#and i know there are strong arguments on both sides about getting gaming laptops when you're not a gamer and maybe i shouldn't have done it

[marshmallowgoop]

Sorry I’ve been taking 5ever with asks lately!

I’m still accepting requests to write about any scene in Kill la Kill. My broken computer just finally completely fried a few days ago, and I don’t have my slightly-less-broken older one with me at the moment, so I kind of had a crisis over here!

But! I bit the bullet and bought that new computer that I’ve needed for like half a year. And my amazing dad managed to save my hard drive and all my un-backed-up files!! I’m still copying stuff over and getting things set up, but I should be back to writing soon!

(Gosh, though. I really hate getting new computers. I just. Have so much stuff.)

(THESE 6,848 ITEMS AREN’T EVEN MY ENTIRE GIF FOLDER.)

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Ch. 2

Shigaraki Birthday Celebration! 18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader 

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: reader is marked fem cause Tomura is a little sexist and hates you cause you’re a woman, no pronouns, incel!shiggy, collage au/no quirks, tomura is an asshole, gratuitous swearing, like so much, shiggy has a dirty mouth, mentions of shigs being anxious, brief male masturbation, tags will be added for smut in the next two parts

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which studying is done, unwilling connections are made, and Tomura thinks about the way you smell a totally normal amount. 

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Taglist: @dillybuggg​ (just shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged!

Tomura hadn’t stopped staring at his phone since he left the apartment. It was second nature by now—head down at a nearly ninety degree angle, hoodie pulled up to hide hair he hadn’t bothered to comb in weeks, and phone out, held just far enough away that he could see the pavement behind the screen. 

He’d found that people tended to naturally avoid him this way and he didn’t have to risk accidentally making eye contact. It was still a bit nerve wracking to venture into buildings he didn’t expressly have to for classes, so he was still hesitant to make the voyage from his apartment to the library.  But he’d made the mistake of mentioning plans to his roommate and the bastard wouldn’t leave him alone about it afterwards until he was practically shoved out with the door locked behind him. 

He was half tempted to make up some excuse last minute and go hide out at the only cafe on campus he could tolerate, but Tomura knew he was just delaying the inevitable. Biting the bullet now would help to not prolong his suffering. 

Your text thread glared up at him in stark white on blue as he pushed past a crowd of students by the library entrance and flashed his ID to the attendant. 

Group Project Bitch:

— hey I got us a room on the third floor, all the way in the back

—text me when you’re here I’ll wave you in, it’s kinda hard to find T-T

                                                                                                     sounds good— 

He shot off a quick text to you that he was hoping on the elevator. The other two guys in the lift may have given him a dirty look for only going up to the third floor, but Tomura sure as hell wasn’t going to risk the physical exertion of stares when just the thought being stuck in a small room alone with you for god knows how long already had him sweating. 

When he stepped out, you were leaned against one of the 90s-green shelves, scrolling aimlessly through your phone. He panicked momentarily, thinking he’d have to get your attention cause just walking up without saying anything would be weird right? 

He wasn’t sure. 

He didn’t do shit like this. 

Thankfully, you looked up at the chime of the lift and waved him over. His red sneakers squeaked as they scuffed the linoleum floors and he already regretted choosing his tighter fitting pair of sweats. The tapered legs that hugged his ankles and thin calves rubbed against his skin and stung the raw patches. 

“Hey, thanks for coming,” you said softly and he nodded, following as you began to weave through the stacks. “Sorry it was short notice, graduation’s coming up so I'm swamped with meetings.”

“It’s fine, I didn’t have anything going on.” 

He cringed internally at the way his voice cracked, trying to keep the usual rasp to a minimum. His roommate said it was from the innumerable hours he spent shouting at his monitor or on discord, which was probably true but to you he was sure he just sounded like a fucking teenager. 

“Cool, I’ve been set up for awhile so feel free to move some stuff,” you talked a bit louder now that you’d both stepped into the study room and shut the door. 

Tomura looked around. You’d snagged one of the nicer ones at least, with the big monitors he could cast his screen onto and those comfy chairs he liked but could never beat anyone too on the lower floors. 

You were right, there was shit all over the big table at the center of the room. Notes and printed out readings with highlights galore and sticky notes littering the pages were scattered all over. What a show off. You probably tossed all this stuff out so he’d think you were actually intelligent or some shit. 

Kicking a pile off of the nearest plush armchair, Tomura took a seat and pulled his laptop out. There was a jack in the middle of the table and you plugged yours in to cast onto the big monitor. 

You made a fucking power point for him. 

This couldn’t be real. 

“So I know I ran some stuff by you in class but essentially I was thinking we make like a simple Twine type thing using the rhetorical argument Swift is making…” 

You started rambling again and Tomura almost immediately tuned you out. His eyes drifted between the rough outline you were flicking through on the board and the laptop you had your nose buried in. 

It was covered in stickers, pretty obviously stereotypical for someone as obsessed with being ‘cool’ as you clearly were. But as he scanned through the various old meme phrases and aesthetic shit, he caught a couple of game references he recognized and a panel cutout from one of his favorite manga. 

He almost fell into your trap for a moment, feeling a rush at the prospect of someone—much less a chick—being into his main hyperfixations. 

But it was quickly crushed under everything his years trolling subreddits had taught him. People like you didn’t actually have interests beyond the attention and dick it got them. Plus that manga was pretty popular anyway, you probably didn’t even read it, just thought the line was funny or made you sound quirky. That had to be why you felt the need to drop it in your first texts. 

“What do you think?” you asked, making good on your new habit of startling the hell out of him. 

Tomura blinked, gaze instinctively turning to you but the blatant way you stared made his mouth turn to sand paper, so he looked resolutely back at the color-coded bullet points on the screen. 

“Look’s fine,” he mumbled. 

The more he glanced over it, the more it actually did look fine. A bit more than fine, really, which pissed him off even more. The little choose-your-own debate style story was not a terrible way to make fucking Whatever Swift interesting and it kinda looked like you’d bothered to google some simple coding which gave him a better idea of what you were looking for. 

It was...good. 

And that so fucking annoying. 

Well, he wasn’t sure if annoying was the right word for it, but the proposal coupled with your apparent lack of disgust at working with him made his face hot and that only ever happened otherwise when his roommate left the dishes out for weeks or when some newb on his server fucked up their raids. 

Then, you had the audacity to plop down in the chair next to him and— 

“You can tell me to fuck off if you want,” you began, shuffling in the chair to cross your legs on the cushion, “but I was hoping you’d be willing to show me how you do some of the coding stuff? I tried on my own, but I have literally no clue what I’m doing.” 

He could smell you again, like the whole fucking health and beauty aisle at the grocery store. When he turned his head a bit to look at you around the curtain of his hair, you were crooked—back against the armrest and facing him. 

“Why do you want to know?” he asked, sounding a bit less rude than he would have liked to. 

You just fucking stared right at him though, didn’t wrinkle your nose at how greasy his roots were or how he was wearing the same hoodies as yesterday. 

“I’ve always been interested in it, but my program is kinda stressful and I don’t have much free time so I never learned,” you offered and for once Tomura found he didn’t feel his skin crawl under your unwavering gaze. 

The dry, cracked area around his eyes burned though as sweat beaded on his forehead and he quickly wiped at his face with a loose sweatshirt sleeve. The garment hung off his shoulders, bought a size too big that he never ended up growing into. 

“What’s your major?” 

He found the words slipped easily from him. It was the quintessential question you asked of anyone in college when you met, but he’d never been interested in the answer before. 

You babbled a bit about your specific area of study and your voice was surprisingly not as infuriating as he remembered it being before. It was softer, he thought, than when you were soapboxing in class about the sexist implications of old as fuck poetry—it had a less grating quality and was almost pleasing to the ear. 

Or Tomura would have said that if he thought you deserved the compliment. 

But, obviously you didn’t. 

So he didn’t. 

He just pretended to care about what you were saying and didn’t hang onto every word at all. Actually he was more enraptured in the way your lips moved when you talked. You used your hands a lot too, but his eyes were ensnared on the way your mouth quirked and dipped, at the occasional flash of your tongue between strong teeth. When he leaned in a bit, he could smell your breath too: fruity gum and the remnants of whatever you were always drinking in that loud as fuck cup. He wondered now what exactly it was, so he could buy it and get a better idea of what you mouth might taste—

Nope. 

No, see this was exactly what he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about. How were you doing this to him? What a fucking slut. 

Tomura steeled his nerves as you started explaining the extracurriculars you did on the side. 

“My roommate freshman year actually started a gaming club and so I’ve gotten more into that over the years,” you explained, pointing at the stickers on your laptop case. 

“Are you talking about The League?” 

“Yeah, I didn’t know if you’d heard of it,” you shrugged.  

He knew of the gaming club on campus. He’d thought about joining when he enrolled but the allure of anonymity online gaming provided was too strong. Plus his discord server didn’t have annoying weekly meetings. 

The thought of you, up late and illuminated by the blue light of a tv screen, tucked away in one of the basement rooms in the media building was...strange. It also prompted an array of new images—you in those fucking cat ear headsets, seated in his lap as he trashed you in Mario Kart which was even stranger. 

Tomura had to physically shake his head to dislodge the thought. 

“Uh, we should probably work on this right?” he cringed at the way his voice cracked compared to your own, smooth tone. 

You should narrate those fucking sleepy time mediation things. His roommate used to hide wireless speakers in his room and blast those when Tomura stayed up too late. It was annoying as shit then, but if it was you talking, he probably wouldn’t have minded so much. 

Or no, no he would definitely mind. 

Yes. It would have been worse if anything. 

“Oh shit, you right. It’s been like two hours.” 

He glanced down at his laptop and saw that it had, indeed, been two hours since he got there. He’d willingly spoken to you for two goddamn hours. It felt like no time had passed at all, but the sun was definitely setting, the overhead fluorescent bulbs taking over as the main light source in the room. 

Weird. 

So you settled back in your chair, typing away like you always did, but the sound wasn’t nearly as frustrating as before. Occasionally, you’d glance over his shoulder and ask questions about what he was working on, but mostly the two of you settled into a comfortable silence. 

This pattern continued for the next few weeks. As the weather warmed, you began to show a bit more skin. He never worked up the nerve to comment on the thick expanse of bare thigh that tapered off nicely into your calf, or the curve of your arms not hidden behind knit sweaters—hell even your fucking shoulders were hard not to look at. 

Maybe all those high school dress codes weren’t actually so full of shit after all. Cause he was definitely distracted by the way your neck swooped into the exposed skin of your shoulder and down your back on more than one occasion.

Did all girls know that? Was it some kind of massive conspiracy to crumble the patriarchy or some crap to go flashing bare shoulders everywhere? 

Regardless if you really were trying to hypnotize him into liking you, Tomura stayed resolutely in his monochrome, long sleeved attire, and if you noticed the behavior you never said a word. 

Never said a word about his allergy ridden skin, peeling lips or scarred throat. Never commented on his terrible posture or said his eyes were creepy. Even when he’d occasionally toss a negative remark your way, you never retaliated maliciously. Just brushed him off with a jovial ‘don’t be a dick’ and a playful, but hard slap to his chest or the back of his head. 

The two of you always met in the same, secluded room on the third floor. You’d talk with him in class sometimes or shoot him texts about random bits of inspiration or a late night game memes, but for the most part, your conversations were confined to that room. He found he preferred the study room ‘you’ best. You weren’t as stiff. There was more of a solidity to you, like he’d seen when you told off that Kai bastard. 

It...grew on him. 

He was irrationally anxious that there would be a time when you couldn’t secure this particular room—with it’s big monitor and comfy chairs and less annoying ‘you’—but he’d been reassured after your third work session. 

Someone had knocked softly at the thick, wooden door and a head of wild, bright pink hair peaked around the crack. 

“Sup bro,” the intruder quipped, as they stepped fully into the room. 

“Hey, Spinner,” you mumbled back, looking up momentarily from the essay portion of your presentation before going back to typing. 

Spinner had seemed to notice him at that point and offered a small wave in his direction. “Oh hey, sorry, thought you were alone,” he said quickly. 

“Nah, this is Tomura,” you said, glancing up again and jerking your thumb in his direction. 

Tomura nodded and tugged at his hoodie strings to stop from scratching under the newcomer’s gaze. He’d gotten used to you, but other people still made him a bit nervous. 

“Nice to meet you,” Spinner had a nice smile, bright and flashy when he spoke. He leaned against the door and crossed his arms, looking around the room. “You got the nice one, huh. How’d you manage that?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you half closed your laptop and stretched a bit. “Jin was working the front desk, so I’ve just been bribing him with vending machine snacks.” 

“He hasn’t gotten himself fired yet?” Spinner laughed incredulously, but not unkindly. 

“Surprisingly not, but he’s completely corrupt now,” you were picking at the cuticle of your thumb and Tomura fixated on the way the skin split off at the nail. Just like his. “A couple packs of chips and a Monster and I get the most bitchin study room whenever I want.” 

“Damn,” Spinner chuckled again and Tomura really wished that he’d leave already. He was beginning to feel himself fading into the upholstery as the conversation left him in the dust. The divergence of your attention away from him or the project was even more annoying that you were. “Well, are you coming to The League meeting tonight? We’re busting out a Smash tournament.” 

“That’s tonight?” you asked, eyes perking up but sliding subtly in Tomura’s direction. “Sorry, I think Tomura and I are gonna be working on this project for a while longer and I’m kinda burnt out. But next time, yeah?”

Spinner rolled his eyes but nodded and kicked off the wall. “That’s not very sexy of you,” he chided and waved a hand in parting. “Gonna work yourself directly into the fucking grave.” 

“Jokes on you, I welcome death.” 

You buried yourself in the screen again and Tomura actually felt a bit grateful for you ending the conversation before he got too painfully awkward. 

But Spinner stopped before he left, looking Tomura up and down from the frayed strings of his black hoodie to the tips of his worn red sneakers. 

“Nice to meet you, man,” he said with a wide grin. “Feel free to tag along next time if you want, we always need more players.” 

The door clicked softly shut behind him and Tomura relaxed back into the silence.

He did end up tagging along—though he spent most of the time hanging off your heels like a lost puppy—to the next meeting of your gaming club and the one after that. Frustratingly enough, he learned that your interests did also extend into skills as you almost bested him in a few rounds Smash. Your profile, lit only by the flashing screen lights, was even more striking outside of his imagined imitations. 

So much so that it found its way into his head late at night when he was too tired to log onto his server. So much so that it had his cock growing firm and tenting his grey sweats without even the visual aid of his go to porn clips. So much so that sometimes, he felt inclined to do something about the throbbing between his legs. So much so that he thought about the way you picked the skin by your fingers. How it looked like his. How your hand might feel like his but softer. Smoother around the edges. With your sweet voice whispering in his ear, making him whine and pant and spill white ropes of release onto his stomach. 

But it was only because you were hot. 

And you were practically begging for him to jack off to the thought of you with those outfits and liking all the shit he liked and noticing when he shrunk away from conversations or including him in them when he started to feel that awful sense of fading into the background. 

Yeah. 

Everybody jerks it sometimes to their group project partners if their ass is nice enough. 

Right?

[ijenoyou]

Out of my league.

kun x reader.

summary; he always admired from afar but not this time.

requested. send one!

warnings; none haha i mean it includes mentions of gummy bears lol fluff and humor.

notes; sooooo i’m sorry this took so long to finally post (˃̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣ ) but i was quite busy with school (it’s kicking my ass lol) anyways remember english isn’t my first language sooo ignore the mistakes if you see one lmao

Kun was always the one between all his friends that only admired girls from afar. Of course not in a weird way, he likes to admire the beauty of each one of them and later on forget about it.

But he couldn’t forget about you.

You were a new transferred student who happens to be best friends with his own friend, Lucas.

Kun first saw you at the mini gathering Lucas was doing at his apartment. When he entered his friends home he saw you sitting next to Sicheng, talking about which color of gummy bears tastes better.

“Yellow is the best one.” You said while taking one of the bag you were holding.

“You’re crazy! They taste so bad, red ones are the winner here.” Sicheng defended his posture on the argument making you roll your eyes faking annoyance.

You were about to speak again until Kun interrupted you.

“I think the yellow ones are tasty.” He softly spoke making you and Sicheng turn towards him.

He didn’t know what overcame him to speak out like that. He was always sitting in silence while hearing his friends talk, but not this time.

When he didn’t get any answer he started to regret his decision until you smiled.

“See? He knows about good taste.” You pushed your friend with your shoulders and stood up from your sitting position. “I’m Y/N.”

Kun made sure his hands weren’t sweaty before taking yours in between his.

“Kun.”

Sicheng watched the whole scene with a weird expression on his face, he turned his head towards Lucas who was busy playing tetris on his phone, he pinched his arm to get his attention.

“Ow! What was that for?” Lucas answered and started to rub his arm, trying to calm the burning he felt from Sicheng’s fingers.

“Look at them.” He whispered and nodded towards you and his quiet friend.

“What about them?”

“What about them?! Kun never talks to girls out of the blue and Y/N never smiles to boys like she just did with him.”

After saying that, Lucas’s eyes widened. He snapped his head upwards and searched for the both of you. He found you next to Kun at the kitchen counter, making a drink that included those disgusting yellow gummy bears you liked so much.

“Oh god.” He whispered to Sicheng. “I’ve never seen her like that.”

“I know!” Sicheng answered with excitement.

He knew you way before Lucas, you and him were neighbors since baby’s and stayed friends all this time. So he definitely knows how you react around other guys.

You always tried to be polite but never gave them a single smile or stuff like that. You only did that with Sicheng and Lucas since they were practically your only friends alongside your roommate. They always joked about how you hate men and that the day you smile at one for real that will be because he’s the love of your life.

“I didn’t know Kun has a girlfriend.” Xiaojun said making Lucas and Sicheng flinch.

“Yeah, they look cute.” Ten answered and placed his hand on Xiaojun’s back.

“How did you guys get in?” Lucas questioned with surprise.

Ten pointed towards the other couch in the room, Hendery was playing red hands with Yangyang.

“Yang opened the door for us.” Ten said while taking one green gummy bear out of Sicheng’s bag.

“But how did they got in? They weren’t here before!”

Before anyone could say anything a strong laugh could be heard in the whole place. The six boys turned their heads and saw you and Kun laughing loudly at something he was showing you on his phone.

“Okay! Why don’t we play a game while waiting for our food?” Lucas asked everyone, grabbing your and Kun’s attention.

And that’s how you ended up almost choking Ten for hiding his uno cards by sitting on top of them so he could win. Two hours went by and it was time for you to leave.

“Damn i’m so full.” Hendery spoke while trying to keep his eyes open. “I’m getting food coma.”

You patted his head. “Good luck with that.”

You stretched your arms and decided to start putting your shoes on.

“Well, it’s was nice but I have to go back to my place, Wendy needs help with a project.”

You said goodbye to everyone and before you could say anything to Kun he decided to speak first.

“I’ll walk you.” A blush spread on your cheeks and the boys didn’t fail to notice it but said nothing about it.

“Don’t worry Kun.” You smiled and placed the hood of your hoodie on your head. “I live a few flats from here but if you one day want to come by just let me know.”

“Sure.” Kun tried to suppress a smile and nodded.

“Okay then, I’ll see you tomorrow guys!” That was the last thing you said before leaving.

The whole place was silent. Until Kun turned and saw all of his friends holding each other trying not to scream.

“What?” He asked.

“You like her!”

“She likes you!”

“I’m going to cry, our Kunnie finally spread his wings out.”

He couldn’t understand a single thing his friends said and decided to ignore them.

————

You first day at your new collage was great so far. You didn’t see any of the boys at all since all of them were majoring in different things. Expect for Kun.

“I didn’t know you were into law.” He spoke behind you.

You turned surprise and smiled.

“Hello there.”

He sat next to you, putting his backpack on the floor and took out his laptop with the rest of his materials for the class.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your major?” You asked while pressing the ‘on’ button of your laptop.

“You never asked.” Kun playfully answered and you softly punched him on the shoulder.

After that, the class started. Two long hours and Kun couldn’t be more surprised by you.

Since you were new, the teacher had his target on you. He asked a lot of question to you to see if you were capable of answering, which you did gaining a good response from the teacher.

Kun knew you were smart. At the reunion everytime you spoke you did it with such a smart input, like you had all of the right words.

“We have free class right now, so... vending machine?” He asked and you nodded.

Weeks went by like that. You and him spending most of the time together.

You study with him, eat with him, laugh with him.

The boys were surprised that at this point you and him haven’t kissed at least.

“Not even a tiny peck?” Ten pinched his fingers together while asking.

Kun shook his head and the boys groaned.

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” He softly said and started to play with his fingers, a nervous habit he developed with the years. “And we don’t know if she even likes me like that!”

Sicheng gasped.

“Are you dumb?”

“Not even close, why?”

“There’s no time for jokes!” Sicheng’s dramatic voice appeared. “trust me with this dude, she likes you.”

Kun sighed and rubbed his eyes with his knuckles.

“Y/N is way out of my league.”

��———

“How come your roommate is never here?”

“Uh, Wendy usually sleeps at his boyfriends.” You answered while searching a show to watch on netflix.

You decided to lay your head on his shoulder and he decided to place his on top of yours. You decided on watching Twilight again and he groaned making you poke fun at him.

“Again? We’ve watch this like a million times!” He expressed his annoyance.

“And? It’s good so shut it.”

The movie began, it was making him sleepy. He could tell you the whole scrip even in his sleep. That’s so many times you’ve made him watch it with you.

“Are you tired?” You asked and took your head off his shoulder to look at him.

“Yeah, I was busy so I forgot about the essay Ms. Kang gave us, I finished it up in one night.”

His ‘busy’ meant going with you to this art exposition about candy in which they were selling a giant gummy bear, he got you the yellow one and he couldn’t forget they way your face lit up with happiness when he gave it to you after a few days.

“Why don’t you sleep here? You can have my bed and I’ll sleep in Wendy’s”

He nodded at your proposal and sighed. Too tired to even say anything. He was about to continue watching the movie but he couldn’t keep his eyes off your lips. Shinning bright because of the grenade chapstick he gifted you the other day.

