#and then he tried to be nosy and see what she was studying and then woke her up dshgfdskjfhks

[teapartyprincess4two]

On Stream- M. Sturniolo

pairing: gf!reader x bf!Matt

classification: fluff

warnings: use of y/n, short, slight cursing, some suggestive comments

summary: Matt mentions you on stream, causing the chat to go crazy.

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Nowadays it seems that Matt and Chris have an abnormal amount of free time.

The pair have spent the past few days running errands, catching up on chores, spending quality time together, and unwinding. But two energetic young men can only do so much relaxing before it becomes unbearably boring, especially without you and Nick around.

Nick’s somewhere across the globe, relishing in the perks of having good friends. He’s experiencing the world with a sense of individuality, having been apart from his triplet brothers for over a week.

Without Nick around the house is quiet and boring enough, but Chris and Matt can usually count on you to keep them company. But it seems that they see you less and less every day.

You aren’t somewhere far away, not physically at least, you’re just very, very busy. As you enter the fall semester, you’re juggling a multitude of responsibilities including school, work, your social life, and your relationship. But as you adjust to your crazy hectic schedule, you spend less time at home with Matt and more time nose deep in a book.

So, just as the brothers grow accustomed to the eerie silence that haunts the halls of their home and the boredom that settles into their everyday lives, they decide enough is enough and take up a new hobby. Streaming.

Today, as Matt anchors himself in his rolling chair, his eyes skim through the endless chats that flood his screen. Chris sits next to him, a vibrant and excited smile adorning his features.

This is their third consecutive day going live on Twitch. At first they went live to entertain and chat with their fans, but now they’re doing it to occupy their bored minds.

Chris’s eyes skim the chat, fixating on one message in particular. He subconsciously reads it aloud, “Is Y/n on tour with Nick? We miss her.”

After reading the comment, the chat was flooded with similar messages asking for you. Matt slumps into his chair, the mention of your name reminding him that it’s been a week since he’s seen you.

“Nah, she’s just busy with school right now,” Chris replies mindlessly, skimming for another comment to read.

A lot of the viewers noticed Matt’s mood shift. They noticed the way his eyes drooped and the way the corners of his mouth turned into a frown. They especially noticed the disassociated look he wore, mind traveling to a place only you could bring him out of.

“Matt,” Chris says, waving a hand in front of his brother’s face. No response. “Matt!” He tries again, louder this time. Matt still doesn’t respond, only coming back into reality when Chris violently shakes his shoulders.

“What, dude? What?!” Matt asks, annoyance evident in his tone.

“Your phone’s ringing.” Chris replies with an eye roll and a small scoff.

Suddenly the blaring ring registers in Matt’s mind as he pats his pockets in search of his phone. When he finally finds it, your name illuminated the screen.

“Who’s calling?” Chris asks, stretching out his neck in hopes of catching a nosy glimpse at the caller ID.

“Umm be right back chat. Y/n’s calling,” Matt says, words spewing out a mile a minute. He disappears from the room faster than ever, immediately pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.” Your voice is music to Matt’s ears. It feels like forever since he’s last heard it.

“Hey,” he murmurs, “everything okay?”

You hum in response, followed by a soft yawn.

“You sound tired. When are you coming home?” Matt asks, softly leaning against the wall. You’ve been at school all day stuck in lectures and studying, so Matt knows you need some well deserved rest.

“I’m on my way now. That’s why I called, wanted to see if you guys were hungry so I could pick up something to eat.”

The excitement that courses through Matt’s veins is unreal, winding him up with enough energy to last until tomorrow. He can’t wait to see you, hold you, kiss you, and make up for all the lost time.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he replies, pausing for a second to compose himself, “I just wanna see you.”

A warm smile graces your features and if Matt could see it he’d mirror your expression.

“I’ll be home soon don’t worry. How’s the stream going?”

“Huh?” For a second Matt forgot that he and his brother were live streaming for thousands of people.

“The stream. Aren’t you live with Chris right now?”

“Ohhh. It’s going… it’s going good.” Matt replies with a soft sigh.

Your smile is momentarily replaced with a frown. “It doesn’t sound like it’s going good. What’s wrong?”

Matt’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose before gliding across his eyelids and massaging the tense nerves and muscles on his face. “It’s going fine. I just can’t focus. The chat keeps asking about you and it’s honestly making me really sad.”

A small chuckle escapes your lips. “Aww my poor baby. Can’t focus on Fortnite?”

“Not Fortnite.”

“Oops, sorry. Fall Guys?

“Y/n.” Matt warns, though he finds it slightly funny too.

“I’m joking, I’m joking. I’ll be home soon with some good food and open arms. We can cuddle and watch a movie, or do anything else you wanna do. Okay?”

Matt feels his spirit lighten up again, a cheeky smirk forming on his face. “Anything?”

“Don’t push it,” you laugh.

Just as Matt’s about to respond, he’s cut short by Chris calling his name from inside the room.

“Get back to your stream. I’ll be home soon, handsome.”

Matt’s lips form a silly pout you can’t even see as he replies, “But I wanna keep talking to you. Miss you so much.”

“MATT!” Chris calls again, this time much louder than the last.

“We’ll talk all you want when I get home. Now go! I have the stream pulled up on my computer and I think Chris is gonna start twerking,” you say, trying your best not to laugh.

“Holy fuck this kid,” Matt groans, face palming. “Alright baby, I love you. Drive safe.”

“I love you too,” you say through small giggles before hanging up.

When Matt renters the room, he’s not surprised to find Chris dancing for the camera. He pushes past him and settles back into his rolling chair wearing a huge, toothy smile.

“What did Y/n want?” Chris asks, briefly glancing at Matt as he switches from doing the griddy to shuffling across the room.

“Just asked if we were hungry,” Matt shrugs, attempting to act nonchalant, but there’s no hiding the newfound pep in his step.

“And it took you that long?”

“I was catching up with my girl. —Why the fuck are you still dancing?”

“Someone gifted,” Chris says, slightly breathless as he bops from corner to corner.

“Alright…” Matt shifts towards the computer, “What did I miss?”

He reads comments, expecting most of them to be about Chris and his absurd dancing skills, but he’s surprised to find that they’re all about you.

Some fans ask where you are, others ask what you’re doing, some speculate on the conversation you and Matt had, and others simply comment on how much happier Matt seems since talking to you.

All Matt can do is smile and patiently wait for you to arrive, ready to bombard you with kisses as soon as you step through the door.

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MASTERLIST

a/n: hi babies! Hope you enjoy this short oneshot! I know I haven’t updated or posted much in a longggg time but I honestly had writers block :P I’m trying to get into the habit of writing again, so bear with me pls. I have a lotttt of drafts (some that just need to be edited) so be expecting that soon! Luv you all 😚

- L.A.M.B🪽💝

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[witchnordemon]

“How long have I been asleep?” Amity Blight @lilmcttens

@lilmcttens

Collector startled at Amity's awakening, and her subsequent question.

He hadn't meant to wake her up. When he dropped by the Owl House to see King, he hadn't expected Amity to be there at all - a welcome surprise, though, since she had always been nice to him, even when she had no reason to.

They'd floated over to where she was slumped over on the couch, and leaned in curiously to get a closer look at what was laid out on the table in front of her.

Books. Lots and lots of books. Textbooks, notebooks with scrawled diagrams and notes littering both of the currently open pages. For school, maybe? Probably, if she was this tired from studying it to fall asleep.

Against their better judgement, they leaned in a bit more to try and decipher what it was she'd been working on, clasping his hands and bringing them to his chin, letting out a hum to go with it... and that noise had been enough to rouse Amity out of the light sleep she'd fallen into while studying.

❝ Oh, sorry... ❞ He uttered, floating down from his place above the table and settling onto the floor. ❝ I didn't mean to wake you up. ❞ Collector added quickly, feeling bad for having done so. ❝ I just got here, but... I don't think you were out that long. ❞

[kooktrash]

cool with you | jeon jungkook

summary: your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

➣ genre/au: strangers to friends to lovers. smut. afab!reader [she/her] x neighbor!jk

➣ 14.6k words

warnings: f2l. s2l. oc dated Tae but only implied. tae is kinda an asshole. jk likes to mind his business but his neighbor was loud af. he jumps into a pool with oc. oc is a hot mess and a little crazy. unprotected intercourse. couch sex. mutual masturbation. rising. missionary. jk had a big one 😛. shirtless jk. he literally just be picking up oc whenever he feels like it. oc lowkey stresses him out like all the time. tae did Jk dirty before. mutual pining. heavy petting. make out. idk y’all this jk kinda deserves the world.

song inspo: cool with you — new jeans [you know me like no other]

Jungkook was not the type to care, and that’s him putting it simply. He considered himself an average guy, he had friends and he went out and he studied well. He went to parties and stayed in to play video games, very average. The girls he hooked up with always knew he wasn’t looking for anything serious and the guys he hung out with were as carefree as he was. The point is, he does his own thing and stays out of drama, that’s how he likes it.

He does everything he can to stay out of

complicated situations, so when he overheard something he definitely shouldn't have… he tried to ignore it.

“Yes, we broke up.”

All he wanted was to enjoy his cigarette on his balcony without having to listen in on his neighbor’s phone call because they had their window open.

“No, I am not crying.”

It sounds like you are.

“I swear, I’m not.”

Jungkook swears you were. He doesn’t care… he’s just nosy and it’s not like he could ignore how loud you were. It was actually a surprise, he’s never interacted with you aside from the occasional pounding on the wall to tell him to keep it down. He finds it rare whenever you’re the one being louder than he was and on this particular night he couldn’t help but listen in on your conversation.

“I already got all my things out of Taehyung’s place, we’re done, seriously.”

A cloud of smoke covered the air above him as he released an exhale and hit the cigarette against his ashtray to get some of the excess ash off. A small smirk came to his face as he came to realize what a hypocrite he was. After going on and on about being a drama free dude, he stands here to listen to his neighbor talk about Taehyung, this mysterious ex of yours.

Funny thing actually, Jungkook used to know a guy named Taehyung. It was a somewhat common name, maybe, and it sounded similar to others so maybe he’s just hearing wrong but it was funny nonetheless—especially if Taehyung really was the right name.

“I'm just over it now, it was always the same thing with him,” your voice sounded a bit clearer now and he honestly forgot he was even eavesdropping, “Kim Taehyung doesn’t care about anybody but himself and I’m just tired of following him around.”

The cigarette dangling between his teeth as he glanced over to your balcony almost fell when his eyes met yours. You had already stopped talking but you stood at your open window now, phone in your hand, and looking right at him. Like usual, you didn’t acknowledge each other aside from a quick up and down stare and when it became clear to you that he heard it all, you slammed your window shut with a glare.

Jungkook snatched the cigarette from his lips and quickly put it out before taking a step back so he could close his window too. He immediately threw himself down on his couch reaching for his PS5 controller and scrolling through his friends, inviting random ones to log on and play him.

It was a lazy, peaceful night, for him at least.

You stared at the picture in your Snapchat memories with disgust. You were in the second stage of grief, ‘anger’, and every stupid picture of Taehyung that popped up on your phone just pissed you off.

One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days with that guy just for him to bring up a break up on your anniversary? What a fucking asshole.

“I hate men,” you said mindlessly as you swung your legs back and forth on the edge of your friend’s bed, “No offense.”

“None taken,” Jimin walked around the bed, picking up whatever mess he had on the floor, “But I still can’t believe it’s been a week already. How does it feel to officially be single again? Have you talked to him?”

You released a scoff, “Not after I got all my things.”

Here’s the thing, despite the argument you had before the break up, it felt so out of the blue. You didn’t think that a conversation over the fact that he prioritized quite literally everything else but you. His photography was more important, his friends were, his gaming was… everything and when you brought it up to him an argument ensued and boom:

“If you feel that way then maybe we should just break it off, Y/n.”

“Fine, maybe we should.”

And that’s how you found yourself single and heartbroken on the day that was supposed to be your one year anniversary.

Now you’re at your friend’s house having to recount everything that happened the other night because despite telling him everything on the phone and through texts, Jimin still needed an in-person retelling.

After a while of being bored with nothing to do at his place, you decided to move it to yours where you planned to also do nothing and be bored—but with a change of scenery. He drove you both back to your apartment with no desire to do anything but continue to shit talk just in a new environment. The drive wasn’t long at all and it didn’t take much time for the two of you to be trudging up the three flights of stairs to your floor talking about whatever came to mind.

The second you got even close to your door, you heard it. Your neighbor, like usual, was being loud. From the way he was yelling you could tell he’s playing some video game right now and he never had a sense of awareness when he’s in a match. You let out a sigh as you struggled with your key for a minute and Jimin looked to your neighbor’s door, “The walls are paper thin, aren’t they?”

“Yup,” you huffed, finally pushing your door open, “And he’s always loud like that. You should hear when he has a girl over.”

“Is that why you were always at Taehyung’s?” He asked you.

“Kind of? He hasn’t lived here for long but ever since then he’s just been driving me crazy,” you told him as you looked for your remote control to turn the tv on. Jimin couldn’t help but smirk as an idea came to mind.

“You should sleep with him,” he said as he plopped down on your couch, “Nice little rebound sex and if you hear him having sex then that’s gotta mean he’s good.”

You rolled your eyes joining him on the couch, “Shut up, why don’t you go and see, yourself then?”

“Not my type.”

“You haven’t even seen him.”

“I just know,” Jimin said.

The topic of your neighbor fell once your friend and you got bored of it and found something else to do.

That night, after Jimin had left, you found yourself in a strange predicament. Now that you’re alone with your thoughts you couldn’t help but think about your ex again and that led to where you are now:

With a tub of half eaten ice cream in front of you and large, unnecessary crocodile tears falling down your cheeks. Some sad Taylor Swift played loudly in the background and you found yourself singing along annoyingly hiccuping while crying.

“NOW IM IN EXILE SEEING YOU OUT.”

Just next door, your neighbor was busy on his own. Well, okay, he’s not busy but he was trying to nap. He worked practically all night last night and he hasn’t been able to catch up on his sleep. He would’ve been asleep already if his neighbor wasn’t blurting out the wrong lyrics to Taylor Swift on the other side of the drywall. He was beginning to understand how annoyed you would get whenever he was too loud.

He tried to ignore it for a while but when the sad songs changed to upbeat ones that have you belching the lyrics loudly, he couldn’t take it anymore. He stormed out of his apartment and right next door where he pounded on the door loudly, hearing you scream.

It took you a moment to realize someone was knocking and he could tell because you lowered the music enough to hear him knock. A few seconds later the door opened just slightly and realizing it was your neighbor you opened it a little more.

Jungkook was shocked at the sight of you, bloodshot eyes and smeared mascara as you smiled and said, “Hello?”

He blinked in disbelief at the way you looked but tried moving on past that, accidentally blurting out something he didn’t intend to, “Do you mind keeping it down? I’m trying to sleep and I would rather not hear you sing Taylor Swift extremely off key at the top of your lungs—“

“I’ve gotta listen to you all the time,” you told him with narrowed eyes, glaring at him. He released a sigh, “I know and now I get it but I’ve been listening to pretty much every single part of how your break up went down and that’s not something I’m interested in. Kim Taehyung is not worth all this moping around.”

The words slipped but he knew he messed up when your eyes widened in surprise and before he could apologize and say he didn’t mean to eavesdrop and that you were just so loud, you grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him inside. Jungkook stumbled along, hitting the door on his way in and you shut it behind him asking, “How do you know Taehyung?”

Shit, he thought as he looked down at how close your face was to his, still holding him by his shirt and he had to move your hand before he could answer. He didn’t mean to say that but it just slipped and now he has to explain himself to his hot mess of a neighbor.

“Um,” he waited, trying to piece together how to say it, “I overheard you on the phone the other day and the name was familiar and… well, he’s an old friend of mine.”

“Then why haven’t I ever heard of you? Wait, what’s your name?” You asked.

“Jeon Jungkook, and that’s probably because him and I haven’t been on talking terms in a while,” Jungkook said vaguely, “And you were never really home until, I’m assuming, this break up.”

“It’s because you’re so loud, yourself, that it would drive me insane so I would just spend time at his place instead,” you said honestly as you finally went to turn off the song, at least that’s what he thought, but next thing he knew you were playing the beginning of an anime, Toradora, and singing along to the intro. You didn’t even seem to care he was in here.

“What happened? You guys had a fall out?” You asked, clearly not planning on kicking him out just yet and he walked over to where you sat and joined you, “Who said you could sit on my couch?”

That made him roll his eyes despite not knowing you and he sat anyway, “Uh because you dragged me in here and started asking me questions. I’m not just gonna stand, plus I can’t nap because of you so I guess I’m watching too, who’s your favorite character?”

“Ryuuji, I like his simplicity but I’m a fan of Ami’s too, she’s had the best character growth through the show and manga,” you said as you played a random episode.

“I know exactly what you mean,” Jungkook said making himself comfortable, “I like Ryuuji too, I think he’s a bit misunderstood and I know Taiga bullies him but I don’t know, I like that he’s comfortable with her and the way him and his mom took her in? Heart bursted right there.”

“Yeah, Taiga is just his neighbor but he recognized how hard it was for her to do things on her own and it was like an instant connection between the two. He didn’t mind nurturing her but also helping her see right and wrong, vise versa.” You told him turning the volume up and he nodded.

“What’s your name again?” He asked, hearing you sniffle but not bother to wipe off the mascara that ran down your cheeks. You picked up your ice cream tub and began to eat again, “Y/n.”

“Nice to formally meet you.”

The night was long and Jungkook was stuck at work. He can’t even explain how many drunk people he’s had to turn away already and the night has just begun. His friends stood at his side all doing the same thing, checking IDs, taking entrance fees, stopping bar goers from taking their drinks outside when they leave, etc.

“So your neighbor was dating Taehyung and you didn’t even know?” Namjoon asked as he flashed a light on someone’s driver’s license.

“I had never seen him in our building but to be fair she was rarely home and I didn’t have much of a reason to pay attention,” Jungkook said motioning for a group of guys to enter.

“That’s crazy,” Hoseok said as he came over with a box of donuts, “How long has it been since you and him even talked?”

Jungkook shrugged as he took a hit of his vape, “Like two years? How was I even supposed to know he was in a relationship?”

“True,” Namjoon said, letting another group in, “It doesn’t matter to you, it’s just crazy that your neighbor was the one dating him. Is she cute?”

“Hey, can I hit your vape?” Some girl asked as Jungkook checked her ID. She was cute and dressed for a night out bud he wasn’t even paying attention.

“No,” he said to her but Namjoon made a face that immediately made him backtrack, “I mean, yes she is cute—no to hitting my vape.”

“Ooo, maybe you should comfort her and see where it goes,” Hoseok joked, making Jungkook shake his head no, watching his friend eat a donut.

“Are you crazy? She seems like a lot and I would rather not get involved in any drama with him again. She’s cool though,” Jungkook said before turning to Hoseok again, “Where'd you get the donuts?”

“Some girl,” he said with a shrug, “Want one?”

Jungkook took one and bit into it, “And let me tell you, she seems like a lot to handle so I don’t even get how her and Taehyung got together.”

Namjoon chuckled, “Are you that curious? What happened to staying out of the drama?”

“I mean… that’s what I want but considering she’s loud when she cries it’s kinda hard not to get involved, Y/n sang like six heartbreak songs the other day and I basically got serenaded,” Jungkook said dramatically, “But I’m leaving it alone. I don’t want anything to do with Taehyung and whatever heartbroken girl he left this time.”

By the time they all got off work it was a little past 3:00am and he was absolutely beat. All he wanted to do was get home and make himself some of his special ramen and knock out but as he got to his door it was hard for him to ignore the sounds of pans clattering next door. He knocked on your door before he could stop himself and waited for you to open.

“It’s you again,” you said and you wore a tank top that showed a bit of your mid drift and some plaid boxer shirt with long socks, “Don’t tell me I’m being loud again, I’m so hungry I think I’ll die if I don’t eat something right now.”

You immediately went into a mini rant like he was a friend of yours and although it surprised him, he found himself saying, “I’m hungry too, I’m gonna make ramen, want some?”

Your eyes widened hopefully, “Please?”

