

bella would flag your chat to make sure your was the first one they’d see.

would get to know each other more and more in just a couple of days then they would officially ask for your number with some cute excuse like wanting you to be able to call them if you needed anything.

bella wouldn’t get over the excitement of having gotten your number.

would add your contact with a lovely heart after your name and then smile to themselves at how pretty it looked.

talking to each other would became a daily need.

your day wouldn’t be complete without your “good morning” and “sweet dreams”.

they’d give you smooth little compliments every here and there, making you blush through the phone.

you would also start to videocall. making it even more personal but also difficult to hide the effect you had on each other.

the first videocall was a mix of adorable pink painting both your cheeks, nervous giggles and glowing eyes glancing at each other.

for real, they wouldn’t be able to focus being well aware that your soft gaze was directed at them through the screen of their phone.

sometimes, you would sing to them obeying their adorable demand.

the song was up to their choice but when they said you could sing what you choose you opted for a verse of “glue song” and that made their heart go crazy.

bella’s crush on you would grow to the point they started to think about you even more constantly.

asking you on a date would be on their mind 24/7.

the day they finally asked you out (after planning it on detail) it was though a video call you both had before going to sleep.

it was something you started doing, finding comfort in your conversations that sometimes lasted until late night before wishing each other sweet dreams.

you immediately would say yes while nodding slightly with the purest smile just for them.

bella would let out a happy “yes!” in celebration after you ended the call and went to sleep feeling like the most fortunate person alive.

[imahinatjon]

Arlecchino X Male Reader X Columbina

Mundane Events

Sfw.

This one was actually a request (on a different site), and I'm so disappointed with how it turned out. But the ending was nice ig.

The request:

"I have a unique request. Could you do Arlecchino X Male Reader X Columbina.Where in this scenario, us the make Reader is the Tsaritsa's son and we have a nice relationship with Arlecchino and and Columbina (Basically a full and wholesome one)"

Occasions like this were always a bore. Full of... some important people you weren't really all that interested in. BUT, as she son of the Tsaritsa, you were basically required to be there, listening to talks of buisness matters.

You hardly focused on them. Rather your focus was elsewhere. Specifically, on a certain dark haired woman who graciously smiled as she pretended to listened to whatever was being said to her. She was the apple of your eye, well, one of then anyway.

To put everything into layman's terms, you were in a relationship. With Columbina AND Arlecchino.

Not information you would readily share with just anyone, private matters are private at the end of the day.

Columbina - the wonderful, beautiful, woman with the voice of an angel - the dark haired woman you were currently admiring from afar was a sweetheart. Everyone always said how strange and Unsettling she was. Not even child would dare face her in a fight because something wasn't right.

You of course, had no idea what they were on about. Sure she was a little oblivious and naive sometimes, Blissfully Ignorant. But she was sweet. Kind and adorable in every sense of the way. She always took good care of you - checking in to ensure you were okay, baking you sweet treats whenever she had a free moment. She was usually quiet, but always beamed up at you whenever she spoke, and you appreciated her enthusiasm, returning it tenfold as you looked at her just as fondly.

Arlecchino was a slightly different story. Everyone had something different to say about her. As for what you had to say? She was the most incredibly, determined and generous person you'd ever met. She wasn't the most expressive of people, but she always made sure to verbally express how she felt to you and Columbina. She always kept an eye our for you, and even at times offered to take on some of the work you had to do (which wasn't much in the first place so you always declined)

At the moment she was no where to be found, but you were sure she'd turn up somewhere.

Like right behind you!

"Excuse me, I'd like to borrow his majesty for a while" a familiar voice said, holding onto your arm to pull you away from the bore of buisness. She'd already pulled you away before anyone could protest, heading towards a balcony vacant of people.

"It seemed like you were getting bored" she said, opening the door for you to step out.

"I was bored over half an hour ago, but thanks"

You two stood in a silence for a few minutes, quietly observing the stars in the night sky. Silence like this was comfortable with her, relaxing. It felt as though all previous tension and worries were just being melted away by her presence, despite thr fridged cold outside.

The silence lasted only a short while though, because the doors were soon open again, and a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind.

"Found you"

Turning around in her hold, you looked down at columbina, resting your arms casually over her shoulders.

"It's so cold. What are you two doing out here" she asked. Tilting her head to, 'look' up at the both of you.

"There was too much noise inside"

"Hm. And too much buisness talk. I know it's important, but... I'd rather be spending my time with other people"

Columbia let go of you to put a finger on her chin in thought.

"Hmmm... why don't we go somewhere else then?"

"What?" You asked, though you shouldn't have been surprised by the suggestion.

"Would it even be okay for us to just...leave?" Arlecchino

"Come on, most of the other Harbingers have already dipped anyway"