The conversation he had with the boys kept on replaying on his mind.

Fuck it.

He pressed his lips against yours. You let out a tiny gasp in surprise but soon after decided to relax.

You tilted your head to the side so you could return his kiss while placing your hand on his cheek. It was a quick kiss but the softness and love was there, and it made you feel for the very first time, full of love.

“I’m in love with you.” He said in a whisper.

You caressed his skin with your fingers, admiring his features under the artificial light that came from the TV.

“I—“

You couldn’t think straight. Too in love with the idea of love. So instead of saying anything, you took him by the back of his neck and drew him close to you, reconnecting your lips with his.

“Be mine.”

————

The boys couldn’t believe their eyes.

“W-What? W-When?” Lucas stuttered.

“Wow, he finally made a move.” Hendery said while sipping on his coca-cola.

A few tables away from them, you and Kun were eating a small cake, feeding each other and sharing sweet kisses.

“Woo! Go Y/N! Go Kun!” Ten shouted to make them feel embarrassed.

You tried to hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest and stuck out your hand with direction towards Ten, folding your fingers except for the middle one.

Kun laughed at this antics and pressed a peck on the crown of your head.

He also was in love with the idea of love.

[siriushxney]

⊱┊ easily !

pairing — sapnap x gn!reader

wordcount — 2k

warnings — angsty, arguing (happy ending)

song — easily | bruno major

note ! — this is my second time reposting, because tumblr hates my guts and decides to make things repeat/disappear so :|

nothing was easy about love. then again, if love didn’t have it’s bumps and bruises — could it truly be considered love? the act of loving someone is something that is both a blessing and a curse wrapped into one. you see their best, and you see their worst — you deal with, and take all the blows that they take.

and in with love — arguments flare.

some over stupid things, like who would do the dishes, if the other did the laundry, what you were having for diner — but some were harsher. words that neither meant, thrown at the other without care or thought behind them, and actions that despite being little, spoke thousands.

when love begins to bring stress from the arguments, it brings along doubt, anger, and fear. the nagging feeling at the back of your mind that is constantly telling you that you don’t mean anything to them, that you can be easily replaced, that quitting is a valid choice — distance makes an appearance between the two of you.

but when one pulled away, the other reached and pulled them back. it was what love was.

—

sapnap and you had always been an honest couple. sharing everything and anything, never scared to speak your mind, and not afraid of confrontation. but with the both of you being strong willed and blunt, things could get tangled and rough in a matter of seconds — and as of lately, things were rough more than they were enjoyable. fights happened daily, food was consumed in silence, and you had gone to sleep in the guest bedroom. the distance that was now between the two of you was easily notable — even his viewers had noticed something in him had shifted.

with your laptop sat one your lap, you typed away — the assignment that was due in merely a week adding to the already present stress. everything had seemed to be going wrong lately — the topic you were given to research happened to be one of the topics that you had not been quite able to grasp, you had somehow lost your favourite pair of shoes, and everything with sapnap.

you love him, that wasn't something you questioned — but the thoughts of if it was worth it with the direction that the two of you were heading in, plagued your mind. did you want to put yourself through the pain that would come eventually? or did you want to protect yourself from it to the best of your ability?

the words you typed appeared on the screen quickly, but just as fast as they appeared, you were quick to erase them. everything you had typed didn’t quite come out the way you wanted them to — but no matter how much you deleted and retyped them, nothing else came to mind. it almost reminded you of sapnap and your relationship.

after every fight, an apology would be said, but nothing would change. within the next twenty-four hours or less, another one - just like the previous - would take place. you were backspacing, and then rewriting the same thing, over, and over again.

with a frustrated sigh, you closed the laptop and pushed it aside to where your books laid. your hand came up to harshly rub at your sore and tired eyes, wishing that a calm and restful sleep would overcome you. but that was simply a figment of hope that your brain came up with. you had too much to do, to be resting.

the thump of your feet hitting the ground, the loud cracks and pops from stiff joints, and a small grunt filled the room. after sitting in one position for hours, you'd expect your body to be stiff.

“stupid professor, and his stupid assignments,” you huffed as you exited your room, turning your head quitioningly towards sapnap’s recording room, waiting and listening for any sign of him streaming. with no sudden shouts, curses, or screams, you assumed he wasn't — that meant either two things, one, he was in your shared room, or he was downstairs. you hoped it was the previous.

tiptoeing down the stairs, you attempted not to make a noise in the case that he was on the main floor, not wanting to face him after your most recent fight. but the universe seemed to be working against you, as you saw his frame laying on the couch with a movie playing quietly on the tv.

despite being as quiet as you possibly could have been, he had noticed your entrance — his head tilted in your direction before turning his attention back to the movie with a now present frown.

he’s such a child.

then again you were no better.

this game of he said, they said was annoying to you — but in this situation, you felt as if you were correct, just like how he felt like he was correct. neither of you would admit that the other was just as right as you were, both desperate to take a win over the other.

grabbing your keys from the counter top, you started for the front door — your shoes easily being slipped on before you grabbed for the door handle.

“where are you going?” no movie could be heard playing anymore, making it easy to hear sapnap’s voice — something that had been spoken with an emotion that you refused to believe was there — worry.

“I’m just going to the convenience store.”

a small thump, followed by quick footsteps towards your directions caused an unwanted smile to appear on your face. but as quick as it appeared, it was wiped off. sapnap came around the corner, grabbing his shoes and not bothering to put them on — simply holding them in his hands as he gave you a shooing movement.

“c’mon. I’ll come with,” sapnap pushed passed you, through the front door, and towards your car in a haste.

“... okay then.” you closed the door behind you as you stepped out, making sure to lock it before heading to the drivers side — sapnap already sat comfortably inside with his knees and head facing his window.

he was still going to be stubborn, huh?

—

the drive was silent — not that you expected anything else. the music wasn’t even playing loudly — merely soft background noise to keep the both of you from going more insane then you already were. the drive itself should’ve been only six minutes top, had turned into ten — every light being red rather than the preferable green.

your car lurched forward as you angrily slammed your foot on the brake at yet another red light — sapnap and you being abruptly launched forward before coming back and hitting the seat.

“jesus, calm down would you?”

“don’t even start with me,” you didn’t have to look at him to see the way his eyes furrowed and frown deepened.

“what the hell is your problem lately-”

“what the hell is my problem?! you — you're my problem lately, sapnap!” you whipped your head over to him, watching the immediate look of hurt cross his face before it contorted into one anger.

“you know I’m trying here — I thought that us going out somewhere we usually go to would help us, but apparently I was wrong!” sapnap through his hands up in rage. “you make everything so difficult! why can’t you for once in your life, just stop arguing with everything I say and do?!”

the red light still shone brightly — no sign of it changing. and with no cars other than your own on the road at this time of night, there was nothing other than the deep breathing, and the quiet music playing from your radio. neither of you said a word — both of you still trying to wrap your head around not only the others, but your own words.

words that you never meant to, or should’ve said.

you turned your head away from him, trying to hide the way your eyes gleamed with fresh tears — but when they tried to make their way down your face, you brought your palms up to your eyes and pushed. the pressure of your palms helped keep not only the tears, but your anger in.

“Y/N i’m-”

“please can we just not?”

the apology was on the tip of his tongue.

“what are we doing?”

sapnap could feel his mouth run dry, and his chest tighten.

“what?”

“I mean… what are we doing?” your words came out strained and low, the effects of yelling and being yelled at hitting you full force. “this- us — what are we doing here?”

he didn’t know how to respond — the answer for your question had never crossed his mind. to him, despite the arguing and yelling, him and you would never end — it was the two of you till the end. but with you questioning everything right in front of him, he couldn’t help but panic.

“I’m- we’re-” he tried to put words together, but nothing made sense. he wrote and rewrote a script in his head, pleading for something to make sense, or at least help him bring you out of the hole of doubt and questioning you’ve dug yourself into.

nothing comes easily — not skill, not life, not love. you had to work for everything you have, and you will fall, and get scraped, and fail — but things could always be improved, as long as you fought for it.

“we’re doing something that is right — we’re right,” his words were not enough to make you look at him, but he saw your head lift slightly. “we’re not easy — we’re messy, and mean, and for some reason, stupidly stubborn… but that doesn’t mean that we aren't right — arent perfect in our own way,” your head turned more towards him. “we’re not easy, and to be honest, we never will be. that’s just us. and right now, we're in a rocky part — but just because it won’t come easily, doesn't mean that the road we’re on won’t even out once again. you need to trust me, just like I need to trust you.”

a green light shone down onto the two of you, telling you to go — but just like before, no cars were around. it was just him and you.

“I love you Y/N — and don’t you ever forget or doubt that. I’m an asshole sometimes, but I’d never lie to you about that.”

you wished that the seatbelt that held you stills against your seat could vanish so you could tackle him with a hug — but your place on the road, and the now approaching car from behind stopped you from doing so. pushing lightly on the gas, you went through the green light, and pulled into the convenience store that you had been on your way to.

sapnap watched as you pulled yourself from the car quickly, the sense of ache and worry taking over his body as he pulled himself out of the car after you. “look, I’m sorry-” a body crashed into his own, nerely knocking him to the ground — harsh, shaking shoulders and wetness was felt against his chest.

“I’m so sorry — for everything,” you didn’t try to hide your sobs — with the heat of everything going on, you knew it was better to let everything out then to bottle it up. “and I love you so much, you don't even know — everything sucks without you by my side.”

he couldn't stop the tears that filled his own eyes — finally able to hold you again despite the circumstances and what it took to get here. burying his face into the side of your neck, he let his tears fall — the both of you standing, swaying slightly as you let everything go.

you don’t know how long you stayed in the position, but you didn’t care to keep track — your only focus being the boy pressed against you, holding you tightly to his chest, as he whispered soft words of love and apologies.

it wouldn’t come easily, but the least you could do was try.

[roulettefeel]

His Favorite Number

A list of advantages we could say that Mr. 0.0% has received in the death game.

First trial:

- As far as we know there was no way for him to die in his first trial, so he automatically places above everyone else who unfortunately died.

- Explanation of how the Main Game works, including foreknowledge that the rule written on the back of the role cards is just there to scare participants. Resulting consequence:

He was never going to mistakenly pick up the sacrifice card

His knowledge was a tool given to him to use as he wished, and under the Sou persona he used it to manipulate Kanna to follow along with his plan for dealing with the main game. +1 vote on his side is powerful.

A possibly minor point here but his first trial ended quickly enough that he could erase his name off the chalkboard and every floormaster respects his name change enough to not out his secret (until Midori’s floor where participants already know about it anyway). It’s possible the Sou persona is an accounted for advantage because.... (long post continued under cut)

Because we know this to be an event from a simulation, we can reasonably say AI Shin in the simulations is known to take Sou’s name and the effects this has on his chances are accounted for.

Practice Vote

There is no strong evidence here. May take note that in Shin’s nightmare his shadow told him to vote decisively if he wants to live and there is a fair chance that Shin was Mishima’s #3 vote.

Kai’s laptop

To Shin’s perspective the laptop being left out was an advantage left to anyone that contained time limited hints.

Shin’s personal advantage in this scenario is being the resident computer nerd hackerman so he is among those most likely to unlock the laptop. Which is a skill directly influenced by the real Sou Hiyori, whether or not Shin was already into computers before Hiyori began teaching him.

Resulting consequences:

Because Shin got into Kai’s laptop and read the emails he was able to pin enough suspicion on Kai to keep votes off of himself regardless of his antagonistic behavior in the main game.

Actually while we’re on the subject let’s just highlight this point

Sou Hiyori’s computer lessons

Shin gravitated towards the laptop for death game clues, he survived the first main game because Kai was deemed a more acceptable (and less risky due to other advantages at play) target.

Shin happened to “find” a laptop charger, keeping the laptop both relevant and under Shin’s control. Useful for when the group was making trade deals for the information contained within, especially when Shin hit a roadblock of needing information from Sara to unlock more files.

Point of suspicion: How does Shin know what to do with Ranger’s chip? We do not know how far advanced Asunaro’s technology is, but we do know Shin can effectively use it.

Because he could use Ranger’s chip, Shin could set up an escape attempt for the group. This directly contributes to the argument in the 2nd main game that he’s too useful to kill off.

Point of suspicion: How does Shin know what to do to activate the Joe AI?

The computer wouldn’t even turn on when Sara inspected it.

Even more worrying, chapter 3-1 implies you might need an asunaro ID card to access the AIs. However I’m drifting into speculation territory here.

Misc Chapter 2 Advantages

Because Shin had the stun gun with a single use charge in it he had free reign to choose how to effectively use it, and he used it to take control of where he wanted the sacrifice card to go.

The smartphone was probably intended for Kanna primarily as an advantage to her in some way, however what effects Kanna effects Shin. Had Shin been capable of Sou Hiyori’s level of malice and manipulation it’s possible the cruel phone message could have been a tool for Shin to break Kanna away from Sara so her loyalties would not be split between “big sis” Sara and (big bro) Shin that resulted in the heartbreak we got in the second main game. Being so loving and kind and compassionate is what gets both Kanna and Shin on the chopping block.

I haven’t picked up on any particular advantage Shin might have had in chapter 3-1, but this is already a very long list considering I can barely think of any advantage the other low percentage candidates may have received beyond the assumption that the phone message was intended to raise Kanna’s chances in some manner and advantages are an easy explanation for how Gin sometimes seems like he knows too much.

All this stuff has probably been said before, but I am glad to have gotten confirmation on the theory that Shin has been receiving advantages throughout the death game.

[ynsimagines]

Supergirl Request: B!D Gets shot.

Lena had offered you a job as her  assistant upon college graduation. You were a hard worker and wanted a well paying job. You knew Lena before getting the job from interacting with her at game nights or karaoke. You always found yourself drawn to her she was powerful and strong willed. But you also saw a softer, kinder side.

 Alex insisted that you take a black armored DEO vehicle to work everyday. As your older sister she was extremely protective, she would not hear an argument against it. You even tried to convince Kara that it was extreme, but there was no getting through to her either. But today all the safety precautions didn’t seem to work today. It was supposed to be a slow at L Corp. One of answering emails, and phone calls, but someone managed to break in getting past Lena’s security. 

You would later learn that Morgan Edge had hired a couple of Hitmen for Lena’s monthly assassinations attempt. Unfortunately you ended up getting caught in the crossfires. Lena had told you to run get somewhere safe and save yourself, but you of course refused to leave her.

The pain didn't hit you at first the need to get yourself and Lena to safety came first. “Y/N, you just got shot” Lena placed her hands gently on your shoulders as you realized you were slowly falling to the ground. That’s when you felt the worst pain in your lower stomach. You could also feel the shirt clinging to you because of the blood.

“Stay with me,” Lena said. Her voice was sounding farther and farther away. “Supergirl!” she called out to your sister who had arrived a touch to late.

.

Beeping. that’s the first thing you heard. There was a dull ache in your stomach.

“Y/N,” you heard Alex say quietly you opened your eyes to see that you were in the DEO med bay Alex was sitting in the chair next to you holding your hand looking worse for wear. You looked to the other side and noticed your blonde sister was sitting in the chair on your other side half of her body slumped over on your bed she was still asleep and hadn't even taken off her super suit. “What happened Alex, why am I in the DEO?” You asked slightly panicked.

“Shh, you’re okay” she said gently stroking your hair. “You got shot with a bullet today while you were at work.”

The talking seemed to wake Kara up slowly. She looked confused than relieved when her eyes landed on you, “Little one, thank Rao you’re okay.”

You nodded, “can I have some water” you rasped. Your blonde sister grabbed the cup that was next to you and helped you take a sip before putting it back down. Kara felt extremely guilty for what happened to you. She hadn’t gotten to you quickly enough. Of course Supergirl had flown to L Corp as soon as she got the alert, but the hitman had been expecting Supergirl and one managed to hold her off until it was too late. What kind of Superhero cant protect her own baby sister?

“How are you feeling, sweetheart? Are you in any pain?” Asked Alex. 

“A little, but its manageable,” you said reassuringly. But Alex didn't even want you to have the slightest discomfort and slightly increased your pain meds. The more you looked at Alex the more you started to realize how tired she looked she had purple circles under her eyes and you realize she must not have hardly slept if at all.

“How long have I been unconscious?”

“About 24 hours,” Alex said looking at her watch. Your oldest sister also felt incredibly guilty. She was supposed to protect you and keep you safe. The DEO should’ve gotten there faster, and she never should’ve let you work at L Corp.

Your sisters managed to fill you in a little more on what happened, “I’m so sorry  Little one,” said Kara “this is my fault I should’ve gotten to you and Lena sooner.”

You shook you head, “No Kara this isn’t your fault. I know you were held up even Supergirl cant be in two places at once.”

“She’s right Kara its not your fault it’s mine,” said Alex. “I should’ve gotten there sooner, and I never should’ve agreed to let you work at LCorp.”

“Oh my God you two are being ridiculous.” you said causing them to both look at you surprised. “Alex you got there as quickly as you could, I’m an adult and make my own decisions about where I work,” you said giving her a pointed look. “Besides if I wasn’t there Lena would’ve been shot, and I know you wouldn’t want that either.”

“Speaking of Lena, is she okay?” You asked worried.

“She’s fine, little one we sent her home to get some rest,” answered Kara.

Alex nodded, “Lena is really worried about you kiddo, didn't want to leave.”

 You felt touched that Lena cared so much about you. You yawned starting to feel tired. “Get some rest sweetheart, you need it,” said Kara leaning down to kiss your forehead followed by Alex doing the same. 

.

You woke up a couple of hours later to find that your sisters had stepped out, and you were in the presence of none other than Lena Luthor. She was sitting on her laptop typing away and hadn’t yet noticed your presence until she suddenly looked up.

“Y/N, darling you’re awake. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?” Asked Lena worried as she walked over to you.

“No, I’m not in pain. Where are my sisters?” You asked looking around.

“They went home to take a shower and eat something,” she said gently rubbing your arm. You nodded “they’ll be back soon.”

You took a deep breath, “Lena I’m really sorry about what happened at L Corp.”

Lena immediately shook her head, “What? Y/N, none of what happened is your fault. If anything its mine. You’re like a sister to me and I failed to keep you safe. ”

You wanted to reply to her, but after that admission you didn't quite know what to say. “I completely understand if you dont want to work at L Corp anymore. I’ll even help you find a new job,” said Lena.

“But Lena I don’t want another job. I love working at L Corp so much. Yeah sure I got hurt, but I’m gonna be okay, and what happened to me isn’t your fault its Morgan Edges’.”

“What about your sisters?”

“What about them? you answered. It’s my decision. If Alex is upset about it I’ll deal with her,” you said knowing Lena would be worried about Alex getting mad at her. 

“Okay sweetheart, I want you to take some time off to get better, and I’m going to increase the security. You will never get hurt under my watch again.”

You nodded, “Lena?” You asked causing the other women to look back at you. “I also love you like a sister, I’m glad you’re a part of our family.” 

Lena had to take a deep breath just to keep herself from bursting into tears she leant down and gave you a gentle hug careful not to hurt you, “that means so much sweetheart, thank you for saying that I love you too.”

.

You winced as Alex inspected and cleaned your bullet wound. Today was the fourth day of being in the DEO after you had been shot. Your sisters and Lena all took turns being by your side. On the second day the assassins' were found and arrested along with Morgan Edge but not before getting roughed up by Agent Danvers.

When you woke up you had been feeling some pain where the bullet hit you. When Alex went to inspect it she realized your wound had a mild infection. 

“How bad is it, is she going to be okay?” Kara asked as she held your hand.

“Can I still go home today?” you asked tired of being stuck in the DEO with nothing to do except watch Netflix.

“It’s just a minor infection,” said Alex. “You’ll need to take some antibiotics, but once I clean it there’s no need to keep you here any longer.”

“I’m going to be working from home for a while to look after you, little one,” said Kara.

“I still have to go into work, but I’m going to stay the night at yours and Kara’s apartment for the week. And Lena’s gonna stay with you while we go on patrol,” added Alex.

You smiled, you had the best family ever. 

“Sweetheart, we know your an adult and can make your own decisions,” said Kara looking at Alex pointedly. “And what happened wasn't in any way your fault.”

“We just want you to remember that your not invincible,” said Alex sitting on your bed after she finished cleaning your wound and removed her gloves. “That bullet could’ve killed you,  just promise us you wont jump in front of a gun ever again.”

“I Promise,” you knew that if you had the chance to potentially save your sisters, Lena, or any other member of your family from dying you would no matter the cost, but you weren't up for having that conversation right now.

“Can you guys also promise me something? That you’ll get some sleep, and eat something substantial. You both look exhausted the last thing we need is for one of you to collapse. And get Lena to do the same,” your sisters smile at this. You’re always so concerned about others even while you’re lying in a hospital bed with a hole in your stomach. 

“Alright we promise Sweet girl,” said Kara kissing your forehead.

 “Can we have pizza tonight?” You asked causing both your sisters to laugh for the first time in days. 

Later that night when Lena came to the apartment she found you and your sisters fast asleep on the couch.

[calumrose]

"I would've had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn't want to disturb you" with best friend!Ash pls Leah 🥺🥺🥺😴🙏

I feel like these requests are taking me a lot longer than what they should, so I’m sorry! I really wanted to make this romantic and had to remind myself that it was best friend!ash and not boyfriend!ash lmfao! Anyway, I hope I did enough and you enjoy it!

Prompt –   “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

You could hear the rain pattering against your bedroom window as you lay awake in the hours of the early morning, your eyes remaining closed as you basked for a few extra minutes in the peaceful ambience that engulfed your bedroom. 

It was Sunday from what you could recall, the memories of the night before being almost ignored, the late hour and long-lasting laughter carrying out into the night blurring the events as they remained as the only memories you were able to pull to mind. 