“Come over.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure why he even bothered talking to you but he’s gotta be honest… he’s a sucker for girls crying. Listen, he’s been in relationships but he doesn’t care much for them. Of course when he’s actually in one he tends to pay attention to his partner a lot but truthfully, they’re kinda a bother. He’s not saying he wants a relationship with you but he’s been pretty closed off lately and maybe this is a sign that he should try and befriend people outside of his circle.

Anyways, now you’re over at his place and it’s nearly 4:00am but he’s in his kitchen making ramen as you looked through his manga collection.

“Wow, you’re like a weeb,” you said, “You’ve got all the popular ones too. Demon Slayer, Naruto — god awful taste — One Piece, Jesus the whole collection of Attack on Titan? You even got little figurines, yeah you’re a weeb.”

“Hey,” Jungkook glared at you, choosing to ignore your weeb comments in favor of asking, “What’s wrong with Naruto?”

“Nothing,” You said with a shrug, “I just personally don’t trust a man who loves Naruto.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he chuckled, “Okay, I don’t love Naruto but it’s nostalgic—and don’t lie, it’s not that bad.”

“I mean it’s not… but it’s not that good either,” you said, “I’m more of a shoujo girly so just ignore me.”

“Have you even watched it then?”

“Obviously,” you said, finally returning to him, “Are you almost done? I’m starving.”

“Are you always this impatient?” Jungkook asked and it’s strange that neither one of you have taken the time to note that you’re really just strangers. You’re not friends and you’ve barely started interacting but for some reason it felt like you’ve been friends for a long time. There was no awkwardness now and it kills him to know you used to date Taehyung because you’re nothing like him.

It shouldn’t matter to him, and it doesn’t but… it’s just strange. When he was friends with Taehyung it was mostly because they had a lot of history and not because they were similar. Jungkook was very different from him and oftentimes it would lead to unnecessary disagreements that friends shouldn’t have. It’s just hard to imagine your relationship with him and how you’ve landed yourself hanging out with Jungkook instead.

He’s a little uncomfortable with that because of what Taehyung has done in the past and it makes him feel a little guilty to even talk to you when he knows he has no reason to be.

“Yes,” you said, finally drawing his attention back to you, “Always.”

“Well it’s done so grab a bowl, top left cabinet,” he said.

Soon enough the two of you were eating ramen alone together in his apartment. If he explained this to his friends they would immediately make inappropriate jokes of ‘Ramen and Chill’ but it was anything but that. It was just two neighbors up late and hungry.

“So,” Jungkook cleared his throat as he swallowed a huge bite of noodles, “If you don’t care, can I ask what happened between you and your ex.”

“Um,” you hesitated, “I don’t know… if you’re still friends I don’t really want to get into i—“

“We’re not,” Jungkook quickly cut in, “We haven’t been for a while but if you still don’t want to tell me, I get it.”

“No, I’ll tell you,” you finally said and set down your bowl on the kitchen counter that you currently sat on. Jungkook just nodded his head waiting for you to start but it seemed like you were preparing to tell the greatest story of all time.

“Well, he dumped me on our one year anniversary for starters,” you said and that immediately made him cringe at his former friend’s cruel timing, “It sort of happened out of nowhere, I mean I noticed he had gone more quiet on the days leading up to it but I didn’t think it had anything to do with me. Clearly I had been wrong though because he dumped me a few days later like I had been the problem. He texted me a couple days ago asking how I’ve been but I haven’t responded. I’m still mad.”

“Rightfully so,” Jungkook said, taking your empty plate and setting it down in his sink, “Did he ever give you a real reason?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “Maybe not, I can’t remember.”

The two of you were quiet for a moment and before he could think of something else to talk about before you left, you asked, “What about you? What happened between you and Kim Taehyung?”

Jungkook didn’t respond right as he debated if it was worth telling you or not. It was years ago and it was never anything that serious but… at the time it had been and they’re clearly still not friends. He raised his shoulders in a shrug, “It’s a long story and not worth it.”

Instead of pushing him to go on you released a tired yawn not caring for how you looked as you hopped off his counter, “Alright well I’m fed and now tired too so I think I’m going to try and sleep a bit before work. You should catch some sleep before you have to go in.”

“I just got off,” Jungkook said as he opened the front door for you, “I’m a club bouncer, sadly.”

“Ooo, maybe you’ve kicked me out before,” you joked, “I can get messy if I’ve had one too many drinks.”

“I’m sure you can,” Jungkook said with a chuckle, “But goodnight, when do you have to wake up?”

“Mm, in like three hours? I work at a coffee shop,” You said, finally stepping out into the hall. His eyes widened before he was fully pushing you out, “Go to sleep, Y/n.”

When you were finally gone and he was alone in his home, he didn’t even make it to his bed and instead passed out on the couch.

You wouldn’t say you and Jungkook have become friends because you don’t actually know if that’s true. What you do know is that for the past week enough you’ve been talking way more to him than your other friends but only because they’re busy. Jimin has already argued with you [very dramatically, you will say] because he’s accused you of getting a new best friend which wasn’t true.

It was just extremely easy to talk to Jungkook, like you’ve been friends for years and he’s slowly helped you forget about Taehyung. He’s not doing anything out of the ordinary but for some reason Jungkook is really good at taking care of people. Take now for instance, he’s decided to come with you grocery shopping because you didn’t have a car and would have to take everything on the train.

Now you two are splitting a grocery cart and both going shopping as you asked, “Jungkook, how come I never hear girls at your place anymore?”

“Hm?” Jungkook asked absentmindedly as he stared at different types of milk, “Because you got annoyed by it.”

That made you smirk a bit as you used to shopping cart for support making it tilt slightly, “Wow, I didn’t realize you’ve grown so considerate of me, Mr. International Playboy.”

“I don’t know why you insist on calling me that, I’ve only slept with one person who wasn’t from here and she was Japan so still not too far,” he said with a sigh as he put things in the cart, “Besides, don’t get too cocky, I just don’t have the time to tell anyone that I’m not looking for anything serious.”

“Mm,” you said, pushing the cart along while he held onto the other end of it and dragged it along, “Well, I don’t even see your friends over. Do you even have friends?”

That made him roll his eyes, “Obviously, I just… I’m antisocial, you know this.”

“Do I?” You asked, picking through boxes of cereal, “You seem pretty social to me.”

“Yeah, well you’re different.”

“Ugh,” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, leaving him behind as you kept walking, “I hate when guys so that because they can never explain how—“

“For starters you’re the only person I’ve seen have mascara running down your face while you watch Toradora, that’s different right?” Jungkook teased a bit by bumping into your shoulder when he caught up, “And cry and 3 in the morning because you can’t cook.”

“Okay that doesn’t make me different, that just makes me a hot mess.”

He smiled, “I mean yeah, but you’re not embarrassed. You’re actually kinda fun to be around and when we talk we can just talk about anything, y’know? That’s what makes you different.”

You shrugged and looked away trying to ignore the growing flush that filled your cheeks, “Good enough explanation—Hey! What are you doing this weekend? Do you have to work?”

“Yeah.”

“Lame.”

Jungkook stopped walking as he turned to look at you, “Why?”

“You know Kim Seokjin? He’s having a little pool party and he invited me but I know Taehyung is going to be there and I didn’t want to go alone,” you told him. Jungkook knew Jin, they used to be close friends but they’re a little distant now. He was also invited to the party but he had work so he was already not planning on going.

“Have you asked Jimin?” He asked you as he caught up to where you were. You nodded, “Yeah but he’s going to Busan for the weekend and my other friend Yoongi will be busy, it’s whatever. I’ll stop by for a second and then head out.”

Jungkook didn’t say much else after that. He understood how you must have felt. You want to go for Jin’s sake but you’re wary about seeing your ex boyfriend. He felt bad he had to work and your other friends were busy but it’s not like he could just call in to work for a party.

When Friday night rolled around you had taken about two shots before even leaving your house just to give yourself the courage to go. There wasn’t a need for you to go to the party but Jin had become your friend through Taehyung and you weren’t going to let any of them think you were avoiding Taehyung because you’re still heartbroken.

So when you showed up alone with your head held high, you were greeted warmly by the host. He wrapped you in his arms, “You came! So, drinks are inside, just get whatever you want and you can chill inside or outside. Did you come alone?”

“Yeah, the others were busy,” you told him honestly, “But it’s whatever, I’m just here to get drunk.”

Jin ruffled your hair with a smile, “Alright, come find me if you get lonely.”

You gave him a thumbs up and headed toward the kitchen where all the drinks were set up. You just got here so you haven’t seen Taehyung yet but you’re sure he’s around the corner getting drunk and you didn’t want to be sober when you ran into him.

“Y/n?”

Shit.

You looked up in time to catch your ex boyfriend walking into the open kitchen with furrowed brows. You debated ignoring him but that would just make it seem like you were still caught up on him, so instead you gave a nod of your head and said a short, “Hey?”

“Uh, hey,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “What are you doing here?”

Your brows knitted together in confusion, “I was invited?”

“I mean, I know but…” he bit his lip nervously and you dated Taehyung long enough to know something was up. Just as you were gonna ask what was wrong with you being here, a short brunette appeared at his arm, wrapping hers around his and looking up at him not bothering to acknowledge you.

“There you are, you can’t just leave me at a party with people I don’t know when you invited me, TaeTae,” she said looking up at him with starry eyes. You tried to not look surprised as he looked down in embarrassment, suddenly looking nervous when he looked back at you. The girl finally looked at you and asked, “Who are you?”

Taehyung opened his mouth to tell her to shut up but you were smiling already, “Y/n, you two look great together—even matching clothes—but I gotta go, there’s better things I could be doing.”

He watched you leave without another word and he slid the girl’s hand off his arm. He made a mistake, he should have known you’d be here. Why did he think you would still be mourning the break up and wouldn’t bother to show? He barely knew this girl but she was hot so he invited her in hopes of making hooking up after… but he didn’t plan on his ex seeing him with another girl. He kind of missed you.

Jungkook wasn’t telling himself he came to see you.

The reason he showed up at this stupid party was because Jin kept asking him too and since his other two friends would be working and it wouldn’t be too busy, they let him leave. He debated just going home and going to bed but then he remembered about yo—Jin—and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to show up.

“Dude, it’s been so long,” Jin said with a firm hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, “Let’s get you a drink an—“

“Have you seen Y/n?”

Jin stopped walking, he looked at his old friend with confusion, “Y/n?”

Jungkook nodded his head not bothering to question why Jin made a face. Jin was a lot closer to Taehyung so it’s not that he didn't know the two dated. Jungkook bets Jin is just surprised on why Jungkook, of all people, would be looking for you. Jin cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “Um, not totally sure but check in the back. Can I ask why?”

“I’m looking for her,” Jungkook gave him a short and vague response before he was leaving to find you. On his way out he saw something he wished he hadn’t and it only made him want to find you sooner. Just as he got outside he looked over to find Taehyung extremely close to another girl and before he could look away, his former friend looked at him but didn’t acknowledge him whatsoever.

Jungkook didn’t care about that, he cares more about finding you and if you’ve seen Taehyung yet or if Jungkook still had time to distract.

“Liar!”

He whipped around at an instance when he felt a pointed finger like his bicep, “How?”

“You said you had to work!” You said slurring just slightly and clutching a half drunken drink. Jungkook just shrugged, “I didn’t lie. I did have to work but they let me go. Shouldn’t you just be happy I’m here?”

“I guess,” you grumbled, taking another sip from your cup, “Want a drink?”

“Nah,” Jungkook said, “I drove so I’m staying sober in case I need to take you home. How many drinks have you had?”

You didn’t respond right away as you looked up in thought. Jungkook will admit your attempt to focus on your thoughts made you look a bit cute. Your brows were scrunched together and your cheeks puffed up with your index finger tapping your chin, “Like since I got here? Or in general?”

His smile slowly fell, “Y/n, how much have you drank?”

“Not a lot…” you said with a high pitched voice that gave way to the fact that you were lying, “Maybe?”

With a small sigh he looked down at your drink, “Is that your last one?”

“Probably not—Hey! Did you see Taehyung?” You asked, turning your back to him, “He’s here with some girl.”

“I know,” Jungkook said reaching a hand out to drag you back to him, “Did you two talk?”

“Yeah, he came up to me first,” you said with a small scoff, missing a step and Jungkook had to grab you by the waist to keep you from tripping, “And then that girl just shows up clinging to him and she had the nerve to ask who I was? As if he’s not the one who came up to me—as if I’m not the one who dated him!?”

Jungkook can just feel the rising anger bubbling up inside you the longer you looked and he didn’t like that. You needed a distraction, he knew you were over Taehyung for the most part because anyone would get mad seeing their recent ex act chummy with another person.

“What an asshole!” You nearly yelled in your drunken state as you turned your back to the sight of your ex boyfriend flirting with a girl right in front of you. Jungkook released a huff, “I know, just don’t let it get to you. He’s not worth it.”

He tried to grab you as you stumbled a bit in your steps but you just moved farther away from him. The party was loud and he felt as if everyone was drunk but him and that wasn’t usually the case. Usually, he’s the drunkest one here but right now he’s babysitting you and he doesn’t know why. All night he’s watched you down drink after drink until all you could do was slur on your words and stumble when you walk.

It’s only been a week since the two of you started to really talk and hang out so he’s not used to this side of you and he genuinely does not know what to do. How did he ever think his neighbor was quiet and uptight when you’re such a hot mess? Maybe it’s because he didn’t see you often considering you were always at Taehyung’s but damn, he did not expect this.

And on top of that, he doesn’t get how you and Taehyung ever dated when to him you were completely different. He can’t picture Taehyung following after you as you swayed in your steps ready to walk over to your ex boyfriend and tell him off like he was currently doing.

Wait…

Jungkook seemed to trip over the pavement as he pushed through the crowds of people that led outside to the pool area, calling after you, “Y/n! What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna talk to him,” you yelled, not bothering to look at him, “It hasn’t even been a month and he’s already hitting on other girls knowing that I’m here? That’s such a dick move!”

“I know, Y/n but listen— excuse me — “ he pushed past a couple of girls to get to you, “You’re not going to gain anything. You’re drunk and there’s a lot of people here and — excuse me — you don’t make any sense right now!”

You clearly weren’t listening and Jungkook was beginning to panic. You’re in stage four of grief, ‘depression’ and he knows you’re sad and you just want to get things off your chest but he knows that if you try and confront Taehyung in the drunk state that you’re in… you’re the one who’s going to look like a fool, not him. Nobody is even going to bat an eye at him but they’ll watch you judgingly and you’ll regret even speaking to him by morning. Jungkook came to a stop as he watched you chug back the drink in your hand zoning in on Taehyung who stood on the other side of the pool with his hand on a girl’s ass and a smirk on his face. Fuck.

You’re mad at Taehyung and you want to get it out but right now isn’t the time. If you want to confront him about something you need to do it sober and somewhere private, not at a party for all to hear and laugh at you as you slur on your words. Jungkook knew you were mad and that wasn’t going to change… all he could do is change who you’re mad at…

There was so much on your mind as you made room for yourself through crowds of people so you could get to Taehyung. The pool lit up the backyard in hues of blue and purple as neon lights sunk to the bottom of it yet nobody actually swam. Everyone just stood around it and in your way when you had a mission. You were going to march right up to Taehyung and ask him what his problem was. He dumped you but played it off like it was mutual… He called you two weeks later to get that he misses you [even after you got all your shit out of his house] and has the nerve to smile at you tonight but flirt with another girl knowing you’re here? God, you were so fucking mad and all you wanted to do was confront him, not even caring who saw or heard and what they thought about you. You were too drunk to care.

He was about fifteen feet away now and you tried to call for him, “Tae—“

A loud yell replaced his name and big hands grabbed you by your thighs and pulled you up. The familiar scent of Dior cologne filled your nose and when you got thrown over a muscular back you knew right away who it was, “Jungkook! Put me down! What is your problem?”

“Honestly?” Jungkook asked as he fixed you over his shoulder, turning you around in the opposite direction of where Taehyung was, “You. You’re my problem, right now so let’s go home before you make a drunk fool of yourself in front of everyone.”

“Fuck you, I’m not gonna make a fool of myself,” you said and even then you couldn’t hide the fact that your words were coming out all wrong and your vision was blurry, “I just want to talk!”

“Well now’s not the time!” Jungkook yelled ignoring all the stares the two of you recieved, “So shut up and let’s go!”

You groaned loudly, fighting his hold with everything you said, mind still foggy from the alcohol, “No! The only place I want to go is on the other side of this pool an—“

Jungkook didn’t waste a single second in thinking about what he was going to do to make you forget about how mad you were at Taehyung right now. The only thing that could come to his mind was to direct your anger toward him instead and before he knew it he was walking toward the pool hearing your shouts in protest thinking he was going to throw you in—but he had other plans.

His point wasn’t to leave you to be the only one embarrassed [which would have been the case if he let you confront Taehyung or if he threw you in the water by yourself], his point was to make you mad at him and only him. So despite your continuous effort to fight him off, he took the single leap into the deep end, not letting you go until you were both submerged into the water with his arms around you.

You barely managed to hold your breath once you realized what he was doing and even then you couldn’t wrap your mind around it till you swam your way back to the surface. Jungkook watched you brush your wet hair out of your face in search of him and he ignored all the loud cheering around the two of you for being the first in the water, cocky smile on his face when you glared at him.

“What is wrong with you?!” You yelled as you purposely splashed water in his face out of anger—surprisingly feeling sobered up now. Jungkook didn’t say anything, he only laughed and swam the very short distance to you, arms around your waist and dragging you back into the water with him, fighting to hold his breath when he felt your hand in his hair yanking him deeper inside.

The second time you came up for air the only thing on your mind was how to murder your neighbor and make it look like an accident. Jungkook just kept smiling at you with that cocky look in his eyes as he asked, “Well?”

You almost didn’t bother answering as you swam to the edge in search of a way to pull yourself up without having to go to the ladder which was conveniently very close to where Taehyung was now watching the two of you with furrowed brows.

“Are you mad?” Jungkook asked as he lifted you up the edge with ease despite you telling him to fuck off and pulled himself up swiftly to follow you. You wrung the water out of your shirt, “Obviously!”

“Okay! But at who?” Jungkook asked, ignoring everyone looking at him and trying to talk to him. You scoffed, “You! Asshole.”

“Good,” Jungkook said triumphantly, completely unaware of the way his former friend watched you two leave the backyard party completely drenched in water.

The only thing on Taehyung’s mind was what the hell was going on? When he saw you earlier you weren’t with anyone. It was just you and he didn’t even know Jungkook was here but maybe it’s because it’s been so long since he last saw the kid and he’s very obviously grown up and changed with all the tattoos and piercings. So all he wanted to know was how the fuck did you two know each other?

When morning came and the sun beamed down on your face more than you were used to, you woke up with an annoyed groan turning in bed to hide. The scent of shampoo coated the pillow you rested your head on and it was a surprisingly deep smell that had you snuggled into the pillow further you hid from the light. In an effort to fall back asleep and ignore the pounding of your head, you rolled onto your side hitting a wall of pillows and blankets. Your eyes opened just slightly, vision still blurry as you blinked sleep away and allowed yourself to look around, a scream leaving your lips as you toppled off the bed. Tangled in a blanket you hit the floor with a loud thud that had the person that made you scream shoot you abruptly.

Jungkook looked around, leaning over the side of the bed with an annoyed huff, “Jeez, you gave me a heart attack.”

Your jaw dropped as you sat on the floor, “I gave you a heart attack? Um what are you doing in my bed?”

“Your bed?” Jungkook furrowed his brows, “Look around sweetie.”

You did just that, eyes widening even further that he swears they’ll pop out of their socket, “Where am I?”

“My room,” Jungkook laid back down with a loud yawn.

“And what am I doing here?”

He released a sigh like he couldn’t be bothered but said, “Well after your drunk fiasco at the party, I brought you back and you couldn’t find your keys so you slept over here.”

Your brows furrowed, “What happened to my clothes?”

“They were wet and you were falling all over the place so I had to change you—don’t worry I had my eyes closed,” he told you and you took it in. Jungkook was sober majority of last night and you could only imagine what happened when he brought you home.

“Where are your keys?” He asked tiredly after he held you up with one arm ignoring the fact that you were both still drenched in pool water. You hiccuped, “I forgot them.”

“What?!” Jungkook asked louder than intended and you glared at him, “Don’t yell at me.”

“You’re a mess,” Jungkook grumbled, dragging you over to his front door, “I’ve never had to take care of a grown adult this much.”