That's why you ended up in the library, far from the noise, just the three of you to enjoy eachothers company, sat together on a chair in the library, Leaning against Arlecchino as she read out The Heart of clear Springs.

~~~~~~~

Tsaritsa: where did you run off to again?

You: just went to the library...

Tsaritsa: with those two Harbingers again? You really need to stop running out on these events.

You: I know but-

Tsaritsa: oh well. At least you were safe

💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜

I am actually planning to write another Columbina X Reader X Arlecchino. It's going to be different from this, was thinking 'date night' kind of thing, a special day spent relaxing... in a modern AU.

masterlist :3

[vanillawurld]

༊*·˚ Novacane

✧.* Pair - Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Fem! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Smut, Established Relationship Kinda, reader is quirkless, Making Out, Also Established Job Ig, Voyeurism, Jealousy, cunnilingus, ass eating, teasing, fingering, (Y/N) is a creamer, P in V.

✧.* Summary - After taking a break from hero work, Keigo shows up at his sweethearts place, a smirk on his face and mischief in his eyes. Letting the tension build, he wants to show (Y/N) how much he's missed her.

✧.* Extra- I LOVE FRANK OCEAN ignore the fact Keigo is like 5'7

✧.* Word Count - 1457

Being born quirkless in a world full of quirks was difficult, but not for (Y/N). She didn't care about having powers when the most powerful thing in the world was the human mind. Growing up, she knew she wanted to become a dentist. (Y/N) didn't realize how difficult it would be to study odontology, but she pushed through it anyway. Three years into her dental education and there was no way she was turning around. The days were long, and the work felt longer.

After a long day of practice training on patients, (Y/N) gets home to rest. She takes off her scrubs and gets naked to take a shower. She didn't realize it, but a certain someone was watching her from afar, admiring her and her body. It was Keigo Takami, more famously known as Hawks. He was watching her through her slightly opened curtains and saw as she walked to her bathroom to take a shower. He flew to her balcony and used one of his feathers to unlock her sliding door.

As Keigo waited for (Y/N) to finish showering, he looked around her apartment room to see if she added anything new. He noticed a couple new photos of (Y/N) and friends, but that was about it. Seconds turned into long minutes as he sat on her bed and waited. Keigo always admired (Y/N). He admired her goals and what she was doing to achieve them. Being a dentist didn't sound an ounce of cool to him, but it was what (Y/N) wanted and he respected that.

Keigo heard the door open and saw a small amount of steam fall into the room. He watched as (Y/N) walked out with a soft pink towel wrapped around her body. (Y/N) finally realized who was in her room and jumped a bit. "Oh my God, you scared me," she said.

Keigo got up from his spot and walked over to (Y/N). He turned her around and walked her waist from behind. "It's been so long since I've seen you, beautiful," He semi-whispered. (Y/N) scoffed and pushed him off a tiny bit. Keigo chuckled, "What did I do this time?"

"I don't know, go ask that one side-kick. What's her name? Sirius?" She said with an attitude.

Keigo rolled his eyes. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"I don't know, you tell me. You seem really friendly with her," (Y/N) answered.

Keigo hugged (Y/N) from behind again. "Awww, are you jealous?" he waited for her to answer, but all he got from her was a scoff. "C'mon. You know I only have eyes for you. Besides, we were just on a mission together and the paparazzi managed to get a weirdly suspicious photo of us laughing," he said.

(Y/N) just let out a simple 'mhm' in a sarcastic way and slightly pushed him off of her again. Keigo wouldn't budge. He hugged her one last time to tease her. "What are you even doing here?" (Y/N) questioned.

"Isn't it obvious? I've missed you," he answered.

"Do you miss me or miss our sex?" she retaliated.

"Is it bad if I say both?" Keigo said in a joking term.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle, " At least you're honest."

Keigo started kissing her cheek to be cute. He continued kissing her until (Y/N) turned around and kissed him on the lips. She placed her hands on his cheeks and deepened the kiss. Their lips were moving in perfect sync. Keigo started sliding his tongue on (Y/N)'s bottom lip. (Y/N) responded by sliding her tongue along his. Their tongues were moving around eachother, drool was started to form and slowing fall from from the sides. Keigo's hands started falling to (Y/N)'s ass, making him squeeze hard.

(Y/N) started moaning in response. She let one of her hand's fall to the belt holding his pants. She started pulling it slowly until Keigo stopped her to do it himself while still passionately kissing her. (Y/N) let her towel fall to the ground, exposing her body. Keigo hugged her waist tighter, letting her pussy fell the tent in his pants.

The couple both pulled away to look at each other. Both of their cheeks felt hot from the tension. Keigo smirked and grabbed (Y/N)'s wrist, pulling her to the bed. He made her bend over her bed and got on his knees. He started kissing the back of her thighs, slowly making his way towards her pussy. (Y/N) started moving around, impatiently, but Keigo's hands forced her to stay still while he was kissing her. Finally, his tongue made contact with her pussy. He started messily eating her out, making (Y/N) moan.

His tongue was like magic to (Y/N). The more he started eating her out, the more (Y/N) was squirming under his touch. Keigo started inserting two fingers as he was moving his tongue towards her asshole. He started rimming (Y/N) in a sloppy manner. (Y/N) couldn't stop her moaning. The overstimulation action of her pussy getting fingered and her ass getting rimmed felt like heaven to her.

(Y/N)'s arousal and Keigo's saliva started running down (Y/N)'s thighs. The fluids were all around Keigo's lips, he was enjoying himself. Keigo started pulling out his dick from his pants, jerking himself. He was getting impatient. He got up from his spot, making (Y/N) whine.

"Tell me how much you want it, baby," Keigo said.

(Y/N) whined, "I need it badly."

Keigo laid his chest on her back and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, "Say it again, beautiful."

"I need it so badly, please. I want you so badly," (Y/N) said in a desperate voice.

Keigo was satisfied with her answer. "That's a good girl," He said while' slowly inserting himself. (Y/N) let out a moan in response. Keigo started moving, slowly, teasing (Y/N). He loved watching her squirm and whine, but that didn't last long since he was impatient himself. He started going faster, watching himself disappear and reappear. He watched as each move, his dick started getting white because of (Y/N)'s arousal.

"You're making a mess for me, baby~" He commented. (Y/N) moaned in response. Keigo grabbed (Y/N)'s wrists and held onto them, restricting her hand movements.

"Oh, fuck~" (Y/N) moaned out in response. Her eyes started tearing up from the pleasure. She loved the feeling of Keigo fucking her. The more Keigo slammed into her, the more tears started forming.

Keigo slowed down for a moment and laid his chest on her naked back. He grabbed (Y/N)'s chin and made her turn her head. He connected his lips to her. She was still able to taste herself on him. (Y/N) moaned into his mouth, still feeling him moving inside of her.

"Fuck, I've really missed you, dollface," He said while pulling away from her lips. He got back up and continued his previous movements that made (Y/N) go crazy. His heart was beating faster each minute. He knew he was going to cum soon.

Keigo slammed into (Y/N) faster and faster. He closed his eyes and started focusing on the pleasure he was receiving. (Y/N)'s moans getting loader and loader, making Keigo's focus on pleasure enhanced. "You feel so good, baby. I love the way you feel~," He said out loud.

"I love you, I love you so much~" (Y/N) said out of pleasure. That was the final cherry on top for Keigo. He pulled out and jerked himself s couple of times before cumming all over (Y/N)'s ass cheek. He watched as his cum started falling down her thigh and smiled in satisfaction.

He grabbed the towel that fell to the ground and wiped the cum away. (Y/N) turned around on her back, and saw how sweaty and tired Keigo was. She smiled and positioned her self on the bed correctly. She patted the spot next to her and watched as Keigo laid down next to her. (Y/N) grabbed his face and softly kissed him on the lips. Keigo smiled and pulled her close to him.

"I feel so numb," (Y/N) said.

"Did you inhale too much Procaine, today?" Keigo said in a joking manner.

(Y/N) could only smile at his corny joke. She kissed him on the forehead and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment before he had to leave for hero work, again. She enjoyed the feeling of his touch, the sound of his breathing and heart pounding.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

I lowkey hate writing smut but whatever and i think this was bad UGH

also i dont care if i made spelling errors but pls lmk LMAO

[wayward-dreamer]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write an angst fic taking place in the late 60s where Ben (Soldier Boy) is in an arranged marriage with the reader, but the reader does love him? Also, they’re much younger than he is (obviously an adult though, just a young one). This is oddly specific ig but I have an OC based around this concept 😭❤️