It wasn’t your usual way to spend a Saturday night, but what better way to spend it than tucked up on the sofa, blankets spread over you, snacks on the table, with a bad movie marathon filling up the empty hours of a quiet night. You spent endless hours, smirking and giggling at the cheesy romantic lines of Danny Zuko as he flirted with Sandy Olsson, making poor attempts at imitating the deep voice of Bruce Wayne, and even starting a semi-heated argument over whether you were team Edward or team Jacob. Let’s just say that you called it a night after that one…

But even throughout the laughter-filled movie marathon and the endless number of snacks you ate; you had probably the best company you could have asked for that night. He didn’t even have to be there, he had other plans – you knew he did, and yet, he still came when you called him. The intention had been for him to come over and hang out, to meet up and spend a few hours together since it had been a while since you spent the night just hanging out alone, but before you knew it, the clock shifted from eleven to three and the last thing you remembered was hearing the clatter of the remote connecting with the coffee table before feeling someone lift you up, strong arms holding you close to a warm chest as they carried you through the house.

You were still in the sweatpants and t-shirt from yesterday, the fabric still soft and warm against your skin, protecting you from the cold that threatened to coat the air from the outside of your window. Your cheek was pressed against the skin of his arm as you lay in bed, your fingers having slipped between him some time throughout the night, lacing together like the fitting pieces of a puzzle, your eyes settling on the dull sky that you could see through the glass, the patter of the rain reminding you of little light clicking of a keyboard as you’d type away on your laptop, the small, rapid raindrops subtly reminding you that you had a few things that you needed to get done, a few emails that needed answers, a few projects that needed to be sent off.

It’s too early to think about that, you told yourself. There would be time for that later.

And you weren’t the only one who thought so.

“Next time you suggest we watch all of the Twilight movies in one go, I’m leaving you to have your movie night alone,” The voice grumbled from next to you, causing you to turn your head in his direction so you faced him, the rough, gravelly nature that laced his voice reminding you of a deep bass riff, the sound vibrating through you almost beautifully. “You have absolutely no taste in movies.”

“That’s the point in a bad movie night, Ashton,” You couldn’t hold back the playful eye roll, an amused laugh escaping your slightly chapped lips at his remark, “We’re supposed to watch the bad movies and hate every second of it – it’s what makes it fun.”

“I have a feeling your idea of fun is very different to mine,”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t, you still don’t say no when I suggest it every time, and we always have this exact same conversation the morning after,” You pursed your lips, turning onto your side, your cheek still resting on his arm that was outstretched beneath you, the warm tattooed skin was soft beneath your own, your eyes catching a glimpse of the red and black moon tattoos that travelled along his forearms, your finger coming up and lightly tracing the circumference of each individual moon before prodding the largest one and blowing a raspberry in Ashton’s direction.

Your morning boredom was beginning to set in, the lack of stimulation starting to take effect as you lay in the quiet of your room, both not quite fully awake yet as the sheets lay half across your bodies and half on the floor.

“I don’t want to move,” You spoke into the room, not necessarily towards Ashton, but instead more out into the general universe, announcing your tired disapproval towards the act of getting out of bed. Although your stomach was not a fan of your statement, the low grumble feeling like a small balloon had just burst inside of your stomach as the sound made itself heard. Maybe breakfast wasn’t such a bad idea…

You flickered your eyes up towards Ashton, a friendly yet coy smile curling at your lips as you shuffled forward a little, moving your head slightly further up his arm, your cheek now resting in the crook of his elbow, nose merely inches away his bicep. Your eyes met as you lay there, the golden hazel of the black-haired man swirling around like a hypnotic tide had you mustering up the best doe eyes you could, silently sending the request you always made when he stayed over.

Will you go and make some breakfast please?

“Bat your eyelashes all of you want, I’m not getting up yet,” Ashton could read your mind, you were sure of it, knowing the silent request that was being fired towards him through the shine in your eyes, lashes fluttering lovingly towards your best friend as you tried to be as painfully sweet as possible. You were both unbearably sweet on one another, having the kind of relationship that burned like a gentle fire, the warm flames kindling from years before and continuing to burn comfortably as you grew closer and remained friends throughout the trials and tribulations you each faced throughout your life. 

“What do you mean ‘you’re not getting up yet’? Ash, you always make breakfast when you stay, it’s routine!” You couldn’t hold back the giggle that fell from your lips, fingertips playfully jabbing into his ribs, smiling at his reaction, his body naturally and sharply jolting away from you, attempting to get out of your reach although the weight of your head on his arm didn’t allow for him to move very far. 

“You see, I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to disturb you,” Ashton spoke through a yawn, his eyes bunching closed as his nose scrunched up as his chest gently shook with the intensity of his yawn, his free arm tensing as he reached out, muscles bulging slightly as the limb was freed from the corner of the duvet. “You looked too peaceful to wake up.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“I didn’t actually say that,” Ashton smirked, arm coming to rest between you, index finger pointing towards you, “You’re putting words in my mouth and you’re trying to start a fight you know you can’t win.”

“Uh huh, big man, we both know who wins the games out of the two of us,” Your eyes rolled, palm wrapping around his large index finger as you waved it around a little, smirking at the childish nature that slowly creeping into the atmosphere between the two of you. 

You both caught each other’s eyes from across the sheets, smirks twitching at one another’s lips, legs itching to move as you debated freeing yourself from the confinements of the falling duvet and racing downstairs like a child would do on Christmas morning. 

“Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal,” Ashton spoke up into the momentary silence, the smirk still threatening to spill from his lips, “I’ll race you downstairs and whoever loses has to make breakfast – or even better; loser gets the worst plate.”

“Oh god, you were one of those kids who looked between two plates and gave the smallest one to the other person, weren’t you?” 

Ashton looked at you with mock offence, hand coming to rest against his chest, jaw dropping slightly as he let out a dramatic gasp as he responded, “Am I really that predictable?”

“Just a bit.”

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Send me a soft/blush prompt & I’ll write a blurb for it! :)

[another-sonic-blog]

Dark Prince

Prompt: "Amy all of a sudden started to feel like she is really ugly and wants to undergo surgery when Shadow heard about that he freaked out."- Spikeeeee

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The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. I didn’t want this face, I didn’t like it. I didn’t like the small freckles on my cheeks, my round nose, nor the way my double chin would show up every time I smiled.

Just everything about myself... disgusted me.

It has begun with my body, I wasn’t well proportioned. There was fat in the parts I didn’t want it to be, and flat skin where I wanted something else to be there. I thought that my face would make up for the mistake but as I stared into the mirror, I realized that the only good thing about it, was the green tint in my eyes.

It wasn’t enough, I wasn’t enough.

I tried to apply makeup once to see if that would help me, but the moment I stepped out into the street, people staring at me with a look of concern in their face, I decided to never do it again.

And no I wasn’t doing it to get a boy’s attention. I was doing it for myself, so one day I could finally look at the mirror and like what I see.

“Are you sure about this honey?”

Rouge, my closest friend looked at me confused. She was probably the most beautiful creature alive, I had to admit that sometimes I would get jealous of her. She was blessed with good looks and she knew it. She had confidence and that only made her more beautiful.

“Yes, I think this would make me feel better”

“I don’t see a problem with “fixing” something you don’t like about yourself in order to get more confidence. But I do believe that that confidence you are seeking for is not suddenly going to appear because you had a nose job”, Rouge rolled around my bed trying to get a better look at myself. I pretended to be doing work on my laptop, indeed to say she was so beautiful that sometimes it would intimidate me. I didn’t look away from my laptop but I could feel her staring at me.

“I’ll try to work on it Rouge, I know it sounds kinda sudden but I have honestly been thinking about it for a year now... I think this is definitely for me”, I added as I took enough courage to turn my chair to face her.

“Are you sure this is not to please a boy or anybody else, right?”, Rouge straightened up as she gently rested herself on the edge of my bed, facing me directly to get her point across.

“Definitely but... don’t you think it’s a bit weird? I am 20 and I never had a boyfriend before.”

“No, of course not! Everyone is different when it comes to dating, so don’t ever feel pressure because of that.”

But Amy did. Even her own parents found it strange that at 17 she had never brought home a boy before.

“Your mother and I wanted to ask you... if you like girls? Because if you do that’s completely fine, we still love you and-“

Amy stopped listening, she couldn’t tell her parents that it wasn’t that she didn’t like boys. It was that boys didn’t like her.

“You are right.”

Amy didn’t sound completely satisfied and Rouged noticed that she only agreed with her to avoid an argument.

If Amy could just understand how she is way more than just ‘pretty’.

Rouge pleaded for nothing but that.

.

.

.

“You were completely lost today’s meeting, what’s wrong with you?”

Rouge snapped out of her trance and noticed the ‘Dark Prince’ in front of her. Or so that’s what the ladies in G.U.N. call him. She looked at Shadow and really wonder what the females see him. He was sarcastic, had terrible fashion sense and had an addiction to black coffee. Maybe it was because they were different species, but she definitely found Knuckles way more attractive than him.

“I know, I was just thinking about a friend.”

“You are the leader of Team Dark, I believe you should really focus on meetings, especially in this one since the commander just explained our next mission.”, Shadow said as he poured another cup of coffee into his mug.

“What?! Oh, Chaos...You are right, I should really separate my work with my personal life-.”

Shadow then suddenly slide a notebook in front of Rouge. She looked at her side to find him taking a sip of his coffee delicately. “It’s my notes, everything you need is there. Feel free to keep it.” Shadow then sat down in front of her, sip by sip finishing his coffee.

Rouge smiled as she holds the notebook dearly. So this was why they called him the ‘Dark Prince’. It wasn’t only that, she remembered once that a co-worker of theirs had expressed how sad she was because they were closing the flower shop in front of G.U.N and she wouldn’t be able to see the flowers from her window anymore.

The next morning, Rouge found Shadow placing flowers all over their co-workers’ workplace.

At first, she thought that Shadow might like her, but it wasn’t until she noticed that Shadow was just nice like that.

Like when the commander assistant had forgotten to write her report and Shadow stayed with her all night to help her finish it.

Or like when he helped the mechanic's team test their new vehicle’s resistance with his Chaos Spear multiple times without telling them that it hurts him to do them constantly.

“Thank you.”

“No problem... but it might help you telling me about this friend of yours if you want.”

It wasn’t just that, it was the small things. Shadow was extremely caring, he might not show it often. But Shadow cares for everyone in G.U.N. He listened to the entrance guard for three hours straight about how he had problems with his wife and never complained about it.

“Well...”. Rouge adjusted herself, “It’s about Amy, you remember her-“

Next thing she knew. Shadow had spilled his coffee from his mouth.

“Are you alright?!”, Rouge had never seen Shadow spilled coffee like before and she had to admit that it was even comical.

“Yeah, the coffee was just too hot”, Shadow tried to keep his cool but was failing at it miserably.

“Coffee is never too hot for you tho”

“It was this time.”

“Well... like I was saying...”, Rouge give one last look at Shadow before continuing her story. “Amy, it’s going to have plastic surgery for her nose and I don’t know, something about it doesn’t fully convince me. I am not against plastic surgery but I feel like Amy definitely doesn’t need it.”

“Oh no, she absolutely does not need it. Has she seen herself in a mirror? She’s completely gorgeous-.” Shadow stopped himself, already cursing himself for not keeping his composure.

“I didn’t know you had a thing for pink hedgehogs.” Rouge teases him, who would have thought that the Dark Prince had a crush on Amy Rose.

Wait, it all made sense now. For some reason, every single Monday since a year ago, Shadow would get late to work. Instead of coming to work at 9:00, he would come at 9:30. Which is weird because Shadow being the Ultimate Life-form and being the perfectionist he is, it wouldn’t seem he was the type to do that. Amy was the owner of her own business called “Momo Cafe.”

Amy has told her once that every Monday, Shadow shows up to buy black coffee.

Rouge had never really thought on it before, she thought that it was just Shadow being the coffee lover that he was. But now that she thinks about...

Shadow had never liked coffee before Amy opened her cafe, which was around one year ago. Since then, Rouge had always seen Shadow with a cup of black coffee on his hand.

“Oh, Shadow you don’t have a crush on Amy... You love her don’t you?”

Shadow hated how good Rouge was at these things.

“Me? You perfectly know I don’t have time for that.”, Shadow tried to play it off but both of them knew that it was game over for him.

“True, you don’t have time for that... but you know who does? Sonic.”, Rouge already knew his weakness and was ready to play her cards well. “You know another thing? Amy told me that one of the reasons she was doing surgery was so Sonic could notice her.”

“What? Why would she want the attention of that faker?”, Shadow’s voice raises and Rouge knew that he just needed a little push.

“Oh, well, Amy really wants a boyfriend and I don’t blame her. After all, everyone needs affection once in a while and who better to give it to her than the worldwide hero Sonic the Hedgehog? It’s not like there’s someone out there as strong and confident like him...” Rouge just need one more sentence to finish him. “... or maybe there is?”

“What do you mean?”

She had him now.

“You know what I mean... there’s a ton of boys who want to date Amy. She receives flowers every day from different guys at the cafe... maybe one of these days she would say yes to one of them.”

“...oh...”

Rouge looked at Shadow who seems to be in deep thought. He kept taking sips of his coffee until he finished it and he stared in into the cup in silence.

Was this it? Really? All of this lies for nothing? Was Shadow not gonna do anything about it? She literally told him that Amy was willing to go under surgery in order to please society and he just gonna sit there and-

“Rouge, can you cover up for me for a while?”

Oh, there we go again, Dark Prince.

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It was already late and the sun had begun to set. Amy was about to close her cafe for today. She pulled out her keys but as she looked into the inside of the cafe one last time, she noticed a figure behind her being reflected on the door’s crystal. She turned around to find her number one customer, Shadow the Hedgehog.

“Hey, Amy”

“Hey, Shadow. How are you being? I haven’t seen you since...well, this morning”, Amy goggle a little bit and Shadow’s heartbeat stopped for a second.

“Yeah, um actually I um... wanted to talk to you for a bit if you don’t mind.”

Amy really wasn’t feeling like it but Shadow has become her number one client and he didn’t want to disappoint just yet.

“Sure, would you like to come inside?”, Amy made a gesture with her hand, showing the inside of the cafe. The lights were off but nothing that she couldn’t handle. Shadow was ashamed to make Amy do so much for him but thought to himself that this was utterly necessary.

Shadow nodded and Amy turned around to open the door once again.

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The sight was lovely. It was quiet, but not too much. The lights were dim and the aroma of the coffee made the scene almost to perfect. Seeing Amy sitting in front of him as she peacefully drank her coffee made him think that this could potentially a date if he wanted to make it so but in his fantasies this was already made a million times.

“I didn’t know you were a fan of black coffee too, ”Shadow asked the pink hedgehog in front of him who look up to him with her emerald eyes.

“I love all types of coffee... I guess that’s why I opened up a cafe... which to be honest I didn’t think it was going to grow so fast.” Amy responded.

“Why is that?”

“Well, when I opened Momo Cafe I had no money left for advertisement. However, two weeks after I opened, someone called making a bunch of orders to be delivered at different companies throughout the city... I was baffled that guy almost spent 1,000 dollars on coffee. I was really blessed because after that; the companies that I sent coffee to buy coffee from me every day.”, Amy ended her story with a melancholic smile on her face. “If I had the opportunity, I wished I could thank him.”

“Seems like you had luck... you shouldn’t question your success too much. You work hard for it after all.”, Shadow took another sip of his coffee, missing the flavor of it.

“I think you are right.”

“You are a successful young woman, educated who also possess incredible qualities... you must have a lot of suitors.”

There, Shadow was going now straight to the point. He wasn’t one to lose his cool so easily but when it came down to Amy... well things don’t usually go his way.

“Well... not really...I don’t think I fit their beauty standards.”

Shadow notices that the question had made her feel uncomfortable but there was no way out now and he had to keep pushing to make her realize.

“I think you are mistaken... guys don’t talk to you because they are intimidated of you... “

“Really?”

“Yes, Amy you are beyond beautiful but you are more than a pretty face.", Shadow waited for Amy's reaction. Her eyes shone and her face was nothing but red.

"You...you really think that way Shadow?."

Amy couldn't believe what the Dark Prince was telling her. Yes, she knew the title that Shadow holds, how all the girls were over him and how none of them interested Shadow.

She was starting to believe what Shadow was saying may be true. Because Shadow could be many things, but he wasn't a liar.

"Amy, if only you could see how your freckles look like the stars, how your cute round nose wrinkles whenever you smell something you like or the way your double chin shows when you smile...Amy, you are like the entire universe in one person." The sight in front of him encouraged him to continued and without knowing, he kept babbling just letting his emotions take over him.

They shared a silence in which Shadow suffered the most. He still couldn't say his true feelings, but if it was for Amy, then maybe...just maybe he could.

"I don't why I suddenly feel this way. It wasn't much of a problem before but realizing how I never had anyone to be with...I just thought that I was the problem and I wanted to fix that problem even if that was just a bit. It is still a bit hard to believe your words...but Shadow... right now your words mean the world to me."

Shadow was ready to say it all. The adrenaline was taking over him, he felt his cheeks could burst at how hot they were. He straightens up, cleared his voice and was ready to say that three-word sentence. Instead, Shadow received the epiphany of his life, something that changed him.

Not even in his deepest fantasy, he imaged this could happen.

Amy's face brightens up and whispered that three-word sentence he was waiting for her to say for so long:

"Shadow, thank you."

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A/n: dedicated to those who can't see the stars in their freckles.

[ellebabywrites]

SISU - Zhang Yixing

Type : Oneshot // Mafia!au // Angst // Smut

Word Count : 3878

Author Note : This is a birthday surprise request for @exogotmethirsty !! Happy Birthday my lovely and I hope you like this Lay story !! 💕🥰💛 ( this isn’t proof read because I had to do some stuff after I’d finished so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes 😬)

You’d wanted a fresh start , a do-over , to hit the reset button on the disaster that was your life . So naturally you did what everyone does in a quarter life crisis and moved away to an unfamiliar city , far from everyone you knew . Perfect .

Things had been going fairly well your first week in town despite everything being so unfamiliar . You’d finished setting up your apartment , finally getting all of your books organised and photos from back home framed and set up around the place ; found a perfect little cafe you can work from and even found what you’d thought was a good route for your late night runs , leading you past the river and back around to your apartment complex . Well , you had thought it was a good route right up till this very moment , where you stood completely lost on the corner of the street .

It was dark now and still being unfamiliar with the neighbourhood you felt uneasy . Every muscle in your body was begging for a hot shower and some rest , if you could only figure out the way back .

“Need some help ?” A voice spoke from behind you making you jump in surprise . Awkwardly laughing off the embarrassment while placing a hand on your chest , trying to calm your heart , you looked at the man in front of you . Not one to be naïve to the situation you promptly shook you head , “no thanks , I’m good” and with a soft smile you turned away and walked down whichever road , not wanting to be left alone with a stranger in the dark , hoping it would lead you back to the warmth of your place .

After a minute of walking you heard footsteps approaching you from behind , glancing to the side you saw it was the same man . Your heart began thumping rapidly in your chest as a state of panic swept over . You sped up your pace slightly before the man had reached out and grabbed hold of your wrist .

“Do you even know where you are ? It’s not safe around here .” His grip on you was firm but not painful and his eyes read more worried than predatory . Seeing you staring back at him slightly panicked and speechless , he gently released your wrist and let out a deep sigh .

“Look I’m sorry for scaring you but it’s really not safe out this late and you look pretty lost . Where do you live ? I’ll walk you home .”

Taking a moment to look him over preparing for anything to happen , you swallowed the lump in your throat and eyed him cautiously .

“I don’t even know you .” His eyes lit up slightly hearing you finally answer him, “I’m Lay . Now you know me , c’mon I’ll make sure you get back safely .” He gestured you to follow him and for some reason you did . Not feeling the uneasiness you had initially, you spoke up again , “You don’t know where I live .” Lay stopped walking and spun around to meet you with a playful grin , “Then you should tell me huh ?”

Looking around trying to figure it out alone , the ache in your legs remind you that you’re truly screwed without accepting his help . Sighing and looking into his eyes for any signs of malice once more , you give in and tell him your address .

“Great , well it’s definitely not this way ,” he laughs pointing the direction you were heading, “c’mon it’s not far.” The two of you start walking back towards your apartment .

“New around here....?” Lay asks , trailing off at the absence of your name, “Y/N and Yeah , I uh - I just moved here” you answered shyly, not being able to hold eye contact with him . Lay was possibly the most beautiful person you’d ever seen and not even with the current situation could you deny the way he was making you blush . Still , he was a stranger . A very pretty stranger , but a stranger nonetheless and you remained weary of him .

“Well Y/N , some advice from someone who knows this place well , you shouldn’t come out here alone this late again. It’s not safe .” He tells you , looking deep into your eyes with a stern expression telling you he was serious .

“Why not ? Why isn’t it safe ?” Your curiosity and distaste for being told what to do bubbling up , now you were the one looking at him , waiting for some explanation . Lay looked back at you and smiled , ruffling your hair as if the pair of you were close friends , “don’t worry about it , just , stay safe .” He turned back to face forward and saw your building was just up ahead , “there you go , back safe and sound” you followed his eyes and the relief that ran through you at the sight of the familiar building had you letting out a sigh of content .

“Thank you Lay , I would have been wondering around all night” you laugh gently and move to look up at him . Lay stares back and offers a warm smile , reaching out yet again to pet your hair, “no problem Y/N just don’t get lost again, “ his face hardening slightly he continues “I’m serious about it not being safe , especially for a pretty girl like you .”

Before you can react he’s sending you a playful wink and walking away , leaving you to stand outside and watch him as he goes , wondering what the hell that meant.

As you made your way inside your apartment and then the shower , your mind kept wondering back to Lay’s words . Its not safe . What did he mean by that ? You hadn’t seen anybody else while you were out , there wasn’t a particularly high crime rate in the area (not as high as anywhere else at least) , what had made him so adamant about it not being safe for you ? Seeing the time you decide to ignore those questions for now , you allow yourself to crawl into bed and drift to sleep , much to the relief of your sore muscles .

After leaving Y/N , Lay’s phone started ringing , letting out a groan at who was obviously calling and the scolding he was inevitably about to receive , he reluctantly picked up.

”Where the hell are you !?”