“Just leave me outside to deal with my misery,” you said dramatically as he hauled you into his apartment, letting you fall to the floor once inside. Jungkook just shook his head as he left to his bedroom in search of something you could change into. When he came back you were sprawled on the floor half asleep and he punched the space between his brows in annoyance, “Y/n, get up, you need to change.”

All you did was groan, “I tired.”

“Yeah, well me too,” Jungkook kneeled down to grab you by your ankles and drag you across the floor before making you sit up. He angrily pulled the shirt over your head asking himself why he had to deal with you because your ex is a piece of shit.

Okay, he doesn’t have to but who else will?

The shirt fit you big so when you flipped back to the floor with a whine he asked, “Take off your jeans or else the wet denim is gonna give you a rash.”

“Yesh, dad,” you raised a hand to your forehead as if saluting him and you did as told, giving up halfway and making him finish yanking them down your legs with his eyes closed.

“You’re not allowed to drink anymore when we’re together,” Jungkook said, ordering you to slide your shirt off from under the tee, “At least not as much as you did tonight.”

He took your wet clothes and went to change before hanging it all to dry outside and when he went to the living room carrying a blanket for you to sleep on the couch with, you were asleep… still on the floor. With a stomp of his foot in a mini tantrum, Jungkook knelt down, slipped an arm under your neck and the other under your knees and picked you up with a huff. He wasn’t even careful when he let you fall onto the couch.

“Oh god, did we do anything stupid?” You asked referring to the fact that you had woken up in bed with him and wearing some t-shirt of his. Jungkook rolled his eyes, “No. You were supposed to sleep in the living room but you woke me up in the middle of the night because Bam kept kicking your face. Then you got all touchy and I made this pillow fort to protect myself from you.”

It had to be close to 3:00am when Jungkook finally let himself fall asleep. He made himself comfortable in bed trying to relax after the hectic night he’s had and when he was just finally starting to fall, a loud knock on his door snapped him awake.

“Ju—koo!” A whiny voice called from the other side of the door.

“What?!”

“Cold,” you whined, head leaned against the door, “And Bam won't stop licking my face.”

Jungkook huffed, “Tell him to stop!”

“I did,” you knocked on the door. He kicked off his blankets in annoyance, “You’re so needy!”

Even as he said that, he got out of bed and opened his bedroom door, moving to the side as you pushed past him and threw yourself down on his bed with your blanket wrapped around your body tightly. He watched you with tired eyes before going to his side of the bed. He grabbed all the extra pillows, moved you to one side and set up a wall to separate himself from you.

“God, what happened last night?” You groaned as you got up only to fall back onto his bed trying to piece it all together. You only remembered a couple things, “You threw me into the pool, asshole.”

“Yeah? Well, I would’ve been a bigger asshole if I let you make a fool of yourself in front of Taehyung and everyone else,” Jungkook said. You looked at him, only turning your head on its side and he did the same, neither of you saying anything for a moment.

You should probably say thank you but the way things unfolded, it might only make things more awkward. You were already slightly embarrassed but yes definitely seen you act stupid plenty of times so instead you said, “Help me get inside my apartment.”

The two of you stood on his balcony now, both looking toward yours which was separated from his by about two feet. He shifted his gaze toward you, “I’m confused, what are you trying to do?”

“The door is unlocked, I just gotta get over there and let myself in,” you said with a gulp as you poked down at the forty foot drop. Jungkook shook his head, “Are you stupid? I’m not letting you do that.”

“What else am I supposed to do?” You asked him with your hand on your hip. He mirrored your pose with more attitude, “Call the maintenance man, genius.”

“It’s gonna take them like three days to get back to me, Einstein, are you helping me or not?” You asked and you watched him stop to think.

“I’ll do it,” Jungkook said but you just shook your head.

“No, I’ve got underwear hanging to dry by the door, it’s not happening,” you told him, already walking to the railing. Jungkook gave up on arguing with you over it and followed after you. You gripped the railing looking over to your balcony which was only two feet away. This should be easy… all you have to do is get over his to yours, he ever has a little stool that he sits on that you could use as a boost.

Jungkook thought about what he should do to help you and in the end just held you by the waist to keep you balanced as you lifted a leg over the railing and stepped onto the short side of the cement ledge, “Oh my god, you’ve gotta be the craziest girl I’ve ever met.”

“You know a lot of people say that to me,” you said and the two foot gap didn’t seem as intimidating anymore, “Okay, let me go.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook begged as his arms tightened around your waist, “This is a bad idea.”

“Too late, I’m already halfway there so let go before I fall on purpose to make you feel bad,” you nervously joked as he let go but not without calling you a bitch. With your breath held tightly, you stretched a leg out first feeling the end of your balcony touch it and with a careful leap, you held onto your railing hearing Jungkook gasp nervously. He watched you swing a leg over until the railing was between both of them and as you finally touched down on your side, you slipped, falling into the hard cement with a groan.

Jungkook shielded his eyes with his hands, “Are you good?”

“Barely,” you huffed as you forced yourself to your feet and checked to see if the glass sliding door was in fact unlocked. Your heart seemed to tighten in relief as you opened it, huge smile on your face looking back to your neighbor, “Got it! Okay, I’m gonna get cleaned up, thanks.”

Jungkook was already picking up his pack of cigarettes and bringing it to his lips, “You stress me out.”

“I’ll make up for it,” you said already halfway through your door, “Whatever you want, just tell me and I’ll do it.”

With that, you left for your apartment in search for your spare keys and he sat down on his stool with a breath of relief. He couldn’t believe you and the more he thought about it, the more confused he got on how you and Taehyung found each other…

The thought didn’t last long in his head when he looked down at his vibrating phone, eyebrows furrowed as he read the caller ID.

“KIM TAEHYUNG”

It took Jungkook a moment to even decide if he wanted to answer or not but in the end he couldn’t help himself and curiosity got the best of him, “Hello?”

Taehyung’s voice was unusually cheery, “Hey man! How have you been?”

Jungkook shrugged even though his former friend couldn’t see him, “Uh, good I guess, what’s up?”

“I was calling cause of last night…” Taehyung said dragging out his words as if it would ring a bell for Jungkook.

He didn’t say anything wondering how this would go. It’s weird that Taehyung was even calling him and if there’s any reason behind it, it’s you, “Hm…”

Taehyung wasn’t sure why he expected a bigger response but he brushed off his small hum and went on, “Well I saw you with Y/n and everyone was kinda curious, what happened?”

“Oh, Y/n did something to piss me off so I got back at her. Why?” Jungkook said playing off the events from last night until he understood why Taehyung was bothering to talk to him after their fall out.

“Hm? Oh um, well, I just… I didn’t know the two of you were friends,” Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly as he thought about it. Last night confused the hell out of him. First, he ran into you as he’s with another girl and second, he runs into an old friend—to make matters more confusing it appears you two knew each other and he doesn’t get how.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk, a little annoyed but he ignored it as he went inside, “I get it, how could you know anyway? When’s the last time you and I talked? Like two years ago?”

Taehyung nervously chuckled, “Yeah, I guess. So did Y/n get home safely?”

He rolled his eyes, “Why are you so curious about her?”

“Huh?” Taehyung was genuinely surprised, “She didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” He asked, deciding to play dumb.

“We used to date?” Taehyung said seriously, hoping Jungkook wouldn’t like the news if in fact, you’ve never told him. He wants to know what’s going on between you, he doesn’t care if he’s your ex, he deserves to know.

“Oh, no Y/n’s never even mentioned you,” Jungkook lied for your sake. He wasn’t going to give Taehyung the benefit of knowing he’s still on your mind.

“Not even at the party?” Taehyung asked with furrowed brows, suspicious if Jungkook was telling the truth or not.

“Uh, no? Why? Did something happen?” Jungkook asked as he pet his dog subconsciously as he smiled listening to the sound of music already coming from your apartment.

“No, not really. So, what are you doing? How about we get lunch and catch up?” Taehyung asked and if he could see Jungkook right now, he would see how unimpressed he was by that idea.

Jungkook leaned back in the couch and said, “I’m kinda busy, maybe another time?”

“I mean, okay… sure, yeah let’s catch up another time.”

Taehyung was suspicious, of course he was! When he broke up with you it’s because he told himself he didn’t have feelings for you anymore but clearly that’s not true because seeing you with Jungkook… it pissed him off. Sure, you and Taehyung didn’t have much in common but you worked, that’s why you were together for a year.

Jungkook is—he’s a shut-in hermit crab and you’re not. He doesn’t bother with drama or getting to know someone new so how the hell did you two even meet and have you really never even mentioned him once? Jungkook clearly didn’t know that the two of you were together and that just pisses him off even more. Why is it that you didn’t talk about him to Jungkook? It’s not like the two of you broke up long ago, it’s recent.

When the call finally came to an end he was left alone to wonder what the hell was going on with you two?

There wasn’t a shift in the air that you two have noticed but something has definitely changed. The amount of times you hang out has increased dramatically to the point where you were at least seeing each other once a day whether it be to eat ramen or go to the gas station. If you were free and Jungkook was free… chances are you’re gonna see what you can do together. Your friends swear that he’s all you talk about lately but you don’t think that’s true—until you hear that how friends think he talks a lot about you two.

It’s strange, your friendship has just grown stronger each day. Everyone keeps trying to say that there’s no way the two of you are just friends but you really are…

Seriously…

“I can’t believe you did that,” you said laying back on the couch with your feet over his lap. You wouldn’t have had your feet on him at all if he didn’t force himself down on your small couch.

“Did what?” Jungkook as he leaned over your legs so that he could sit forward and play his game better.

You pushed your heel against his thigh, “Drag your PS5 over here instead of just playing at your place.”

Jungkook just smacked his lips in annoyance toward his game, still not bothering to even look at you at all, his eyes stayed on your tv screen as he said, “You wanted to hang out.”

“But you’re not even talking to me,” You threw your head back against the armrest of the couch moving your feet off him and that finally got him to pay attention and he paused his game to look at you. He even went as far as setting his controller down on your coffee table, a little smirk on his face.

“Aw, you want me to pay attention to you?” Jungkook asked with a small laugh, “Okay, okay, how was your day?”

In reality he wanted to ask how you’ve been feeling lately—more specifically, toward him. The way the two of you became friends was a bit random and him even being here with you is strange considering the fact that he became your friend after you broke up with Taehyung. The timing wasn’t right but he does know that your friendship is strong and you don’t think about whatever happened in the past when you’re with him.

He likes that. He likes how easy it is around you.

Sure, sometimes the line in which he separates you from a friend to someone he is attracted to is beginning to blur.

No, he doesn’t find you attractive.

Well okay, yes he does. Even after seeing you with makeup down your face, drunk out of your mind, and first thing in the morning when your hair's a mess—for only being friends for a short amount of time he’s really seen a lot of sides of you.

But you’re just friends, he knows that, he doesn’t expect more… he didn’t even want more. Since the beginning all he’s ever done is talk about wanting to just be by himself and mind his business but clearly that all changed when you came along and to be honest, he liked the change.

“It was okay,” you said, making him realize that he had moved his hand onto your calf, and was softly sliding if higher then back down, “Just really boring and then I ask you to hang out and you’re just y’know… gaming.”

For a second Jungkook thought you were being serious and actually began to feel bad about possibly upsetting you by not giving you any attention. Just a moment later though he could see you smile and hold back a laugh when you watch him go serious with worry. When he realized you wanted to laugh, he rolled his eyes, “Whatever, I thought you were being serious.”

You just chuckled watching him lean against the other end of the armrest. He was sitting forward but he was looking at you sideways, one hand still on your leg and you just looked back at him. The game wasn’t even playing anymore and he was only focused on you now and the way you were looking at him.

His fingers began to tap against your leg, softly caressing every now and then, a small smirk coming to his face. Your brows furrowed, “What?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook said, running a hand over his face. You sat up a bit, “Now you have to tell me.”

“Nothing, it’s just…” he was hesitant, debating if he should be honest or not, “Don’t look at me like that.”

You released a scoff, sitting up further and moving away from him, “Like what?”

“Like you wouldn’t mind if I kissed you right now,” he was serious now as he said and you can see the change in his gaze. You were too stunned to speak, you wanted to say it was unexpected but like… things have felt different lately…

You could see the way his tongue poked against his cheek looking at you with a dazed look in his eyes. You’re not sure what made you say it but you asked, “You want to kiss me?”

Jungkook laughed softly, shifting his eyes to his lap, “Basically.”

You bit down on your lip in thought, quite literally checking him out from head to toe. He was even sitting with his tattooed arm in your view and he’s been rubbing your leg with it this entire time.

This isn’t a good idea.

Jungkook is your friend.

Sure, you’re not mad anymore about whatever happened with you ex, and sure… you haven’t been intimate with someone in a while, and yes Jungkook is attractive from the way his voice sounds to the way he walks but… but he’s your friend.

So why was it so easy for you to say, “So do it then.”

Jungkook didn’t need much else of a sign before he was going for it. He went to cross his end of the couch to yours but before he could get all the way over, you were meeting him halfway with your hands coming around his neck almost immediately. Your lips met so suddenly at first that it was a bit of surprise but neither of you shied away from initiating a kiss.

The first thing he noticed was how soft your lips were against his. They were warm too and your mouth felt so good that Jungkook brought his hand up to your hair so that you couldn’t pull away too soon but you kissed him so eagerly that he doubts that would even happen.

It was just wet and needy, soft sounds coming out whenever his tongue licked along yours. Your arms wrapped around him more and Jungkook was so quick to pull you into him until you were practically stumbling onto his lap. His hands found your waist and he slid them down toward your thighs so he could fix your legs to straddle him, not once pulling his mouth from yours.

Your hairs were in his hair, brushing it out of his face as you attempted to pull away. Jungkook just chased after your lips, feeling the line of split that connected your swollen lips together even when you backed away. He was just as out of breath as you and when your eyes met there was just a small moment of hesitation wondering if this was a good idea or not.

The moment didn’t last long when felt you the slightest hint of excitement in his sweats from the way you straddled him and you couldn’t help but grind your hips down. Jungkook swallowed back a moan with your lips as he kissed you, pulling you back against him so that you could sit directly over his growing erection. His eyes fell shut deepening the kiss with his tongue and yours relishing in your make out and the way your body felt pressed against his.

“Y/n,” his voice was hoarse as his hand slid down to the back of your cotton shorts, thankful for the thin material of them when he groped your ass. You were both in clothes ready for bed and he could still feel you through the layers. Your hair fell to one side as you kissed along the corners of his mouth, a hand flat on his shirt while you trailed down toward his jaw. He licked his dry lips when he felt the tender affections on the angle of his jaw as the hand over his t-shirt ran over his chest. He let his head fall back trying to catch his breath when you playfully nipped at skin, kissing away any pain and sucking lightly.

Both of his hands found your butt, squeezing here and there and tongue kissing you messily. It honestly felt so good and when his hands slid up to lift your shirt a little, you didn’t hesitate to sit back and behind taking it off yourself. His rough hands fell to hold your waist, holding you back as he took in the sight of you. Jungkook would be lying if he said he hasn’t checked you out before. It wasn’t entirely his fault, he had to get you out of wet clothes!—well, okay, yeah it was his fault they were drenched in the first place but his intention wasn’t to see your body.

It just happened and every day after that he had to remind himself that you were a good friend and you were going through it and him getting any feelings for you wouldn’t be good.

A pleased sigh left his lips when your hand began to touch the end of his shirt sliding underneath to run over the ridges of abs you knew he had. You could see them through pretty much every fitted shirt he wore. Even when he wore loose and oversized tees there was no way to hide his back muscles. He was so strong too, you didn’t expect anything less than the taut muscle in his torso and you just could help but want to feel all of it.

Jungkook helped you take his shirt off and it joined yours on the floor before he was leaning forward to kiss your neck. His thick fingers ran along your spine in search for the clip on your bra and swiftly unclasped it, dragging his hands under the material. While doing this, Jungkook begins trailing his kisses down your neck to your shoulder, following the straps down your arms, taking it off you and discarding it so he could touch you without barrier. A soft meowl left your lips when his big hands cupped your breasts and pressed the pad of his thumbs against your rounded nipples smoothly. It didn’t take long for his fingers circling around your nips to turn into his mouth swallowing around one.

“Jungkook,” you whined lightly when he moved his tongue around your erect nipples, you were getting so turned on your core was dripping with need.

Jungkook couldn’t find it in himself to be more patient and once he felt your covered push grinding on his dick, he just has to remove some of the layers between you two. His big hand raised your hips enough with you help so could his sweats down as far as they could and you shift to kneel beside him on the couch watching him undress.

You began taking your shorts off, a small groan leaving his lips at the sight, “You’re not wearing underwear?”

He was wondering why it was so easy for him to grope your ass and feel you so much more and it just made his dick throb with excitement at the sight before him. You nodded your head looking at him with those same eyes that started this in the first place and he felt your hand making its way to his hard cock. His lips parted with a gasp when you took it in your hands, giving one shy stroke right off the bat.

Jungkook didn’t waste a moment hesitating as he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer in his side to jerk him off while his other hand began to teasingly run along your inner thighs.

You were soaked and it didn’t go unnoticed by his long fingers. His middle finger ran between your folds teasingly as you made a fist with your small hand and stroked him from his base to his tip making sure to rub against that soft spot and bulging vein. His precum was beginning to dribble out and every now and then you would coat his head with it before flicking your wrist on a downward stroke. Light moans from the both of you filled the room as his fingertips rubbed against your clit, covering it in your slick and swiping all the way to the puddle of wetness at your core. Your lips drew open in a moment when you felt his middle finger begin to tease your entrance and finally push its way in, a thick amount of slick joining him creating a light squelching sound.

You quickly dragged him into a hunger kiss as he began to fuck your with his thick finger while you fisted his cock. Jungkook licked the shell of your ear, “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

His words had you moaning and shaking when his finger became two getting but more rough, even bucking his lips into your hand. Your mouth was permanently open in pleasure as you said, “Do it then.”Jungkook just smirks as he removes his hand so he can pull you up to straddle his lap again but this time feeling your wet push right on top of his fat dick. Jungkook had to bite on his lip to stop from moaning when he felt some of your wetness coat his member as he moved to grip your hip. Your hands went to his shoulders to support yourself as you lifted your hips off his thighs enough for him to align his cock with your entrance, moaning when he ran his tip of your clit, “Fuck, I don’t have a condom, Y/n, fuck.”

“It’s okay.” You moaned as you helped guide him in, “Just pull out.”

Jungkook nodded his head as he finally held you by the waist and helped you down his throbbing dickwith a groan.

"Jungkook," you whined at the stretch and the way he dig his fingertips into your hip bone to steady himself when he pushed through your tight walls. It took you a second to get used to his size but once you had, your hands were on his shoulders and your feet on the couch, raising your hips until only the tip of his cock was inside, and slowly took him all in again. A low groan bubbled up in his throat, sliding his hands down ass, helping you fuck yourself on his hard cock, eyes on your chest which was just right in front of his face.

You were right and your pussy completely coated his dick with your slick that everytime you came up, the slide back down was easier. Your body clung against his as he began to mouth at your exposed neck and collarbone. His legs were spread apart to give you the room and he felt so good inside of you. It hasn’t been a crazy amount of time since you last had sex but it was long enough to make you appreciate Jungkook’s big dick. Your hands were curling into his hair feeling your lower back begin to hurt in this position but he helped you raise and lower your tight pussy on his length. A small gasp left your lips as you felt his tongue tease a hard nipple, licking it expertly before wrapping his lips around it. He had one hand on your other breast and the other hand guiding you to fuck yourself on him. He nipped at the bud playing with it while he twisted and pinched at the other. Your body pressed against his and each time you sank down his cock, you would grind your hips forward humping him and angling yourself where he could feel your folds parting.

Jungkook groped your ass, digging his nails in surely to leave a mark and he raised his hips off the couch enough to fuck into you, ramming his cock in and out with each pretty moan you let out, his mouth was still on your tits so he sounded muffled when he groaned, "So fucking good."

Jungkook left wet, sloppy kisses over your throat, moving his hands to grip your waist harshly. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock hearing you whine tiredly. You were already becoming puddy in his hands and he took it upon himself to wrap your legs around him as he turned your bodies to lay you flat on the couch. A loud moan left your lips with this new angle and now that he was on top, he didn’t ease up his thrusts, only let them get more forceful with more intent. Your nails clawed at his back, running them down toward where his back dimples should be and you practically guided his cock in and out of your wet cunt, making him fuck you more roughly than before.