Two Ways To Love Him

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 1,709

Summary: There were certain things about the supe she didn't want to accept, they were surprisingly two things love about him.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut (not with reader), implied drug use

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and just forgot to post it, but hopefully it's what you were hoping for! Also I was intending for this to be a drabble, but here we are at 1700 words lol This is unbetad, so I'm sorry for any errors I've missed.

It was easy to love his exterior personality, the parts of himself that he showed to the public. The parts of himself that Vought manufactured. The charm, the wit, the subtle cockiness, the smirk, the heroic sacrifices he had made over the decades in each war that occurred, the roughness of his voice laced with the rasp of cigarettes and bourbon. It was easy to love him from afar for many years, knowing that was all it would be. Just a silly admiration for an American hero, the world’s greatest supe. What she felt was real but fleeting, something she knew she’d get over whenever she decided that it was immature and she needed a reality check.

A reality check that came in the form of Vought calling her into the executive offices. It was  in the form of them needing her for something that she wasn’t ready for, especially with someone she didn’t know. She knew his public life, yes, but she had no idea what he was like in the privacy of his penthouse apartment at the top floor of the building.

“There’s no way I’m fucking doing this,” he argued, taking out his third cigarette in the span of fifteen minutes they had both been in the CEO’s office.

“You don’t have a choice, Ben,” Alan from talent relations countered. ��In light of all the papers reporting your… alleged ties with the mafia, we need to present you as the wholesome, all American hero that you’ve always been.”

“By marrying me off to some bird I don’t even fucking know?!” Soldier Boy pointed towards her, his eyes never even meeting hers. “Not to mention she looks like one of the Brady fucking Bunch kids.”

“I’m 25,” she finally added, her voice meek as her legs shook under her boring brown skirt.

“Yeah, that’s a lot better,” he scoffed, placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took a long drag as he dropped down in the leather chair across from the table, leaning his head back as he closed his eyes. “Fuckkkk.”

“There’s an image we need to protect here,” the CEO, Paul Roberts explained, leaning forward on the table as he clasped his hands together. “Vought can’t have its number one supe acting out and causing more trouble than he was initially trying to prevent. This arrangement is going to show a level of maturity to your supporters. Think of the popularity points and keep your attitude in check.”

Soldier Boy glared at him, shifting forward and putting the cigarette out in the ashtray. “Fuck you, Paul.”

He stood up from the chair, adjusted the tactical vest over his suit and turned towards the exit, sending those same daggers towards her before he slammed the door shut. She gulped as she turned to the two men in the room, nervously twisting her fingers.

“You’ll be compensated fairly,” Alan informed her, handing her a pen as he pushed the contract across to her.

“What about-” she started as she gestured to the door that Soldier Boy just walked through.

“You let us handle him,” Mr. Roberts added, his tone having a sickening finality to it.

They didn’t leave much room for choice, and she knew better than to argue with a fast-growing corporation like them. With a flurry of the pen, she signed her life away to Vought and to being Soldier Boy’s wife.

There was barely a ceremony, and no exchanging of rings. They gave their forced “I do’s” to a minister hired by the company in one of the offices, standing side by side and never once looking at each other. Vought had people remove her belongings from her parent’s house, her childhood home and move it into the spare room in Soldier Boy’s apartment. A knock on the door alerted her to the envelope left outside, her wedding ring inside that she slipped onto her finger herself. This was never something she thought would happen so abruptly. She always imagined herself falling for a wonderful man, both of them declaring their love for each other before they promised to spend the rest of their lives together.

Being married to Soldier Boy wasn’t what she had pictured for herself.

Being the wife of Vought’s most valuable asset was nothing like having a crush on him. She spent most of her days alone, either crying her eyes out, muffled by the down pillows on the large bed she slept in by herself, or staring out the large, floor to ceiling windows and wondering what the tiny people down on the ground were doing with their lives. She was only ever in close proximity to him when the media outlets wanted to speak with them, now that Vought had officially announced the nuptials of the great Soldier Boy and his childhood sweetheart, as the story cooked up by PR suggested. They fake smiled and “aww, honey”’d their way through every interview, their looks barely lingering on each other for more than a few seconds. They went their separate ways after each one, resuming the routine they had found themselves in.

She kept quiet as she watched him go off to meeting after meeting, commercial after commercial, and party after party, every single day and night. She never said a word as he came in, late at night and blinding drunk, a loud guffaw waking her up as she heard the hysterical giggles of the women he was sneaking into his room. She kept her mouth shut as she watched him consume every pill, snort every kind of powder and drink everything in sight. She ignored him as he did what he was used to doing, showing no interest in that life. She never wanted it and she was even more certain of it now that she had witnessed him in all his glory.

She had seen behind the curtain, she knew what he was really like now, and it wasn’t easy to love him without the guise of his public persona.

In fact, it was incredibly difficult to love him for who he actually was.

Until one day… it wasn’t.

It started with a simple gesture. She had come back from spending her day shopping with the money that Vought was giving her in checks, completely caught off guard by him being there, pouring himself a drink. Their eyes met for what could possibly be the first time in weeks, but exchanged no words. He slid the tumbler across to her, pouring another for himself before he walked away and closed the door to his room. That was the most time they had spent in each other’s vicinity within the apartment, but she appreciated that he actually acknowledged her presence, even if it was for just a mere moment.

She quickly noticed the other little things he started doing, things that he probably hoped she wouldn’t realize was him, but she did.

He would leave for the day just before she would wake, and always had a bagel and coffee waiting for her when she reached the dining table. He usually arrived back at the apartment in the wee hours of the morning, and on more than one occasion she had fallen asleep on the couch. She remained still, making no sudden movements as he covered her with the blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa. After the first time, she had to make sure it wasn’t just a part of her dreams, and sure enough it happened again another two times. She tried not to read too much into the night he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom, or the next night when it happened once more but his large hand delicately tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she continued to feign sleep, before he promptly left the room.

All of it was a side to him that she never expected once she saw who he really was, and she knew not to take it for granted despite the twinge of longing in her heart that it would be an everyday occurrence that could be acknowledged between them. A stepping stone into a better relationship with him.

But he didn’t want that, and he proved it as he continued his usual activities as if those nice things were just fleeting, so few and far between that it began to feel like a part of the PR stunt. Even if it was behind closed doors.

And yet, she hung onto those moments. They may have been rare, but they were a part of him that she had begun to yearn for, another part of him that she had begun to love. A part of him that she wished he would just fully embrace rather than hide it away as if he was ashamed and disappointed in myself for doing it.

She knew she couldn’t change him. He was too embedded in Vought’s infrastructure to ever be a different person, and his only outlet to escape their grasp was to do all of the things she was forced to pretend didn’t happen.

So she resigned herself to the fact that there were only two ways to love him. Only two aspects of him to love.

One was his public life, the persona he put on for the people that adored him. That sexy smirk, the ability to melt hearts with just a wink and his heroic efforts in the wars - WWII, Korea and Vietnam - that all followed his initiation into Vought. The public didn’t need to know that was all for the photo opportunities.