“Relax I’m on my way back now” he answered calmly.

“Yeah you better be , what the fuck were you thinking leaving your post ? You left Chen to sweep the area alone !”

“I did sweep the area , there was a civilian out so I took her home , calm down Suho I’m almost back at the base you can yell at me there . ”

Hanging up , Lay moves quickly through the empty streets , anxiously preparing for his leaders reaction to both him leaving while on the job and now hanging up on him mid-yell . Being apart of EXO meant that Lay’s focus was always on the team , ruthlessly doing their job ; but seeing you look so innocent running around their territory completely lost , he couldn’t help but take pity and offer help . Seeing your big eyes glistening up at him in uncertainty , hearing your voice stutter as you tried not seem too afraid - somehow you had pulled at his heartstrings and he now felt that taking care of you was going to be another responsibility . One he was more than happy to have .

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Weeks went by since that first meeting with Lay and you had yet see him again . Falling into a routine , your new life was beginning to feel much more comfortable .

Most days you spent at the cafe working on your blog and arranging meetings with clients . Being an already established beauty blogger you’d easily managed to make connections with local brands and companies who wanted their products featured . So here you sat yet again , empty coffee cups surrounding your laptop as you furiously typed away trying to finish up a piece about skin care . The messy bun from this morning now drooping into some type of knot at your shoulders and strained eyes from staring at a screen all day really completing the look of exhausted you were definitely going for .

It was real miracle that you’d found this place . A strong WiFi connection matched with the calm atmosphere and smell of vanilla making it an ideal place to camp out all day and work ; as well as the more than accommodating staff that kept you topped up on coffee . It had become your safe haven . One that was promptly interrupted when you heard someone pull up the chair in front of you .

“Hello again ,“ a familiar voice said making you look up , “Lay ?” He looked beautiful again . Dark hair messily falling onto his face ; doe eyes taking in your slightly disheveled state “working hard I see “ he teased smirking at you . Leaning back on his chair to make himself at home , you realise he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon .

“Yes actually , did you need something ?” You quipped . It wasn’t his fault you were in a bad mood but you were seriously behind and needed to get this article posted today , no time for whatever game he seemed to think was going on between the two of you .

Lay found you irritability rather amusing and for a second wondered how far he could push it , but right now there were more urgent matters to discuss .

“I need you .” Was all he said . Face stoic and eyes dark , no hint he was kidding from his voice .

“E-excuse me ?” The confession taking you by surprise and snapping you out of the mood you’d been in . Hands starting to sweat from the tension , you shifted under his gaze .

“I need you to come with me Y/N .” Lay kept his voice firm and face serious so there would be no room for argument - but you’d met this guy once and while yes he seemed nice enough then , his demeanour now was starting to scare you . Sensing something was wrong you decided it was time to leave .

“I’m sorry I don’t know what you’re talking about but I- I have to leave actually....” you stuttered out , moving to pack away your things and make a swift escape , but Lay was too fast . Grabbing your arm to stop your movements he looked at you seriously , keeping eye contact and dropping his voice low .

“Y/N . It’s not safe . You need to come with me right now “

“I don’t even know you ,” you hissed ripping your arm out of his grasp “Now leave me alone .”

And then there was chaos .

Barely making it towards the door before gunshots and screaming filled your ears . Everything happened in a second , glass shattering around your now crouched body , people running every direction trying to get away , eyes glassing over as you lied there frozen .

Hands grabbed onto your shoulders and lifted you up , coming face to face with Lay he held your face in his hands making you focus on him instead of the mess around you .

“Y/N we need to get out of here , right now . You need to stay with me , okay ?”

Nodding along quickly , past hesitation gone now only thinking about getting away from whatever the hell was happening .

Lay moved quickly as another bullet shot straight between the two of you , he grabbed onto your hand and pulled you out the back of the cafe , never once loosening his grip . You’d noticed that about him , how he’d always keep a firm grip on you , never enough to hurt only enough to keep you close .

“Y/N move ! Come on , into that car !” He pulled you towards a black jeep and all but threw you in to the back , as the door shut behind the pair of you , two shots were heard coming towards your direction .

“Drive D.O !” Lay shouted to whomever was sitting up front , pulling you into his side and holding your head down to shield you from the attack . “Stay down Y/N , it’s okay I’ve got you ,” he leaned in and whispered into your hair .

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Eventually things seemed to come to a stop and all that was left was a stiff silence only broken up with your suppressed whimpering . It all happened so quick . One minute your stressing over a late blog post and the next you’re dodging bullets and pressing up against the handsome stranger that walked you home that one time , in the back of a random car going god-knows where . The initial shock and adrenaline had worn off and now you were left with the panic .

Once the car pulls to a stop Lay leads you out and into an old brick building . He held you close to him as you made your way through the dark hallways ,

“Where are we ?” You asked him nervously , hands still shaking and eyes glossy , you didn’t know if you could trust him yet but something told you to stay with him .

“Don’t worry I’ll explain everything ,” you could hear hushed talking from somewhere but before you could question it Lay laced his fingers with yours and takes you up some stairs .

Leading you into a bedroom he sits you on the bed and takes a second to pace before kneeling down in front of you . His usual playful expression replaced with one of worry . Looking you over , holding onto your hands tightly . “Are you hurt anywhere ? Are you alright ?” His voice was hushed as he examined you for damage ,

“Lay what’s g-going on ?” Voice hoarse you looked up at him begging for some kind of information but he avoided your stare , continuing just to inspect your arms and hands.

“Did you get hit ? Are you hurt ?”

“Lay !” Having enough you shouted , snapping him out of whatever zone he’d entered , “tell me what the fuck is going on !”

Sighing and looking down , Lay stepped away from you . “I’m sorry Y/N.”

Bracing yourself for an explanation , already feeling worn down from the events of the day , you were reaching your limit .

“I’m apart of EXO , we’re a mafia group that runs this area . Recently an enemy group has been trying to bring us down and take our territories ; when I helped you home that night someone saw us and you’ve became a target . We found out about it this morning and that’s why I came to get you earlier , but I wasn’t soon enough . I’m sorry Y/N , it’s not safe anywhere for you right now , not until we can get rid of the enemy group.”

After a rushed explanation of what was happening , Lay stood in front of you waiting for a reaction . Usually people try to run or start crying hysterically when they find out they’re involved in EXO’s business , but you just sat there staring back at him , un-phased .

“Are you kidding me ?” You ask , voice monotonous . Out of all the things you could get caught up in , of course you would stumble into a gang war .

“So I can’t leave right ?” You deadpanned , the exhaustion starting to wear you down and the familiar situation leaving you numb . Lay was shocked . He expected screaming , anger , an escape attempt ; but you simply rolled to lie down on the bed and shut your eyes . “Great .” You whispered , more to yourself than him .

Thinking it was best to give you some time to take everything in , Lay leaves you to rest .

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It had been roughly 3 and a half weeks since the incident at the cafe and consequently since you’d started staying with EXO . At first it was a nuisance , you not wanting anything to do with this life again , not wanting to be watched by 9 men constantly . 9 men that you’ve since gotten to know a lot better . There was Suho , who from what you could tell was the leader ; he didn’t talk to you much but kept a watchful eye whenever you were around , but as leader you suppose that was his job . Then there was Chen ; Chanyeol ; Xuimin and Baekhyun - they seemed to be the field workers , constantly going in and out on “patrols” . You spoke to them whenever they were around , and after a week or so they had gotten used to your company and opened up to you a bit more . Next there was D.O , he was quiet and quite intimidating but after observing him for a while ; the way he interacted with you and everyone else when not focused on work ; you could tell deep down he was a soft sweetheart , especially for his members . Kai and Sehun were the most welcoming of you , not treating you as a delicate flower like the others did which you appreciated , it made you feel like less of a burden .They spoke to you as friends , granted the topic of the current events never came up but they took interest in what you had to say about your life and work . Work particularly feeling like a distant memory as any attempts to update your blog “could be tracked by the enemy” as Lay had told you . Lay . The one you had grown closest to . You’d gathered he was field worker before from your first meeting ; but since the cafe he had chosen to stay close with you , never leaving you in the building alone or making sure that you were with at least three of the other guys before he would leave .

It wouldn’t be too far off to say you’d become attached to Lay in this time . Call it a crush , call it Stockholm syndrome - all you knew was you didn’t like being far from him and the more time you spent with him , the closer you felt you needed to be .

Tonight almost everyone was out , bar Suho ; D.O and Lay who were all downstairs . You were lying on your bed reading a book Xuimin had given you a few days ago ; when you started to hear the guys shouting .

“I’m not leaving !”

“You have to , we need you to check the 5th quarter ! Everyone else is tied up !” , that was Suho , clearly agitated by Lay’s slacking recently.

“No I’m staying here ! End of discussion .”

You heard them go back and forth for some time before a slammed door and sound of footsteps coming towards your room .

“He’s crazy !” Lay rants as he falls beside you on the bed , “actually insane !”

“What’s wrong ?” You ask calmly, moving to face him and stroke his arm soothingly .

“ He wants me to go to the 5th quarter , it’s 2 hours away and I would have to stay for a few days , what if something happenend when I was gone , I wouldn’t be able to get back here in time . I told him I’m not leaving you for that long and he didn’t like it .” Lay turned so he could mirror your position and face you .

“If you need to go , I’ll be okay . The others will be back soon anyway and D.O is still here . If you need to go , go .” You whispered closely to him , feeling his breathe fanning you .

“No .” He whispered back , hand moving to brush the hair out of your face , “I’m not leaving you .”

“Lay ...”

“I am not , leaving you .” His lips coming dangerously close to your own , the temptation far too much for either of you . The tension between you had become almost unbearable as of late , lingering touches and stolen glances weren’t enough anymore . You needed him . He needed you .

Before you knew it , your lips were smashed against his , teeth clashing in desperation , hands pulling off each others clothes in a rush . Burying your face into his neck you started sucking and biting at the smooth skin . He smelt like sandalwood and it was intoxicating . A low moan escaped his lips once yours reached a spot under his jaw ; Lay moved you to straddle him , gripping onto your hips with an unfamiliar harshness that made you shiver .

You impatiently started to grind down onto him , you’d been waiting for this for so long now you just wanted him to take you as soon as possibly .

“Lay ... please “ you whimpered against his lips , desperate for more .

“What do you want baby girl , tell me what you want , I’ll give you anything you want ,” he replies , hands moving to unclasp you bra hastily and squeezing your breasts .

“Want you to fuck me , please fuck me Lay , I need you so bad please ...” moving back to make more marks on the other side of his neck , hands fiddling with his belt .

Hearing you beg for him , Lay quickly flipped you onto your back and removed the last of your clothing ; he reached out for a condom before you stopped him , bringing his hands back to your breasts ,

“No condom , I want to feel you , let me feel you , please ...” whispering seductively .

“Fuck Y/N , you’re so sexy , my God ,”

Pumping himself a few times , Lay lines up with your entrance , one hand on the bed next to your head to keep him up and the other holding your leg around his waist . He started slowly , thrusting into you gently so you could get used to him before he couldn’t take it anymore and sped up .

“Fuck fuck fuck , oh my God Right there ...” you moaned out , the pleasure becoming too much , feeling him inside you , filling you up so perfectly , bringing you to the edge . “I’m , I’m so close , so close , please don’t stop ,”

His hands moved to lift your hips off the bed slightly so he could pound into you deeper and faster , you were sure there would be bruises left by his fingers on your hips but you didn’t mind , the ones you’d left on his neck would match perfectly .

“Are you close baby girl ? Are you going to come for me ? Touch yourself Y/N , come all over me ,” leaning over you his teeth tugged at your ear whispering profanities as you snaked your hand down to rub circles against your clit .

Feeling the knot in your stomach finally release your orgasm washed over you , shaking with pleasure . The pressure of it all making your walls clench tightly around him , Lay followed soon after . He moaned loudly into your neck , leaving soft kisses trailing up to your lips .

The pair of you stayed like that for a moment , him still balls deep inside you , bodies sweaty and pressed together , just staring lovingly into each other’s eyes . Eventually he rolls off of you only to pull you back into his side , kissing your crown and whispering sweet words to soothe you , “I’m not leaving you “ he repeats into your hair and you kiss him back tenderly .

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Just as the two of you were drifting into a blissful post sex slumber , there was a loud bang from downstairs causing the room to shake slightly . “What was that !?” You asked panicked . It was too soon for the others to be back and there was no reason for anything to be happening with Suho and D.O .

“I don’t know ,” Lay gets up quickly and starts to dress , motioning for you to be quiet , “you stay here I’ll be right back .” He went to leave the room , eyebrows furrowed and breathing shallow . “Lay ...“ you started to protest but the look he sent you told you this wasn’t a discussion. “I’ll be right back baby , just stay here okay , I promise .”

And then he was gone . You quickly put your clothes back on and sat patiently on the bed , waiting for Lay , or anyone for that matter , to come back to you . But nobody did . The silence was deafening and it took all your will power to stay in the room and not run down to see what was going on yourself .

And then you heard gunshots .

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

If You’re Gone (Girls Talk  Boys part 32)

I think I've already lost you I think you're already gone I think I'm finally scared now You think I'm weak, I think you're wrong

If you're gone, maybe it's time to come home There's an awful lot of breathing room But I can hardly move If you're gone, baby you need to come home, come home There's a little bit of something me In everything in you

Ashton got to Cal's about 20 minutes after Cher texted him. He knocked but when he got  no answer he opened the door and let himself in, the place was a wreck. Calum had flipped his coffee table over slinging things across the room and he'd  kicked a hole in the drywall by his front door. Ashton carefully made his way around the mess hearing Calum upstairs. He saw the refrigerator door open and went to close it before heading up noticing the whiskey Calum had just bought was not there.

Ashton jogged up the stairs and peeked into Calum's bedroom. Seeing no sign of man or beast as he made his way down the hall. Calum had a 2 bedroom unit and had turned the second room into a gym/music room. He was sitting at his piano with his back to the door and Duke at his feet half slurring half singing “If You’re Gone” by Matchbox 20. Ashton shook his head, he knew this was gonna be a mess. He put a hand on Calum's shoulder causing him to look up with a tear streaked face and unfocused eyes.

“What happened?” Ashton hadn't ever seen Cal look this dejected.

“I fucked up,” Calum hung his head and sniffled fighting back tears again scooting over so Ashton could sit next to him.

“Did Camille break up with you? Cal I don't understand what's going on,” Ashton was puzzled.

“I acted like a complete asshole towards Camille, and she's probably never going to speak to me again. She's already blocked my number on her phone and all her social media,” Calum slumped against his shoulder and reached for the bottle before Ashton grabbed it.

“Getting sick everywhere won't make you feel better tomorrow” Ashton told him taking a swig himself draping his arm across his friend as Calum alternated between babbling and crying trying to explain the fight with Camille.

Cher pulled into the airport's unloading zone and took a deep breath. Both women had been crying as Camille told Cher everything that went down. Camille was devastated by the argument  and pissed beyond words but Cher knew she had the ability to compartmentalize and decide she wasn't dealing with Calum right now. With him deleted and blocked she had to focus on work and put her personal life on hold until she got back. Cher had always admired Camille's ability to just that, but also knew it was her way of avoiding dealing with her problems. She helped Camille with her bags and gave her a hug.

“You're gonna be great Cam, don't let this shit get to you. Calum knows he fucked up,” Cher cupped Camille's face in her hands sharing the sadness in her friend's eyes.

With a flash the sorrow vanished and Camille was angry and again Cher knew she was more comfortable being mad,  as Camille didn't do sadness well.

“Are you guys done? He thinks you broke up with him,” Cher asked her.

“No I mean, I don't think so. He really fucked up and pulling this right now made it so much worse. I'll deal with it when I get back. Thank you for texting Ashton to go check on him,” Camille shook the thoughts out of her head and put her game face on.

“I'll see you when you get back,” Cher gave her another quick hug before waving to Stephen who was already waiting for Camille in the terminal.

Before Camille made it to the escalator to head up to check in her phone dinged. Cher had sent her a $10 Starbucks gift card knowing Camille needed a pick me up.

Cher checked her messages seeing two missed calls from Calum and a text from Ashton.

Cal's drinking and in a bad way. I'm gonna stay over here at least until he passes out. He tried to call you, Camille has him blocked. Did they really break up?

Cher answered him

Camille won't talk to him until she gets back. He acted like a complete asshole and I don't want to talk to him either. Camille hasn't decided what to do yet I'll explain later.

Ashton set his phone down. “The girls don't want to talk to you right now.”

Calum nodded, he was now sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest. Duke kept nudging at him and Calum would almost smile. Ashton had gotten some of the story out of him but Calum couldn't bring himself to repeat the worst he'd said. After a couple hours of drinking and listening to sad songs Ashton put him to bed and texted Cher.

I'm staying here tonight. I hope Camille is ok, Calum is too upset to talk about it but he knows he's wrong

Cher smiled and messaged back

Thank you for not defending him but still supporting him. I'll see you tomorrow daddy

Ashton chuckled and squeezed his dick through his pants glad this fight between their best friends wasn't coming between them.

Calum had spent two days holed up with his laptop and journal in his music room with Duke. Ashton checked up on him but they didn't talk much as Calum was watching the all the ProFantasySports live streams and scribbling down song ideas. Calum was laid out on the floor with his laptop watching Camille's interview on SportsTalk and Ashton was fiddling around on the piano when they both jumped at the sound of the front door slamming.

Footsteps came thundering up the stairs before Luke burst into the room.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Luke was angry and accusing.

Calum flinched at his words and Ashton stood up “Luke you don't know the whole story,” he said trying to calm him down.

“Actually I do, I was on the phone with her last night because she couldn't sleep,” Luke fumed. “He basically accused her of lying, wanting to cheat on him with her ex, and, this is the best part, accused her of using sex to get ahead in her career.”

Ashton was stunned and Calum couldn't meet their eyes, his face burning with shame.  

“The worst part is the timing of it. Camille feels like you’re trying  to sabotage her job. You need to figure out your insecurities and your jealousy because while she's going to forgive you this time, you will lose her if you keep it up,” Luke sat down and his expression softened. “I know you love her. I want to see you guys make it.”

“What did you come back from your vacation with Summer just to yell at him?” Ashton asked slightly annoyed.

“Did you and Summer have a good time?” Calum asked.

“Yes, thank you. We're really good right now” Luke replied. “I'm not here to fight. I'm here to help you get your girl back.”

“Wait did you say she forgave him?” Ashton asked.

“No she hasn't yet but she wants to. He needs to convince her, and we're going to help.”

The party was going strong but Camille wasn't really having fun. She'd escorted the contest winners around from breakfast, a day in the NFL Zone meeting players and testing their pass, punt, and catching skills before ending the day at a charity dinner. She'd promised Brandon Pearcy she'd drop by his party tonight and Stephen agreed to tag along. Being a sports agent Brandon had gone all out, he had clients on both the Rams and the Patriots so they'd split house down the middle, blue and gold on one side with silver, red and blue on the other. The food was themed accordingly, New England had lobster rolls, crab cakes, fried clams, Greek pizza, fluffer nutter sandwiches and whoopie pies. L.A. served up french dip sandwiches, Pink's chili cheese dogs, Pho, shrimp tacos, chicken and waffles and rice krispie treat chocolate chip cookies.

Brandon was always friendly and introduced her to several big name players. Rob Gronkowski, Tony Gonzalez, Calvin Johnson, Cam Newton and even Odell Beckham Jr who was extremely good looking and very flirty. People were snapping and posting pics and Camille couldn't shake the feeling she was doing something wrong.

“Camille,” a familiar voice was at her side and she looked up to see Quentin standing there.

She jerked back, panicking when he put his hand on her arm.

“Easy now, baby girl I didn't mean to scare you.” Camille relaxed seeing the concern on his face.

“Sorry I was lost in thought. You scared me.” Camille put her hand on her chest.

“You looked miserable,” he told her with a laugh before she noticed his eyes catch something across the room distracting him for a second.

Before she could turn around his attention was back on her “I know this is a work event for you but come hit this blunt,” he spoke quietly leading her out to a side patio where several people were smoking.

Camille took a puff and Quentin leaned down to talk to her.

“You need to leave this party. Brandon is going to make a move on you and he can be very aggressive and very nasty if he doesn't get his way.”

“Q, why are you telling me this? You think I can't handle myself?” Camille kept smiling and her voice low.

“Please trust me this one time, this will get ugly if you stay. His dealer just showed up and Brandon on cocaine It's something you don't want to see. It's only 9:30 my dude was just talking about getting out of here and hitting up this bar he knows that's got some decent food, you should go with the girls. I'll tell Brandon you're fighting with your boyfriend and left.” Quentin stopped when she looked surprised and hurt. “Damn I'm sorry, I was just making shit up. I'll go get your boy Stephen and we'll turn this night around.”

Quentin went back into the party and Camille found herself being surrounded and hustled out of the house by three women she'd just met.

They stopped once they got to the driveway and one of them began laughing “Well that was dramatic.” She stuck her hand out “Hi, I'm Brittany. This is Shay and that's Megan.”

“Nice to meet y'all. I'm still a bit confused as to what just happened,” Camille shook her hand.

Stephen, Quentin and three other guys were right behind them. Camille recognized two of them as  NFL players Patrick and Von. The other one, Jalen, she knew personally from her guest appearances on his ESPN show “Two Minute Warning.”

They ended up at Vortex for burgers before finding a silly karaoke bar. For the first time since she'd arrived in Atlanta she was actually having fun. Camille wasn't even worried about posting pics to Instagram, let Calum be mad. She wasn't doing anything wrong and if he couldn't see that then he had to go. Of course the thought of actually breaking up with him made her feel like someone knocked the wind out of her. She blocked that thought almost as soon as it popped into her head.

Tonight was her night with her new friends. Quentin left before midnight to make the teams curfew the rest of the group stay till closing at 3am. Camille had to be up at 11 AM to appear on Two Minute Warning in a surprise guest appearance. Camille texted Cher the details before getting some much needed sleep.