“Oh my god,” you said breathlessly, throwing your head back against the armrest and looking up so you could try and calm down as he fucked you. He had a hand roughly groping your tits and the other on the back of the couch for support as he thrusted deeply into you, only moving his hips and contracting every muscle to do so, “Fuck, Jungkook, ngh.”

"Just like that," he bit into his lip looking down at how pretty you looked under him, only making his hips move more rapidly, “Take my cock, Y/n.”

You nodded but you couldn’t even look at him as you tried to keep yourself under control by staring up at the ceiling, “S—so close.”

Jungkook groaned when he felt your wet cunt tighten around him making it harder for him to drag his cock out but it made him have to fuck itright back into you with more force. He could feel your ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds and each time was harder to get back out. It was wet and slippery and you were so fucking hot that he knew he wouldn’t last. He dropped his face against your neck, “You’re so good for me, so fucking right goddamn.”

He wasn't going to last much longer either.

He hasn't slept with someone in months and even if he did it didn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t feel like this because he wants to see you as just a friend but clearly that’s never been the case and if he had deprived himself of feeling your pussy tighten around him, he might’ve gone insane. Your legs wrapped around his waist making him go deeper and you were moaning loudly now, “I’m gon—I’m gonna—oh my god.”

It washed over your writhing body like a wave, Jungkook felt it travel through your body and around his cock till he felt your creamy fluid coat his member. He quickly pulled out with a loud groan as he was unable to stop himself from cunning all over your stomach in thick spirits of semen that made his legs give out and his body pressed against yours. You hugged him closely as the two of you tried to come down, his lips on your neck soothing you down from the highs of climax, “Felt so good.”

“Mhm,” you moaned softly as you unwrapped your legs from around him and let them fall limply, “Fuck.”

Your hand slid between your bodies to touch the muddles of cum be covered you in and it made him pull back enough to see the mess, biting his lip as he attempted to apologize, “Sorry, I was gonna—didn’t have time to—yknow.”

You smiled as you moved to sit up more, “Better me than my couch.”

He let you stand up, moving off of you, “Are you good?”

His hand held yours keeping you from moving and he couldn’t help but look down at your body and the mess he made on your stomach. You nodded your head, “Yeah but I need to clean up, asap, it’s sticky.”

You said it jokingly and he laughed with you, both of you still relishing in what just happened. You released a sigh, “I need a shower, want to join me?”

He nodded, not wasting a second to ponder over it, “Let me help clean up and then I’ll go.”

You left with a nod of your head and Jungkook looked at the mess the two of you made in your living room, already seeing a small stain on the couch.

As he searched for his clothes, the doorbell caught him off guard drawing his attention to the door. Deciding to ignore it so he could join you in the shower, he picked up his things to leave when the doorbell chime turned into a fist against the door and that had him curious. He quickly slipped on his sweats already hearing the shower run and went to answer. It was probably just a delivery or a neighbor complaining about the noise. He didn’t bother with a shirt and his hair was a messy but he didn’t care as he opened the door expecting anyone but the person in front of him.

“Jungkook?”

“Taehyung?” Jungkook looked at the guy in front of him with confusion.

He watched him take a step back as if to make sure the address was right for you and looked back at him, “What are you doing here?”

“Um, I live next door,” Jungkook said dumbly as he attempted to ignore the fact that he was shirtless and sweaty and your ex boyfriend was noting that.

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “Wait, you’re the one who lives next do—why are you at Y/n’s then?”

Jungkook huffed in annoyance, “Taehyung, come on man… does it really matter? Why are you here?”

“Because I’m hereto talk to her about our relationship—“

That made Jungkook’s jaw clenched at Taehyung’s audacity, “What relationship? The two of you aren’t together.”

“Look, it doesn’t really concern you—why aren’t you wearing a shirt? What the fuck is going on here? Y/n?!” Taehyung tried getting through Jungkook to enter your apartment but he didn’t let him. Fuck no. He was not going to let Taehyung come in and ruin everything that has just happened between you. “Taehyung, don’t. You dumped Y/n just get out of here.”

Taehyung scoffed loudly, Oh, I fucking knew something was going on between you two at the party. You didn’t even hide it!”

“You have no idea what you’re even talking abou—“

“Why are you at my ex’s house?” Taehyung asked abruptly as he stood directly in front of Jungkook’s face, both equal in height.

Jungkook scoffed as he glared at his ex friend; “Taehyung, not everything is about you so get over yourself and just go already. Y/n does not want anything to do with you.”

That only seemed to piss Taehyung off more as he scoffed and said, “Oh I get it now, you slept Y/n… Is that what you’re doing here? To sleep with my ex?”

Jungkook was starting to get pissed, rightfully so in his opinion and he wants nothing more than to get this guy out, “I’m not saying it again, Taehyung, just go before Y/n gets out of the shower.”

Unbeknownst to either of them that you had already turned off the water early once you heard the banging on your front door and the muffled voices.

“So you did!?” Taehyung ignored his warning to accuse him further, “Was this your plan all along? You wanted to get back at me by fucking my ex? I didn’t realize you’re still not over what happened with Minsu. Come on Kook, that was years ago, did you really need to go this far? I still care about Y/n.”

That passed Jungkook off and he’s never been in a fight with anyone he considered a friend once before and right now he’s very close to doing it, “I’m not you! This has nothing to do with you or Minsu and stop lying. You don’t care about Y/n! You just found out her and I were close and suddenly you wanted to call dibs on her again? Jeez, you’re still the selfish asshole you’ve always been.”

“Fuck you, Jungkook. You’re just jealous, you’ve always been jealous. Yeah, I slept with the girl you liked but it wasn’t enough to stop being my friend!? Yes, I knew how much you liked her but it’s not my fault she got in my bed! How do you think Y/n is going to feel when she finds out you only slept with her to get back at me?” Taehyung as so cocky when he spoke and Jungkook was seriously beginning to lose his patience.

“That’s not tru—“

“What?”

The two men immediately looked behind Jungkook where you stood in a bathrobe that Taehyung recognized immediately at what had just happened between you and Jungkook.

“Y/n…” the both said and Taehyung took a step inside when Jungkook’s guard was down and a smile threatened to appear on his face when you looked at him.

“Taehyung, what did you just say?” You asked and Jungkook immediately felt his heart drop.

He took a cautious step toward you, wondering how much you heard, “Y/n don’t listen to him, he’s lying and he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“It’s true, That's probably why the two of you got clo—“ Taehyung tried to say only for your sharp tone to snap them both silent with surprise.

“Get out.”

His brows scrunched together in confusion, “What? No, I’m here to talk about us.”

You just rolled your eyes, “Well I don’t want to talk to you Taehyung, so get out.”

“Y/n—“

“Taehyung! Get out, I don’t know what you were hoping for coming here but I want you to leave,” you said louder now and there was no denying the finality in your tone that had your ex backing down reluctantly. When he looked at Jungkook it was like the final straw to push him over the edge and he stormed back out leaving the two of you alone, silent.

Jungkook was trying to get closer to you but also unsure if it’s what you wanted as he said a soft, “Y/n…”

“You too, Jungkook, just go.”

He knew he should just do as you say but that kind of hurt his feelings considering just a few minutes again he made you cum with his cock and he gathered the strength to say, “No.”

You released a deep sigh, turning to sit on the couch still without a thorough shower, “Jungkook, I want to be alone so please just go.”

You just needed time to yourself to think. You had no plans of getting back with Taehyung and him coming over just surprised the fuck out of you. On top of that you just had sex with someone who’s your friend and who’s helped you get over the break up and although it seems like just a rebound, it didn’t feel that way.

Jungkook stood before you, “No, I’m not leaving because I’m not letting you think for even one second that what he said is true. I didn’t sleep with you to get back at him. I couldn’t care less about Taehyung and the only reason I even thought about that guy again was because of yo—“

“I know.”

Your soft tone surprised him and he found himself stuttering out, “… you do?”

You nodded your head, running a nervous hand over your hair, “I mean, I know you — I think — you’re not the type of guy to do that…”

His heart raced in relief as he moved to sit next to you, “I’m really not, Y/n. You know me, I like staying out of the drama and with him, that’s all you get. I wouldn’t have even bothered to acknowledge him if it weren’t for you.”

“Jungkook…”

He leaned forward so that you were forced to look at him as he said, “Y/n, listen to me, okay? I like you… I know we just… y’know, but It’s not because I wanted to get revenge. That’s petty. I’ve been hanging out with you all the time because I enjoy it. You’re a hot mess and crazy and loud and the complete opposite of what I thought you’d be but… but I’m cool with you, y’know? I put up with all your late night meltdowns and early morning hunger because I wanted to spend time with you—I literally jumped in the pool with you so we can be fools together—why are you laughing?”

It was hard to ignore the way you smiled and fought back a laugh as he talked and it confused the hell out of him that he had to ask. You just sighed, “Because you don’t have to explain yourself, Kook. I mean, you’re right, I’m a hot mess…”

He shook his head, “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I kinda like it… it’s exciting and you have good intentions and you’re not vindictive and you don’t really care what others think of you and I want you to know that you’re literally always on my mind but I tried to tell myself I just wanted to be friends but… look, I don’t expect you to feel the same even after tonight but I just want you to see that I really do like you, all of you, there’s nothing I want to change.”

You were still smiling as you slouched back on the couch that he just fucked you on, “You know, you’ve gotta be the only person who’s ever said that to me. Do you really mean it?”

He scoffed with a laugh, “No shit, Y/n. You stress me out in the best way possible.”

“That’s because you know me like no other and you aren’t trying to change me, you’re seeing me for me. I’m crazy into you,” you confessed, surprising yourself and him.

“You are?”

“Yeah.”

He gulped in thought, “Y/n, if we can just look past whatever drama just happened and try, but I get it if you don’t want to—I mean, I get it, honestly, you just got out of a relationship and getting with me right away probably won’t look good to others and if you’re not ready I get it but—“

You sighed, “Who cares what other people say?”

You don’t, not anymore. It’s just exhausting to always be thinking about others and right now you rather focus on yourself and who makes you happy and right now that’s Jungkook even if you hadn’t admitted it before.

“Y/n…”

“Jungkook, I don’t know about y’know, dating yet but… but I really do like you and I don’t care what other people say anyway. Can we maybe take things slow?” You asked shyly as his hand fell over yours to hold it.

He nodded, eyes looking down at your lips and watching you bite down on them. He took a deep breath feeling you move closer and he had to move back, “Y/n… we can’t take things slow if you try to kiss me.”

You sat back in surprise, “Why’s that?”

He chuckled softly, “Because I won’t be able to stop.”

“It’s okay, we can just cuddle then—that is, of course, if you don’t put a pillow fort between us again,” you said to him as you leaned into his side.

“Listen, I was being considerate about the fact I had a drunk girl crawl into my bed looking too cute in my shirt,” Jungkook said honestly as he helped you snuggle against him.

“Ah, so you’ve always had a thing for me? You sure you didn’t plot this?” You teased.

Jungkook scoffed as he poked your side, “Shut up, I did not, I just… maybe a little?—I mean you try and involve yourself with someone as crazy and fun as you and try not to fall for them!”

“Gross,” you joked, “I didn’t realize you’ve been obsessed with me this whole time.”

“Oh shut up.”

::.

just lyk It’s highly unedited 💀💀💀I forced myself to finish it this morning but anyways idk I love a good idiots to lovers but maybe that’s just me. also imagine jk as your friend and neighbor?

and his ass really did jump in that pool with y/n so she would get mad at him and forget about Tae

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Hot Ghouls in your area 7

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Chapter 7 

…Jason slowly put down the book and turned it cover up, shell-shocked from that interaction. He lifted his phone and took a photo. He sent it to Roy. 

“What do you see?” He typed. Jason bit his lower lip and tried not to scowl while he waited for a response. 

It wasn’t that Jason was unused to conflict. Jason was great at conflict. He won every conflict! (Almost.) But what the hell had this shit been? Why had that guy been so pissy about the book? What the hell was wrong with the book that Jason didn’t see?

“Gibberish?” Roy texted back a few minutes later. “It gives the impression of wonky Cyrillic to me. But it's got a terrible energy to it. The hell is that?”

Jason looked at the cover. To his eyes, there was a serif font declaring it Sense and Sensibility Universe D version 5. 

“Thanks,” he sent, ignoring the question and then the barrage of heart emojis. Shit, okay. 

That answered one question. But it didn't answer enough. What the fuck had that college kid been seeing that was so offensive? 

‘And why'd he think we would meet again?’ 

Jason pushed deep, deep down any awareness that he hoped it was true. That had been weird enough that it would bother him forever if he didn’t get answers.

He sort of hated the idea of getting his nosy family involved, but they would ask different and in some ways, less annoying questions than other groups he could poll. They'd know not to lie to him, at least. So he sent the picture on to the family group chat with the same question and grimly finished his tea. 

The elderly proprietor came out then and noticed that her other customer was gone. She looked confused for a moment, scanning the seat to see if his book bag was still there. She picked up the cash he'd left on the table and then started stacking dishes.

‘He’s a regular,’ Jason guessed, honing in on the opportunity to learn more. He flipped the book open but held the apparently offensive cover down towards the table, out of her line of sight. He needed to know what had gone so wrong. Jason wasn’t normally the kind of person that cute college kids had beef with.

He'd never been in this café before, his intuition had just told him to duck inside.

“I think he forgot something,” Jason offered casually, pretending to just look up from his book. “Ran out real quick in a panic.” 

The lady let out a soft “Ahhh,” of comprehension. “Something for his afternoon class, perhaps,” she agreed, looking a little happier. 

“Yeah, it looked like he was getting ready to settle in for a long study session and then he bolted,” Jason lied, watching her underneath his lashes. He had been paying a little more attention than he ought to when the guy came in. He was Jason’s type, aside from the thing where he’d hated Jason’s face for no apparent reason-

‘No, actually, everyone I’ve ever been into hated me on sight.’

Ouch. As Jason digested that embarrassing truth, the owner continued talking.

“He does that,” she agreed, apparently not thinking it was odd at all for them to talk about the habits of another customer. “Tuesdays and Thursdays. He's a sharp cookie, did you know that?” She continued, and oh, she had halfway adopted this college kid, huh? There was warmth and a hint of pride in her tone.

Jason valiantly swallowed the snort. “He looks familiar, but I don't think we have classes together,” he fished. 

“Mm, he's doing some kind of math and engineering,” the lady helpfully supplied. She gave Jason her full attention as she stood up from the table. “And you?”

“Modern language and literature,” Jason said, and sort of wished it was true. He didn't really have the time. Did he? Spoiler was a full-time student, wasn't she? …Huh.

While he chewed that over, the lady had drifted a couple steps closer.

“...Those are two meaningfully different courses?” 

“Modern language is learning additional languages, I'm doing Russian and Greek right now,” Jason lied easily. He was fluent in both already. “Literature is mostly classics, for my purposes. I'm focusing on Regency Lit.” 

She looked very interested, but she detoured away to deposit the dirty dishes behind the counter. They kept up a light conversation about books as she wiped off the table and reset for the next customer. 

When she left, he finally had the chance to check his messages. There was a full-on fight in the group chat. The last message was from Stephanie. She had tagged him and asked, “Is this an optical illusion??? Like that dress?”

Ah, fuck. Jason felt a rock settle in his stomach at the confirmation that something hinky was going on.

‘I can’t read this in public if it’s saying something I can’t control or even know.’

Fucking hell. Jason scrolled back up and checked. Damian listed the correct title. Dick saw what, ‘I thought was Greek at first.’ Stephanie might have been joking but she argued vigorously that it was pictographs that started with a bird. Drake had sent “You rediscovered Minoan Linear A? Cool.” and then not participated in any follow-up discussions. Duke had sent only a stream of confused and tearful emojis.

Cass had marked it read.

“Fair enough, I guess,” Jason muttered to himself. Resentfully he put the book back in his bag. 

What had that guy seen? If he’d just seen something foreign but illegible he wouldn’t have gotten so pissy about it. And who the hell had he been, anyway? Why was he so special?

Well. That was something to do with his afternoon. Jason paid up his bill and gave Phyllis his well-wishes for her doctor’s appointment tomorrow on the way out. Phyllis was a good contact, he would definitely come back for more of her jasmine tea no matter how mad that guy got at him.

…Jason really needed a name.

And found…

He headed to Gotham University and used the student computers to look up departments and then hack into the registrar. Jason flipped through photos until he found his guy: Danny Fenton, 19, sophomore double-major in the Engineering department. Good grades, no notes on his account about academic dishonesty or conflict.

'Little weird to meet two Dannys in a 24 hour period.'

Jason searched the guy online and found…

He let his mouth drop open in disbelief at the batshit insane website design he had stumbled into. The Fenton family had a website, apparently, and they had maybe let a 7 year old design it in 2008. The colors… The lack of centering… The.. the neon choices.

His eyes watered. It took a while to fight down his aesthetic grief and actually start comprehending the text.

He had expected this to be like, an online family newsletter. And it was! The link he had followed detailed “Danno going to college in the big city!!!” The boy himself looked extremely resigned in the attached photo. Seriously, Jason had seen much less mortified mugshots. The thing was, that on the same page, alongside posts about other kids going college (Jazzypants!) and someone called Alicia recovering from “supergout!” with "her eight favorite toes remaining!!!", there was also a lot of mention of ghosts.

Like, a lot.

Jason scrolled in pained disbelief. There were photos that showed extremely weird and dismayed green people obviously flinching away from a camera. A beautiful green woman with her hair halfway over her face snarled through a flood of smoke under the title “Wishywish Ghostie Interviewed: Learn what drives her generous heart!” and an ugly robot motherfucker was seen fleeing under the caption, “Skalker indicates that spook is a GHOST SLUR!”

….Was it a shit post? Just one long shitpost? It had to be a joke site.

Well. No. Jason buried his face in his hands and came to terms with the horrible fact that not only were ghosts real, he was accidentally married to one and this bombastic midwestern family already knew about it. This was his best lead for getting that 'beyond death do you part' separation.

They had been blasting the existence of ghosts for all the world to read, and it hadn’t been news. The Justice League didn’t know about this whole society. The journalism done by– Jason lifted his head to check– Jack Fenton interviewing clearly very unwilling ghosts was the only primary source that he knew of. 

He took a few deep breaths. He came to terms with grief. He decided to block his family from any further involvement in this shitshow, for what remained of his dignity. And he grimly noted down Jack Fenton’s email.

Jason cleared this history and closed down his tabs, feeling a decade older than he had when he had entered the library. He ignored the sultry ‘come talk to me’ eye contact that the student worker was shooting him from behind the counter as he slouched out. 

He stopped for a moment on top of the stairs to watch campus move. He saw the theatre building and the modern language headquarters from his vantage point, along with about half of the student center. There was just a trickle of foot traffic between buildings along paved paths. A few people were hanging out on blankets in the grass. An old man in a suit was taking a phone call next to a crawling rose garden. 

‘Maybe I should go to school.’

Well. After this shit was sorted out. Obviously he could not go to school before he got divorced. It would be torturous to hang out with cute boys his age and be committed to some hot dead mermaid who didn’t even wanna make out with him sloppy. Loser shit on absolutely every level, goddamn.

Jason shoved his hands in his pockets and jogged down the stairs. He kept an eye out for Danny, but had no luck.  

Not that he cared. It was interesting that he had a lead: Danny clearly had some connection to ghosts, and he had been able to read… 

‘Maybe he realized it was a ghost’s property and he thought I stole it?’ Jason realized in a stroke of inspiration. That made more sense. If he knew enough to recognize it as ghost language or whatever, then he might have felt affronted about Jason having it.

He went through his mental checklist to pick out what he did and didn’t know. Once he felt he had a hang on his priorities, he beelined to his own laptop in his favorite safehouse and started looking into the Fentons in more depth.

It was a great lead. It was suspiciously good, in fact, he thought as he found Jack Fenton’s online family newsletter again. What were the odds that he would run into Danny Fenton in a cafe that Jason had never even been in before? It had been a total fluke that he’d entered. He’d been walking past to a favorite place and then just had the urge to try the dark little family cafe.