The other was all of the little things he did for her, things that he didn’t know she had noticed. They were little gestures, not nearly enough under normal circumstances for someone to fall in love with, but she needed those in order to survive this situation she had found herself in. The money promised to her would never be enough to make it through that.

Those were the only two ways to love him, she told herself. Reminded herself every day of the fact.

And everything else, everything she had chosen to ignore… well, those were all things she would learn to live with.

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—Now playing: Master Baster (Jammin’) by Stevie Wonder ✫

One could firmly state that a week has an original appearance in everyone’s mind. 

Mondays are blue, tiring, heavy and overall an experience anyone would want to skip after a lazy Sunday. 

Tuesday can be heavy too but they’re bright which enlightens your mood—their weight doesn’t matter because Monday was enough for you to get the cue that the week had started. 

Wednesdays are grey, the chance of rain is so high and the gloomy look of the day dawns upon you draining you of every energy you have but you remind yourself that it’s just Wednesday so you hype yourself up. 

Thursdays. Now Thursdays are like Tuesdays because they’re bright and heavy but the weight is multiplied because you’re genuinely tired and just want to get it over with. 

Fridays might feel heavy too but it’s just because you want them to end soon so you’re, by default, lazy from the moment you wake up. 

On Saturdays, after a good amount of sleep, you have great energy you most likely want to burn in hobbies, parties and overall enjoyment—although it’s not always like that. 

While you can party on Friday and Saturday night, on Sunday you must not do anything that would leave traces till the following day so no parties, no refurnishing or painting a bedroom, nothing that could take a physical toll on you—Mondays are as boring and tiring as they are and must not worsen.

Despite it being just his second week of school, the third for others, Taehyung had already entered this cycle. 

It was Tuesday, a bright day, as aforementioned. The previous week was rainy but now the sun had returned with the lovely breeze that adorns the town in late summer. Yes, it could’ve been gloomy and rainy but it didn’t feel like it to him ever since he discovered the existence of the new town girl in his school. She had the power to brighten the gloomiest of days and make all the stress within him wither by just existing.

An exact week, seven days, has passed since the first time he’d set eyes on her. Last Wednesday was a day of downpours but he still went to school by bus refusing Jungkook’s offer for a ride. He wanted to see that angel again and admire her beauty from afar but like the previous day, his plans were shattered when he didn’t see her get on the bus. He later assumed she got a ride to school when he saw her getting to class in the morning.

Throughout the rest of the week, during break times he’d search for her and his eyes would catch her in front of the same window, eating her snack and leaning on the windowsill looking unfairly pretty.

He’d studied her fashion style. From an objective point of view, it was pretty simple, nothing too extravagant, just good skill at combining colours but, according to him, it was awesome, she’d found what was best for her, what made her feel like herself—but even if she wore rags, he’d still consider her a goddess.

His studies allowed him to conclude that she loved low-rise bottoms whether they were pants, skirts or shorts. She also had a thing for small shirts, not the heavily cropped ones but just enough to expose the lower belly. 

He could also affirm that she probably liked lacy things: she enjoyed wearing shirts with lacy top and bottom edges. She wasn’t shy when it came to dressing. Would expose a little bit of cleavage when she felt like it and cover it when she didn’t but her cleavage wasn’t what made him curious. Whenever she did expose her cleavage, she’d wear nicely combined necklaces that made him praise her fashion style even more.

But let’s not forget his favourite part of her. Her hair which she barely styled. Left down sometimes, held up with a hairpin or a pencil other times. Taehyung loved their waves and felt like they played a big role in her visuals—although he’d still be drooling over her even if she was bald.

Jimin didn’t know all this as he talked to him, ignoring the silence he was receiving. Jimin was the type of friend who enjoyed sending his friends reels and funny videos. Taehyung was the type of friend who wouldn’t keep up with them, occasionally liking some but not all. 

Jimin knew this hence he was talking to Taehyung nonstop, showing him the videos, explaining the meanings behind them and why they were amusing. Taehyung would only glance in his direction and smile when he’d see him laughing his ass out. ‘Oh that’s my cue to react,’ his mind would tell him.

But the videos weren’t always about being funny—or adorable, like cat videos—some were of skaters getting seriously injured or of recipes. Taehyung was like a folder to Jimin. He found discomfort in having to save the videos in a folder so he’d directly send them to Taehyung because, out of all his friends, he was the one he texted the most so he was always the first in the top line of contacts.

“Look at this shit,” he began once again, phone pushed in Taehyung’s face, “Don’t know what he was trying to do but bro set the whole street on fire. Look at that!” he exclaimed in shock, finally capturing Taehyung’s attention as he too was left astounded by it. “Fuck!”

On the room’s left wall, which faced the anteroom, was a row of windows interrupted by a wide sliding door that led to the backyard. There were Jungkook and Avyanna. That was their usual spot in Adrielle’s house. While she and Taehyung studied and did their homework, with Jimin trying to catch up behind them, these two would simply be in a corner playing or smoking.

They loved getting drunk for the simple sake of it, playing cards and punishing the loser with rounds of drinks. If you want to bring out the creativity in them, you’d simply have to bring alcohol and some cards. Voilà.

Currently, they were playing simple Uno cards though.

“Jungkook, I’ve already told you. That’s not how you do it,” Avyanna whined, throwing herself back in exhaustion, “Fuck that!—”

“No! It’s a rule, Kook! Follow it!” she proceeded. “A rule that you brought out of your ass cause I’ve never heard of it”. Jungkook had a leg spread out while the other bent against his chest, permitting his arm to rest on it, hand falling nonchalantly and crowned by various bracelets adding up to the decorations drawn on his skin. He was dressed in a pair of baggy light-blue jeans, and his grey hoodie was on the couch, leaving him in a baggy T-shirt.

“No, I didn’t. In the original game, you play like that,” Avyanna faced him, legs folded allowing her to sit on her heels as she sat up straight to concentrate and play. The top of her thighs was covered by a jean skirt, and a little bit of belly showed because of her red cropped top.

“Anna, this is a table version of it where rules are passed on verbally and exist to make the game more fun…not fairer,” he smirked, enjoying the look of utter disbelief on her face.

“Kook, you can’t be serious,”

“Fuck yes, I am. And anyway from when do you know shit about Uno? It’s just a silly game,” Avyanna’s dramatic gasp made the laugh he was holding back spill out, “What? It’s just a silly game. Funny that you don’t know anything that is actually useful but know a few stupid Uno rules—”

“Kook!—”

“Am I lying? The other time in class you pondered too abnormally long on what is six times eight. Like, Anna, be for real,” now it was Avyanna’s turn to laugh. The event he just referred to was, as she named it, a slight moment of confusion because she hadn’t fully got into the routine of school. “Oh, come on. That was just because my head was still on holiday—”

“But six times eight? Six times eight!?” his dramatic screams made her laugh even more as she recalled the dumbfounded look on his face when it happened. If she had water in her mouth in that moment she would’ve involuntarily spat it on his face for how funny he looked.

“It’s the easiest to remember because it rhymes with eight. In fact, it contains eight!” the look of disbelief she had before had transferred on his face and she was back in the moment when the event occurred for the first time in class. 

“Darling, if you can’t remember what is six times eight, you can’t tell me half shit about how to play this stupid game,” he shook his head as he played his card for the game to continue. “Now I can’t even have a moment to shine. I’m a girl of very few talents. Give me a break,” she confessed, laughter lacing her tone as she also played her card.

“Oh but if I am the one telling you that you don’t know shit you’ll be all like: Kook!” he mimicked her, her eyes bulged out of their sockets at the bad impersonification, “Stop! And shit like that,” she let out a breathy gasp, shocked by his words and how he badly whiny made her sound. A smile prevented her mouth from fully opening.

“You know what? You wanna make the game more fun? Let’s make up these stupid, senseless rules you talk about. The more we stack plus-four cards, the more shots we take,” slamming her deck of cards backwards on the floor, she rushed to open the bottle of alcohol sitting next to them and started pouring in the shots. Jungkook simply smirked, cockily smiling as he felt victory by his side.