Cher hadn't ever had a Super Bowl party without Camille which made it really weird. Camille usually went all out with a Tex Mex taco bar but Cher went instead with pizza and chicken wings. It was the first time Cher had seen Calum since he stormed out of her house the night of the fight. She was pleased to see he looked like hell. He deserved it for making her best friend cry. Aside from that everyone seemed to be in a decent mood. They all cheered through Camille's segment where she dissected, correctly as it turned out, just how and why the Patriots would win. Everybody was in a great mood, and then the game started.

“Be serious, that game was a fucking snooze” Camille joked with Stephen as they presented their boarding passes to go home.

“The halftime show was worse than I thought it would be,” Stephen responded. “Both Sicko Mode and Sweet Victory deserved better.”

Camille laughed but then the Dramamine kicked in and she knocked out for the flight. Cher picked her up at the terminal.

“I hope you know Calum went all out for your return,” Cher warned her as they drove home.

“Mmmm we'll see,” Camille tried not to smile.

“Are you still mad?” Cher asked her.

“Yes, but I really missed him,” Camille sighed.

Walking in she immediately saw the place was filed with pink roses. She headed upstairs to her room and saw tulips strewn out on her bed with an envelope in the center.

Opening it she recognized Calum's messy handwriting and sat down on her bed to read.

My Darling Camille,

There is no excuse for how I treated you and I can't tell you how deeply ashamed and sorry I am. You are the best thing that has happened to me and I'm so afraid of losing you. I've already put you through so much I feel like an asshole asking you to forgive me. I should've never acted like you had to choose between me or your job. Your career is your life the same way mine is and that was completely unfair. You love what you do, you're brilliant, funny and I am so proud of everything you've accomplished. I didn't mean to act like you ever have to choose and I'm truly sorry.

The rest of what I said is completely inexcusable. I lost my mind for a second and lashed out at you and while there's no taking back what I said please know that I didn't mean it. I never thought you would cheat on me. My jealousy is all on me and I'm an absolute twat for behaving like that.

I know words are empty unless they're followed by changed behavior. I want us to really talk this out and I want to be more open with you. I've never been good at expressing my feelings but I want this to work. I want us to work. I have more to say but I'd really like to do it in person. Please give me another chance.

Yours Always

   Calum

Luke watched as Calum paced back and forth staring at his phone. It had been almost an hour since they'd seen Cher's car come back from the airport. Calum was sweating and looked nauseous. There was a knock at the door and Luke saw Calum slump in relief when he answered.

“I thought we should talk,” Camille said before she saw Luke “hey peanut, are you guys busy?”

“NO,” both men answered in unison.

“I talk to you guys later,” Luke gave Camille a quick kiss on the cheek and quickly left.

Camille found herself wrapped up tightly in Calum's arms the second the door closed.

“Camille I am so sorry. I'm an idiot and an asshole. Please don't leave me, I want to be better for you.” Calum was trying not to lose it, barely choking out the words.

They stood there like that, both of them crying together, his face buried in her hair and her face pressed to his chest. Until Camille finally had to pull free because she was all stuffy. Returning from the bathroom wiping her eyes she found Calum splashing his face with cold water at the sink. She came up behind him hugging his waist before he turned and picked her up setting her on the counter.

He looked her in her eyes, “so are we ok?”

Camille nodded, “yes but this can't happen again. Mistakes will be made and this won't be our last fight, but I don't want to keep having the same fight. Respect is the minimum I expect from you. My job is going to get hectic next fall and you're going back on the road. We're going to have enough problems without creating new ones for no reason. I need you to talk to me., I need you to trust me. You're so good at hiding your feelings babe, I never thought about you being insecure. I look at you and see Calum Hood: this gorgeous rock star who I'm lucky enough to be with. I can't imagine you'd ever think you weren't enough.” Camille brushed his curls off his face and stroked his jaw.

“I just think you're amazing and you could do better than me,” Calum couldn't meet her eyes now. “Honestly you could do better than most of the guys you're around. None of them are good enough for you either.”

“You saw the pictures?” Camille asked.

Calum nodded looking guilty. “I watched all your live streams and checked your Insta and Twitter constantly.”

“And?” Camille raised her eyebrows.

“And it was the first time I saw you smile since you got to Atlanta. I'm a complete dickhead for ruining your trip. I'm glad you got to have some fun,” Calum met her eyes again. “I have a surprise for you if you'll come upstairs.”

“Calum we are not jumping into bed. I couldn't anyways,” Camille laughed before giving him a light kiss on the lips.

“No come upstairs to the music room,” Calum put her back on the floor and pulled at her sleeve.

She followed him upstairs and he sat her in a chair before getting behind his piano. He cleared his throat and Camille could see he was nervous but once he started to play and sing Camille was left in awe of his talents.

I was just coastin' Never really goin anywhere Caught up in a web I was gettin kinda used to stayin' there And out of the blue I fell for you

Now you're lifting me up, instead of holding me down Stealing my heart instead of stealing my crown Untangled all the strings round my wings that were tied I didn't know her and I didn't know me Cloud nine was always out of reach Now I remember what it feels like to fly You give me butterflies

Kiss full of color makes me wonder where you've always been I was hiding in doubt till you brought me out of my chrysalis And I came out new All because of you

Now you're lifting me up instead of holding me down Stealing my heart instead of stealing my crown Untangled all the strings round my wings that were tied I didn't know her and I didn't know me Cloud nine was always out of reach Now I remember what it feels like to fly You give me butterflies, yeah You give me butterflies

Now you're lifting me up instead of holding me down You're taking my hand instead of taking my crown Untangled all the strings round my wings that were tied I didn't know you and I didn't know me Cloud nine was always out of reach Now I remember what it feels like to fly You give me butterflies You give me butterflies

“Calum, that was beautiful,” Camille was trying not to cry.

Calum motioned for her to come sit in his lap and when she did he kissed her and looked her in the eye. “I'm sorry for everything. I love you and don't want to lose you.”

“Calum do you know what you just said?” Camille was stunned.

“Yes,” he was smiling at her his eyes bright. “I love you my darling Camille, my everything, my queen.”

“I love you too Calum,” Camille had more to say but it was smothered by his kiss.

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[whatjeon]

high school student!jungkook

genre(s): headcanons/bullet points, high school!au, (low-key) fuckboy!au, (a smidge of) badboy!au, friends to lovers, slow burn (??), a lil bit of angst, kinda crack-y, basically an emotional rollercoaster

warning(s): strong language

A/N: hello friends i am back not with an imagine but a bunch of bullet points i’ll try and pass off as mini-paragraphs!! anyway, i’ve been thinking about this a lot so i figured that i might as well publish something if i want to keep calling myself a “writer”... enjoy!! p.s. sorry not sorry for all the cliches and shitty humour LOL

high school student!jungkook au 

jungkook’s the new kid at your high school and moved into your neighbourhood during the summer of your sophomore year

lives in the big-ass house with a pool and indoor theatre bc his dad’s some music producer or something

honestly you had no idea he had moved in until the first day of school and even then, you had no clue what the fuss was about (but that was partially due to the fact that you hadn’t seen him yet lol)

he’s hot af and he knows it too which makes him hella cocky

he strolls into every single class with one hand in his jean pocket and the other either: a) running through his perfectly-gelled black hair or b) loosely holding onto his backpack strap

you’re sitting in AP psych with your five thousand pencils and highlighters out on your desk ready to clutch that A for the semester when he saunters in whistling

as soon as you see him walk in you know that he’s a fuckboy™

timberlands? check

light-washed jeans? check

plain white tee? checkcheckcheck

when he catches you looking at him (not that he could blame you like tbh everyone was checking him out) he winks at you and flashes you a smirk before sitting a couple seats behind you

by the end of the day you learn that you have AP psych and AP econ with jungkook

he’s quiet in class but you know he’s smart because the first thing your AP econ teacher has you guys do is participate in a game of kahoot as a diagnostic test. you sit behind jungkook so you’re able to see his laptop screen as he clicks on the right answers. he actually places first in the entire class and surprise surprise !! you end up placing second thanks to jeon jungkook the econ god

the next day at school you’re at your locker taking out your textbook for your math course when jungkook stops by and leans against the one next to yours and goes like “i believe you owe me a thank you, hmm?”

and you’re like “for what?” bc you genuinely forgot all about the kahoot test

jungkook laughs, tilts his head to the side, and as he’s glancing at your eyes he says “econ?”

in that moment you realise jungkook is not only attractive but also really really observant

“oh,” you say, shrugging and closing your locker. “thanks, i guess. see you around... jungkook, right?”

his finely-chiselled jaw drops and he’s like who does this girl think she is omf i’m literally the talk of the school AND WE HAVE TWO CLASSES TOGETHER

all he can do is smile (not as smugly, though, since you just ended the conversation) and push himself off of the locker he was leaning against

as he turns to go to his next class he can’t help but wonder who you really are because he’s a masochist you don’t take shit and you’re... kinda cute actually

the next day in psych jungkook’s hardcore flirting with you because he is determined to prove that there’s no way any girl on earth can resist jeon jungkook 

from behind you hear a pencil tip snapping followed by jungkook’s smooth voice cursing “oh my god i don’t have a spare” and being a nice person you turn around and hand him one of yours

as he takes the pencil his fingers brush against yours (ON PURPOSE!!!) and he winks at you before saying “life without you is like a broken pencil... pointless”

you send him an unamused smile and retort “your efforts are like a broken pencil. nice try, jeon”

the nickname sticks and you proceed to call him jeon for the next four months of school

jungkook likes how you’re not madly in love with him like the majority of the school so he makes even more of an effort to talk to you and get to know you during your classes and you become pretty good friends (??) if you can call it that

it’s really more like close acquaintances who can flirt joke around with each other

sometime in october jungkook asks you why you keep calling him jeon instead of jungkook and you tell him that he’s not worth two syllables (but in reality it’s because you think his last name sounds really cool... also the corner of his mouth always twitches upwards when you do but you aren’t ever mentioning that to him) and all he does is laugh because it’s refreshing to have a girl roast him instead of fawn over him, especially since he accidentally flashed his abs at basketball try-outs whoops

time skip ! it’s november and exams are coming up in a week so you’re studying for hours on end almost every day, sleeping late and waking early until one day you sleep through your alarm

you’re rushing out the front door and getting on your bike when you hear a “y/n!” behind you

surprise!!! it’s jungkook on his motorcycle (ofc he has a motorcycle lmao)

he’s like “wow, little miss honour student late for school?” and you leave your bike on your front porch before putting on the helmet and retorting with “can you just stick with an aesthetic?? you’re clearly a fuckboy–– only bad boys own motorcycles”

jungkook bites his lip to hide his grin but the urge to smile is so strong that he has to look down at his vans so that you can’t see just how happy you make him

you’re five minutes away from school when you realise that he isn’t wearing a helmet because he gave you his and your arms instinctively tighten around his waist

jungkook almost chokes, which is unlike him because he’s jeon jungkook, one of the most attractive boys at your school and #1 fuckboy, and he’ll be damned if he starts falling for some random girl just because she’s arguably one of the hardest-working people in the grade and her eyes remind him of stars and when she laughs it’s like honey drizzling on top of pancakes on a sunday mor–– and that’s when jeon jungkook realises he likes you

WHICH IS WHY as soon as you guys get to school he walks away and flirts with the first girl he sees

you’re like “ok???” but hella confused and low-key jealous mad

littLE DO YOU KNOW that as soon as you’re out of sight jungkook’s face goes from ;) to :( because he doesn’t want to flirt with anyone else except you

school ends and you walk through the parking lot to get to the main road when jungkook spots you and rides his motorcycle over, tossing his helmet at you

“get on, y/n. we’re going home”

and you ask him why bc you’re still kinda pissed about what happened that morning and he says “it’s what friends do” even though calling whatever it is that you have “friendship” feels wrong and just a little bit painful

from that day on jungkook drives you to school and back every day on his motorcycle (after he promises you that he’ll get a second helmet), even on days where his first class is a free period and he technically could wake up an hour later than usual because homeboy is hopelessly in love with you

it’s spring AKA track season !! jeon jungkook, the golden (ex)fuckboy (you can’t be a fuckboy if you only flirt with one girl sorry jeon) of your high school, makes the ~varsity~ team

which means he can’t drive you home after school because you don’t do a spring sport :( but you’re cool with it

this is also the time when you become really close with another notorious fuckboy who lives in your neighbourhood, kim taehyung, except there’s no sexual tension between you two because taehyung is a good bro™ who just likes to get it on sometimes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

one day jungkook sees you and taehyung walking home together when practice is canceled and he is JEALOUS AF

he knows he’s being irrational but going home together is you and jungkook’s thing !!! not you and taehyung’s thing !!!!!

so the next day he goes to “talk” to taehyung bc he doesn’t want you to know he’s jealous and basically tells taehyung to “get the fuck away from y/n or else” and taehyung smirks and refuses bc he’s a little shit

aaaaand you’re just chilling during your free period when a friend tells you that your mans jungkook and taehyung are fighting in the quad

the fight gets broken up as soon as you enter because 1) jungkook doesn’t want you to see him all violent and 2) taehyung actually really likes being your friend and doesn’t want to mess things up that badly

but the damage is done and people are already talking about how y/n, a notorious goody two-shoes, is dating jungkook and taehyung at the same time and they both found out, leading to their fight at the quad

you ignore jungkook and taehyung for the rest of the day for damage control but it’s useless and your “perfect” image has been tarnished

you head over to jungkook’s house after he’s done with track practice and chew. him. out. 

which then turns into a full-blown argument

“everyone thinks that i’m a fucking whore now thanks to you and your goddamn temper, jungkook. honestly, can you grow the fuck up?”

“well you didn’t have to go around doing who knows what with taehyung, y/n”

“as if you’re any better”

you guys are screaming at each other and the argument ends when jungkook finally loses his composure and yells “then why don’t you just fucking leave and never come back, y/n?”

so you angrily storm off, tears welling up in your eyes

the next morning you wake up feeling awful and you have half the mind to skip school for the day, but then you remember that you’re a high school student taking multiple APs so skipping class is waaay out of the question

you’re about to head out the door when you remember that jungkook isn’t there to drive you to class anymore :( so you have to go from the back door to the bike shed and take your old bike out

when you emerge from the backyard you see a figure dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweats (classic fuckboy™ clothing), leaning against his black motorcycle with his hands in his pockets, staring intently at the ground

you’re in front of him when he finally looks up

his brown eyes widen and he clears his throat nervously but you speak first because you got 0 sleep last night and seeing him look so soft and just him being there in front of your house even after a huge fight makes your heart swell

“i didn’t mean what i said yesterday. well, i did mean some parts but i never meant to use my words to hurt you. i was mad and being irrational. i’m sorry. you mean so much to me and i just–– i’m pretty sure i’m like, in love with you and oh my god did i just say that? i mean––”

and jungkook’s speechless but also relieved because then that means he doesn’t have to do the confessing first

what he does do first is kiss you in the middle of your rambling because 1) he loves you too and 2) he doesn’t want you to embarrass yourself any further lol

when the two of you finally part he just smiles really softly at you and pull you in for a tight hug

“i love you too, y/n. i’m still a little mad, though”

and you’re like oh boy, here we go but then jungkook smirks, tightens his hold on you, and says “i can’t believe taehyung is the reason why we finally confessed to each other”

when you and jungkook walk into school together with your hands tightly clasped together everyone is like POWER COUPLE ALERT because the ex-fuckboy and goody-two-shoes are actually dating ?!!

bonus: you guys are voted prom king and queen wow stan legends stan jungkook and y/n

extra bonus: taehyung is your ship’s #1 fan and president of the unofficial jungkook+y/n fanclub

[bangtannguk-au]

reaction: seeing you cry

HYUNG LINE / MAKNAE LINE

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AN: y’all are so cute istg

background: this can get kind of sad I guess but also can be real cute, so enjoy

KIM NAMJOON

After a heated argument over schedules with Namjoon in his studio, you were too embarrassed to have him see you cry. He saw you as a strong woman and it made you feel weak if he were to see you in the state you were in. You quickly turned and left the building as fast as you could. Sitting in the drivers seat of your car, struggling to start the engine as your eyes were blurred by your tears. Namjoon, left alone in the studio, sighed and ran his hand through his hair frustrated before following you out. He opened the passenger seat and closed the door. His heart sunk looking at your eyes that burned of salty tears. “yn… baby I'm sorry okay? I didn’t mean to yell at you. God, I’d never want to be the reason for these tears.” He looked straight at you. You were upset, so you turned to look down at you knuckles turning white on the wheel. Namjoon took his hand and used his hand to turn your face to look at him, his eyes now watery. “I’m so so sorry. I love you okay? Let’s talk about this.” He said calmly and you nodded slowly. He pulled you towards him to give you such a loving and warm hug.

KIM SEOKJIN

You sat on Jin’s bed with your laptop in your lap. Jin was sitting in the desk across from his bed, casually just playing games waiting for you to finish studying. You grew frustrated, “I think the world is just telling me i’m going to fail this test,” you move all your books and lay on your back. Jin chuckles at your plain humor and returns back to his game. Thoughts continuously ran into your head, if I fail I’ll just be a disappointment, If I don't do well maybe no one will like me, this test is setting me up to fail.,If I cant pass a simple test, I'm not fit for life. “Baby are you okay?” Jin turned to look at you, realizing tears were slipping down your cheeks. You try to cover your sniffles with a small laugh, using your sleeves to dry your cheeks. Seokjin walks over to the side of the bed and lays next to you, “jagi, you’re pushing yourself too hard. You will do great on your test. I know you will.” You just nod and look over at your laptop still shining brightly. “You know... this is annoying,” Jin says before closing your laptop shut, “much better.” You both laugh and he kisses your forehead, “Jagi you’ll do great. I believe in you.”

MIN YOONGI

Yoongi was walking out the door and into his car, he overheard shouting and screaming from the house next to his. You quickly ran down from your room and out the front door, tears streaming down your face. This is the third time today your parents have shouted and screamed at each other and you were sick of it. Yoongi realized it was you and dropped his bag in his driveway before running after you. “YN!” He shouted and you stopped in your tracks. You turned around and you saw his face drop. Yoongi examined your pale face, your eyes puffy from crying. You looked at him and ran back to him just crying into his chest. “yoongi they’re fighting again..” you say as you try to catch your breath. “Shh..” yoongi says and just rubs your back. “I was going to go somewhere, but I think I can reschedule so I can stay with you, yeah?”

JUNG HOSEOK

You felt numb, so so tired. The booming music making your head ache. Hobi was walking with his arm trying to keep you from falling over, “Jagi are you okay? I didn't mean to leave for you so long-” you turned your head towards him. Hoseok simply just went to get a cup of water to help sober you up when a sketchy guy, who was clearly drunk, came over to you. Flirting and touching in places that aren’t appropriate, you asked him to stop but he didn’t. Well, he stopped after he encountered your boyfriend. Hoseok looked at your eyes that could clearly tell him you were nervous and so terrified inside right now. You looked into his eyes, and back down at your feet. He guided you outside and into his car, you sat in the passenger seat playing with your fingers. Hoseok came and sat in the drivers seat, and examined you. “Jagi, its okay.. I’m right here,” he tried to say words of comfort but was afraid it would just push you over the edge. The scene kept playing in your head and tears threatened to come out. Your boyfriend touched your hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a loving kiss. 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #201

“one for all, all for one. we are strong, we are one. we are one nemesis.”