‘…Ah, fuck’, Jason sighed. More ghost shit. It had to be. Something about Danny Fenton’s ghost shit had registered to him now that he’d been exposed to ghost central.

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mune ga hachikire-sōde (my heart seems like it’s going to burst)

title mune ga hachikire-sōde (my heart seems like it’s going to burst)

pairing huang renjun x gender neutral!reader

summary you and your friends always sit at the table a couple down from mine and talk shit in madarin, which happens to be a language i’m currently learning. i’ve been eavesdropping to try and improve my listening comprehension and oh my god are you actually talking about how pretty i am???

characters huang renjun, zhong chenle [nct], liu yangyang [wayv], hwang yeji [itzy]

warnings none but it does imply you speak korean as well

word count 812

author’s note rewrite from my old blog. italics = mandarin

Here’s the thing: you were pretty firm on privacy. You didn’t like yours getting invaded by nosy people, and even have scolded so many for doing so. Yet, here you were; eavesdropping. You were no better than them.

You usually tried to ignore the group of boys that always sat at the same table, talking shit about people in their lives in Mandarin.

But could anyone really blame you? When the pretty boy with stars for eyes kept glancing over in your direction and commenting to his friends in Mandarin, “Aren’t they so pretty? … No, the one facing us.”

You ducked your head, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you barely managed to hide your growing smile. If you just smiled at seemingly nothing, you’d seem like a weirdo.

Yeji eyed you with a weird look, brows furrowing, “What’s got you all smiley, huh?” She poked you in the arm with her pen.

You shushed her quietly, shaking your head as you leaned in to whisper to her, “You see the boy with the white cardigan?” When she briefly looked over and nodded, you continued, “He’s telling his friend about how pretty I am in Mandarin.” You giggle.

A grin rose on her lips, looking over again, “What’s he saying now?”

“His friend’s asking why he won’t come talk to me,” you keep your head down, seemingly focused on your laptop. “Stop looking over there! You’ll get us caught.”

“Sorry, sorry,” she giggled, looking down at her notebook. “Hey, what’s the answer for number two?”

“You’re only on two?” Your mouth dropped open in shock. Yeji shrugged, cheeks flaring. “It’s C. Anyways, he’s saying he won’t ‘cause he doesn’t want to embarrass himself if I was already taken,” you hum, glancing up momentarily and accidentally making eye contact with the cute boy.

His cheeks flushed red, head snapping back to his friends, “They just caught me looking at them! See!” His friend’s head turned to look at you, “No! Don’t look, dumbass!”

“I agree, he’s a dumbass, but look at what?” A dark haired boy joined the conversation, speaking in Korean instead of Mandarin.

His friend hushed him, “Shut up! Don’t speak in Korean.”

The boy blinked.

“Don’t look, but you see the person studying with the girl with braids in her hair behind me?” The boy with his back towards you asked the new boy. You could see out of the corner of your eye that the new boy looked towards your direction anyway.

“Dude,” the cute boy groaned in exasperation, putting his face in his hands.

“He asked if I could see them! How was I not supposed to look?”

“Whatever, Renjun thinks they’re pretty.” Renjun was the boy’s name, huh? You smiled to yourself.

“They are. Go tell them that, ge,” the boy said.

“Are you crazy? I’m not going to make a fool out of myself!” The cute boy’s—Renjun— voice cracked cutely at the end.

“Why not? You don’t know what will happen!” The other nameless boy said.

“They’re way too pretty for me,” Renjun shook his head again, cheeks red as he kept making small glances to you. You felt as if your heart was about to burst out of your chest. “I said no,” he added firmly in Korean when the boy opened his mouth to speak again.

The boy shrugged, “Fine, I will.” Ignoring Renjun’s protests, he stood and made his way to you. Your heart pounded in your chest at the thought of confrontation. You scribbled a word on your notebook, pretending to be busy. When he approached your table, both you and Yeji looked up. “Hi, I’m Chenle. You see my friend over there?” Your heads turned to see that Renjun was now clutching the menu, hiding behind it. Chenle sighed in disappointment, “Yeah, the weirdo hiding behind the menu. Anyways, he thinks you’re pretty.”

You knew this already, but your cheeks flushed red. You smiled, “I know.” Chenle’s brows rose in shock at your confession and you could hear the other boy voice his confusion at their table, making you giggle. “I know Mandarin.” You looked at the time on your phone and smiled again, looking up at Yeji, “It’s getting late, my mom will kill me if I’m not home before eight.” Chenle watched as the two of you got up.

You grabbed a paper and pen, quickly writing on it before giving it to Chenle, “Give this to your friend.” You looked up and sent a wink, but in your head, you were freaking out, but managed to keep your cool.

You finished packing your things up and smiled one last time at the group of boys before walking out with your friend.

Renjun grabbed the paper hastily from Chenle and started to read it, his cheeks getting even more red if possible.

i think you’re pretty cute too, and my name’s y/n.

so now that you know mine, i think it’s fair enough that i know yours. :)

***-***-****

- y/n <3

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[drunkenkissesatdusk]

Can u maybe do like a Damian wayne x reader where they're friends and all but sometimes they (reader) tends to zone out a lot and think abt a lot of deep ish things that cause her to make weird faces without even realizing? Like she's much more quieter than usual and when he turns to look at her, he sees that she's visibly very upset but for seemingly no reason.

Oh, and if u want angst, maybe the specific thing she's thinking abt has something to do with him so she's really annoyed and snappy when he asks her what's wrong? Like she's be thinking abt how rude guys in their school are and then it kinda reminds her of Damian. Idk🙈🙉

(*ˊᗜˋ*)ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ

am i good at angst? no… will i try? absolutely.

NOT YOUR FAULT.

pairings — damian wayne - al ghul x reader (platonic)

warnings — i tried to write angst but gave up, that’s all (and the ending sucks that’s not my fault (it is))

summary — pretty much what the request is gangsters

notes — i don’t know how to write angst 😞

━━━━━━━ YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN THE SIGNS before it was too late. you were sleeping more, food was suddenly too plain, you were easy to irritate, and you felt like you couldn’t do anything.

but, of course, you hadn’t understood when they began, you just blamed it on stress, since you had tons of tests coming up that you were relentlessly studying.

at some point, your grades had started slipping, and your teachers didn’t miss that. you were forgetting to turn in assignments, and whenever you suddenly couldn’t sleep the night before, you started falling asleep in class.

multiple teachers had brought it up after class with you, and you were able to come up with excuse after excuse.

eventually, Damian noticed. Damian, one of the only kids who didn’t ignore you this year, your first year of high school. but, obviously, that wasn’t always the case. Damian had originally been mean, tormenting you alongside all his other friends.

Damian only noticed because of your lack of emotions throughout the time you’d spend with him. on top of that, said time was clearly dwindling.

“hey, hey.” Damian called after you, catching up soon after and walking with you outside, far enough away from other kids so that the two of you could talk without anyone being nosy.

“what’s going on? you’ve been acting weird the past few days.” Damian’s face was clearly concerned, which irritated you further.

sure, you’d been quieter recently, and you almost always had a sour look on your face, but why would he bring it up?

“nothing, im fine.” you defensively crossed your arms over your chest — also doing so for a little bit of extra comfort as Damian seemed to be interrogating you.

“bullshit. talk to me, i’m your friend.” Damian stared at you, face full of worry.

“nothing.” you reiterated, “i said i’m fine, Damian. i’m fine.” you put emphasis on your words.

“you’re not a good liar.” he stated.

“like you even care.” you scoffed, turning on your heel and walking away. you found semblance in the school library, in the back of the room where you doubted anyone would go looking for you in.

with the silence of the room suddenly hitting you, your guard was up and your eyes were relentlessly looking around.

you probably looked angry. if anyone were to look at you, they’d probably think you were pissed off. were you? yeah, probably. why were you mad? you had no clue.

inhaling carefully, you felt your body begin to unwind, your heart rate slowly slowed.

guilt and regret flooded your system. you could then remember the way you’d treated Damian.

he was truthfully your only friend, he hadn’t deserved that.

i’m sorry, you sent the message. i didn’t mean to be so rude, you sent afterwards. he read the messages almost instantly.

it’s fine, not ur fault, he sent back.

sleepover at mine? you asked him, gathering yourself again before making your way to your next class. he agreed, and the day went on swimmingly.

the sleepover was practically the same, nothing bad happened, and it was easier to talk about it with him.

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[sergeantsporks]

writing request: hunter carving waffles :)

Sorry that I'm writing this over a year after you sent it. The passage of time eludes me always

xxx

“What’s that?”

Hunter quickly closed his notebook before Luz could take a peek. “Homework.”

“Uh-huh. You know, you could just say it was your diary, and I wouldn’t try to read it.”

“It’s not a diary.”

She flopped dramatically against him, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead. “Your tortured poetry, perhaps? Or Cosmic Frontier fanfiction?”

Hunter moved to the side, letting her fall. “It’s homework. Palisman homework.”

Luz picked herself up. “Palisman homework? On paper? Are you making designs or something? I thought you just… carved.”

She wasn’t going to let up, was she? Hunter sighed, flipping the cover of his journal back and forth. “If you must know, I’m brainstorming. Dell’s dead-set on me carving my own palisman, and I’m trying to figure out what the best fit would be.”

Luz’s face softened into something that was close to pity, but felt more like understanding. “Oh,” she said simply.

It wasn’t that he necessarily OPPOSED the idea of having a palisman again. Spending time with the Bat Queen and all her abandoned palisman had opened up an ache in his chest, an ache he could only describe as ‘pining.’ He wanted a palisman so badly it hurt.

But whenever he tried to think about what that palisman would be, what he would carve, who he wanted to spend his life with, all he could think about was Flapjack. Or, when he wasn’t thinking about Flapjack, the form of his future palisman slipped outside of his grasp. All he could think about was the feeling, the connection. Like his palisman was already curled up inside of his chest, like he was already bonded to them, even though they didn’t exist.

“I’m just having trouble picturing it. Can’t think of what I want, you know?”

“A wolf?” Luz suggested.

“Maybe.”

He’d actually carved a wolf out of practice wood and gifted it to Eber—besides a songbird, it was probably the shape he was most familiar with. But holding that little wolf statue in his hands hadn’t felt right. It hadn’t clicked the way he’d always imagined finding your palisman’s shape would. He’d carved a few for others, and when the wood shaped underneath his hands, he could feel the palisman’s soul bursting through, could feel already the hum of connection with its partner. He’d seen it on his clients’ faces, too, a sort of light in their eyes. The way their faces sparked with recognition when they saw the animal carved into the wood.

“You could always carve an egg, like I did. Let them decide.”

That didn’t sound quite right either. Not that he minded his palisman choosing their own form, or that he thought Luz had picked a worse route, but he wanted to give them form. He wanted to give them something special, to handpick something just for them, something that said ‘I know what I want and I know who you are, and I’ve thought about you for so long.’

“So…” Luz tapped the journal cover. “Ideas for what it’ll be, then?”

“Some of them.” A flush crept across Hunter’s face and ears. “I’m also… brainstorming a list of things that might be my greatest wish?”

To Luz’s credit, she didn’t laugh, although her face screwed up like she was trying very hard not to. “You’re… making a list.”

Hunter nodded. “I figured I could make a list of all the things I want from life, then arrange them in tiers to narrow down which wish is most likely to wake up my palisman.”

“Uh-huh. Well—” she was trying so hard to not say something about spontaneity and living in the moment, he could see it. “—whatcha got so far? Maybe I can help.”

“It’s my greatest wish, not yours.”

“Aw, come on, two heads are better than one! I didn’t realize my greatest wish until I talked to my mom.”

“Fine. Nosy.” Hunter opened his journal. “I think—I mean, so far, I’ve mostly got what I said to Belos that night, you know? Studying wild magic, going to Hexside, playing flyer derby with my friends, learning to carve palisman… those are the things I want. But, well, I’m already accomplishing those things, you know? I’m enrolled at Hexside, Eda’s already told me I’ve got a place at the university if I want it, I play with the Entrails every other day after school, and I’m carving palisman with Dell the days I don’t practice with the Entrails. They’re still things I want, but they’re also things I’m doing.”

Frustration built up in the back of Hunter’s throat, and he ran a hand through his hair. Surely there had to be something else, something he was missing. “Belos is gone, the throne room is destroyed, so everything I used to want… it’s done! I accomplished it. I can’t use those wishes to wake up a palisman—they didn’t even work to save the palisman I had!”

The moment the words left his mouth, he froze. Luz gave him another one of those looks, those looks of terrible, sad understanding.

“Oh, Hunter—”

“I’m fine.” Hunter closed the journal again, tucking it into his schoolbag. “I’ll figure it out. I’ve got to go meet Dell.”

In reality, his carving tutoring didn’t start for another hour, but anything was better than sitting here for another second. He swung his bag over his shoulder and warped away before Luz could say anything else. He could practically hear her voice in his head, though—Hunter, what happened to Flapjack wasn’t your fault. Hunter, there was nothing you could do. Hunter, Flapjack would want you to be happy. Hunter, your wishes back then have nothing to do with healing palisman so why don’t you just use one of those perfectly-fine statements and get it over with; stop overthinking it.

Okay, the last part wasn’t Luz’s voice, but it was still true. Flapjack had chosen him based on an off-hand statement about wanting to choose his own future. He hadn’t even been talking to the palisman. Why put so much effort and time into considering the perfect wish? Because he’d watched Luz agonize over it? From what he’d heard, Willow and Gus’s palisman had chosen them quickly, with a simple statement. Why was he searching so hard for the perfect wish? The palisman wouldn’t wake up without the right words anyway—he could say whatever he wanted to them, and he’d know he’d made the true wish when they came to life.

Dell had already set aside the wood for him. A beautiful, perfect stump of palistrom, taken from one of the tree’s thick branches. The rings sat in exact circles, not a single knot or lump in the wood as far as Hunter could see. Hunter almost wished there was an imperfection in the wood. “Oops, sorry! Can’t get to work on this! Oops, it’ll take a while to sand out this knot, so why don’t we leave the whole project off for later?”

Instead, he picked up the perfect piece of wood, imagining each stroke of the chisel. Peeling back layers of wood in perfect blue curls, until the wood became…

He thought again of Flapjack, and put the wood down. He wouldn’t carve a cardinal—he knew better than anyone that it wouldn’t be the same, that a recreation of Flapjack wouldn’t be Flapjack. It would probably hurt worse to have a palisman that looked exactly like Flapjack but wasn’t, and for a brief, spiraling moment, he thought he understood how Belos had felt about him.

“Thinking about your future palisman?”

Hunter jumped at Dell’s voice, nearly knocking the wood off the table. “You’re early.”

Dell chuckled. “So are you.” He sat slowly down at the workbench, holding his cane between his hands and looking at Hunter expectantly.

“I still haven’t figured out what I want to carve.”

“I see.” Dell’s eyes twinkled. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Hunter swallowed. What secret? A carving technique? A shortcut to finding one’s deepest wish? “Of course.”

“I didn’t carve my palisman.”

It took a moment for the words to register in Hunter’s mind. Five simple words, and for a moment, they made Hunter feel like the ground had fallen away. “What?” he said finally.

“I didn’t carve my palisman,” Dell repeated easily, “She was passed onto me—she’s been in the family business for a while. The day my mother died and I inherited the carving business, she flew to my shoulder and has been there ever since. She did the same for my mother, and for her parent, and for their father before them.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Was he planning on giving his palisman to Hunter when he died? Not that Hunter minded taking care of her, but it was a heavy topic.

Dell sighed, stretching. “My palisman was passed on to me. Despite guiding many others to their heart’s desire, I’ve never had to confront my own. I’ve never been in the place you are now, trying to pick the perfect creature to carve. I can only offer the same advice I’ve offered to countless young witches trying to find their way in life.��

“Which is?”

Dell smiled, pointing his cane at Hunter’s chest. “Stop thinking with your head. Let go of the stress, the anxiety of picking something so permanent as a palisman. Still your thoughts, quiet your heart. Then, and only then, will you know what you want. Then, your palisman will find you.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Take the wood home.”

“What?”

“Take it home. And your tools. No carving lesson for today.”

“I—”

“When your teacher gives you a project in school, they give you time to work on it, yes?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“Today is a work day. I want you to focus on your palisman. Go.”

Focus on my palisman.

I can do this.

An hour and a half of staring at a lump of blue wood later, Hunter almost wanted to throw the palistrom through the window. He wouldn’t, of course, not after everything the species had been through, but he was very, very tempted.

Finally, he picked up the wood and his tools. “Still thoughts, quiet heart,” he breathed, “Fine. Carve. Just carve! It’s not like I’m going to wake it up right now, I’m just carving. It’s just like anyone else’s palisman, except it might maybe be mine.”

Hunter took a deep breath, and started to carve. Petals of blue shavings fell to the floor, and Hunter thought briefly of how Darius would gasp if he saw the mess. But his attention turned quickly back to the statue forming underneath his hands with every rhythmic scrape. At some point, Darius turned on the bedroom light, scolding him for how he’d strain his eyes, but Hunter barely registered the complaint. He noticed even less when Darius came back to warn him not to stay up too much later, or he’d be exhausted at school. There was only him and the palisman. Blisters rubbed onto his hands, and a dozen tiny splinters stuck in his fingers, but it wasn’t until one of the blisters popped, oozing blood and pus, that he stopped, shaken from the trance he’d fallen into.

“Ow.”

Hunter shook his hands. It wasn’t just the blisters and splinters—his hands had stiffened up from gripping the chisels and knives, sore and achy. He cautiously rubbed his eyes. When was the last time he’d blinked? The clock beeped an accusatory “5 AM” at him, and he wandered to the bathroom to take care of his injuries. First, he used tweezers to pluck out the splinters, then dressed his blisters and applied about five thousand band-aids to them. He chuckled at the sight. Back in the coven, his hands had constantly been bandaged because of blisters from training with his staff, or bruised and busted knuckles. But even in this peaceful life, it seemed he couldn’t escape the blisters and bruises.

Well, maybe you could if you stopped carving and went to bed at a reasonable time, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Darius’ said in his mind.

Hunter returned to his room, picking up the palisman.

A bird.

His heart sank, even as he kicked himself for it. Of course when he’d zoned out and emptied his mind he’d carved a bird—why had he expected anything else? Of course Flapjack was still in the front of his mind, of course he’d carve a…

Hunter realized dully that this bird wasn’t a cardinal. He hadn’t painted it yet, of course, although the blue of the wood seemed to suit it. But even so, the head swooped back instead of up, the beak was thinner, and the wings tilted down rather than back. This wasn’t the same bird.

“It’s just that I couldn’t carve the shape right,” Hunter said out loud, “I messed up. It’s not because… because…”

Had he just failed at carving a cardinal? Something about this palisman seemed different. Hunter sat it back down on his desk, resting his arms on the table’s surface and his head on his arms. Maybe it was just delirium from lack of sleep.

“You’re beautiful,” he told the bird, “I’m sure I can find you a good home—you deserve someone better than me. I mean, I didn’t even try. I just carved what I’m most familiar with. I’m sorry.” He gently brushed her—how he knew the palisman was a she, he didn’t know—beak with bandaged fingers. “I just wish…” he trailed off, fighting to stay awake. “I just wish every witch and their palisman could have what Luz and Stringbean have. What Eda and Owlbert, Amity and Ghost, Willow and Clover, and Gus and Emmiline have.” His eyes finally drifted shut, his hand still gently patting the palisman’s head. “I just wish everyone could have what Flapjack and I had,” he murmured.

Somewhere outside of the haze of sleep, Hunter heard a chirp.

[faeriescorpio]

Which Spy & Scout role swap is more interesting?