Once she was done serving the drinks, she slammed her plus-four card into the game, determination on her face. Jungkook smirked again, slammed his plus-four card and wiggled his brows in her direction, determination on his face as well.

Avyanna wiggled her brows back and slammed another plus-four card. “We’re at plus twelve, Jeon,” she notified. He had only one plus-four card left and by how she sounded, he didn’t know if she was empty-handed or fully loaded but he had to go on.

“Plus sixteen,” he lowly spoke. They kept eye contact like they were two gamblers playing for their lives. 

“Plus twenty,” her voice sounded like the sharp hiss of a snake. His strong demeanour slowly fell off and her smirk grew bigger.

“Oh, fuck you!” he finally gave up, her victorious and evil laugh as the background sound to his failure. “Fuck you, Kook. I fucked you up big time! I’m not that talentless, you see?” she sang, laughter slurring her words.

“Oh, shut up! That’s just luck,” he whined as he counted the cards he had to collect, “The same you have whenever you get a good grade in a subject you only ‘studied’ ten minutes before the test?” his droopy face brightened up, taking the statement as a compliment.

“And? You can’t call it beginner’s luck because I’m well-experienced,” Avyanna rolled her eyes, annoyed that her words had put an end to her moment of celebration. 

“Shut up. Remember that the cards are not the only things you’ll be taking today,” she wiggled her brows again, seeing that his mood changed. “Hmm, interesting. Never knew you always had the intention to take me out, Avyanna. I’m offended. You shattered my heart into tiny pieces,” and she simply laughed, “And regardless, why the fuck out of seven cards you had that many plus-four cards? What fucking game were planning on playing?”

She whole-heartedly laughed again at his dramatic complaints and once she calmed down, she said: “Who gives a fuck? But I can’t let you take twenty shots… would be an unfairly easy way to die. I may not be smart but I can get creative”. His reply was a simple blow of smoke into her face right after he turned the cigarette on. She smacked his leg as payback.

This was the atmosphere lacing Adrielle’s home. 

Right after arriving, the blondie had gone upstairs to get changed and was finally joining her friends. Since the weather wasn’t too cold yet, she opted for simple shorts and a white off-shoulder top.

“Hey, y’all! I’ve been working on something hit since last year”, Adrielle spoke as she walked into the living room. The original aim of this meeting was for study purposes. They didn’t have much to work on at the moment although they felt like a test was at the door and just needed an official announcement from the teacher for it to come in uninvited.

Adrielle, though, had been working on something but, like she stated, not just for the past few weeks of school.

The sunny day outside did justice to her living room, shining light through the many windows that occupied most of the confining walls and reflecting on the light-coloured furniture. She was the only one with soft slippers on while her friends were all in socks, some lying on the couch, others sitting on the carpet. In her hands was a blue ring binder.

Ignoring the lack of verbal response from her friends, she proceeded to the centre of the room and slammed the ring binder on the coffee table, finally getting everyone’s attention.

They didn’t move though, just looked up at her from their phones or the TV—or Uno cards. 

“I want to become the school’s president this year but I need a team before I can run for it,” and everyone froze, brain-processing her words.

“Wait what?” Avyanna asked, clearing her voice after just taking a shot of alcohol. Adrielle repeated her words even more slowly so they could register and let the words sink in. She was firm on her decision.

“Oh, well then. I can join you,” Taehyung immediately offered himself and right back at him was Jimin. Adrielle smiled and accepted their help, happy to get their support. 

“Well… finally. ‘Been thinking about why you haven’t done it yet,” Jungkook simply commented, moving closer to Taehyung who was exploring the blue ring binder’s content.

She rolled her eyes at the statement and simply sat between Jimin and Taehyung as she explained her plans for the campaign. Meanwhile, Avyanna was still astonished.

“All these are easy for you to do, you’ve got the money and the power,” Taehyung explained, simplifying the issue, “Yeah, he’s right. You’ve already won basically. It's giving nepotism a bit though,” Jimin affirmed, making Adrielle initially shily blush but she was soon rolling her eyes at the last words. “Don’t jinx it!” she only replied.

“When are the elections?” Taehyung asked, getting even more serious, “So first, we’ll have to advertise our team—”

“And that’s already done. Are you forgetting who we are?” Jungkook butted in, words coming out messily due to the cigarette between his lips.

 “ First, smoke that shit outside. Second, no, I’m not forgetting Jungkook but we have to make things right and follow the rules so we still need to do things like creating an Instagram profile for our team, printing out flyers and doing practical changes in the school to get more votes,” Taehyung and Jimin nodded as they listened. In the meantime, someone else scoffed and got closer to them. 

“Adrielle? One party at mine and we’re done,” Jungkook’s words disintegrated Jimin’s seriousness as he laughed, agreeing with him, “Taehyung, why are you looking at me like that? Your pretty face, in fact, our pretty faces will have all those naive freshman kids drooling. They’d do anything to get on our good side and what’s better than a party open for everyone? Nothing.” Jungkook spoke, almost theatrically, gesturing with his whole body, expressions decorating his face to enhance his words.

“Jungkook, how you say it is weird. We’re not some bullies or law-breakers so following the rules, as Adrielle said, is the right thing to do,” Taehyung softly spoke, facing his interlocutor.

“Hmm, talking about following the rules,” Jungkook simply side-eyed Avyanna before proceeding with his opinion.

“No, we’re not some evil jackasses who like to expose people’s secrets to instore fear in them but you want to tell me that I’d be lying if I say a party at mine is all you honestly need?” Avyanna rolled her eyes as she listened to him, not moving from her previous position in the backyard. Silence was the reply he got though.

“Damn, didn't know y’all liked to follow rules so bad but anyway, y’all do your shit, I do mine. You do the boring part and I do the fun part. Nice deal, don’t y’all think? We merge the two like they do in politics. One side for the good and one for the bribing,” he laughed.

“I’d want to object to that and tell you to contribute in the ‘boring’ part but it’s better if you don’t so deal! And get that shit out of my house!” and Jungkook loudly cheered. Has been craving to throw a party since he got back from holidays, already fed up with school’s monotonous routine.

“Nana can help me with restoring the school’s garden. That shit looks like a graveyard, but I still have to ask her though” Adrielle proceeded, talking to a serious Taehyung and a giggling Jimin who was trying to pay attention to her words but was focused on laughing at Jungkook’s jokes.

Nana was Taehyung’s grandmother with whom Adrielle was very close. She was his inexistent sister and his grandma’s inexistent granddaughter.

“As I was saying, firstly there will be a day dedicated to the presentations—it’s a not full day but most of it—and then, a week or two later, there are elections. Everything is done between mid and late October so we have like a month to do everything, barely even, so we have to act fast. You guys down for this? Let's all run as a team?” she questioned, looking for agreement in her friends’ eyes—or at least anything at all.

“I can help you with it. Presentations included,” Taehyung calmly spoke, “Me too,” Jimin raised his hand.

“I'll take care of the parties and Avyanna will use her face for clout-chasing—”

“Oh, fuck you, Jungkook! Fuck you and your backhanded compliments,” she hissed at her now-cackling friend. 

Filling the papers contained in the blue ring binder, other than the garden renovation plan,  were also plans of reconstructing some parts of the gym and most especially forming a serious cheerleading team for the school.

So far, the easiest to achieve was the garden revival plan but that would come after creating their social media profile and the flyers for advertisement.

“When are we starting?” Avyanna inquired, arms crossed around her chest, trying to come off as unbothered to Jungkook since he was trying to walk past her and she wanted to hit him without missing her shot.

“Technically it's right now—”

“But practically isn't. We should set up a meeting for us to work on this. A date could be…?” as Avyanna spoke, her eyes glanced in Jungkook’s direction, waiting for the right moment to strike. He knew this and was trying to outsmart her.

“Careful Adrielle, she’s trying to take your spotlight— oh, sorry, she wouldn’t last a second there. Lacks so many things—”

“Oh, fuck you!” she screamed, launching forward onto him but missing just for a little so she didn't give up and ran after him. His loud giggles echoed through the room.

“Friday and Saturday?” Adrielle proposed and all agreed except for Avyanna and Jungkook—too busy being kids.