Do you feel pressure to keep your life interesting? It's not interesting at all, so. I'd sure as hell like it to be. At what time in your life were you happiest? If it was in the past, would you want to go back and relive it, though still knowing all the things you know now? Like... early-mid-'17, maybe? That's when my recovering really kicked off. I wouldn't go back. Is there anyone who seems to always be under the influence of something when you see them or talk to them? Does it bug you? No. Have you ever found the blog of someone you knew in real life, but not very well? How did it change your opinions on them? No. Then again I've never tried to. What is something you are incredibly behind on? Politics. I'm more importantly (to me, lmao) half a year behind on Good Mythical Morning, believe that or not. I don't watch TV anymore so don't really care, but I'm massive seasons behind on Supernatural. What’s the last allergic reaction you had? Shit, right now with this seasonal business. I've been congested for weeks. What does it mean when you start eating less? What does it mean when you start eating more? If I eat less than usual, it'll always relate to weight loss, I assure you. I've worked to greatly improve on the latter, however; eating more generally means I'm extremely depressed. Or bored, but I've got enough discipline by now to not eat if I'm not hungry. Is there anything you feel the need to organize by chart? No. What’s your opinion on mid-day naps? Go for it, it's good for you anyway. When’s the last time you spontaneously made plans? With who/to do what? Who knows; I don't have people to spontaneously make plans with. What’s the strangest named pet you’ve ever had? Probably Harry Potter the guinea pig. Or the fact I had a Chinese water dragon, green lizards, named Shadow. Okay look he was my second pet and I was little. What are some defense mechanisms you find yourself using when in an argument with someone? It's very likely I'll try to be totally factual and short without true thought as a fear reaction of losing the person, while on the inside I can be in a total panic attack. Do you know if there is anyone who was once important to you that you will never talk to again, even though you could? I absolutely will not speak to my former best friend unless completely necessary for whatever reason. Do you and your boyfriend or girlfriend fight a lot? Not at all. Have your parents ever told you that you couldn’t hang out with a certain someone? No. Have you ever cleaned up someone else’s vomit? I. Absolutely. NEVER will. I will absolutely hurl. Does your boyfriend or girlfriend get mad/jealous when you talk about the opposite sex? Nope. What was the last R-rated movie you watched? Halloween, I believe. Have you ever painted a car? No. Are there any gnomes in your yard? No. I've never understood the appeal of them at all... Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it? No. Are the blankets that are on your bed now made by someone you know in life? No. Have you ever been pulled over by the cops for speeding? No. Have you ever met someone in person that you met online? Sara! There're others I hope to one day, too. Have you got any half or step siblings? Four halves, one step. Do you like kids’ movies? Not tiny kids (like, Barney and such type of things), but "kid movies" like Disney and such, hell yeah. Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere? No. If you have younger siblings, how old were you when your siblings were born? I was just over two years old. Do you sometimes use your music player to help you fall asleep? No. I did that in... I think middle school and some of high school, though. I have NO idea how I used to be able to do that. The last time you burned your tongue or mouth, what were you eating? I'm not sure. Are there a lot of trees in your yard? Not in the yard, no. There's a good number just beyond our fence, though. What was the high and low temperature where you live today? Phone says 31*F and 50*F. Have you ever made ice cream out of snow? Snow cream, yeah. That's a common southern treat when it actually snows. What’s the coldest you remember ever walking outside in? Maybe single digits? What’s your least favorite color? Puke green. Or maybe bright yellow (pastel is pretty). …and your favorite? Pink. What’s your second favorite color? Maroon or burgundy. How many pairs of gloves do you wear in the winter? Usually zero. What’s one thing that most people complain about that you love? COLD WEATHER. What do you remember the most about recess at school when you were a kid? Oh boy... when my meerkat obsession began, I unintentionally started a trend of digging "burrows" with others in the sandbox. Our nails by the time we were done, holy shit. I LOVED doing it. What color are your kitchen chairs? A mess of beige hues with floral stuff on it, I think? I just know they're hideous and we all hate them. I don't really pay any attention to what the cushions really look like, though. Have you ever dated anybody online? *points to Sara* Do you listen to instrumental bands such as Hammock, Trentemoller, etc.? Nah. Were you ever a 'secret admirer’ before? No. Ever stalked someone? No. Do you poke a lot of people on Facebook? Is this even a thing still? But I didn't, no. What was even the point. What’s the farthest you’ve ever been from home? Illinois. Have you ever been close to getting kidnapped? Oh um no. Never seen this one on a survey before. Do you have any eating disorders? No, thank god. Do you plan on getting married? I hope so. What is one of the saddest novels you’ve ever read in your lifetime? First thing that came to mind was The Giver. I'm sure there's others on par with or sadder than it, but it's just the first that came to me. Orbit or 5 gum? I think I prefer 5? Ever had a friend online for a long time without seeing a photo of them? Many. The last time you threw up, what caused it? An ex-med I was on that had a strong side-effect of vomiting. Quit that. Did you have any foreign exchange students at your high school? Maybe? Idk. Any foods from other countries you would like to try but haven’t yet? I'm sure there's something somewhere, but nothing that comes to mind. Do you think the world would be more peaceful without any religion? I think that's fact... I'm not saying religion itself is bad, no, but I think everyone can agree there'd be more peace without it. Have you kept the same icon here for a long time? Yeah; I don't take nearly enough pictures to have a new one, though I wanna change it because WOW do I look like a bitch. Why did you choose your icon, anyway? I thought the picture itself was decent, and it let my inner goth pop out a bit. If only I had the wardrobe and dedication. Any fun facts (on any topic) you’d like to share? Well here's your meerkat one: Meerkats are the second-most social animals on Earth, falling just behind naked mole rats. Does it hurt your feelings when people talk shit about things you love? "Hurt my feelings" isn't the right word; I feel embarrassed. Do you like it when people give you nicknames? Yeah, actually. Even just calling me "Britt" makes me feel like we're closer or something. More personal ones though, I really like. When you make friends, are you usually the one to "make the first move"? Definitely not. What fandoms are you in? Like, A LOT, but actively, Markiplier, a few other YouTubers, Silent Hill, Shadow of the Colossus, World of Warcraft, and meerkats. Maybe more, idk. I lose count. I would say Spyro, but I'm totally uninvolved in some areas of it, like Skylanders. Are there any fandoms you used to be in, but left? I wouldn't say left, just lost a considerable amount of interest, like Good Mythical Morning and  PewDiePie. Used to watch every day, and now both are seldom. Do you more often feel superior or inferior to others? Inferior. Do you prefer ruffly or regular potato chips? Ruffled, definitely. Can you do any impressions? Not of a specific person. Do you carry pepper spray? Have you ever had to use it? No. Best thing to do during a power outage? Play a horror game as my laptop's battery dies lmao. At night, anyway. During the day, idk. Has your power ever gone out for more than a day? I don't believe so. When was the last time you had a headache? What about stomachache? Headache, I believe once when Sara was here early this month. Stomachache, not that long ago. Which one of your classes goes by the slowest? N/A The last time you walked somewhere, who were you with? Probably at Sara's down the path. Maybe something later, but idr. Where is your second home? Sara's is the second house I'm most comfortable in besides my own. Or maybe Dad's, idk. What did you last have a conversation with one of your siblings about? Idr. Do you have the person you hate the most on Facebook? No. How many times did you clean out your text inbox today? I don't clean it out. Well, I have once or twice while trying to make space on my phone. What’s something you would do drunk but never do sober? I have a feeling I'd be way more open than I'd like. Have you ever had a night that’s been hands down the best night of your life? If so, describe what happened? I'm not sure. What time do your parents normally get home from work? Dad, idk. I don't live with him. Mom, it varies greatly, but typically 8:30ish. Is family the most important thing in your life? If not, what is? My definition of family (only includes people who I feel are emotionally family), yes. Or my mental health. Is writing something that you enjoy doing? Ha ha obviously. —would you rather read or write? Write. Would you rather draw or take photographs? Take photos. Do you prefer black and white or color photographs? Why? I can't pick a side; changes in color can seriously alter the emotions of the shot, making neither superior to the other imo. Both are beautiful, some moreso than others, depending on the composition. What was the last thoughtless thing you did? I'm not sure. What is one movie you’ve seen, but few others have? A lot of "idk" in this one. Off the top of my head, the kids movie Napoleon wasn't popular in America, I think? —how about a movie you haven’t seen, but many others have? The entire Harry Potter series. What is something you do subconsciously? Play with my lip ring. Who was the last person to toy with your emotions? *shrugs* When was the last time you cheated at something? I have no clue. what’s the most money you’ve received from the ‘tooth fairy’? I think $5? Describe the main problem with your last relationship? I didn't like him in that way. When was the last time you debated with someone? Some time ago with Sara about a political view. And mind you it was a friendly debate, not an argument as apparently all are nowadays. What cartoon/anime character can you most relate to? There's too many characters to think through. Do you have any pictures of celebs saved to your computer? Leave me and my Mark icons-in-the-making alone. Do you have your own personal water jug? If so, where did you buy it? No. How do you get rid of your hiccups? Nothing works for me. When you sneeze, do you sneeze into your hand or the inside of your elbow? Elbow. What actor/actress do you find weird? Lol I'm not to judge there. What’s your ultimate favorite bagel? Just a normal one with a moderate amount of cream cheese. Do you have a blister anywhere on your body? No. Do you get manicures/pedicures regularly? I never do. When was the last time you saw the person you had your first kiss with? February '17. What was the most severe punishment your parents gave you when you were growing up? She'd spank me and/or say I was grounded for a week, which always only lasted like a couple days or so. What’s something you’re really bad at compared to others? Like, any kind of math. Who is the person you are the closest to? (emotionally, not physically) Mom or Sara in different ways. What are some odd habits you have relating to food/eating? I'm picky as fuck with texture. I'm particular with food in general. Last furry thing you touched: My kitty. <3 What do you check out first when you check someone out? I've never really paid attention... I mean, it probably depends on the person, what catches my attention most? Have you ever kissed someone in a band? No. Would you raise your children like your parents raised you? In some ways, in other ways no. Has someone ever made you a Build-A-Bear? No. Are you donating your organs? Yup. Did your mom or dad ever put soap in your mouth? No, but Mom threatened it. Have you ever dated someone with more piercings than you? No. Who was the last person you spent more than 15 minutes on the phone with? My dad. Have you been swimming in the last six months? How long ago was the beach trip... idr. Maybe. What hair color looks best on you and what’s your natural color? From what I've had so far, I love red on me. My natural color is brown. What is your favorite show to watch? That '70s Show is something you can always put on and I'll pay attention. Like, I'm never /not/ in the mood to watch it if I have to watch TV for whatever reason. Do you wear necklaces? Rarely. Do you blush easily? Yup. ;-; Are you an artist/writer? Not professionally, but I do both. Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know? Yes and yes. Are your maternal/parental instincts strong? With kids, not at all. At all. Instead, I have them big time in serious, romantic relationships; I have the biggest "PROTECT PROTECT TAKE CARE FOR THEM AND PROTECT AT ALL COSTS" instinct. ACTUAL mama bear. Is there someone in your life whose career/life choices you find immoral/unethical? Have you ever told that person your views? Do you find it difficult to support them (emotionally or otherwise) because of their choices? Does anyone not have this kind of person in their life? Anyway, I've maybe said so casually and gently where it was relevant, but I'm not positive. Of course it's hard to support them, and sometimes I simply can't, ex. with my former best friend. What trait do you feel you lack that you wish you possessed? INDEPENDENCE. I'm borderline on the diagnoses of dependent personality disorder with how I have a very difficult time making my own choices and doing lots of things on my own; it's a serious problem with my mom, and I worry how I'll be when I no longer live with her, really. Like, she still schedules my appointments, makes some serious phone calls I'm scared doing myself (but sometimes she can't with me being an adult), she handles just... a lot. Have you ever considered writing your memoirs? No. Do you find it difficult to stay invested in online relationships? Not at all, romantic or platonic! My online buds mean just as much, some even more, than my "real life" ones. Are you the type of person who pays close attention to the release dates of movies, music, etc., and will, for example, go see a movie or buy an album on the date it is released? If so, when is the last time you did so? Not on a lot, but for things I'm really hyped for, particularly games and music, yeah. For the second part of the question, yes. I did that for WoW's Warlords of Draenor expansion, and maybe Legion? Idr tho because I was nervous asking my mom. I also think I mighta seen the Warcraft movie the day it came out, but I'm also uncertain. Have you ever been in trouble for illegally downloading something? No. Do you have any stickers on your laptop? No. Would you rather have a job for which you had to go in early in the morning or one you had to stay late into the evening at? Early, defs. Whenever I work, I'm certainly aiming for a morning shift. Get it over with, and plus, I'm in a better mood in the mornings, so it'd be easier to get work done; plus, getting out of the house is a good way for me to come home and actually feel like I got my dose of social interaction for the day, so now I can enjoy the rest of the day. Is there someone who seems to only reach out to you when they want something from you? No; I don't tolerate that shit. Do movies often make you cry? What kind of films/scenes make you tear up most? Yeah. Tragic romantic things get me easily, and seeing someone die and another character lose it over their death kills me. Happy reunions are tear-jerkers, too. I would probably still cry at the end of Homeward Bound. How did your expectations of the last book you read compare to your thoughts after reading it? What about your expectations of the last movie you watched? The original Alice In Wonderland was a book I was surprised to be that short, and it wasn't really as "out there" as I'd expected. I still enjoyed it, though. Last movie... that was Elf. I didn't anticipate it being as damn cute and funny as it was. Do you use any apps to track your health or medications? Just to track my period. Whose opinions/recommendations do you value most? Sara's. If you could’ve been at any historical event, which would you have liked to witness firsthand? Perhaps the first Thanksgiving? OH, but I would without a doubt choose the extinction of the dinosaurs if I was somehow entirely protected. That had to be, sad as it is, visually incredible. Is there something that you really want to do but are afraid of doing? If so, why are you afraid of doing it? Rollercoasters; I'm terrified of vomiting, however, and also fainting with how I handle dizziness. What is something society “expects” you to do that you don’t want to do and/or don’t plan on doing? Don't expect me to dress up all fancy going to an expensive restaurant or something. I'm going to eat, I'm not worried about my damn clothing. But more than anything, I absolutely refuse to let a job hold me back from getting tatted or pierced. I'm perfectly aware that really slims down my options, but I sincerely couldn't care less. I'm not bending to one of the most ludicrous expectations I know of. Are you interested in architecture? Is there any particular style that you’re drawn to? Yeah! I ADORE gothic especially, and Roman, too. What’s the most stalker-like/creepy thing you’ve ever done? If you don’t think you’ve done anything like that, what’s the most stalker-like thing someone’s done to you? Lol I should really have an answer for this, considering the breakup... I don't believe I did anything "stalker-ish," maybe not even creepy, just rude and nosy. Sorry for trying (but thankfully failing) to hack your Facebook to see if you were talking to a girl some time early into the breakup, Jason. ;_; Reeeaaally regret that. What is something you can only understand if you’ve experienced it first hand? Pure heartbreak. It is absolutely, utterly agonizing. Are you more of an open person or a private person when it comes to talking about personal things? (Relationships, your sex life, finances, etc.) It depends on the subject, but usually, I am very private, particularly irl. I'm more open online by a long shot. Do you agree or disagree with the saying “If two former lovers can remain friends, either they were never in love, or still are.”? Why or why not? That's bullshit. People change, and you can lose romantic interest. What’s a part of yourself, physically, that you’re unhappy with? (Hair, face, skin, body part, etc.) Is it something you’re able to change or something you’re stuck with? Uh, pretty much everything because of weight? I can change that and am trying so hard to, but I've been at a stagnant weight for over a damn year, and I can't even begin to wonder how. It dropped like flies in '17. Do you think it’s a double standard that a woman can hit a man and expect to get away with it, but if a man hits a woman it’s assault? DOUBLE. FUCKING. STANDARD. Fight the hell back to protect yourself. In terms of a wedding, put these things in order from what would be MOST important to be perfect, to LEAST important… Engagement ring, dress, hair, venue, ceremony, food, pictures, decorations, honeymoon. Ceremony, pictures, honeymoon, dress, venue, hair, ring or decorations, food. Do you have a go-to small talk conversation topic? Asking how they've been. Does anyone owe you money? Do you owe anyone money? (Besides credit cards) No. Well, I owe my previous college money, anyway. Even though I shouldn't, so Mom's trying to take legal action with that and their shitty communication. If someone was going to buy you any practical gift (anything except a house or car), what would you choose? A sum of money for a big 'ole tattoo, boys. Is there a quote that’s helped you through hard times or really stuck with you? What is it? "You're perfectly flawed" from an Otep song. I have that tattooed for a reason. Then there's countless ones from my partial hospitalization, but "Deal with life, or life deals with you" particularly will stick out to me probably forever. There's loads more. What’s something practical and useful “real world” things that should be taught in high school aside from the basics like English, math, science, etc.? CHRIST, why the FUCK do we not have classes teaching us how to handle the adult life with things like finances. What are some things that a person or couple could do that would show they’re insecure about themselves or their relationship? More than anything probably, go through their phone. ACTUALLY fuck off. Do you have sympathy for people who die as a result of their own actions? (Example: someone doesn’t wear a helmet when they ride their motorcycle and they get in an accident and die.) Well of course; a human being still died, and maybe it's even sadder when it was in their own hands. It's disappointing, but you should of course feel sympathy. What’s your favorite old Disney movie and favorite new Disney movie? Old, The Lion King. New, there's SO many to choose from, so I can't give a certain answer, but possibly Coco. I adored that movie. Name something “trendy” or popular that you dislike. I don't pay attention to what's trendy, really. Idk. Oh wait, is that "Kiki Do You Love Me?" or whatever that trash is called still around? There’s a quote that says “Anyone who gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.” Is there a person who YOU can thank for your confidence? Hm... I'm not sure about this quote. But anyway, I don't even have confidence to begin with. “Dirty talk” in the bedroom…love it, like it, don’t care, dislike it, or hate it? Usually like, particularly if we're being extremely passionate. I'm suuuuper shy delivering it, though. Hell, I get flustered hearing it towards me sometimes, too. What is/are your favorite type(s) of ethnic food, and what’s your favorite food within that type? American. Favorite... I think cheeseburgers. Would you be more hurt by your significant other having a long drawn out emotional affair but never having sex with that person OR a long drawn out physical affair where it was just lots of sex and no (or few) emotions attached? The first, my reasoning being for them to be emotionally invested in another person says more about how much they "love" me versus the latter option. I dunno... the second is awful, too. Tough question to answer. Say one positive thing and one negative thing about your boss (or any other authority figure). I'll pick my mom. Positive: Her support is never-ending. Negative: She's "always right." How would you describe your relationship with your hair over the years? I've grown more and more comfortable with it as I've grown bolder with cutting it. How do you practice truly living in the moment? I'm bad at this... Do you think most abusers know they’re being abusive? Probably, especially if it's physical. How do you feel about your SO daily/regularly checking up on a couple of his exes on social media? That'd be pretty suspicious, but then again, I can't really talk? One of my best friends/my ex is still a very good friend of mine, and we talk every now and again with no romantic interest (at least on my end; idk if he still like-likes me). That being said, I don't know how I'd feel, especially if it was daily. I do know I'd be less anxious if our relationship was strong and steady. What perfume of yours does your SO love on you? She doesn't like perfume, and I almost never wear it anyway. Have you made any (at least semi-) permanent alterations to your appearance? If so, how did you find the experience and do you regret it? Tattoos, there's a visible hole where my first lip ring was, and the holes in my left earlobe have been seriously stretched (it goes to literally the bottom of my lobe) from heavy earrings for a long time. No clue how the right side is totally fine. Anyway, the only tattoo I regret is my "ohana" one, as it doesn't really suit me; I don't give a damn if you're blood, I choose my "real" family, but even then, people change. I know I'll get it covered at some point; right now I'm considering a bat tat on my chest with its wings expanded at some point, and it may conceal it, but it's not high on my to-do list. I love my "how rare and beautiful it is to exist," although I wish I'd made a more unique design of it instead of stealing it from Pinterest... ha ha. I don't want tattoos others have; I want mine to stand out. I also wish I'd chosen an even more professional artist to do my Markiplier piece, but I plan on going to a better parlor when I can afford it to get my vision "right." It's probably the most important tattoo I'll ever have, so I want it perfect in my eyes. My artist didn't do bad, not at all, it just came out with a less convincing-galaxy background. It'll be an easy fix with the right artist. Onto the lip ring, I regret deliberately wanting it slightly to the left and not dead-center through my lip. I have no idea why I wanted it there? You can still see the faint hole when I pull my lips back, which I hate. Lastly, I just HATE the appearance of stretched-out earlobes. I don't even wear earrings anymore with how they look like there's about to just fall off. Women with disabilities/anxiety/depression/other mental health issues/chronic illnesses, how do you get it across to your SO/friends that sometimes you just can’t do something? Why specifically women? But anyway, sometimes it's just impossible. I don't think anyone can really "get it" until you have a breakdown/accident or whatever in front of them. Do you prefer your guy to wear cologne or not? I like the smell of light cologne. Ladies, how important is it to you that your SO wears/would wear a wedding ring? I suppose it'd be concerning if they just didn't want to, but like if it doesn't fit or anything, of course don't try to wear it. What was the turning point that led you to decide for or against having children? First, I took a look at my mental health and capabilities and chose I would NOT be a good, healthy mother able to raise them. Also, aforementioned maternal instinct lacking. As well, I don't want to invest years into a person that might just wind up hating me. And super importantly, my alone time is extremely important, and thaaat's pretty impossible with kids. They're expensive. Peace and quiet, bye. Pressure to ensure they grow up to be a good, independent person. Yeah, there's lots of reasons I can confidently say no, I don't want kids. How do you feel about men who preface statements on non-gendered things with “as a guy”? *shrugs* It depends, I guess. Does anyone else just HAVE to wear pajamas/lounge clothes when you’re at home? I live in my pjs. Is having your “dream” wedding really that important to have? No. What would your reaction be if your SO wanted the opposite type of wedding than you did? Just compromise. Who says things have to match a theme. What kind if body type do you find attractive and unattractive (for your preferred sex)? Let's get this straight first: I don't care about appearances. But of course, that doesn't mean I don't have preferences. For girls, I'm really attracted to curvy women at a healthy weight. Men, I like just a tad bit muscular, but noooot very much. How do you feel about strangers approaching you with compliments? I'm flattered, but I will definitely get anxious, especially if it's a man. I'm more terrified than anxious if they do that. Do you consider it cheating if your SO goes to a strip club and then doesn’t tell you? Hm, not really cheating. I'd be preeeetty unhappy if my s/o did that and kept it a secret, but I'm not quite sure how I'd react to knowing they went to a strip club. I think most likely I'd just feel like I wasn't enough and cry. Maybe I'd be fine with it if they asked me beforehand how I felt and I had their word they wouldn't "do anything." Like it's simple fact that you can be in a relationship and still find others attractive, so I guess if you just wanna go out for once and I feel you're genuine when telling me you'll behave, it's not too big a deal? But I'm still not sure. Would you be more offended if your man cheated on you with a guy or a girl? I'll just pretend you said "your partner." Both would upset the hell out of me, but I think doing it with the opposite gender would most hurt me, especially because you're taking a risk of someone getting pregnant. Is there something you are afraid, embarrassed, or ashamed to tell someone? That I love/play World of Warcraft, lmao. Admitting I'm an RPer would be even worse. DON'T ask what my worst weight was. The Joel thing. There's probably loads more. Are you struggling in any way right now?  Oh, of course. When was the last time you made a REALLY stupid decision? Oh boy. Really bad... HA, actually, probably this one time I drank a milkshake too fast, and my stomach still hasn't forgiven me. Do you put candy canes on your Christmas tree? Sometimes. Have you ever written/drawn/painted random stuff on your bedroom wall? No. What do you currently hear? "Professional Griefers" by deadmau5 ft. Gerard Way. What’s your favorite flavor of Doritos? Cool ranch. Who was the last person to hold your hand? Sara. Do you have any clothing with animal print on it? No. Have you ever seen a hippo in person? I don't believe we have any at our zoo, no. What’s something you do too much? Sit here. In the bed. On my laptop. Fun. How often do you have nightmares? Rarely. What was the last thing you downloaded on your computer? A game on Steam. I can't remember which. Honestly, are you spoiled? I don't think so, at least not much. Is there anyone’s laugh that makes you laugh when you hear it? Mark's. Have you ever parked in a handicapped spot when you weren’t supposed to? I will lose all respect for you if you pull that shit. Do you have a tan yet? It's winter, and I don't tan anyway. Have you ever been told you have a bad attitude? I think my grandmother did once on the same occasion she called me a bitch. Do you make other people laugh often? I don't think so, no. What are some things you want out of life? Satisfaction with all I've done and experienced, more than anything. Do you feel bored with your life? Boy, do I. Who’s someone you miss that you haven’t talked to in years? Megan. Do you miss anyone who was mean to you in the past? No. What’s the most weight you’ve ever gained from a medication? No. No. No. Nope. Not answering. Stay the actual fuck away from Abilify. How do you get through hard times? Talking with/venting to Sara and/or Mom, watch my favorite YouTubers, listen to (usually relatable) music, and just remind myself if I survived '16, I can persist through just about anything. Rarely, I draw some vent art. Have you ever been suicidal? Yes. Do you pray? If yes, to whom? No. I don't believe it has any power, even with me believing in some kind of ultimate creator. What do you miss about high school? Friends. What do you miss the most about college? I was in a very bad mental state through both attempts, so I miss nothing. Did you like high school? I've hated school since I was in pre-k, dude. Have you ever been the victim of a crime? I don't think so? Is your life worse than you could have ever have imagined it to be? or is it better, or just what you expected? Worse. I mean it's not awful, but I expected muuuuch more by this point... What was the last good book you read about? Arthas' rise to the Lich King, and it hurt me okay I still wanna press charges against Christie Golden. What’s the last great song you discovered? "Natural Born Sinner" by In This Moment. Do you feel free to post how you feel on Facebook? Nope. I pretty much never post about myself because I'm too afraid of saying something stupid "in front of" all the people I call friends. AvPD is a blessing. What is the most beautiful landscape you have ever seen? Mountains. Who were your favorite celebrities as a child? Steve Irwin was everything to me. I also loved Jesse McCartney and the Backstreet Boys. Oh, Jeff Corwin, too. What do you miss the most about your past? No mental illnesses. .-. Do you like getting older? At my current age, I don't really care... What hard thing are you going through right now, if applicable? The biggest thing currently is practically being chained to my house. I'm home alone almost everyday and usually all day, so day after day I'm just. Sitting here in this house by myself. Even as an introvert, it's gotten to a serious severity of loneliness and maddening boredom. I'm just gonna stop here before answering this any further ruins my day. Do you prefer slow songs or fast songs? Generally, more towards the fast side. Have you made any progress toward going after your dreams? Yeah, just teeny-tiny baby steps, sadly. What color is your trash can? Like, the big one you put on the side of the road for the dumpster? Dark green. What color is your dresser? Brown. Do you own a computer? If yes, is it a desktop or laptop? Yeah; laptop. How old were you when you first got a cell phone? I dunno, maybe the start of middle school? Do you like pineapple on pizza? You are a certified psychopath if you think that tastes good. No. What medication or drug has given you the worst withdrawals? I'm not sure. I've been on waaaaaaay too goddamn many to remember.