Class-swap or Age-swap

Class-swap: Spy is the Scout. Jeremy is the Spy. Jeremy doesn’t do so much of the blackmailing part of being a Spy as much as he uses the Sappers and watches and tech and such. Spy is still nosy and he knows Jeremy is his son. Jeremy being the Spy probably knows (canon)Spy slept with his mom but not that they’re related. (Canon)Spy is the world’s quietest Scout. He tries so hard to make a baseball bat look classy. Jeremy is the type of guy who researches at what length a knife is a sword and gets like a 12 inch knife and swings it around. He’s efficient, not elegant. (Canon)Spy despairs over his son being the spy. Man I need to have my own head-canon for Spy’s real name or this is going to get really confusing

Age-Swap: Jeremy always wanted a big family. He marries a woman who has 7 sons. But he’s immature even at 35 years old, and he tells her all about how dangerous his work is with no thought of how it might affect her and her family. So when the woman finds out she’s pregnant with her 8th son, she divorces Jeremy. He still calls her every weekend and devotes most of his paycheck to her. But when he calls she never tells him about her youngest child so Jeremy thinks she only has 7 sons. He’s the Scout, he’s not known for his brains. He does believe in the Waiting Game TM, which “always works, eventually” (I think I’m quoting comic 4). Anyway he gets a job with RED which includes a rather young Spy. Spy being Spy knows that Jeremy is his father but Scout is oblivious. Because if Scout knows then Spy would know because Scout can’t keep a secret to save his life. Spy does everything he can to keep Jeremy from knowing. This does change their dynamic as Scout doesn’t go to Spy for advice, Spy is both more and less aggressive to Scout because he can’t believe his father is an idiot but also is it Scout’s fault that he wasn’t there if Spy’s mother divorced him and didn’t tell Jeremy about Spy? Meanwhile Spy being younger than Scout means Scout’s a little nicer to Spy because Scout’s the kind of person who’s like “you’re younger than me therefore I’m better than you” so he doesn’t take Spy snapping at him as seriously. Why doesn’t Spy tell Scout? It was never in question that Scout wouldn’t love having a son. Heck he won’t stop talking about his ex-wife that he still calls (and she still picks up and talks to him so clearly something is going on there) and his 7 adopted kids. Spy is just… afraid. However if Naked and the Dead happened in this AU Spy can’t pretend to be Tom Jones because Scout would be like “???????” so they’d be forced to have a more real conversation. I don’t think Scout would say he’s proud of Spy, I think he would just say he loves Spy. Because having his father be proud of him is something that matters more to Scout than it would to Spy. Also Scout knows French to impress the ladies and this is one of the few things Spy knows about his dad before joining RED so he learned French in high school. He would not have a Boston accent he would think it’s not classy. He definitely studied abroad in France.

Is this anything

[gnabnahc-143]

Venus brought me right to you | H.H

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x reader

Summary: Venus brought you right to your first love, she also brought you to your last. You didn’t know you could fall in love so fast, especially with someone everyone assumed you hated.

Genre: just fast burn fluff, pining, rivals to lovers, shy!Hyunjin but only to reader, high school AU, cliche and self indulgent

wc: 3.1k

Song suggestion: Venus - Regina song

Notes: heavily inspired by the song Venus by Regina song :) also if anyone have any requests lmk 🫡

“Y/n stop glaring at him” Wonyoung whispered, keeping her eyes on her painting. To everyone else, including your best friend, you hated Hwang Hyunjin. You were never traditionally smart, but everyone knew your talents lied in the arts. Thus when the annual yearbook superlatives came, no one was surprised when every year your name was displayed as ‘most likely to be famous’, every year until the last. It was no coincidence that this was also the year that Hyunjin had transferred into your school, overtaking your spot, breaking your 5 year streak.

Everyone assumed your jealousy, assumed your hatred, assumed your envy. No one knew however that you didn’t hate Hwang Hyunjin, the only thing you despised was how seemingly perfect he was. “I’m not glaring” you replied, because you weren’t, you were gazing, staring, admiring but all nosy eyes’ could see were sharp eyes and furrowed eyebrows. For how much your name seemed to come up with his, you’d never uttered a word to him, in fault of his shifty eyes and constant avoidance of you whenever you came near. You knew he wasn’t shy, this was your first thought when you noticed his behavior around you, evidently to everyone else he was confident as his charms overtook the schools population, his friend group being the loudest table amongst the sea of students in the cafeteria.

“Sure…you done with your painting?” Wonyoung questioned smiling, walking over to take a look at your work and abandoning hers. “Almost, something’s missing though, I just can’t pinpoint what” you replied, shifting your eyes from the boy back to your painting. The assignment was to make a painting of something eternal, your first thought was love so you painted, a single rose surrounded by a bed of pearls in a seashell, all elements used to represent Venus, the goddess of love. “Maybe you just need a break, you know come back with fresh eyes or whatever” she said, whether or not you agreed though was out of your hands as the class had ended.

School had ended and you decided to catch up on homework, but as your own house had proved to be the worst environment to study, due to the overwhelming noises made by your younger siblings, you sought shelter in the form of a small cafe nearby that you had never been to. Settling down, you put your headphones in, trying hard to focus on your English paper. The music in your ears had been turned up to full volume, so loud in fact that you failed to notice the boisterous change in atmosphere that resided in the cafe as a new group had entered.

“Dude isn’t that y/n?” Felix exclaimed with a knowing smile, glancing mischievously at the now blushing taller boy. “Y/n you say?” Minho teased. You were unknowingly a popular topic amongst the group's discussions, even with the 3 older boys who had long graduated, as the blushing boy had made you his favorite topic of conversation. “Aww jinnie~ are you blushing?” Changbin asked, the boy in question groaned, muttering a “stop”, prompting the 7 boys to laugh loudly. Pinching Hyunjins cheek, Changbin cooed, squealing and screeching loudly about how cute the taller boy looked.

No matter how loud your music had been playing, the sounds of the squeals and shrieks had penetrated your headphones, you now finally noticed the new addition to the cafe, freezing when you noticed one boy in particular. Although they tried to be subtle, judging from the glances and weird smiles, it wasn’t far to guess they were talking about you.

In curiosity you kept your headphones on but muted the music to try and eavesdrop to see if you could hear your name amongst their chatter, at first it was all muffled as your headphones proved its noise canceling nature, but nothing could stop you from hearing the blue haired boys childish teases. “Hyunjins too scared to talk to a girl~” Jisung teased, laughing at the wide eyed look of the boy.

‘He’s scared of me?’ You thought curiously, you knew you didn’t have the best reputation…well at least in terms of how people viewed your relationship with the boy, but you never knew he was scared of you. Frowning at the thought, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to calm the fears, looking back at the friend group you pretend to notice them for the first time, smiling and waving to try to emit friendliness. Your grin widened when you saw him wave back shyly before getting pushed teasingly by his friends.

He was then eagerly pushed by the dimpled one over to your table, still afraid to meet your eyes he had kept them on his hands. Taking off your headphones, you greeted him with an encouraging smile. “Hey um my friends and I were wondering if you’d like to join us? Since it seems like you’re here alone” he asked shyly. You contemplate your options, either you join them and finally talk to the boy you’ve been pining over for a year but take the risk of embarrassing yourself, or you turn down the only chance of making progress in order to save your pride. So you accepted, packing your bag to make your way over to their table.

Surprisingly, they were the most friendly group of people you had met, quickly hitting it off with them, not ever feeling out of place. The hangout had proven more of your theory that Hyunjin had never been shy, as around these boys you saw his personality flourish, feeling your emotions for the boy grow as you saw a side you’ve only seen in passing whenever he was with them. It came time for you to head home, announcing your departure and thanking the boys for the pleasant time, exchanging numbers as it seemed like you hadn’t just met them today. As you left the cafe, you saw at the corner of your eyes, the boys talking earnestly to Hyunjin pushing him out of his seat. Moments later you heard your name being called, turning to be met with the sight of a running Hyunjin.

“Hey, did I leave something?” You asked confused, he once again started his shy act rubbing his neck as he tried to formulate his words. “No I just- is it okay if I walk you home? It’s pretty late” he said finally looking into your eyes, you saw him smile shyly. ‘He’s going to be the death of me’ you thought as his eyes crinkled into moons, you nodded as words got stuck to your throat at the beautiful sight of the boy.

At first the walk was filled with awkward silence, both of you too nervous to speak up, you just thanked god that the cafe had not been too far from your house. “How’s your painting going?” You asked, making an attempt for conversation. His blushing smile had almost made your knees week, craning your head to stare at the boy. “Not so good, I know what I wanna do but it’s kind of hard to represent it all in a painting” you nodded understanding the feeling. “It’s uh love, I wanna paint something with love, I never believed in the whole obsession with first love. Honestly I prefer to be someone’s last, that way it’ll be eternal rather than a passing love you know?” He continued.

“Yeah I get it, though I’m still a sucker for first loves, the idea of something that long lasting, that will outlive even the ones who carry it, it’s beautiful” you rambled looking up at the night sky, missing his longing eyes turn to you. You also failed to notice the silence return, his eyes still trained on your face. “This is me” you spoke up as you both had arrived at the front of your house, turning to him you saw his eyes bore into yours suddenly making you nervous again. “Hyunjin?” You spoke up, the boy finally shook out of his trance chuckling quietly muttering an apology. “It’s alright um goodnight” you said, turning to your door, wanting to escape the awkward atmosphere.

“Wait uh do you maybe want to join us tomorrow? We’re going to the museum, I wanted to gain some inspiration for my painting and decided to drag the boys with me. They wouldn’t be any help though so maybe if I get another artist's eyes, I don’t know it’ll help better” he rambled, blushing at the amused look on your face. “You don’t have to of course” he continued, brushing off the sting of the potential rejection. “No! I mean yes, I’d love to come” you agreed shyly, excited to spend more time with the boy.

“Alright, yes! Good, great…um goodnight” he said, starting to walk back to the cafe, grinning widely. You yourself couldn’t help the wide giddy smile of your own, excitedly getting into the house to jump into your bed and sleep the night away, wishing time would go faster so you could spend time with him them again.

-

Standing at the front of the museum, you waited for the boys. ‘Shit I forgot I had their numbers’ you thought, rolling your eyes at your stupidity, hovering your thumbs on hyunjins contact, you decided to text Felix instead.

You were confused at the use of his emojis but decided to brush it off, sad at the missing appearance of the sweet boy you’d quickly befriended yesterday. Building up courage, you called Hyunjin, shocked when he instantly declined. At first you thought they all had ditched you, sad at the turn of events, but before tears could gather at your eyes you heard the shout of your name.

“Hey y/n sorry I didn’t answer your call, I saw you over here and was too busy running I thought I’d just speak gibberish if I answered” Hyunjin said, smiling sheepishly. “It’s alright! Umm is it just us then?” You asked shyly, reminding yourself that it wouldn’t turn into a date just because of the absence of a few people. “Yeah they all kind of ditched us, they were never really interested in this kind of thing so it isn’t surprising…is that…okay with you?” He asked nervously, you nodded excitedly starting to pull him to the entrance.

Unlike yesterday and the days before for the year you had known him, you both didn’t have a problem with conversation, awkward silence abandoned in the past now filled with a comfortable flow of discussions as you started to explore the beautiful museum.

“You seem to know a lot about these paintings, how many times have you visited?” He asked, smiling softly at you. “Only once but I went into a kind of deep dive phase after my first visit, wanting to know about everything I remembered, sometimes some information was missing from the installations so it’s nice to deep dive you know?” You said, remembering the fond memories of your first visit. There he goes again staring at you with the same look he did last night, though this time you had noticed it, his eyes filled with wonder and something alike adoration. Deciding not to bring back the awkward phase of your friendship, you brushed the look off, beckoning him to follow you.

You led him to one of your favorite places from your first visit, the ballroom. The ceilings were littered with paintings whilst a live pianist played timeless pieces, due to the secludedness of the room, the room was empty of visitors. Turning to look at Hyunjin you saw his eyes sparkle at the sight of the room gazing at the ceiling then closing his eyes to take in the music, you couldn’t help but admire him, his peaceful face making a beautiful sight.

Turning to you, he reached out a hand, as cliche as it seemed your heart seemed to flutter at the gesture. You both swayed at the music, sucked into your own world, you didn’t notice the pianist grinning at the sight of a dancing couple, or what she thought was a couple. No words were exchanged, just giggles at the moment, and shakes of each other's head as you both thought of the cliche nature of the moment.

As the piece came to an end, the boy bowed whilst giggling whilst you reciprocated with your own curtsy, laughing loudly. Smiles were almost tattooed on both of your faces as you both savored the moment. Feeling a rush of adrenaline and confidence, you kissed his cheek returning to the enveloping arms as a new piece had started and missing the wide grin and blushing cheeks of the man around you.

From that day forward, instead of the shy escapes and shifting eyes, your hallway encounters were filled with shy smiles and brushing shoulders. Lunch was filled with mutual gazes, occasional time spent sitting with the boys, all whilst confused looks were exchanged amongst other classmates. Wonyoung had finally learned the true meaning of your “glaring” now instead of commenting on your hatred for the boy, she filled your chatters with teases of your admiration.

“The assignment themed something eternal is due tomorrow guys don’t forget, I’ll give you guys time during class to add some I hope finishing touches” your teacher said, little did he know you were far from finished, still having no progress in finding out what was missing from your painting. You sighed loudly, glaring at your painting, walking over to wonyoung.

“I have decided that maybe I just have artist's block” you said, still glaring at the side of your canvas, she chuckled a knowing smile on her face. “Maybe if you stop being a coward and take reigns on your own love life, you’d be able to paint about it” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. You turn your glare from the painting to instead direct it at your best friend, rolling your eyes at her antics. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” you replied, emitting a roll from your best friend's own eyes. “Come on we both know you like him, and it’s kind of obvious he likes you too, what’s the wait for?” She ranted, done with the back and forth game you and Hyunjin had.

Sighing you knew she had a point, you didn’t know for sure that Hyunjin had feelings for you, but after truly knowing him you knew even if you had confessed, he would react nothing but sweetly so you had no excuse for your fears. Turning to him you saw his eyes already on you, smiling softly when he saw your eyes. The class continued on like this, constant teasing from Wonyoung, hidden and shared gazes, exchanging small smiles when the glances became mutual. When the class had ended you saw everyone pack up, everyone but him, his eyes still trained on his canvas.

“Artist block?” You asked leaning your arm on his sat shoulder, his smile blinded you, eyes turning into the familiar crescents you loved. “Thought I’d finish up the painting while I’m at it” he replied shrugging his shoulders, his voice sounding as nervous as ever, you turned to his canvas to see what your trip to the museum had inspired. You felt your breath caught onto your throat, heart free to beat as if someone had just let go their clenching of it, you always thought love would feel like fireworks and excitement but all you felt was freedom. Free were you to feel, free were your heart to beat, free were your tears to surface. As you saw an elderly couple in a familiar ballroom with a familiar pianist, the woman holding a bouquet of pink carnations whilst kissing the man’s cheek.

“You taught me a lot y/n, like that cliche moments can be beautiful” he chuckled “that love will live longer than the ones who carry it” he continued recounting your words “that first loves could be lasts” he finished turning to you. You smiled, tearing up at his beautiful gesture, cupping his face, you saw the longing, you saw the adoration, you saw the love, and so you took the reins kissing him softly. Feeling peace and freedom fill through you, feeling love fill through you. Pulling away you laughed “why pink carnations?” You asked, he smiled almost dreamily, enveloping your waist. “Because they symbolize devotion, eternal adoration, timelessness and most importantly first loves” he answered not once letting go of your figure.

You spent the rest of the free period in his arms as he continued his finishing touches, muttering small declarations along the way, silently confirming your relationship.

-

“Alright guys time to showcase your work” your teacher had announced, as it was now the next day. You were thankfully finished with your work, and ready to present any time you were called. Hyunjin had been called first and he got up to showcase his work, “when I think of something eternal, something that will outlive everyone and everything else on this planet, I think of emotions. One I feel is the strongest of all is love, a wise person once told me that love could outlive even the ones who carry it and that is the true meaning of eternal.” He said explaining his painting all whilst keeping his eyes trained on you whilst you couldn’t help but grin.

After a couple more people it was now your turn to present. “I also decided to focus on the emotion of love, taking the more symbolic route. At first I painted a single red rose to represent love but something always felt off, that’s when I realized it was because there should be 2, 2 red roses to represent mutual love. The pearls and seashell are used to convey symbolism of the goddess Venus, known as the deity for love and beauty. The thought of a goddess for love helps the idea of love being eternal as even from thousands of years ago, when people worshipped these gods and goddesses was there no question of a goddess of love, in fact there were multiple, that love was so…ethereal that only a deity could explain, and that love would continue to live eternally as with the deity” you finished, smiling when you heard the claps of your classmates.

“Interesting…it’s not the first time that I’ve seen carnations in one of the paintings, what do those symbolize?” Your teacher asked, you turned to Hyunjin as you recounted his words. “Devotion, eternal adoration, timelessness and most importantly first love” you said, smiling at the boy you felt all those emotions for.

You were devoted to him, you adored him and you thought you always would, your love was timeless and it was your first. You knew you never needed to feel love from anyone else because you felt his, and knowing his was enough. Turning back to your painting you smiled, you thanked Venus, all because she brought him right to you.

[roe-and-memory]

lightning and his struggle with emotions save me….

those feelings of inadequacy that suffocate his every thought, that fear that if he messes up — acts in a way that nobody wants him to — then he’ll lose everything.. and how, for a little while, all those feelings carry over to radiator springs (maybe they even stick around for the rest of his life)

i cant see lightning as much of a crier, he doesnt seem like the type to want to express those emotions, especially in front of people, and thinking about this concept in the context of radiator springs is sooo…

hes finally got those people that love him and hes so terrified that if he makes one wrong move, says one wrong word, then they’ll kick him to the curb and he’ll be alone again that he just. Stiffles. these feelings.

for a while no one really notices, but flo is the first one to realize she’s never seen him in any negative mood aside from anger like.. ever? she tries to brush it off, make an excuse in her mind for him, but the more she tries to neglect it the more obvious it becomes that he’s purposely hiding his feelings from them and she cant figure out, for the life of her, why. she mentions it to doc, asks him quietly if hes ever seen or heard lightning cry, and the silent pondering from the man is enough to tell her that he Hasnt.

she doesnt wanna be nosy, but shes so concerned because she KNOWS there has to have been something thats upset him in his time here, he just hasnt expressed it to anyone…

but imagine her shock, three months into lightnings life in the town, he comes into the cafe on the brink of tears with scraped shins, blood staining his now torn jeans, and a glimmer of fear in his eyes.

he apologizes to her, sits down in a booth — seemingly not realizing hes wiping blood everywhere — and buries his face in his crossed arms that are resting on the tabletop. its the first time flo has seen him look this scared, and it brings up those thoughts of how long he’s been hiding these emotions from everyone. she watches from behind the counter, a half dried bowl in her hand as she finally catches the slight trembling of his shoulders and her heart just Breaks.

lightning had nowhere else to go for this — docs clinic was closed and doc himself was at home, sally was at home, Everyone was at Home — so the best idea he could come up with was hiding at flos in an attempt to get away from everyone else because when the string of events that went wrong occurred, he Knew then it was that final straw that was gonna rip the carpet out from underneath him and bring him to exhausted, overstimulated tears.

i think at some point flo stops what shes doing, studies the empty cafe, and abandons her dishes to sit down at the table with him. she scooches into the booth beside him and rubs gentle circles on his back like a mom would, and, unbeknownst to her, that just makes him sob harder.

part of her is happy that hes feeling this, but oh Boy, that mom part of her is genuinely heartbroken for him. she doesnt know what happened but she can safely assume hes in pain and startled, and she knows shes willing to sit here for as long as she needs to make sure he feels safe and comfortable again, even if it means keeping these tears a secret from people like doc and sally at lightnings request.

[batterygarden]

pussy magnet denji x f!reader

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Notes: Denji an oblivious pussy magnet? Unknowingly attracting a steady stream of hoes that he doesn’t even bag half the time out of pure ignorance? It’s more likely than you think…

cw: SFW but no minors on my page pls, college setting, weed smoking, period mention and blood, kinda ooc & silly but it is fluff, about 1.7k words

Thank u greatly for ur help w this @akicore

It seems like you and you alone notice the sheer number of girls Denji Hayakawa hangs out with. The sheer number to flirt with him and touch him and silently beg him to touch them back. You’ve watched women practically drop their panties after a one minute conversation with the guy, which makes you wonder—what is his deal? Why him?

When asked about him, it’s always oh Denji’s that guy I have a class with or I saw him at a party last weekend, he’s kinda funny. A little odd. That’s all you ever hear people say. And yet, everytime you look, Denji seems to be steadily pulling. It’s like it’s some kinda taboo for girls to admit their crushes on him for some reason, so you don’t get where they stem from—yeah he’s got a pretty face, but that can’t be all.