As they left the room, the topic soon changed—the blue ring binder soon out of sight—moving from campaign preparations to homework and studying for which Taehyung was always down. Jimin on the other hand was already tired of sitting still for too long and wanted to do something more practical and fun than homework: cooking. So he stood up, waved his friends goodbye and went to the kitchen to have his type of fun.

Avyanna and Jungkook soon went back to playing Uno.

Taehyung was sitting on the carpet, opposite Adrielle with his books spread out on the glass coffee table. Headphones covered his ears and isolated him from the curse words polluting the air around him—thanks to Jungkook and Avyanna. In front of him, Adrielle adjusted her hair, rolling it all to one side so she could write and unconsciously covering a bit of the skin revealed by her off-shoulder top.

Less than an hour later, Jimin’s doings started leaving traces all around the house, the perfume moved from the kitchen to the hallways and the living room, stimulating the now rumbling stomachs of Jungkook and Avyanna who made a beeline for the kitchen.

—Now playing: Light by Wave To Earth ✫

Adrielle’s house was a big two-story building that seemed to have contained generations and generations of her family. It was the farthest from school, deeper in the outskirts of town hence the humongous land it occupied with space to park as many cars as they wanted, both indoors, in a garage, and outdoors, space to have a greenhouse, a well-designed green space ornated with hedges, flowers, trees, a swing here and benches there.

The house in question followed a light theme both outside and inside with sand-coloured bricked walls outside and a light-grey roofing. The interior waved between white and honey-coloured shades.

Just the anteroom was very wide but was nothing compared to the living room attached to it, peeking through the wide opening of separation. The light that shone all over the room came from the windows facing the anteroom and the tall ones above it on the first floor.

“Man, I love your cooking. If I were your child and didn’t hit the gym as much as I do, I’d become obese in the blink of an eye. I’d eat nonstop,” Jungkook mumbled as he chewed. “That would happen only if I cooked unhealthy foods but I’m an expert in this field. I know everything I need to know,”

“Not true. You still have things you learn as you grow,” Avyanna said before biting on her piece of food. “Yeah, yeah. You know what I mean. You don’t need to spoil the mood,” he whined, causing her to laugh, happy to have gained the reaction she wanted.

“Anyway, this is a recipe I created by myself,” immediately, his friends’ eyes bulged out in surprise as they hurried to compliment him, trying not to choke on their food. Meanwhile, Jimin proudly let the praise sink in as he nodded and crossed his arms.

Their loud talking soon distracted the students in the living room, mainly Adrielle and as she left, it called for Taehyung’s attention who took his headphones off and followed her to the kitchen. “There they come! My very diligent babies. Come have some of this before these lazy sacks of potatoes eat everything up,” Jimin cheered, gaining groans and eye rolls from the people he just mocked.

“Where I come from, who works the most gets to eat the most. Your lazy asses are still full of energy, don’t need extra. It’s not like y’all will spend it anyway,” he scolded them like a mother, “Oh, you don’t know!” Jungkook began, faking a dramatic cry, “This… t-this atrocious excuse of a human being—”

“Huh, me?” Avyanna looked at Jungkook, a smile across her face as he pretended to be a scared baby hiding behind Jimin’s shoulders and pointing at the perpetrator with teary eyes. Funny cause Jimin is shorter than him.

“She attempted to take me out by forcing me to take twenty shots of alcohol, a strong one at that. Jimin…” he whined, pulling on his arm and exaggeratedly pouting. Avyanna couldn’t hold back from laughing as she tried to defend herself.

“Never forced him. We stacked up to plus-twenty cards. He complained about the game being boring so I decided to spice it up. Sorry,” immediately, Jungkook’s voice went back to serious as he too wanted to clear any misunderstanding and defend himself.

Jimin, in all this, paid close to no attention as he simply smiled at their childish behaviour.

“The game was never boring to begin with but you wanted it to take a boring turn because the original game…” and back he was to impersonating Avyanna in such a vile way that dragged a full-hearted laugh from everyone in the kitchen and a dramatic gasp from Avyanna herself.

“I don’t sound like that, you piece of shit!” she screamed hoping he’d stop but he kept going.

“Avyanna, what’s six times eight—”

“Jeon Jungkook!” she screamed while everyone exploded in a guffaw.

—Now playing: Ditto by New Jeans ✫

They never went back to studying again after the episode. Actually, it ended in a slight fight between Jungkook and Taehyung about who was going to take the last piece left on the plate. Taehyung stood on Jimin’s previous words about the quantity of food he’s entitled to eat since he studied more than Jungkook did. Jungkook called the saying stupid and simply said that since he hits the gym more often than Taehyung, he burns more calories so he’s entitled to have it, in fact, he has to eat more since he has to grow more muscles.

Jimin tried to find a compromise by offering to share the piece in two but the contestants wouldn’t accept. He looked around for back up but he found the girls choosing their fighter and rooting for them, Avyanna for Taehyung and Adrielle for Jungkook.

Both the boys side-eyed the girls at the odd choice. 

“Oh, you know I studied and he didn’t at all,” Taehyung whined at Adrielle.

“Avyanna, we do shit together the whole time. This ain’t the time to betray me,” Jungkook explained to which Avyanna replied: “Thank your god you have anyone rooting for you at all.

In the end, while Jimin tried to share the piece, he quickly chugged it all up and ran out of the room, leaving the boys bamboozled and the girls laughing their butts out.

Jungkook offered Taehyung to ally so they could go search for Jimin and hold him hostage so he could remake the delicious food for them but Taehyung refused and simply said he was tired. Jungkook didn’t back down though as he offered the same to the girls who were down for it just to have some fun.

So, while the three went Jimin hunting, Taehyung excused himself to the backyard for a reason none of them would’ve guessed—at least that he knows of.

He wanted to look for the mysterious girl through Cleo’s profile. That was his only lead for the moment.

With his food in one hand and his phone in the other, he found a seat that wouldn’t have him back-facing the entrance to the backyard and risk getting caught. Only then did he settle down and hop onto the application, wondering why he hadn't done it beforehand.

He doesn't follow Cleo but, luckily, she has a public account so he can do what he wants without disturbing a soul.

She had lots of posts—wasn’t the type to overthink about it—and among the latest ones, he recognised the mysterious girl’s wavy hair pattern. He never clicked on anything so quickly in his life as he did on the post—it went almost instinctively. But his hopes were shattered when he saw that Cleo didn’t tag the mysterious girl’s profile on the post.

A mix of anxiety, disappointment and confusion overwhelmed his sense of reasoning as he went back, attempting to check Cleo’s following but, here too, she wasn’t shy and followed half the app’s users. He almost wanted to give up, a hint of sadness making its way into him when he noticed her highlights. How stupid of him not to have thought about them first.

The first highlight, the one he pressed on first as well, had exactly what he was looking for. 

He didn’t know it but the first picture was the same taken on the first day of school. His pupils expanded, getting glossy as he marvelled at her beauty. “She’s unreal,” he whispered to himself, passing a hand on his face as if her beauty was frustrating him.

The very little tag at the bottom read: ‘4lavrel’. Once the profile opened, his eyes stopped racing up and down the screen as they did on Cleo’s profile. They slowed down, wanting to sip in as many details as they could, brain-storing them immediately in the long-term memory lane.

His analysis of her love for lacy things popped into his mind as he noticed her profile picture. Her profile was similar to his with barely any posts or full-face pictures. She mostly posted pictures of her surroundings from which he deduced that she indeed loved reading.

She undoubtedly had a calm demeanour as he could understand from the overall vibe of her feed and the aura around her in real life. He imagined how it’d be if he was closer to her or even spoke to her. A small tickling feeling rushed through his guts at the simple thought.

4lavrel. That was the name of her Instagram. Oh, he’d just found his new hobby. The only thing missing now was a fake account.

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[simpforchuchu]

Okok, hear me out, since there's a Hyuga sister series, what about some other sword leaders? Maybe Smokey or Cobra's little sister. And they meet the Oya bois (Fujio/Tsukasa/Yasushi/Kiyoshi etc).

Let's be real, if these two have little sisters, they would teach her how to fight

It can be a HC or oneshot!! Btw I absolutely love your works~ I requested once (won't say which req) but I absolutely love it!! Take pride in your work.

Oya Boys x Sword Leaders' Lil Sisters | Hcs

a/n: Hii! You know i've deleted almost all of my old requests but i kept a few of them cause i want to write that topics too. And this was one of them xjkdkd Thank you for your lovely comments and i hope you like it :')♥️