[dontfindyourcenter]

Chapter Twelve:  In which I accidentally do three chapters worth of things all at once

Rules: https://dontfindyourcenter.tumblr.com/post/177027661290/rules

Previous Chapter: https://dontfindyourcenter.tumblr.com/post/177618516610/chapter-11-running-on-empty

Konikoni City seems to exist just to taunt me for putting in that rule about not being able to exchange money for items.  All around me are shops for TMs, incense, herbs, even evolutionary stones and fossils.  It all makes me feel very hard done by.  The fact that only half of these items would actually be useful to me is irrelevant to this feeling.  Anyway, Olivia’s Probopass hands me a note telling me that I’m to pop over to the Ruins of Life and meet Olivia there.  Is there any reason Olivia couldn’t have told me this a few minutes ago, when I saw her at the other end of Diglett’s Tunnel?  I guess she just wanted me to say hello to her massive-nosed pokemon.  Fair enough; it can’t have many pals with a nose like that.

I swear to god, the closer to full health my party has, the faster my pokemon get hurt.  It’s like a really depressing version of osmosis.  Case in point; on my way through Memorial Hill, a little old lady fights me with a comfey, which - through a combination of the moves wrap and sweet kiss - manages to bring Hedwig from full health down to seven HP.  Seven!  I had to use my first ever hyper potion just to keep my strongest pokemon from fainting against a bloody flower crown!  What’s that about?  Side note: this battle made me think the phrase “lei’d to rest”, and I’m very angry about this.

At the end of Memorial Hill, we meet Aether Branch Chief Faba, the one member of the Aether Foundation that the game doesn’t even begin to pretend is a goodie.  Total creep, this guy.  He’s in an argument with a couple of Team Skull Grunts, and frustratingly, I’m not allowed to join forces with Team Skull and beat him up.  Instead, I have to fight the Alolan Raticate of one of the Grunts, and it’s actually a surprisingly strong one.  I even have to use a revive after it gets a critical hit against Mr Nancy the araquanid.  Luckily, Digit Al the magnemite finishes it off, and gets promoted to Digit Al the magneton as a result.  Score!

Now we’re in Akala Outskirts, where I pick up a T.M. for Leech Life, a very useful move indeed for Mr. Nancy, especially since it takes the strain off those healing items I’m running so low on.  I mess around for a little while making him use the move against anyone who comes too near, until he’s back on full health for the Grand Trial.  Lovely.

Before the Grand Trial, though, is a battle I’d clean forgotten about; Team Skull Admin Plumeria wanders up and tells me to stop beating up her teammates, who she quite correctly points out are cute and as dumb as rocks.  I absolutely adore the fact that her title is “Team Skull Admin”, by the way.  I just have this image of her being really pissed off on a laptop at the back of Team Skull’s base in Po Town, performing mind-numbing data entry tasks while the rest of the team are having a whale of a time trying to eat tide pods and suchlike.

Plumeria is tough, but not too tough.  Digit Al beats her golbat and Donna the marowak beats her salandit.  Her team beaten, Plumie admits that I’m strong, but warns me not to mess with the Skulls again.  Why do recurring characters in pokemon games always wait until after they’ve proven that they can’t beat you before warning you not to do something?  How much of a threat do they really think that sounds like?

Now we’re finally at the Ruins of Hope, and Lillie and Burnet come and heal my pokemon.  Such a lovely pair.  Burnet does that thing I mentioned last chapter where she overcompensates by loudly asking what the Masked Royal looks like under “that mask.”  Interesting that she doesn’t assume male pronouns, no?  Burnet is definitely suspect number one, imho.

And it’s time to face the big Kahuna!  Olivia - oh I get it, she’s called Olivia because olives have stones in them!  That’s cute - sends out a nosepass first, which is quickly dispatched by Mr Nancy with a couple of Bubblebeams.  Next is her midnight lycanroc, who Digit Al beats with a Mirror Shot or two.  Third we have a boldore, who Hedwig beats with a Grass Knot and a Razor Leaf, and… oh.  That’s it.  Not much for a grand trial, was it?  Slightly less grand than every single regular trial on the island, frankly.  She should have sent out a bloody comfey, they cause me way more trouble.

Shan’t complain though - I get a rock z-crystal and a stamp in my passport out of it, and now that there’s no more plot left to uncover on the island, I’ve been invited to go to the Aether Foundation and meet Lusamine.  It’s very exciting to meet the worst mum in a series of games full to the brim of mothers who kick their children out of their houses at age 10.

I do make a quick pit stop in Konikoni City before going there, though, because I know that now that I’ve beaten Olivia, I can have a battle with Trial Captain Lana.  It’s a fun one, too - since Lana has a chinchou (which resists electric types) and an araquanid (which resists grass types), there are no pokemon types with an advantage against all her pokemon, which always makes for a more dynamic match.  Olivia could really learn a thing or two from her.  Anyway, Hedwig beats the chinchou, Digit Al beats the shellder and Wash just barely survives a Hydro Vortex from the araquanid in order to beat that, too, and that’s the end of that.

I would have gone up against Mallow as well, but as I’ve never played Pokemon Moon before, I don’t know where to find her and don’t really care enough to find out.  Instead, I take that trip to Aether Paradise that that one evil guy offered me earlier.  Bye, Akala island!  Thanks for only killing two of my pokemon while I was on you!

When we arrive on Aether Paradise, Faba tells me that I will not be able to use any of my Poké Balls within Aether Paradise, since a jamming signal is broadcast throughout the facility to prevent them from functioning. This makes no sense at all; he’s just told me that the Aether Foundation develop poke balls on site, and while I’m no expert, I’m pretty sure it would be nearly impossible to invent something in a building where that specific thing can’t do anything.  And sure enough, he’s almost immediately proved wrong; the second that a Nihilego comes through an ultra wormhole and attacks me upstairs, I’m able to send out my pokemon from my poke balls to defend myself with no problem whatsoever.  Hey Faba, is your name Selena Gomez?  Because you’re a Bad Liar.  ...No, I know your name’s Faba, it’s a… I was referencing the 2017 hit song, Bar Liar, which was sung by…  actually I don’t think her music is as bad as you’re making it out to... oh, forget it.

I beat the Nihilego with a couple of bonemarangs from Donna.  Fun fact: throughout this word document, the words “Digit Al” have been underlined every time I’ve written them to tell me that I’ve misspelled them, but the word “bonemarangs” has been accepted as a completely legitimate word.  Alrighty then.

At this point, I was going to save the game, so that I could be prepared to travel to the next island on a completely fresh chapter.  That didn’t end up happening, though; I had to button-mash my way through heavy foreshadowing about Lusamine’s villain turn later in the game, get given a T.M. for psychic by Branch Assistant Wicke, watch a weird cutscene of Hau eating his food really excitedly, AND beat Hau in a pokemon battle, all before I was given the chance to take a breather and save the game.  When I finally got out of the waiting room, my doctor wasn’t remotely amused.  

(The Hau battle went fine, by the way.  Donna, Hedwig and Nina beat his raichu, brionne and flareon without any real trouble.   He also healed my team both before and after the fight.  Do you expect anything else from Hau by this point?)

End of chapter twelve.

[huntertales]

Part Three: Monster Behind the  Mask. (Family Matters S06E07)

Episode Summary: Dean becomes suspicious of Samuel’s motives. Sam, however, isn’t sold on the idea that their grandfather is doing anything wrong, leaving the reader stuck in the middle of who to trust. When the reader and the boys go along on a hunt with the Campbells, things go terribly array. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,340.

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You were still trying to figure out how you felt about the Campbells. You spent over a year now hunting with them, enjoying beers after a job well done and exchanging knowledge that each of you had discovered over the years of hunting and endless hours of research. They were almost like the Winchester family. Almost. If you pretended having one thing in common, being raised in this lifestyle at a very young age, could count for a stand in family. Much as you tried to warm up to the hunters, nobody was like the Winchester brothers you spent almost every waking moment with for over four years. Nothing was the same. Not even now felt like old times you’d longed to have back. The people you once surrounded yourself with were long gone.

Sam was a polar opposite of who he used to be when he came back to the cage without a soul. He was cold, emotionless. He made decisions on natural human intuition, or what would benefit him to get him closer to what he wanted. Cas wasn’t around anymore like he used to. While you were happy to see that he was back to his old self again, he was having problems upstairs that needed his constant attention. Dean had been trying since you and Sam started hunting again to get things back to the way it used to be. But even he caught on to the different circumstances that came with having two people come back from the cage—the secrets, the lying.

You were back at the Campbell compound after Dean thought Sam was really going to take up the offer to work with their grandfather on the project that he suggested, but never parttaked to see it what they did. It was all hearsay. You didn’t like what Sam was doing behind your back. You didn’t like how Sam had been lying to you, making you think all of the hard work you’d been putting into tracking down these Alphas was to kill them. After all, they were the monsters who had created the things you hunted today. These Alphas were supposed to die. Not to be poked at and inspect what sort of new things you might be able to learn after torturing them. If Samuel wanted to play the dirty game of how to make a monster squeal, you could lend a hand.

“Samuel?” You quietly spoke the older hunter’s name as you opened up the door to his office without announcing your presence again. Your lips stretched into an apologetic smile when you caught the man off guard. He stood at his desk with his back to the door, packing a duffel bag with objects that you couldn’t see.

“Damn, kid, learn how to knock.” Samuel muttered underneath his breath. You tell from the tone of his voice that the man was annoyed at how you didn't follow his simple rules. He absentmindedly looked over his shoulder, expecting two towering bodies over yours, but you stood in the doorway of his office, alone. “Where are the boys?”

“Sam’s around here.” You said. “Dean’s...gone.”

“What do you mean, gone’?” Samuel asked, his eyes narrowing in slight confusion as to what you meant by that.  

“He left about an hour ago. Dean didn't like how things changed between the three of us. And I agreed. I thought things would be better without him.” You explained the faulty story to the older hunter. Samuel didn't seem all that disappointed to hear. He mumbled about how it was too bad as he circled around the table to continue packing. “I want to be apart of this family, Samuel. I really do. But the lying has got to stop.”

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” Samuel asked. He circled around the desk and continued on packing up his belongings, barely managing to look up and see what he was being accused of now by you.

“I know what you're doing with the Alphas after you had me help track them down. I saw you today. Sam told me about your little plan, too.” You said. You got the hunter’s attention when you spoke a secrets he’s been keeping from you. He froze in his spot, waiting for the backlash. Instead, you gave him the opposite reaction of what he was expecting. “I want in.”

“In?” Samuel asked, pretending to play dumb by what you could have meant by that.

“On the interrogations. On everything. Out anyone here, I’ve got the skills to make those Alphas sing like a canary.” You said. You were proposing a deal you would have never agreed to on any other day. But you needed to get in there and see what they were doing with your own two eyes. “Sam and I both agree that this is us now. Dean was holding us back. Whatever you need, we’ll do it. No questions asked.”

“Yeah, I know you two will. You’ve been especially a good help, Y/N. And you’re right. I should have told you about what we’ve been doing.” Samuel said. You stood up straighter and waited for him to give you the directions, anything to help get to the interrogation. However, it seemed Samuel was ready just yet to let you in into his personal crowd. “But I can’t risk you going into a high stress situations like these interrogations. You know what happens if you get too stressed.”

You refrained yourself from lashing out at him from his poor excuse. You inhaled a deep breath as you tried to approach the argument with a calm tone. “It happened...what, a handful of times? And to be fair on my part, it was right when I came back from the dead. I've got it under control."

“Don't forget the vamps nest back when Dean got turned. You said so yourself to me that you don’t remember a thing. If it wasn’t for Dean, you would have been dead after that stunt you pulled.” Samuel might have been old, but he sure know how to try and win a fight. Mary had been a strong headed woman like yourself. She tried proving herself over and over again about how she could handle big hunts. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest like how she used to. “Until we figure out what’s causing these blackouts of yours, and this soul business on top of it, you and Sam keep doing what you’re doing.”

“But I can—” You tried your hardest to try and get him to change his mind over something so stupid like your episodes that you thought had been triggered by stress. That’s what all of the neurologists told you after you visited at least half a dozen. Or maybe it was the fact that you were human for once in your new life. No special demon side to miraculously heal you.

“No. You can’t.” Samuel cut you off, knowing well enough his decision was for the best. You let out a sigh as you looked disappointed in yourself for the things in yourself that you couldn’t handle. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, mumbling that it was okay. You saw yourself out of the compound and left the older Campbell back to his packing, letting the man think you agreed to his plan. Little did he realize that Sam had been waiting for you outside, already ready for the second plan if the first one failed. He went through Samuel’s truck and pulled out of the many burner phones that the both of you could use to track him. If the man didn’t want to tell you where he was doing these interrogations, fine. You’d just follow him and see things close up and personal for yourself.

The both of you headed back to the Impala that was hidden from the compound to make sure your story was more believable. You slipped yourself into the backseat as Sa m took his rightful place in the passenger’s side. Dean had been absentmindedly staring out the driver’s side window, expecting you to be back at any moment, but it was the sight of his brother that took the man a bit by surprise. You leaned forward in your seat as you looked at Dean, the ends of your lips stretching into a smirk as he tried to play it cool.

“You didn’t think I’d come back with Y/N.” Sam guessed.

Dean shrugged his shoulders, “I figured, sixty-forty.”

“Well, you’re stuck with us. Samuel didn’t take the bait.” You said, reaching for your laptop that you had conveniently placed in the seat next to you. You opened it up and pulled the tracking website to help pinpoint where Samuel would be heading off to. "So we went with Plan B."

“We had a Plan B?” Dean asked.

“Of course. Can’t be too careful.” You said. “I told Sam to fire up the GPS on one of his phones while I was talking to your grandfather. Should be able to track him the Alpha.”

“The old man won’t notice?” The older WInchester cautiously wondered.

“Trust me. He thinks Velcro is big news. That’s why I’ve been stuck doing the desk job. Man can barely work a microwave with cursing up a storm.” You said. You watched as the map you pulled up showed a blinking red dot. As it began to move, you turned your laptop around to show the brothers. “And this, boys, is why you keep me around.”

+ + +

You and the boys tracked Samuel to a shady part of town, where nothing existed except for abandoned warehouses and a mile or two away from human civilization. It looked like the perfect spot to bring someone to have a nice, friendly chat. If the chat ended in them screaming and begging for their lives. Dean pulled the Impala up around the corner when the van Samuel had been driving pulled up to a doorway just across the way. The three of you were hidden just enough to watch the man and Christian disappear inside, having no clue they were being followed.

When the coast was clear, all of you headed to the door where you saw Samuel enter in. Dean tried opening the door, but it came as no surprise when he realized it was locked. As he pulled out his lock pick kit, you noticed something red was smeared across the metal door. You ran a finger across the substance and looked at in for a moment when you realized it was still wet.

“Dead man’s blood.” You noted, showing the boys what you discovered. “Smart move. Lock the place down with vamp repellent.”

Too bad the three of you had to ruin the fun. You and Sam inspected the area as Dean busied himself with working the lock before he successfully granted all of you entrance inside. You tightened your grip on the machete and followed inside, making sure the door quietly shut behind you before embarking on the journey into the warehouse. You expected this place to be crawling with hunters. But it seemed the place was eerily quiet the further you journeyed deeper into the place. For a few minutes you expected you might have gotten the wrong building. But when you heard footsteps coming up from a hallway just across the way and a flash of a familiar face, you knew someone was coming.

You and the boys quickly darted for a room on the right before Christian could spot you like you had done. You found a desk that was big enough for you and Dean to hide behind as Sam stuck himself behind a corner. Footsteps began to approach the room as expected and trailed off. But you weren’t in the clear just yet. You quieted down your breathing when Christian backtracked and found himself standing in the doorway of the room you and the boys were hiding in. It was a few moments before the man figured that he just heard something and he was off again, giving you the chance to finally get back to exploring the place. Of course you would have gladly accepted the challenge of knocking him out cold if need be.

The three of you headed back into the hallway when Christian was long gone. You traveled behind the boys and looked around at the bleek, gray concrete walls and surroundings that might have been a bit overwhelming to a normal person. To you, the further you traveled into this place, a sudden rush of deja vu hit you. It felt like you've been here before. Like you walked down these same halls on different occasions.

You furrowed your brow slightly as you rubbed your head, trying your hardest to get the feeling to go away. It was never a good sign when you felt the feeling come creeping back into you. For someone, the phenomenon was a weird feeling, a lapse of memories crashing together. For you, it meant another episode was threatening to come in. And it always chose the most inconvenient timing when you heard a familiar voice echo through the hall, making you realize you were closer than you anticipated.

“You’re seeing now how this shapes up is entirely up to you.”

It was Samuel. You and the boys approached a heavy iron door that must have held the big monster. Sam took one side as you stood close to Dean, who waited a moment before slowly pushing the sliding door to give the three of you a peek. You peered over the edge to see what was going on. Inside was Samuel, who stood with his back to the door, his full attention on the Alpha vampire, who was strapped down in a chair. For an added caution he was locked up in a large, intimidating looking cage. He didn’t seem bothered by his surrounding or the questions the hunter was asking him.

“Where is it?” Samuel asked the vampire. The monster remained silent. “Answer the question. Where is it? How do we find it?”

You took another peek around the door to see that Samuel wasn't wasting any of his precious time by reaching for a button connected to the cage and powered up some machine that you couldn't see. He slammed his palm against a button, and just a few moments later, a sudden burst of electricity ran through the vampire's body from the iron nails they had jammed into his hands and feet You were expecting something to come out of the monster's mouth. However, he sat there, not even blinking at what must have felt like a tickle to him. The vampire decided to have some fun for himself when he noticed that Samuel was pissed at the lack of reaction.

“Ouch. Stop.” The vampire sarcastically pleaded in a montone. “That hurts.”

Samuel slammed the button again, making the electricity stop. He stepped away and began to pace around the room a few times before turning his attention to the Alpha. “Now, this—this is Club Med compared to what we have planned for you.” The older hunter tried to tease the idea that they had more up their sleeve. The vampire merely looked away. “I got all the time in the world.”

“Well, that makes two of us.” The vampire remarked back.

The comment was enough to get under Samuel’s skin. He reached for a weapon on the table he was standing next to you and began to charge forward, but he changed his mind quickly after, knowing he couldn’t do anything. The vampire let out a laugh when the hunter threw the weapon back where he found it. Samuel decided that he had enough of this and exited the room. You looked back over at the boys when you heard the door shut. All of you were set on the idea of finding Samuel and asking him a few of your own questions. Before you could take a step, a voice called out to you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Are you three going to hide all night? Come on out.” The vampire said, deciding that it was the perfect time for the four of you to have a nice talk. You and the boys exchanged a look before you were opening up the door further to see the Alpha vampire himself. You stepped into the place they were keeping him, taking notice of how well they had him on lock down. But you didn’t loosen your grip on your machete as you approached him, making sure to leave enough distance to the door. Just in case the worst scenario happened. “How can I help you?”  

“We got some questions for you, Skippy.” Dean said as he slowly approached the cage. “Since you’re going nowhere fast.”

The vampire let out another chuckle, “Don’t be so sure.”

“Yeah? Locked down pretty tight. With dead blood rushing through your veins...not sure you got enough juice to fire up that psychic bat-signal of yours.” Dean said, knowing himself first hand of what the creature was capable of. Now what laid in front of him was a slightly weaker version of himself. But still strong enough to take care of himself. All it took was patience. Neither one of you noticed when the Alpha's middle fingernail grew eerily long, slowly cutting away at the leather straps that kept him bond like an animal.