You started making these observations at a house party last weekend, when you pushed into one of the bedrooms—you found it sparsely inhabited by stoners, passing around a few lit joints. Denji was sitting on the bed, stuffing bud into a grinder and talking to some tall guy with a ponytail. Curled around his arm while he worked was some girl you didn’t recognize with a pretty face, her eyes were closed but you noticed she occasionally giggled at things Denji said in conversation. Another girl laid with her head on his lap, scrolling through something on her phone. Everyone’s casual touching seemed normal, nothing to write home about, but you kept watching Denji the rest of the night.

Later you saw something interesting—some short-haired girl crawled up to him while he was sitting on the floor, making a home for herself right between his outstretched legs. He furrowed his brows but let her, rubbing her back a bit after she said something. When you moved closer you could see that she was crying. You tried not to be too nosy, giving space instead of listening closer like you wanted to, but you did see her again right before you went home that night.

She was hooked around Denji’s arm and whispering in his ear—you’d have to be blind not to see she was flirting with him. But then Denji gracefully maneuvered out of her grasp, flashing a cute smile and holding up a peace sign before heading out the door with the ponytail guy—the girl looked devastated. You even heard her go up to her friend, saying “I kept dropping so many hints but he never kissed me!”

Maybe you had a false perception of the guy, but you thought he was a perv. And that girl was pretty! She was pretty and clearly into him. You couldn’t believe Denji didn’t try to take her home.

You start having some breakthroughs about Denji’s appeal the next time you attend your morning class—the only class you share with Denji. He walks in right on time, the professor has already started talking, and just your luck! The only seat left open is the one next to you. He shuffles in and plops into the chair, pushing his unruly hair out of his eyes, and you get a good look at him up close. His eye bags make it look like he hasn’t slept a proper 8 hour night in years and his lips look a little chapped, but you can’t help but note that he really is quite handsome. He looks grungy in a hot way. You try not to stare at him as your professor drones on.

After about ten minutes of talking, she reminds the class that you all need to have a study guide for the final, calling attention to a pile of papers on her desk for anyone who hasn’t gotten one yet. So you start to get up, but then you feel cool air and wetness on the bottom of your dress, gasping when you look down and see that blood has soaked through your underwear and started pooling into the seat of your chair.

Denji jolts up, clearly your gasp has interrupted his process of falling asleep during lecture. He sees the bloody mess on your chair before you can hide it—thankfully, he seems to be the only one to notice. You sit back down quickly, feeling your cheeks burn up while Denji drags air through his teeth—he seems sympathetic. You try avoiding his gaze, but then a giant sweatshirt is thrown over your shoulder, and you peek to see Denji adjusting his newly-exposed, wrinkled button up.

“Wh- is this for me?” you whisper.

“Yeah. I thought you’d wanna borrow it maybe.”

He isn’t looking at you while he talks, which feels considerate, like he’s conscious that you might be embarrassed.

Your cheeks burn even hotter as you slide it on, breathing in his scent–it smells like equal parts laundry detergent and weed.

The professor makes a final call for people who haven’t gotten the study guide yet to come grab one, and you weigh the pros and cons of leaving your stained chair to get it or just trying to make do without, but then Denji is rising from his seat and grabbing it for you, giving you an awkward grin when he slides the paper over.

He doesn’t say anything or really pay you any mind for the rest of class, until people start leaving and you start taking off his sweatshirt. Then he frowns.

“Wait, you can keep it on! I was thinking you’d wanna wear it till you could get a change of clothes or something.”

“No way, are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Denji slings his bag over his shoulder, “I do want it back some time though, that hoodie’s my ol’ reliable. I’ll see y’round!”

With that, he leaves the room, which you appreciate so you can wipe off your chair in privacy. Damn. You keep replaying the whole interaction in your head–how he was so nonchalant about helping you…just his whole attitude was… cool. Fuck. You think you have a crush.

The next time you see him you return the sweatshirt (which you’ve washed) and he effortlessly segues the conversation from thanking you to talking about class to inviting you to a “small” kickback his friends are hosting next friday. Of course you accept the invitation. Even discounting his looks, Denji’s charisma alone was impossible to say no to.

When next Friday rolls around, you find yourself high as hell–holding the wall when you walk as you stumble through some stranger’s house. You find a room with a lot of voices inside, and you push open the door to find air so thick and smoky, you’re certain a sober person would get stoned just walking past. The entire space feels like one big hot box, except it’s crowded–there’s so many people crammed inside this bedroom that you’re not sure where you’d even fit. You’re about to turn and leave when you hear your name called—Denji spotted you from the desk chair he’s sitting in by the wall—he’s sharing it with some girl who’s perched on the arm rest. He motions for you to come over with a huge smile.

You have to step around people, mumbling sorry’s and excuse me’s while your already cloudy brain tries to compose itself in all this haze.

“It’s packed in here, Denji, I feel like there’s no room for me,” you say once you reach him.

“What’re you talking about, there’s room right here.” He pats his leg.

You bite the inside of your cheek and look down at his legs–he’s got on some black sweatpants and patterned socks with little hearts on them, they look like they were borrowed from a girl. He rubs his thighs like he’s warming them up for you, pursing his lips while he waits for you to sit.

“Won’t bite, I swear.”

So you turn and sit on his knees while he’s giggling at how careful you are, quickly wrapping his arms around you and scooting you back further into him.

The pink-haired girl on the arm rest blows smoke into his face, looking at you.

“He’s lying about biting you–it’ll happen when you least expect it.”

You can’t see him stick out his tongue at her in response, but you watch as he reaches up to flick her forehead. You feel him shake with laughter at her annoyed reaction.

Then he’s reaching around your waist and hooking his head over your shoulder while he grabs a rolling tray, the same one you saw him using at the last party.

“Don’t listen to her, look, I’ll even share my weed.”

You wake up the next morning under the heavy weight of Denji’s arm; he’s spooning you. You turn your head to see that some other pretty girl is also spooning him. Somehow you're not jealous, just happy to be in his arms and happy he’s nice and cozy between you both.

God you have a crush on him, but you’re starting to realize you’d even take just being friends! You want to be around him more no matter what, you think, just to soak up his energy. You’re no better than every other girl in his orbit.

Once you shift a little, Denji and the girl spooning him wake up, and they both smile at you. Their smiles feel warm. Then he has to get up because one of the women hosting the party offered to give him a ride back to his apartment, and she says she’s ready to go. But he’s dragging you up with him, offering you a ride, too, on her behalf.

“C’mon you live by me right? This’ll save you from spending your entire life savings on an uber out here.”

Then he’s swinging your hands between you while this woman leads you to her car. Denji has this air about him that tricks you into thinking you’ve known him your whole life—it’s crazy comforting, so you grip his hand tighter when you slide into the backseat, ensuring he doesn’t let go for the ride. You even feel comfortable enough to ask him if you can just be dropped off at his place–only because it’d be easier for the driver of course! Denji’s eyebrows shoot up, he seems like he’s having a lightbulb moment, and his thumb starts rubbing softly over the back of your hand while he responds—his cheeks flooding with color. “Yeah! Totally, you should just come over, that sounds like a good plan.”

this is truly my dream and hc for him when he’s in college I want this man to have endless hoes idc.. I may make a smutty p2 some day we shall see! Thanks for reading 💘

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MESSENGER; HRJ [PT 12: SWITCH UP]

➥PART 12 OF MESSENGER; a smau about a stranger, a whole lot of animal pics, and a relationship you would never have expected to come from texting a random number written on a public bathroom mirror.

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FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG TIME, YOU’RE VERY THANKFUL THAT DONGHYUCK EXISTS.

When you’d texted him about your predicament in the library, you’d expected about a hundred more messages of him dicking you around before you got your answer. More roundabout replies and suggestive emojis, a million questions on who, what, where and when, regarding your sudden interest in his friend. Yet miraculously, even after figuring out your intentions were not quite as innocent as a simple thank you gift, Donghyuck had actually been... helpful.

He even gave you the hint about the croissant— of which was currently tucked safely in the outermost pouch of your bookbag; two, of course, so it would appear to Renjun like you just so conveniently had an extra for him as well— which he didn’t really need to do after the heads up about the earl gray. A tea and a pastry, and you’ve got him locked down. It was a surprisingly straightforward conversation. 

Until he’d asked the question that had you double-guessing your motives.

Can’t allow one person to be a little distant with you, huh? So nosy.

As incorrect a guess as it was, it stuck out. He thought your interest in Renjun was just refusal to accept that the guy just might not like you? 

If it was as simple as Renjun just not liking you, you wouldn’t have even hesitated in your stride past the library. Not wanting to be your friend wasn’t illegal; if that was the case then you would’ve just left him alone, because you weren’t in the business of sticking around where you weren’t wanted— and at least then it would be a clear answer. 

The problem was that his weirdness around you didn’t feel very clear at all.

Your curiosity started because of the way he’d reacted when he first saw you. That nervous, almost uneasy look on his face, like he was waiting for someone to notice something. You aren’t the reigning authority on how strangers are supposed to act when they meet someone for the first time, but you’re aware that there’s some sort of script; a hello, how are you, my name is. Renjun had stared at you like you were about to pull a knife on him. Even Doyeon thought something was weird. Were you wrong to be curious?

It popped up again when he’d come over to help you study after practice even after you told him he didn’t need to, and it grew even further when— despite your genuine best effort to make him more comfortable by being as normal and subdued as possible— he could still barely look you in the eye for the first half an hour he was there. In a last ditch experiment you tried being yourself just to see if anything would change, and then it happened. You made him laugh. A snort, a shake of his head, all because of something stupid you’d said; but he’d laughed, mumbled, “Seems like something you’d do,” and in that moment you swore something clicked.

He realized why you were staring at him a second later and his smile melted back into that awkward, hesitant grimace, like he’d just let the mask slip too far— but it was too late. It was the inkling of proof you needed. Proof that somewhere in that head of his you weren’t the problem; something else entirely was making him act so odd. Proof that he had a secret.

Donghyuck was right about one thing in his assessment. You are nosy. And if it was the reason for Renjun’s weird attitude with you, you were going to figure that secret out no matter what. 

White hoodie. Silver glasses. Pale blue jeans, a little oversized by the looks of how they pool a little around his ankles; beige converse, one of them untied. Dark eyes diligently scanning the textbook propped up on the table… or they were, before you appeared in the corner of his vision and he looked up.

“I passed my pop quiz,” you said without preamble. A very, very long beat of silence passed before he opened his mouth to reply… except still, no sound came out. However clumsy it felt, you held your ground as he stared at you— you’d prepared yourself for the sheer levels of awkwardness this conversation may reach in the Starbucks line.

(Considering, though, that you were half expecting him to stand up and run away screaming once he realized who you were, even the clear hesitation on his face seemed like leaping progress.)

“Oh,” he finally said, jolting as if shocked, “Did you?”

“Yeah.”

You stared at him. He stared back. When he eventually realized that you were waiting for him to say something else, not just hovering at his table for the pure thrill of taking up space, he stiffened a little bit and hastily closed his textbook. 

“By— By a lot?” 

You nodded. “Definitely. I got a B plus, which is a lot if you’re considering that the last grade I got on a stat pop quiz was… not that. So I brought you a thank you gift. As a thank you.”

You thrusted one of the paper cups forward, careful not to jostle it too hard, and his eyes followed it only briefly before flitting back up to your face. 

“A gift?”

“Yeah. Hyuck told me you like croissants so I got you one of those too, even though bread with tea is kind of—” You shift your bag on your shoulder, letting yourself ramble a little. “I mean I tried it once because a friend told me to but sweets are still my vice. Do you want it? I’ll only judge you a tiny bit.”

Renjun’s eyebrows raised. “Hyuck said?”

“Huh?” 

“You asked him what I like? Donghyuck?”

“I—” 

And then you wince. Shit. First snafu. Yes, you did, but that wasn’t something you were really planning on letting him know. The convenience of him having the same drink as you made it easy to play it cool, to pretend like you’d just decided to get an extra (like you didn’t just harass his friend into telling you things about him without asking, like a creep), but Renjun was staring at you funny now so you swallowed down the vague embarrassment and held your head high. 

“Yeah, well it’s not much of a gift if I get you something you don’t like, right?”

“...Right,” he replied politely.

“Right. So, um. Anyway. It comes with a caveat.”

“The croissant?”

“Yes.”

“The gift comes with a caveat?” 

“The tea is the gift,” you correct, “Just the tea. The croissant, however, comes with strings. You have to— You have to help me study again.”

In your head, when you stood in the cafe line and pored over every detail of how this might go, this was the point where everything stood the greatest chance of falling apart. This could be where he finally understands that you have ulterior motives and jumps up to leave, quoting previous obligations to get away from you faster, or where he suddenly remembers who he’s talking to and gets all apprehensive again. You held your breath as Renjun just stared, eyes flickering around your face like he was contemplating a hundred things at once. When the silence stretches on a beat too long and you add a belated, “Please?” Renjun appears to reboot.

“Well,” he said. “Okay.”

You frowned in suspicion. Without protest like last time? “Okay?”

“Yeah. I’ve been studying here for hours, so a croissant sounds pretty good right now. A break from this Econ textbook probably wouldn’t be a bad idea either. Are you going to sit down?”

“Sit—?” 

Pause. You caught yourself before you could parrot him again like some sort of busted answering machine. Sit down? 

Holy shit. What? Like right now?

You never thought of what you’d do if he immediately said yes; because why the hell would you, when the last time you’d seen him he acted like you were going to jump out at him like a Halloween lawn toy? Your perfect theoretical outcome had been for the bribery to simply get you in his good graces, enough for him to sheepishly tell you he’d have to ‘check his schedule’ or something instead of rejecting the idea outright, with the eventual goal of Renjun getting back to you with a favorable answer later. Like a few days from now, later. 

But… now?

It’s already 5:15, which means you have to be in the gymnasium for practice in a little under an hour. That was hardly enough time to really get into any actual work, not to mention how woefully unprepared you were for studying considering that your class had only started a new lesson in Statistics today— it wasn’t to the point that you actually needed any help yet. 

And yet as you took in his expression, you hesitated to say as much. He looked… amused, by your visible disbelief. Somewhat pleased. The last time you’d spoken to him alone like this he looked like he was being held at gunpoint, so the vague waves of indifference he’s floating at you is a noticeable improvement.

What if he’s all… closed off again, if you reschedule? What if whatever’s making him so generous right now wears off, and next time he’s just as uneasy as before?

You couldn’t risk it. Without another second of deliberation you flung yourself down into the squishy library chair across from him, barely managing to slip your bag off in time to not crush it, and the precious croissants, between your spine and the backrest. You pucker your lips and throw a guilty look at the clock. 45 minutes until practice. Just 45 minutes. You'll leave here early enough to be on time.

“You’re really okay with it?” you asked suspiciously, looking back at him. “You’re not just doing this because Donghyuck is like, threatening you or something? I’ll can get him back for you if he is. I know the code to his front door.”

Renjun smiled, and the sight of it drained any violence you had brewing for your mutual friend. You’ve never seen him do that before.

“I'm doing this because you asked, not because I was threatened. Which I wasn't. Hyuck has the intimidation factor of an angry puppy.”

You were still focused on his expression. Wow. He should smile more often. If you thought he was cute when he was scared half to death on the volleyball court, then the look on his face right now was downright adorable—

“Ready?” he said suddenly, and you realized with a start that you’ve been staring at him without saying anything for the last fifteen seconds. 

“For?” you said stupidly.

“To tell me what you want to go over in Stat. Or are we going to start with a staring contest? Is this how I win my croissant?”

“Your—” Oh shit, yeah, “Oh, right! Right, here, sorry. One croissant, coming up!”

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a compelling offer, pt. 3

aemond targaryen x velaryon (strong) oc

summary: aemond and daenys discuss the wedding

note: not my favorite chapter but it was necessary- more exciting stuff to come

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"Why are you doing this?" Daenys asked as soon as they were out of earshot of the nosy courtiers.

"Simple, I am unwed, you are unwed, and my mother seeks to consolidate our houses. By wedding you, I will do just that." He said, as though explaining a mathematical equation.

Daenys grimaced at the clinical way he described it. "What poetic words you offer me," she said flatly.

"I am not in love with you, Lady Daenys," he said, almost humorous. "But nor do I despise you. I do remember that you were absent that night on Driftmark."

Daenys recalled the horrid night in question. When travelling to Driftmark for the funeral, she had become violently ill - so much so that the Archmaester had to be summoned to treat her. By happenstance, he has been able to stitch Aemond's wound after the confrontation with her brothers and cousins. "I was desperately ill," she reasoned, "I had the spring fever. I couldn't have left my bed if my life depended on it."

"Even still, you were as innocent as you could have been with your family." He added. Daenys chose not to read into that statement.

"So, you will wed me out of duty?" She asked with resignation. "And I imagine you will bed me only enough so that I get with child, and then you will find comfort with other women thereafter."

Aemond stopped walking and looked critically at her. "I may not love you, but that doesn't mean I will dishonor you. I am not my brother, Daenys. I will cleave only unto you, and what children we have will come from that."

"Oh," Daenys breathed, a little surprised.

"I will stand before the High Septon and swear to forsake all others, neice. I am not an oath breaker, and I hope neither will you be." He stated.

Daenys found his look piercing, and glanced away. "It's not as though other men are dying for my hand, my prince."

Aemond hummed. "Shall we continue?"

Daenys nodded, allowing him to lead.

"Having considered it, I would like to ask your forgiveness for my statements last night at dinner. They were uncouth to say," He said as they walked, "And dishonorable upon my house and yours."

She looked up at him, studying. "Your apology is appreciated, my prince. I would extend my own apology on behalf of my brother, Jacaerys."

He waved her off. "Nonsense, he was defending your honor as a brother should. Lady Daenys," he paused, and then continued, "I am earnest in my offer of marriage. I believe we wound be well suited to each other, and the matter of convenience for our families is a benefit, but not the sole reason for my proposal."

Daenys furrowed her brow. "Forgive me, my prince, but until a few days ago, I had not seen you in years. What makes you think that I am so suited, if you hardly know who I have grown to become?"

He considered this. "You have great pride and security in your person, I could tell that in the way you responded to my insult. You didn't back down from the perceived challenge. And you weren't content to let your brother fight your battles for you, I saw that in how you pulled him off of me. You are a dragonrider, and I hear, a learned scholar. I think that with these traits, you will find a mirror in me. I seek a wife of substance, one whose counsel I can rely upon. I see this in you."

"That is flattering indeed, but," she asked, "What do I stand to gain from this union?"

Aemond looked down at her and gave a half smile. "I would hope, security, companionship, and a husband who will allow you full freedom to pursue your interests."

Daenys tried not to be lulled into a false sense of security by his words. Over the years, she had come to be wary of her uncle Aemond... but in the times she imagined a villainous, sadistic man with one eye, she had not imagined this.

"It is likely that my mother will hasten to arrange our marriage, and so you will be returning to King's Landing rather shortly. Moreover," he paused, stopping to face her. "There is the matter of what sigil you will wear on your cloak."

Daenys bristled, and took in a sharp breath. "My prince, whatever reservations you possess on my parentage, I learned High Valyrian at my mother's knee and sailed the far recesses of the Narrow Sea upon my grandsire's ship. When first I took to the skies on dragonback, it was on my father's lap. I have been a Velaryon from the moment of my birth, and I will go to the Sept one."

Aemond, somewhat bemused, cocked an eyebrow. "I only meant to ask if you would wear the seahorse of Laenor Velaryon, or the dragon of your mother, since her rank did supercede his."

"Oh." Daenys breathed. "My apologies, then." Embarrassment ebbed into her features, and she pointedly looked away.

"You seem to have answered my question aptly, however." He shifted his weight as he added, "And my lady,"

"Hm?" Daenys acknowledged.

"We have discussed that, despite my poor manners last night, my quarrel with your brothers is not my quarrel with you. While I may disagree with your view of the matter, I was taught that a husband should not dishonor his wife, in deed or in word."

Daenys looked at him, digesting his statement. "By this, you mean to say...?"

Aemond clarified, "I will make no objection to the circumstances of your birth, nor tolerate it to be spoken in my company. To do so would be to dishonor you."

"And what of my brothers?" She asked. It would be hypocritical to state her legitimacy and not Jacaerys - after all, they had shared a womb.