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none ig

Cobra's Sister x Fujio

• I think Cobra is definitely someone who will teach his sister to fight. He'll teach her simple fighting techniques without hurting her, and he'll want to make sure she's protecting herself.

• I think he is a very loving and calm brother.  Although he cannot show his love with words, he shows it with his overprotective side.

• I think his sister will be calm like him but more lively person

• A smart, strong and calm young girl

• I imagine she'll get along well with Murayama. I am sure that as Murayama's sweet little sister, she will visit him in Oya.

• Of course Murayama-san will protect her from all evil.

• I think she will meet Fujio on one of these visits

• I believe she will be impressed by his energy and cheerfulness and they will get along well.

• It was definitely Fujio who wanted to be friends first...

• He could not hide his admiration when he learned that the young girl was the sister of the Sannoh's leader.

• Murayama will be the first to learn of the two's friendship.  ABSOLUTELY AGAINST THAT.

• And of course, Cobra won't be too happy when he finds out, but he won't say anything to upset his little angel.

• That's why he'll always be watching the little devil..

Rocky's Sister x Tsuji&Shibaman

• I think Rocky will raise his sister like a princess so he won't want her to fight. He will always be there to protect her.

• Someone who understands women and tries to make them happy. Considering his past, he will put the most precious person in his life above all else and raise her like princesses.

•  Most overprotective one

•  He is not someone who is afraid to show his love. Although he looks scary, he is quite soft with his lil sister.

•  His sister is calm and knows how to have fun

•  I think she likes music and dancing.

•  Considering Tsuji and Shiba are musical geniuses, I imagine the young girl will meet the duo during her new album shopping with Koo-san.

•  Koo will watch them from afar, but will not interrupt.

• He will only watch from afar when he sees that the young girl is having a lot of fun and joy.

• After talking really long time with Tsuji and Shiba about a new music album, she will realize that their musical tastes are very similar and they will become friends.

• The long and funny conversation will end when Koo says they have to go now.

• When Tsuji gives the girl his number, Koo gives a rather nasty look, but he won't say anything when she accepts.

•  I think they will be pretty good and sweet friends

• Tsuji and Shiba will be overprotective too well as Rocky and the White Rascals

• When Rocky hears the story from Koo, he'll definitely want to investigate the two teenagers.

• When he finds out that they are from Oya High School, no matter how much he wants to protest it he will give up when he sees the happiness of the young girl

•  He'll definitely drop y/n on the next date and make sure he scares the boys...

Murayama's Sister x Todoroki

• OF COURSE, it should have been JR MURAYAMA AND TODOROKI AKFKEKXMW

•  I think Murayama's younger sister is just as crazy and energetic as he is.

• Murayama is someone who wouldn't show it even if he was overprotective.He does not like to restrain his sister and trusts her.

•  He has no problem with her fighting, he will support her even if she loses.

•  He grew up playing games with her and having little fights at home, so his sister is also his best friend.

•  He is not one to show his love with words, but he shows it with little jokes and small but meaningful gifts.

•  A crazy but smart sister... She likes to fight strategically

•  I can imagine she's a little cocky too

•  She'll probably meet Todoroki one day when she visits her older brother. She won't understand what a smart boy like him doing here, and she'll start to be interested in him.

•  Todoroki, on the other hand, will be quite surprised when he meets Murayama's little twin, but he will realize that their characters are very different even though they look similar.

•  It's definitely not Todoroki who wants to be friends first, he even finds her annoying...

•  But in time I think he will love her

•  Tsuji and Shibaman are definitely shipping them...

•  Murayama doesn't want his sister to be friends with any of Oya's so I'm sure he will threaten Todoroki...

Smokey's Sister x Tsukasa

• My precious leader...

•  Smokey has a younger sister than Lala...

•  I think she looks more like Smokey than Lala.

•  Calm, kind and pretty warm person

•  She definitely knows how to fight and parkour like her older brothers

•  She often takes care of and plays with the children on the Nameless Street

•  Definitely someone everyone loves and admires

•  So I imagine the Rude Boys are all overprotective

•  I think she is quite cautious and skeptical. That's why she will choose her friends very carefully.

•  I believe that someone who is calm and kind can be her friend.

• Tsukasa knows how to talk to girls. So he will be a great friend.

•  I think she will meet him by coincidence and they will help each other with something.

• A respectful and lovely friendship.

•  Fujio will definitely like the young girl a lot but y/n is a bit distant towards him. You know Fujio can be annoying sometimes :D

•  Tsukasa doesn't want Oya to find out their friendship. But they probably will one day...

•  When Smoky and the Rude Boys find out about their friendship, they definitely won't support it.

• Smoky is pretty determined about protecting his family.

•  Maybe one day they can accept it but it will be quite difficult...

Hyuga's Sister x Yasushi & Kiyoshi

• OMG THIS TRIO...

•  I think Hyuga's little sister will definitely be a maniac like him.

•  Crazy but less evil...

•  A fearless young lady who knows how to have fun, laughs wildly and enjoys fighting.

•  Sound familiar?  Yes, these three are definitely made for each other.

•  The young girl will probably get into a fight when Yasushi and Kiyoshi fight someone, just because she is bored, and she will be scolded by the boys...

•  Pretty cocky but cute brat

•  They're definitely going to hate each other in the first place

•  Hyuga is... DEFINITELY OVERPROTECTIVE BUT DOESN'T SHOW IT

•  He wants her to grow on her own but if anyone harms her, he will definitely burn the city.

•  He can show his love only by his actions...

•  Over time, the trio will get along better and y/n will invite them to the Daruma region...

•  Certainly the duo is not afraid to step into Daruma... They find it quite exciting...

•  When Y/n enters the streets of Daruma with the 2 teenagers, absolutely everyone will be watching them with a strange look. 

• Hyuga will watch from afar when he gets the news

•  He was happy to see his sister having fun, but he absolutely doesn't trust the boys around her. So he waits for their smallest mistakes.

•  He will meet the kids and he will especially like Yasushi when he realizes that he is a younger version of himself...

•  In time he will like them and begin to not hate their friendship...

•  I think he might be the least overreacting one...

[ddodol]

lol this is the video https://youtu.be/WijJjJ80rrY?t=31&si=HlPXXPaV55jCW_HA

i just love the idea of all of riize being such losers in love except maybe shotaro i think he would confess without needing someone to push him. i think anton and maybe sungchan are the type to think they can hold it in and never say something but something happens and now they’re word vomiting how much they’re in love with you. for some reason i associate wonbin with soft spot by keshi and seunghan with my heart it beats for you by grentperez. eunseok seems like he just thinks you know he loves you by his actions so he never says it but he really needs to and well sohee we already covered hahaha 👩🏻‍🍳🥐

link.

ohhh, i remember watching this ! i must've blocked it out of my memory because i couldn't STAND them when i first watched this 😭

i also love the idea of riize being hopeless romantics </3 taro being the only one that's confident enough to ask someone out boldly 😭 i still remember him saying he'll stand his ground if he accidentally likes a post of his crush while stalking them or something, and i think that made my heart skip a beat lmaoooo (i think it's from that video too iirc)

also, yes! wonbin is so keshi coded idek why, and i listened to my heart it beats for you and that's so seunghan </3 aside from anton, i feel like they're the most likely to spend time making a playlist for someone they like. wonbin serenading with the guitar while seunghan would be singing to you while you sleep :(( thinking about videocalls with them and they pull out the "can i sing for you?"

i think anton would be a 'from afar' type of admirer, while sungchan just has to be next to you at all times (like he is with taro 😭) sungchan strikes me as someone that doesn't keep up with social media? but he would make it painfully obvious by liking every single ig post you make because he just HAS to make it known that he likes you without saying it outright. while anton would be a casual observer (wonbin would be too ngl), he wants to make sure he knows what you like and dislike before actually pursuing you.

eunseok and sohee strike me as the type to pull the "i thought we're already dating?" after hanging out with you for weeks. eunseok is always questionable but he'll always make a statement with his actions even if he doesn't say it outright. i feel like with him, you'd always be confused 😭 but he'll make no effort to correct your misunderstandings because in his mind, you're already dating him </3