“True. Not near enough juice for that, Dean.” The Alpha agreed.

Dean grew a bit tense when he heard his name being spoken by the vampire, “Didn’t realize we were on a first-name basis.”

“Of course we are. After all, you were my child for a time.” The vampire said, as if the memory had skipped your mind. Ever so slowly, his nail dragged itself across the leather. “Dean, tell me, did you enjoy it?”

“I’m asking the questions here, Fright Night.” Dean said. You looked away from the Alpha for a moment to see that Dean approached the cage. Deciding to try his hand at inflicting some sort of pain by pushing the same button Samuel had, letting a surge of electricity run through the cage again, but the vampire didn’t flinch. He didn’t react. All of this was child’s play compared to what he was planning.

“When your kind first huddled around the fire...I was the thing in the dark. Now you think you can hurt me?” The vampire asked. Dean powered down the machine once more when he realized it wasn’t worth the effort. A smirk spread across the monster’s lips when the man backed down. You began to slowly walk forward to the cage, curiosity beginning to peak your interest as to why Samuel was going through all of this effort to ask all these questions.  “I have all night, kids. You do not. I’m happy to tell you whatever you want to know.”

"You seemed awfully quiet before." You noted. "Why now?"

“Why?” The vampire repeated your question. You narrowed your eyes slightly when he decided to answer you with a threat that he thought he was going to make a reality. “Because soon I’ll be ankle deep in your blood...sucking the marrow from your bones.”

“So you’re really it.” Sam said. He stepped forward to the cage when he observed the monster for a few moments. He had never got to see an Alpha up close and personal before like this. It was always about the tracking and finding them off guard. All the lore he read about and the whispers the Campbells had spoke about, and here laid one, like a caged animal. Harmless as a hellhound with a muzzle. “The first of your species.”

“The very first.” The vampire said with pride in his voice.

“But if you’re the first, who made you?” Sam asked.  

“Well, we all have our mothers.” The vampire said. He stared at the three of you for a moment as his nail continued to slowly cut through the leather strap. Neither one of you took the time to notice what he was doing. “Even me.”

“What does that even mean?” You questioned the Alpha. His answer was a throaty laugh, which you didn’t find the least bit amusing. You rolled your eyes and decided to keep him up on his offer of answering any questions that you might have that pertained to the things you seen while hunting his children. “What’s with the big surge of vampires lately?”

“We’re going to war.” The Alpha said. Your facial expression dropped when you heard him give a response that you weren’t expecting to hear. It wasn’t that long ago you solved a problem with the same threat. Now another one landed right in your lap. And you wanted to shove it far away from you before you could learn anything else.

“What’s going on?” Sam questioned the vampire when the three of you weren’t getting any kind of useful information. “Why did Samuel bring you here?”

“You smell cold.” The Alpha said. You slowly looked away from the vampire and to the younger Winchester from what you heard. He noticed right away about how the younger Winchester was much different to his hot-blooded counterparts by simply the way his body had adjusted to something so small, but so significant in many different ways. "You have no soul. What an oddity. Do you feel how empty you are? What is it like to have no soul?”

“Answer my question.” Sam said.

“You first.”

“You’re the one in the cage.”  

“The thing about souls, if you’ve got one, of course, if they’re predictable. You die, you go up, or down. Where do my kind go?” The vampire asked, bringing up a few questions you never really took the time to think of before. What happens to the wicked when they finally get put down? Or the monsters who tried their hardest to live a quiet life in the shadows? They were granted an eternal blissfulness above. But they weren’t punished in the fiery pits below like humans. Dean rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear whatever kind of sermon the Alpha was preaching. “I’m trying to answer the question. Now, when we freaks die, where do we go? Not heaven, not hell, so?”

“Legoland?” Dean wondered with a sarcastic guess.

“Little rusty on our Dante, perhaps?”

You thought to yourself for a moment about how that had to do with anything. You had Heaven for those who lived a life of purity, hell for sinners who did unspeakable things during their time on earth. But there was one place that you’d only heard of as a myth. A place where people who weren’t innocent, yet still had some chance of redeeming themselves to be granted a spot in heaven. You looked over at the Alpha when you realized what he was hinting at.

“Purgatory.” You muttered underneath your breath.

“Purgatory?” Dean repeated what you just said. “Puragorty’s real?”

“Oh, stupid cattle. Of course. And it is filled with the soul of every hungry thing like me that has ever walked this earth. Now, where is it? That is the mystery.” The Alpha explained to the three of you. “That is what your kind-hearted granddaddy is trying to beat out of me.”

"Samuel brought you here to find out where puragory is?" You asked him for clarification, but you were finding yourself suddenly overwhelmed with questions at what you were finding out.

“I keep telling him, ‘How would I know such a thing?’” The Alpha shrugged as he pretended to act clueless, but you could see right through his act. Something powerful as him would know, he had to. “But he refuses to untie me.”

“You know exactly where it is.” You accused him. You stepped closer to the cage  until you were just a foot away from the bars, wanting to get to the bottom of this once and for all. “Why does Samuel care so much about this?”

“He doesn’t care.” The Alpha answered you. “He does as he is told.”

Someone else was pulling at the man's strings and making him do all of this. All the lying, all the secrets was because the man was doing exactly what his boss wanted. You slowly looked over at the boys when you began to wonder what kind of leverage Samuel's boss had against him to make him do this. And if this mysterious person you’ve never heard of before until now was the exact same one who had pulled the man out of his spot in heaven. Along with you and Sam.

“Well if the old man’s Kermit,” Dean said, “Whose hand’s up his ass?”

You could feel your jaw tightening from the circumstances you had let yourself be apart of for this entire year. Samuel used you and Sam for his own benefit. And you were about to give him hell when you found him. But it seemed the man was already one step ahead of you. The sound of a gun clicking into place made you look over your shoulder to see the man himself. You could feel yourself white-knuckling the grip around the machete when you saw Samuel standing there with a few of his men.

You and the boys had no choice but to surrender. You unwillingly tossed your machete and any sort of weapon you were carrying to the floor when you were escorted back to the hall. But you didn’t need a knife or a gun to kill Samuel. If Christian wasn’t pointing his gun at you, you’d make your move and show him how you felt about this entire situation.

“You know, I have seen some stupid in my time, but you take the crown.” Dean said. He was the one who spoke his mind as his lips partly into a smirk as he laughed about the situation his own grandfather put himself into. But there was nothing funny about this. “Putting Jaws in a fishbowl? How do you think that’s gonna end? I don’t know what kind of game—”

“You think I’m doing this for kicks?” Samuel cut off his grandson when he was being accused of something that painted him like the villain here.

“I think you’ve got these feebs convened you’re John Wayne.” Dean said. He took a step or two closer to the man, showing his grandfather that things were only going to end up deadly if he kept up this little side project that he’d been keeping a secret from all of you for however long he had been. “So whatever you're doing, whatever you're hiding...it's gonna put you and everyone around you in the ground.”

Samuel didn’t seem to find his grandson’s words all that helpful, in fact, they crawled under his skin, making him step forward to the man and reach out an arm. You took it as an opportunity to grab the loaded shotgun out of his grip when he made the mistake of outstretching his arm where you were standing. Sam roughly threw Christian against the wall and unarmed him as Dean shoved Samuel against the opposite wall. He tried to reach down to grab his gun and load the clip back into the chamber, but before he could, the three of you froze in your spot, hearing the sound of a gun cocking in place. You let out a sigh as you looked down the hall to see Gwen standing there with a smirk on her lips and a loaded gun she was pointing in your direction.

It seemed everyone in the Campbell family was onto this situation, except for you and the boys. All of you were at a crossroads of what to do now the truth was out there. But things you wanted to discuss with Samuel would have to wait when you heard a scream of terror echo through the warehouse, coming from the same room where the Alpha and one of Samuel’s men were. You had a feeling that it wasn’t good. Samuel let out a sharp sigh from what he heard and nodded his head to your belongings and told you to grab them. He needed all the backup for what all of you were were about to discover.

You followed behind as all of you headed back into the interrogation room to see a sight of one dead hunter, his body sprawled on the blood and his blood in a puddle at your feet. But the most unsettling sight of all was a cage now empty, an Alpha vampire that could easily escape his surroundings wasn't good. You let out a frustrated sigh of your own as you rubbed your eyes, feeling a sudden headache settling into the front of your head at the situation you had on your hands. As if things couldn't get any worse. They always did.

“How much dead man’s blood we got left?” Samuel asked. Christian pulled out all of two syringes from his pocket to show his uncle.

“I see you guys are really planning for situations like this." You muttered underneath your breath, rolling your eyes at the situation that wasn’t ideal. But it was six hunters against one Alpha, not mention of the dead man’s blood they had running through his veins before. "How long until the Alpha's a hundred percent?"

“An hour, maybe less.” Samuel said. “We need to get him back in the cage.”

“No. I don’t know what your plan was, but catch is not on the table. Take off the head, or it kills us all. You know what.” Dean said, taking control of the situation before one of you would end up dead end up next to complete a task that was impossible. Samuel looked at his grandson for a moment. He wasn’t happy at the new plan, but he agreed. They already lost one person. All of you couldn’t risk losing another. “Okay. We split up, clear every room. You get a shot, take it. It’s not gonna kill him...but the dude will move slower. And if we make it through this, you, me, Y/N and Sam—we are gonna have one hell of a family meeting.”

Even though there was six of you and one vampire, the odds were working against you the more time slipped past and the dead man's blood vanished from his system. He could be hiding anywhere. You hoped one of you was fast enough to take his head off before you were next on the menu. Everyone tried to stay in groups to keep each other safe. You stayed with Dean as Sam stuck around with Gwen, leaving Christian and Samuel to fend for themselves.

You wandered through the warehouse with caution and looked over your shoulder, making sure the Alpha didn’t take you by surprise. Your life could never be simple as hunting down monsters and traveling around with the boys. No. It was always about the bigger picture, a fight that you didn’t want to be apart of and asking questions about where someone’s soul was and why Samuel was looking for the afterlife. You tightened your grip around your machete when you rounded the corner and took another part of the building without backup. You anticipated for a gruesome sight, but what you saw made you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding

“Any luck?” You asked the three men standing in front of you.

Christian shook his head and dropped his weapon for a moment, “You think he ran out?”

The possibility seemed likely if you captured any other vampire, but with someone powerful as the Alpha, he wouldn't leave any survivors. You had a feeling he was in here in the shadows, waiting until he was strong enough again to attack. But you didn't realize when you turned your head to look out into the hallway, in which you were just a few moments, that he was bold enough to make his move quicker than you thought. Your eyes widened slightly as you opened your mouth to warn the man that the Alpha was right behind him. But the only thing that came out of your mouth next was a gasp when you heard the sound of Christian neck snapping like a twig when the Alpha twisted it at an angle that didn’t look good.

Samuel didn't waste a second in seeking vengeance when his nephew dropped to the ground. He pointed his gun straight at the Alpha and pulled the trigger, but it did nothing to stop the monster. The Alpha threw the hunter across the room and went straight after Sam when the man tried to take him down himself, only to be failed when the vampire was too powerful. You weren’t going to fall victim as you swung your machete at him, trying to at least get any sort of hit in to make him weaker. Your attempts went farther than anyone else, but you weren’t successful as you wanted.

You suddenly felt a grip around your throat and your backside being pressed against the wall. Your machete dropped to the ground when the Alpha had you exactly where he wanted. You could feel his grip tightened even more, cutting off any sort of air to your lungs. His lips stretched into a smirk when he saw you struggling to keep consciousness.

"The boy with no soul and the girl who they me I should be afraid of. Oh, no. I've got big plans for the both of you. Especially you, Y/N." He whispered to you, but you didn't understand what he was saying as the dull ache in your lungs began to grow. "It's amazing how that pesky little soul gets in the way. But not for you two. You will be the perfect animal.”

The Alpha’s mouth turned into fangs and got ready to do the deed, but if he only knew that was as far as he’d ever go. Out of nowhere, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the crook of his neck and a sudden rush of poison race through his veins. Your body dropped to the ground when you felt the grip around your throat be released. Sam rushed to his feet when he noticed that, out of all the people who went in to save the day, was someone he saw get killed just a few moments ago. Christian stood with an empty syringe that once held dead man’s blood, his eyes painted black as the dark soul that took over his body.

But he wasn't working alone. Everything happened so fast after that. Dean and Gwen made it back to the room when they heard all sorts of ruckus. They stumbled upon the sight of the Alpha cornered with no way to go with Christian. But he had the help of a few friends they never seen before. Before either one of them could figure out what was going on, just like that, they were gone. All that remained was the five you.

Dean found his attention wandering away from the sight that he’d just witnessed when he noticed you were lying on the ground, not moving after being attacked by the Alpha. He began to think of the worst when he dropped himself down to your level and began whispering your name in a worried tone. He cupped your face with his hands and tried to wake you when he felt a pulse beating against his fingers when he checked, worried that you might have suffered a fatal disaster after going at it with the Alpha.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Dean muttered to you. “Snap out of it.”

You began to slowly come back around when you heard his voice. He watched as your eyes began to move back and forth from behind your eyelids. You moved your head up by yourself as you finally opened your eyes. He was expecting to see you, but what he saw staring back at him took him by complete surprise. Your lips stretched into a smirk as your eyes were black as night. Black as a demon he thought you wouldn’t come back as.

Dean always carried the demon knife with him, never knowing when black-eyed sons of bitches like the one he thought cruising around in your body liked to show up. He pulled it out and got ready to threaten the demon inside of you, but before he could, Samuel managed to stop him.

“Don’t.” Samuel warned his grandson. “It’s not a demon. It’s still her—It’s Y/N.”

“Think you could get rid of me that easy?” You whispered to him as you let out a quiet chuckle from seeing his reaction. “Oh, no.”

The older Winchester thought things couldn't get any worse. He thought it was bad enough that his brother was without a soul, he'd been turned a vampire for a short time and his grandfather turned out to be a liar who had been lying to the three of you for weeks now. Now you stood in front of him, his mind swimming with all thoughts to how this happened. How Cas didn't realize you came back from the cage a demon. A slow clapping sound coming from across the room caused the hunter to turn his gaze away from you, and to a sight of someone from your past that he thought he’d never see again.

There stood on top of the metal staircase was the demon who had been the one who had been the one who gave Ella her second deal. The one who help try take down the Devil with the three of you. And the son of a bitch who kept Bobby’s soul after promising to return it. Crowley, the king of the Crossroads, graced all of you with his presence. "Well, that was a bit dramatic."

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Super Junior reaction to hugging them during an argument

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-kyu

Leeteuk

The argument would have been going on for ages, neither of you a wanting to give up. You knew Leeteuk better then anyone and he always had a firm belief about resolving a fight immediately. You both would have been standing in the lounge screaming at each other, while his precious puppy hid from the loud noises. You loved Leeteuk, more than anything and when he was worked up…HE WAS WORKED UP. Taking a long stride towards him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a hug. A hug that had him fade out what he was saying and hugging you back. Sighing deeply and placing a kiss on your head.

‘I love you, please stop fighting with me over this…’

Heechul

Ah Kim Heechul, much like Teuk there would be shouting but it would be a fight that moved throughout the entire apartment. You would throw pillows at him to try and stop him from exiting the room but that wouldn't help. Accusations would be flying about, with accusing fingers being pointed and sharp words being exchanged. Heechul in general was a dick if you didn't get his humor or personality, but now he was just going overboard. Grabbing his wrist, you would pull him into a hug but he would push away and look at you with anger. Searching your face, he would realize you wanted this to end and would slowly envelope you.

‘I am a dick, I know this, but can we stop arguing please?’

Yesung

Soft Yesung would generally never get angry, but when it involved his precious turtles then you knew an argument would break out.  Just because you forgot to put the light on at the exact time, your boyfriend was having a fit. You both would be standing in the bedroom, shouting over who was right and so on. The poor turtles would just continue in their tanks as Yesung would pick one up and give you a whole lecture about the ‘proper turtle care’. At this point you are tired of this, grabbing the turtle, you put it back in the tank and pull him into a hug with your head against his chest and him slowly caressing your hair, forgetting about that stupid argument.

‘You win, I’m sorry for starting this stupid fight baby.’

Kangin

Manly Kangin would be fuming over the fact that you had done something he specifically asked you not to do. The argument was stupid to even begin with, but he wanted his point across. You would plead your case saying you didn't do it on purpose, it just sort of happened. He would give up and turn on his heels, ready to leave before you grabbed his upper arm and halting him. Slowly you would turn him around and embrace him softly. He would slowly peel himself away and hold your face, stroking your cheeks gently

‘I don’t like fighting with you and you know this, so please just listen to me next time my love.’

Shindong

Resident teddy bear Shindong would not be as aggressive in his approach. His wording would be harsh but his action would be natural. No theatricals like Heechul. He would use factual information during the fight rather then splurging out anything that came to mind. You both would be sitting somewhere in the lounge and before long you would get up and quickly sit in his lap, hugging him tightly and resting your head in the crook of his neck. He would sigh before kissing your forehead and holding you close.

‘Stop fighting me okay? I am your boyfriend, not your enemy.’

Sungmin

Pumpkin patch Sungmin would be like Yesung but have a mixture of Heechul. When he was fired up, he was FIRED UP. He would be walking around in one room with his hands in the air and words everywhere. At this point you would remain quiet and just let him rant. Sighing, you knew this argument was getting old and you would grab him by the waist and pull him into your warmth.  He would push you away gently before seeing your face and quickly pulling you back in and kissing your head.

‘Fighting with you is a lost cause because I love you, so no more sweetheart…’

Eunhyuk

You and the dancer would have been fighting for days on end. At this point, neither of you even knew what the argument was about. All you both knew is that there had to be a winner before it ended. On the forth day, you both would be bickering in the bedroom over who finished the strawberry milk and forgot to replace it. Trivial, but very important. Absolutely frustrated and on the verge of breaking, you just yanked him by his collar and hugged him. He would try to break the hold by pushing you away before giving up with a slump of his shoulders. Once feeling his arms around you, you would smile.

‘You play dirty, but I love you so this argument ends now.’

Zhoumi

Seasoning would be passive, sitting at the table across from each other. Even though there was no physical bashing, the words kept coming. It had been long and rough weeks for the both of you and clearly running on a short fuse. Standing up, you would push his chair out slightly before straddling his waist and hugging him tightly. Within seconds he would respond before cupping your face and kiss every inch of it, because he wanted to show you how much he loved you.

‘It ends here, no more. We forget about it, okay?’

Donghae

Fishy would be a bit more emotional about the argument. Hands failing about. The argument was just a repetition. It would just be said in a different manner when the other was given the chance to speak. Much like his leader, he wanted to resolve this immediately. It was well pass the normal bed time and you yawned in the middle of his rebuttal before just grabbing him and giving him a firm squeeze. The hug was immediately given back as he stroked your hair and whispered how sorry he was.

‘I love you, more then anything and I hate having to fight with you. I am sorry my love…’

Siwon

There would be a little aggressive kick in Siwon when fighting. But you knew how to stand your ground. Word flew until something really hit the spot. Shouting back, tears would emerge but you knew he wouldn't give in let alone notice in his fit of rage. Walking up to him quickly, you would grab the back of his neck and force a hug. You would feel his hands ready to push you way before a tear fell on his bare skin. As if on target, his strong arms would be wrapped and basically crushing you against his body.

‘Please stop crying….please. I am sorry baby.’

Ryeowook

You and the eternal maknae would be sitting on the edge of the bed. He would be looking at you while arguing. Ryeowook was always a quiet innocent person in general, but at this moment his inner Heechul was out. When that happened, his cute outer appearance seemed to just disappear. He would be making hand gestures before you stood up and stood in front of him. Without a word, you would pull him to his feet and have him basically fall into your hug. He would hang their limp before registering what was really happening. Within a heartbeat, he would hug you back ever so tightly before whispering with a softer voice.

‘I am sorry, I know I can go off the rails sometimes but I don’t wanna fight anymore.’

Kyuhyun

Maknae would be on top of things. Using every bit of proof to win the argument. Stating every fact and detail he could remember. At this point you just stood with you arms crossed as he accused you of moving his games around and tampering with his laptop. Following him around the room, he would be pointing at something before turning and seeing you right in front of him and pulling him into a hug. Immediately he would push you away and just look at you. The look of shock and hurt would be spread on your face as he suddenly forgot what you were both arguing about. Trying to walk away, you would be grabbed and squished against his chest.

‘Listen I love you baby, no more arguing…’

Henry

Ahhhh Mochi, he would be the rational one at first. Trying to end the fight in general until one wrong thing was said. He would become slightly more irritated and pissed now that his fuse was lit. For a small boy, he sure knew how to handle himself well. You both be in the kitchen, one on either side of the kitchen island. Shouting and leaning over it. You would inch closer to him, catching him by surprise with the hug but he was ready. Always ready as he hugged you back with a soft smile.

‘Now where was that in the beginning of the fight?

*BONUS*

Hangeng

The Chinaman would be like Kangin, taking he manly rough route with is approach to the fight. Arguing just as strongly as you argued back. It had been a long week for him and he was running short on sleep and just rational thinking. You knew fighting back was stupid, but it was instinct to stand up for what was right. About twenty minutes into the argument, you realized this was getting no where. Within a flash, you had him in you arms but was pushed away just as quickly. There was no quick realization as he would start arguing again before you finally just let him finish his lecture. Panting and running a had through his hair he would sigh.

‘I’m sorry, but you are also at fault here but I will say that I did go slightly overboard. I love you very much baby, regardless of this issue.’

Kibum

Kimmy Kibum would be like Ryeowook.  Passive in his approach, but never short of sass. You knew how to handle the rapper, and you knew physical touch would be the way. As he rambled on, you would close the gap before he would slowly forget what he was saying and you took that opportunity to wrap your arms around your neck. His reaction time wasn’t fast, but eventually you felt him hug you back and kissing your neck softly.

‘I like this more then fighting…’