"I will not indulge in gossip about my nephews." he said, albeit looking uncomfortable as he did. Daenys studied him, scrutinizing the words for a double meaning. Finding none, she nodded. "Alright."

Continuing on the garden path, she said, "I will bring Asserion, my dragon,"

"Of course," he agreed.

"And I will bring with me as well my tutors. My mother employs septas for my education, as well as a scholar of Old Valyria. I should like to continue my studies after our marriage." She added.

"The crown has access to some of the most learned men in the whole of the seven kingdoms, certainly you could find tutors here?" He asked.

Daenys smiled sweetly, determined to have her way - and her link to her family back in Dragonstone - upheld. "I have grown so accustomed to their presence. If I am to move my life to the Red Keep and away from my brothers and mother, certainly you would allow me this small concession."

He looked critically at her a moment and then sighed. "Of course, you may keep them."

Daenys batted her eyelashes. "Thank you, my prince. You are most considerate."

Truth be told, her tutors were not irreplaceable - but their loyalty to her mother's cause was unshakable, and their reports back to her mother would not be questioned - and allowed Daenys a crucial line of communication to her family, and to her mother's council. She would serve her mother well in this setting, she decided.

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Y/N could be considered an odd omega, choosing her own path. Harry found a bakery with the most delicious scent and he’s tried every treat in the bakery case to find out what it is- or who it is.’

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Y/N loves her small town and has no desire to leave. Especially not after getting her dream job as the Styles family ranch, helping assisting with the award winning horses and breeding program. The mountain and valley view are a perk of the job- but the best view is the sweaty cowboy she gets a front row seat to.

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Parchment

Hiding a pop star in her stationary shop in NYC certainly wasn’t on Y/N’s bingo card- especially since she didn’t know who he was. It’s a good thing he returned to thank her for her troubles.

Or, Pop Star H x Stationary Shop Owner Y/N

Diffident

Harry is shy and Y/N is not. Navigating the intricacies of college dating, nosy roommates, broken glasses, video games, callbacks and a different type of studying.

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Harry is on the reserved end, and isn’t too happy when his quaint little bookshop is neighbored by an erotic accessory shop.

Or, bookshop H x sex shop Y/N and their activities exploring the wilder side of sex

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Y/N has been hearing strange noises, feeling odd cold spots and…. Talking to the ghost that roams her house.

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Nosiness Isn’t a Virtue

A.N:  One-shot with the same artistReader as in the series Once upon a Time which can be found on my Genshin Impact MasterList.  

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“Huh, you’ve been going out in the evenings a lot here lately.” Kaveh remarked as he came out of his study, holding his mug, in time to see Alhaitham open the front door. 

“Seeing as I own this house, I can leave whenever I feel like and not report to you. Meanwhile, you, on the other hand, don’t ever have to report to me if you move out.” 

Kaveh just glowered at him, “I make one passing short remark, and you blow it up as usual.” 

“Then mind your business.” 

“I was until you got sassy with me! Now where have you been going these past couple of evenings?” Kaveh laughed suddenly, “Not like you’re going on a date, and you don’t do overtime. So what, Pupsa Cafe having an event I don’t know about?” 

Alhaitham just stared at Kaveh over his shoulder for a long moment. 

“What?” 

“If you must know, yes, you had it right the first time. I’m going on a date, with my girlfriend.” With that, he stepped out the door and shut it. 

Kaveh scoffed as he heard Alhaitham lock the door, “A date! Please. What self-respecting woman would date him? You don’t have to come up with such a common lie!” 

Kaveh went to step towards the kitchen before he paused. Wait, this is Alhaitham we were talking about here. He had no need to create a lie just to appease the masses. Equally, he could have just left it at ‘None of your business.’ Even more than that, he didn’t have to say anything, and just walked out. 

Kaveh’s eyes bugged as he slammed the mug he was holding onto a random surface and ran for the door.  He locked the door behind him before quickly looking around for Alhaitham. 

The only logical explanation for all of this was that the feeble scholar was in fact telling the truth!! 

He did have a date, with a young lady. The only reason he would mention it, would be that he expected Kaveh to treat it like a joke. 

“Has to be joke! Has to be!” Kaveh murmured, refusing to believe there was any truth to his words until he verified it with his own eyes, “There was just no way!” 

He was about three seconds to giving up as he twisted this way and that, when he finally spotted that that familiar green. He ducked out of sight and peered closely, rolling his eyes. 

Alhaitham was sitting on the bench by a tavern, reading. 

“So typical. He needs a life.” Kaveh muttered. 

Five minutes passed and Kaveh growled, “He really was lying! He is just reading!” 

The architect was ready to give up and leave when suddenly: 

“Hey, Alhaitham! Sorry I’m late!” 

Kaveh got whip lashed when he saw a young woman wave to Alhaitham as she approached him. Alhaitham stood, shutting the book and putting it away. 

Who was that young woman? Kaveh watched amazed as you smiled up at Alhaitham, who returned it ever so slightly. Wait, he needed to get closer! This had to be a carefully crafted prank! He tried his best to get closer without being seen. 

“Sorry about that! Meeting with my client ran overtime.” 

“Not a big deal. Not like it happens all the time. Did you want to go in to eat now or…?” 

“I’m not quite hungry. How about we walk around a little first?” 

“Agreed.” 

Kaveh’s mouth parted as he darted out of view. A shop owner gave him a weird look. Wait, Alhathiam was being considerate? Had the whole world gone mad? 

“How was your day, Acting Grand Master?” you teased. 

Alhaitham sighed, “I will be glad when they finally assigned a new Grand Master. I have to monitor the Inter-Darshan Championship next month. It’s mandatory, they said, as Acting Grand Master. Great, more work I do not need.” 

You giggled, “Well, when you are assigned back to Scribe, let me know and I’ll throw you a party.” 

“Please don’t.” 

“Come on, you know me. You know that just means I’ll cook a meal for us, and we’ll spend a quiet evening together, just the two of us.” 

Kaveh choked on air. Alhaitham actually had a young lady willing to cook for him? Just how long had he been hiding you? And how did Kaveh miss it all this time? 

Kaveh vibration of anger stalled when he saw Alhaitham give you a small smile.  

“That sounds agreeable.” the scholar replied. 

Kaveh choked on air and coughed as his eyes bugged, “It’s official, the world is ending…..” 

“Kaveh, what are you doing?” 

Kaveh jumped a foot in the air and whirled around to see Cyno looking at him reproachfully. Just then you looked up to see Cyno and waved. Alhaitham turned to see who you were waving too and rolled his eyes at who he found. You frowned at him. Did he know that blonde haired man? Or was he rolling his eyes at Cyno? 

You trailed down towards Cyno, “Hey, Cyno, you aren’t on the clock, are you?” 

Cyno folded his arms, “I just got off, on my way home, and found this miscreant disrupting public order.” 

Alhaitham folded his arms, “Book him, then.”  

You frowned up at Alhaitham in confusion. He wasn’t generally this hostile towards people. 

“Stop acting like you two don’t know me!” Kaveh pouted, “Anyway…” He smiled at you, “My name is Kaveh. And you are?” 

“I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you. Are you all friends?”

“No!” both Cyno and Alhaitham stated. 

“Yes!” Kaveh said at the same time. 

You blinked. Did you accidentally get into a situation? 

Alhaitham sighed, “Y/N, Kaveh isn’t really worth noting, but he’s my roommate.” 

Kaveh looked shocked that Alhaitham admitted it to a newbie so suddenly. But then again, this was the man who brought home the Traveler one day randomly. He hissed at him, “That is supposed to be a secret.” He looked around furtively hoping no one heard that. 

Your eyes lit with recognition, “Ahh, so you're that infamous roommate.” 

Kaveh felt a bead of sweat go down his back. Exactly what has Alhaitham been telling you? He needed to turn his impression of him around, and fast. 

Cyno’s eyes narrowed, “That doesn’t explain why you were stalking them.” 

“I wasn’t…stalking!” 

“You were following us because you were nosy, I take it.” Alhaitham interjected. 

“I wasn’t…I was….wait, you could tell?” 

“So you admit it!” Cyno asked. 

“No!” Kaveh cried before looking at Alhaitham, “How did you know?” 

“There is nothing about you that is subtle.” 

Kaveh glanced nervously towards you, who had a small smirk on your face. Why was this rather amusing, and you had just met him? You glance at Alhaitham to see he looked annoyed, but then again he looked that way 99% of the time. 

“I believe I can explain this.” Alhaitham turned to Cyno, “See, I told him, I had a date with my girlfriend, and he didn’t believe me.” 

Cyno’s eyes took on a look of understanding, “I see.”

“Wait, why aren’t you surprised? This is Alhaitham, we are talking bout here.”

But Kaveh got distracted by your head snapping up toward Alhaitham with wide eyes. Why did you seem so shocked? Wait, did you even know about this development?  

“G-g-girlfriend?” you stuttered. 

Alhaitham looked down at you, “Yes, girlfriend. I didn’t stutter.” 

Kaveh watched in awe as you slowly ducked your head, a smile spreading on your face. 

Alhaitham cocked his head, “Is that alright?”

You nodded, twittering on your feet, “Yes, it’s fine.” 

Cyno spoke, “Kaveh, this isn’t news. I already knew they were dating.” 

Kaveh gaped at Cyno before looking at you and Alhaitham, “How?” 

“Y/N knows Tighnari and Collei. They told me she was dating Alhaitham.” 

“So I’m the last one to find out?!” 

Alhaitham snorted, “I wasn’t aware that I had to keep you updated on my love life!”

“You are incapable of having a love life!” snapped Kaveh. 

You bristled at that, raising your head to glare at the architect, “Why?” 

Kaveh realize what he implied and backtracked, “I’m sure you are a lovely lady, Y/N. But this is Alhaitham, he’s not exactly sociable. He’s snappish and keeps to himself.” 

“He likes to mind his own business and have a meaningful use of his time. So do I. Point?” You returned. 

You returned it so quickly, Kaveh was at a lost for words. He looked at Cyno. 

“I’m not in this conversation. Since it seems you aren’t currently disrupting the public order, I’ll let it slid and be on my way. Don’t cause any more trouble, Kaveh.” Cyno stated before exchanging goodbyes with you and walking off. 

There was an awkward pause, where Kaveh turned back towards you and Alhaitham all the while sneaking peaks at you.  

Finally you raised an eyebrow, “Do we have a problem, or something? 

“No! No! Definitely not! It’s just…interesting.” Kaveh stated, “Let me get this straight: You actually like this lug?” 

You glanced up at Alhaitham before dipping your head, “Yes, I do.” 

Kaveh looked between the two of you as if he could not believe it. Alhaitham had an impeccable mask as he just stared drolly at Kaveh, “This foolishness has made me hungry. How about you Y/N?”

You nodded. You didn’t get very far on your walk but with all the commotion, you found yourself to be hungry now. 

Alhathaim gave a strong nod before glaring at Kaveh, “Then we will be on our way.” 

Kaveh glared, “I want to get to know this saint of a woman.” 

You busted out laughing, “Saint of a woman? How’d you figure that?”  

“Saint of a woman. Any woman who willingly puts up with whatever this is….” He gestured to Alhaitham, “...has to be a truly incredible woman and I want to get to know her.” 

Alhaitham snorted, “Well, it won’t be tonight and beside we are going to a restaurant. Where they pay with mora. Mora you don’t have.” 

Kaveh glared harshly at Alhaitham and would have said something if not for your laugh, “Yes, we really must be going so perhaps another time we can chat.” 

Kaveh gave a stunning smile, “I shall hold you to that, my lady!” 

“Please don’t.” sighed Alhaitham, “I don’t want to suffer him any more than I already do.” 

“You don’t have to be there.” 

“Like I’d leave you alone with her.” 

“Why? Afraid, she’ll wake up and find there is better out there.” 

“No problem with that. Better has mora, you don’t.” 

“Must you bring that up time and time again?” 

“You keep living in my house. You have a debt to me now, a mile long now. Yes, I’m keeping track of it. You literally have no mora and if you do, I ask, why are you still at my house? 

“Pipe down! I don’t want anyone else to know and I’m working on it!” 

“When?” 

“I was working when you left!” 

“Then why are you here? You got distracted didn’t you? Curiosity became so great that you let it override the time you need to try to collect some mora. Nosiness is not a virtue, you know.” 

By now you were laughing so hard you had to lean into Alhaitham to try not to make a fool of yourself. You buried your face in his arm as you stifled your laughter. This distracted Kaveh as he watched in awe once more. He was really anxious to figure out where your head was at. 

You finally lifted your face and looked at between two of them, mirth still lurking, “Is it always like this?” 

“Every single day.” Alhaitham sighed. 

“I try, just so you know.” Kaveh told you, “I try to be the bigger person but no, he doesn’t let you!” 

You gave a lopsided grin, “To be fair, this could have been avoided if you hadn’t followed us. Sounds kind of nosy if you ask me.” 

Kaveh’s mouth dropped and Alhaitham smirked at this.  Were you more like this feeble scholar than he thought? Was that why you liked him? 

“Close your mouth and go back, Kaveh. Stop disrupting public order. I’m not wasting anymore of our date time on you!” Alhaitham stated before tapping you on the arm. 

“I’ll see you around, Kaveh!” You stated as you walked ahead and around Kaveh. 

Kaveh finally breathed, “I swore the world just shifted and bounce. I felt it!” 

With a shake of his head he walked back to Alhaitham’s house. When he turned on the doorknob he ‘ahhed’, and reach for his key….

…that he didn’t have. 

Kaveh resisted the urge to scream, “Wait!! Alhaitham took both keys again and I locked the door!!” 

Meanwhile, after your dinner, Alhaitham pulled out his pouch of mora to pay when a key fell out. You picked it up and after he was doing situating the bill, you handed it to him. 

Looking at it he grimace, “I suppose I took both key sets again.” 

“Both?” 

Alhaitham pulled out his own key set, making you laugh, “Even your subconscious wants him out of the house.” 

[little-diable]

Alter Ego - Tommy Shelby (smut)

Inspired by @runnning-outof-time - thank you for this idea, I hope this is what you had in mind! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Inspired by Kaleo's song "Alter Ego", the reader tried to sidetrack Tommy to get her hands on information, she's clearly playing a losing game

Warnings: 18+, oral (f receives), degrading, dom!Tommy

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (1.4k words)

I've got leverage, but babe, when you touch me there, I feel I'm 'bout to break

“It’s impressive, you almost had me fooled.” Tommy’s voice broke through the quiet night, eyes set on her frame, pouring the last drops of alcohol down his throat. Moments ago the roles had been reversed, with (y/n) seated on his lap, with her fingers slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt, speaking with her sultry voice. He had given into her game, just for a moment, allowing her to take the lead, till she had started talking business, too nosy for her own good. 

“I’m working for you, Tommy. Don’t you think I should be involved in those things?” Her voice was no longer sultry, no longer dripping with a sweetness reminding one of the sweet goods they’d only be able to buy in countries far from home, no, she was annoyed, angry even. “It’s because I’m a woman, eh? Fucking knew it, you’re just as awful as the others.”

“Sit back down!” The command clawed through Tommy like a bullet leaving his revolver, stopping her from leaving the empty Garrison. A cigarette hung between his lips, blowing smoke out into the night as if the devil himself had been consulted. But Tommy Shelby wasn’t the devil, no, he was the one you’d call to kill the devil. A ruthless man that didn’t know any mercy, at least not when it came to people that weren’t her. 

“What is this? Some kind of punishment? You’re a sick man.” She spat her words, clearly frustrated by the way he had pushed her away, all too gently and yet with a silent warning to back down before he’d tear her to shreds. Her veins kept pumping hot blood, rushing through her system as if she was being chased by her want, her need for the man. A man she had slept with numerous times before and yet still wasn’t able to call him hers.

“You tell me, you started this, didn’t you? You know I can’t tell you a thing, I can’t risk you getting hurt because you think you can miraculously save this by yourself.” A humouerless laugh bled from her lips, eyes fluttering shut to keep herself grounded. Tommy was teasing her, playing a game with the woman that clearly dripped with want, urged on by her alter ego, the devil on her shoulder begging her to try and pull him in once again. 

You feel it rush to your head, this is the time to attack, there's nothin' holdin' you back

“I’ll see myself out, this is a waste of my time.” She rose from the chair, and walked past him – at least that’s what (y/n) tried to do, haltered in her step by the cold hand clasping down on her wrist, pulling her into his lap once again. Their eyes met, allowing her to study the handsome man she tried to curse but clearly failed to. 

“Your life's on the line the second you get involved. This is a price I’m not willing to pay.” She pressed a kiss to his lips, tasting the alcohol Tommy had drowned his sorrows in and the cigarettes Tommy had smoked as if these were the only things keeping him alive. His hand cupped her cheek, pushing her back against the table, keeping her trapped while his lips moved down her throat, leaving marks. “You’re mine, and I don’t share what’s mine, not with other men nor women, not with other criminals roaming my streets, do you understand?” 

A scoff left her, eyes threatening to roll back into the back of her head as another wave of annoyance flushed through her. She was anything but a price for him to own, to show off, and yet her brain couldn’t help but focus on the way Tommy had called her his. (Y/n) was in deep, she was playing a losing game, a game she had once known by heart, but no longer could endure. 

“You’ll stop being nosy, and you’ll let me handle this.” His free hand found her thigh, moving up her leg to reach the spot where she needed him the most, fingers ghosting over the fabric of her damp panties. “I need to hear you saying it.”

“Fuck you.” (Y/n) spat, eyes pressed shut as a groan rumbled through her, forcing herself to sort through her thoughts, weighing her options. The need for the man with piercing eyes wouldn’t subside, it would eat her from inside out, feasting from her rotting corpse like time watching every step of her eventually ending life. Tommy Shelby was a thunderstorm breaking the night, letting rain pour from the dark sky – rain the soil needed to survive, a primal instinct even (y/n) couldn’t fight against, no more. “Alright, I will keep my hands out of it. Fuck, just touch me, please.” 

“Look at that, she can ask nicely for once.” Before another snarky reply could rumble through her, Tommy picked her up, placing her down on the table. Their eyes met as his cold fingers pushed her panties aside, mouth latching onto her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her moans filled the empty place, carrying more meaning than any pacts that have been made in this godforsaken pub. 

Tommy’s gaze visibly darkened as a string of curses rolled off her tongue, clearly enjoying the quick brushes of his tongue, the movements of his thumb, how he fucked her with skilled fingers. The devil had her trapped as if she had been sacrificed to him, presented on a silver platter, hoping to satisfy the being’s wants. She was everything Tommy Shelby needed, and yet something kept holding him back from passing that last threshold leading to a life lived with (y/n) by his side, a dark premonition he had no choice but cling to. 

So lately, I'm not the same, I might just be the one, baby, don't hurt yourself, said I might just be, I might just be the one

“You’d do everything I ask you to, wouldn’t you? You’d sell your soul for me like the pathetic, desperate woman you are.” She barely paid attention to the degrading words Tommy spoke, too far gone with heat rising in her lower stomach. It wouldn’t take much longer for her to give into the feelings thumping through her veins, the orgasm she had been hungry for ever since stepping foot into the Garrison hours ago. “Tell me, tell me how much you need me.” 

“Would do anything for you, fuck, you know that, Tommy.” Once again he sucked on her clit, pushing her further into the fog of pleasure she was trapped in. Her moans grew higher, louder, any moment now she’d start to tremble, struggling to keep breathing through the all too familiar sensation. 

She felt him smirk against her core, clearly pleased by the desperate words she spoke. Tommy picked up the speed of his fingers, expectedly curling them against her swollen spot, making her see stars. Her vision began to blur, body pushed into the soaring waves of her orgasm as his name rolled off her tongue. Tommy kept fucking her through the high, not daring to let go as she clung to the intense feeling. 

“There’s no life you can lead without me by your side, Tommy Shelby. You need me,” a heavy breath left (y/n), voice trembling and yet she didn’t stop murmuring her words. “And I need you, every part of me, every alter ego I’ve created in my head needs you to survive. And eventually you’ll start to realise that I’m the only trustworthy companion in this ruthless scheme of yours.” 

All Tommy could do was watch her part from him, struggling to balance herself with quivering thighs, making her way out of the Garrison with a sombre feeling simmering deep inside of her. 

You got the wind in your back, now go ahead, lately, I'm not the same, I might just be the one