[kukekakuningaskris]

Kris Guštin moments as girl in red songs but this time I actually explain why

(some of the lyrics are cut off bc of the crop so open the pics if you want to fully see them)

1. we fell in love in october: being an Apokalipsa fan

"Looking at the stars / admiring from afar" - looking at the band from the crowd, not yet a part of it

"At least i know, I am here to stay" - retrospectively (or not) knowing that this band is It for him, for one reason or another

"You will be my world" - looking back since Apokalipsa grew into Joker Out which DID end up becoming his whole world

2. Body And Mind: Damon Baker photoshoot

saying that the photoshoot was like a therapy session, letting his guard down and being vulnerable during it and thus in the resulting pictures as well

3. midnight love: saying he is always in the shadow of his father or bojan

"Say I'm not your consolation prize" and "I can't be your second best / close but not your favourite" - he is almost always talked about in relation to either his father or Bojan (maybe wanting to be seen as his own person)

4. Apartment 402: laying on the studio floor

this one is just silly, he is on the floor (again) because he fell there

5. it would feel like this: him playing piano

the song is mostly a piano and Kris does sometimes play piano

6. two queens in a king sized bed: writing vse kar vem

"All my time is yours to spend / let me wrap you in with my skin" and "The closer, the better it gets / so let's stay right here / until forever disappears" - extremely vse kar vem coded (Kris did write some of the song so I'm counting it)

7. bad idea!: his general existence

"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts" - tell me that line was not written about him

"Was such a bad idea, I can't get enough" - him saying that he is his own Katrina (someone who hurt you but you keep going back)

8. girls: being a lesbian icon

this is less about Kris and more about the fact that the lesbians love him (but I think he would agree that girls are pretty)

9. say anything: his fuckass ig captions

"Say anything to me" - he will just say Anything. let's not say.

10. 4am: having to-do lists and disliking changes to the schedule

"I'm thinking too much again" - the same anxiety vibes as him having a to-do list and liking being on time and disliking changes to the schedule

[mosviqu]

things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

this was in my inbox for over a month i am so sorry anon... anyways. here goes nothing. not doing aesthetics bc thats a lot of effort but here is how i 'see' my friends ig :p

@satoruly - champagne, voice memos, the ocean, the beach, the metamorphosis by franz kafka, tokyo revengers, movie reviews, manga, shopping, indoor plants, sunsets, partying, singing, the bass, i dont do drugs by ariana grande and doja cat, anime, mini skirts, cherries, digital cameras, the color red, shinichiro sano, sand, headphones, random spanish thrown in convo, hearts, gojo satoru, croptops, manga, late night walks in a busy town, izana, gossiping with your best friend, ambition, the feeling of home, endless mutual understanding, passion, freedom, soulmates.

@csenke - monchichi dolls, sylvanian families, minecraft, streamers, the streets of budapest, instagram dumps, sunwoo, afternoon walks, playgrounds, random vlogs u record with your best friends, the colors yellow green and tan, enhypen, mona lisa by dominic fike, random german words, hanging posters in your room, late night conversations, pretty architecture, silly selfies, the excitement of unboxing your packages, changmin, spiderman, chimney cake, Á, lovejoy, candy, loverboy hats, platonic neighbors (yes that exists).

@from-izzy - woodz, bunnies, psychology textbooks, coffee shops, matcha, late night conversations, talking in all caps, excitement, running to catch the bus, making spotify playlists in the middle of the night, protectiveness, the color tan, bicycles, gratefulness, sharing your worries with someone, cloudy skies, the sound of birds chirping outside of your window in the morning, laying in the grass.

@heemingyu - meme reactions, milkshakes, playful banter, inside jokes, playful annoyance at your friends, learning how to drive in an empty parking lot, keyboard smashes, iced tea, sibling-like energy, comfortable hoodies, silent support, instagram reels in your dms as a form of love language, comfort tv shows in your bed.

@sungbeam - admiration, being proud of your friends, watching someone from afar, brainstorming with someone on the same wavelength, literature, baby blue by luke hemmings, dc comics, fic banners, star girl energy, the weird familiarity of a college dorm room, demon changmin, the summer break, doing ordinary things with your music playing lowly in the background, post-it notes on your wall, pancakes for breakfast.

@juyeonszn - cats, supportive comments under instagram posts, lying for fun, feeling yourself when you go clubbing with your best friends, lipgloss, tattoos, roadtrips, concerts, taking polaroids on a night out, flirting with your friends, screaming a song on the top of your lungs.

@zzoguri - valorant, childhood friends vibes, meeting someone and feeling like you've known them for ages, jacob bae, gaming, discord calls, italy, journalism, the friends you meet in university, found family, warm soup on sundays, laufey, day6.

@kimsohn - delusional conversations, talking shit with your honest friends, juyeon, typing really fast on your keyboard, understanding each others typos, editing, yunjin, being in love with women, confidence, yeehaw, iconic energy.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ARIIII IT IS IIIIII!!!!!!!!! i'm here to bombard you with the very same questions of the question game bc i really wanna hear your answers too!!!!!! so 1. your comfort characters pleaseeee pretty please andd 2. a scenario that you've replayed multiple times please pretty pretty please!!! luv u btw wait also u are 10000% that gojo cover is the most beautiful thing in the world and nobody can tell us otherwise<33333333333

- @catchuuu

MICKEY IT IS YOUUUUUUUU :33 welcome welcome!!!!!! take a seat……. here is your ari delivered pastry and drink 🍩🍵 <- some tea bc it’s late. it’s gonna help you sleep better trust !!

wahhh you’re so sweet to drop in w these…. i had a crisis answering them bc . i am …. indecisive,.,…… but i’ll try just for you :’3

1/ HHHHHHHHHHHHH what is there to say………… you already know a lot of them i think 😭😭 gojo our belovedest ALWAYS makes me happy and suguru too!!! i think gojo is a bit more of a comfort though… sugu makes me pretty sad….. ANDDD ofc kenjaku!!! my silly emotional support queercoded villain. he makes me smile :3 would also throw in nobara bc her existence feels like a warm hug. she’s my Everything. i had a crush on her when i first watched jjk and i will adore her always!!!!!

jjk aside though…… THIS is where i start getting indecisive bc i have too many fandoms to keep track of + my memory is bad :’3 but ummmm um. kunikida is my angel wife!! and reki from sk8 the infinity makes me sooo happy 🥺🥺 (you would LOVE him btw he has the brightest smile ever) ALSO NOYA FROM HQ…… and ryoji from persona 3….. and kazui from milgram… and tsukasa and emu from pj sekai……….

i could mention more but!!! i’ll finish by saying saber and archer from fate/stay night :> saber is the reason i started loving knights and archer is the sexiest man on this planet + the reason i’m into motherly men + voiced by junichi suwabe <3333 the fate series is soooo dear 2 my heart mickey…. my favorites r actually sakura and kirei but they both make me too emotional to be called comfort charas…. same w shirou……. and every single csm character too 😔 sigh .

2/ hhhh this one was . also tough……. :cc since you went w a childhood near-death experience i will do the same >:3 i was almost brutally murdered (<- grave exaggeration) by a cow when i was like . 10…. it might’ve been a bull?? i was too scared to look it in the eye 😞😞

it was raining a bunch right … and there was this lil nature reserve near my house . w a path you could walk up on a hill but also down by a river….. and it was raining sm that the whole thing was just FLOODED. you couldn’t see any of the rocks in the river…. or the grass you could walk on beside it…… so little ari decided to go down there anyway. for the sake of adventure. and i made it to the end of the path to a fence that you could jump over to get to The Normal Road Home .

BUT …. gasp ………. little ari came face to face w a bunch of cows . up on the hill. right by the fence. they were eating the grass and i was scared bc they were fucking HUGE mickey :((( i was shaking n shivering and trying to blend in w my surroundings……… carefully making my way towards the fence that they were kinda blocking.

BUT THEN …. another gasp….. suddenly i was face to face w this One cow/bull and it just stared at me. for a couple seconds. and then it ran right towards me and my childhood instincts kicked in …. so i like. ran down the hill and then back up so i could jump over the fence . and then i was ok :) but ever since that fateful day i’ve been scared of cows….. i can only admire them from afar 😔😔😔😔

hehe these were so fun to answer… ty mickey my angel <333 ALSO SO TRUE SO REAL i knew i could trust you…….. he’s so pretty!!!!!! ig we just have to bear the burden of understanding him better than anyone else …. a heavy burden but. it is what it is <//3