#and then jake wanted us to play another game before his break was over

[itsjaywalkers]

showing u all how ridiculously bad i am at bowling even tho i work at a bowling alley with these scoreboards of the 3 games i played today after they let me finish my shift early (the first one was against the chefs) (the second one was against one of my managers) (the last one was with one of the chefs aka my best friend at work)

also . name reveal ig???

[biaswrecker-dia]

OFF LIMITS

This is a Roommate!Jake/Reader oneshot

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The apartment was perfect in theory: two bedrooms, a cozy shared living space, and just enough sunlight to make it feel inviting. The catch? Your new roommate, Jake Sim.

Jake wasn’t a stranger. You’d met through mutual friends a few times, and he was charming in the easy, confident way that made everyone like him. But moving in with him was another story entirely. He was the kind of guy who could drive you up the wall one moment and make you laugh until your sides hurt the next.

From day one, the dynamic between you was easygoing but charged. He was the kind of roommate who made himself at home instantly—his stuff scattered across the coffee table, his sneakers left by the door. You quickly learned that Jake loved music, blasting playlists that filled the apartment every chance he got. You also learned that he had an infuriatingly contagious laugh that echoed through the apartment late into the night.

At first, you kept your distance. Roommates were roommates, and you didn’t want to blur that line. But Jake had a way of pulling you into his orbit—his relaxed charm made it impossible not to fall into conversations with him, even when you swore you were just passing through the living room.

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It was a Saturday morning when things started to change. You stumbled out of your room, bleary-eyed and desperate for coffee, only to find Jake sprawled on the couch, half-asleep with his laptop balanced on his chest.

“Rough night?” you teased, pulling a mug from the cabinet.

He cracked one eye open, grinning. “Late-night gaming session. The squad needed me.”

“Heroic,” you deadpanned, pouring your coffee.

Jake stretched, his hoodie riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. You quickly averted your eyes, taking a long sip of coffee to cover the sudden heat creeping up your neck.

“You should join us sometime,” he said, sitting up and patting the cushion next to him. “I’ll teach you how to play.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Me? Gaming? I’d be terrible.”

“Exactly,” he said, his grin widening. “It’d be hilarious.”

Despite yourself, you laughed. Jake had a way of making you feel like you could say or do anything without judgment.

“Maybe,” you said, surprising even yourself.

His eyes lit up. “That’s not a no.”

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By the time winter rolled around, your easy roommate dynamic had grown into something more. You’d find yourself lingering in the kitchen just to chat with Jake, or curling up on the couch to watch movies together, even if you insisted it was just background noise while you worked on your laptop.

Jake, for his part, seemed just as comfortable with the growing familiarity between you. He’d steal your snacks without asking, drape his arm over the back of the couch when you were sitting next to him, and tease you relentlessly about everything from your taste in music to your tendency to stay up late reading.

“You’re going to burn out,” he said one night, poking his head into your room to find you surrounded by textbooks and half-empty coffee cups.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” you muttered, not looking up.

Jake walked in without an invitation, plopping down on your bed. “Come on. Take a break. You’re going to make yourself miserable.”

“I can’t. I have a deadline.”

He grabbed one of your books, flipping through it lazily. “You’re the smartest person I know. You’ll crush it. But you need to sleep, or you’re going to turn into a zombie.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. Jake had this infuriating ability to get under your skin and make you feel better all at once.

“Fine,” you said, closing your laptop. “But only because you won’t shut up about it.”

“Good.” He grinned, standing up and ruffling your hair on his way out. “I’ll make popcorn. Movie night in five minutes.”

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It wasn’t long before you started noticing little things—how Jake always seemed to know when you needed cheering up, how his laugh could brighten even your worst days, and how he somehow managed to make even the smallest moments feel significant.

One night, after a long day, you found him in the kitchen, cooking instant ramen with a focused expression.

“What are you doing?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Making dinner,” he said, glancing at you. “You want some?”

You hesitated. “Is that… my ramen?”

Jake grinned sheepishly. “Possibly.”

You shook your head, laughing. “Unbelievable.”

He held out a bowl, his expression softening. “It’s better when you share it, anyway.”

You took the bowl, your fingers brushing against his. For a moment, neither of you said anything, and the air between you felt charged.

“Thanks,” you said finally, your voice quieter than you intended.

“Anytime,” he replied, his gaze lingering on yours for just a second too long.

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It wasn’t until a particularly snowy evening that things finally came to a head. The two of you were trapped inside, the city blanketed in white and the roads too icy to go anywhere. Jake had insisted on building a blanket fort in the living room, complete with fairy lights and snacks.

“This is ridiculous,” you said, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face as he draped yet another blanket over the makeshift structure.

“Ridiculously awesome,” he corrected, ducking inside and patting the spot next to him.

You crawled in, the small space warm and cozy. Jake had brought out a laptop for movies, and the two of you settled in, your shoulders brushing as the opening credits rolled.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself relaxing, the stress of the week melting away. You glanced over at Jake, who was focused on the screen, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the fairy lights.

“Thanks for this,” you said, surprising yourself.

He turned to you, his expression curious. “For what?”

“For… I don’t know. Being you, I guess.”

Jake’s lips quirked into a small smile. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you teased, but your voice was softer than usual.

The moment lingered, the movie forgotten as Jake’s gaze locked onto yours.

“You know,” he said, his voice low, “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”

You felt your breath catch, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Jake…”

But before you could say anything else, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative, almost hesitant kiss.

It was soft and sweet, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours, as if looking for any sign of regret.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you leaned in, closing the distance between you again.

This time, the kiss was deeper, more certain. His hand cupped your cheek, his touch warm and steady. It felt like everything and nothing all at once, like something you’d been waiting for without even realizing it.

When you finally pulled away, you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“What’s so funny?” Jake asked, his smile matching yours.

“Yeji’s going to kill me when she finds out about this,” you said.

Jake laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “Guess we’ll have to deal with that later.”

And as the snow continued to fall outside, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, blurring the lines with Jake was worth the risk.

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End.

[cherrycola27]

All Too Well

Series Warnings: Language, drinking, military inaccuracies. Allusions to smut, eventual smut. Unrequited love, enemies to lovers. Adult themes and situations. 18+ Minors DNI

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Chapter 1: I'm Not Fine At All

You weren't going to let Bradley ruin this redemption arc for you. So what if he didn't want to listen to you right now? Maybe you could make him see that you'd changed.

You took your drink and tucked yourself over at the opposite side of the bar. You weren't in the mood for any more words of wisdom from either of your parents. You happily sipped on your drink as you scrolled through your phone, and people watched.

"Evening, Ma'am" a voice drawled from beside you. You slipped your phone in your pocket and looked over to meet a set of emerald eyes and a thousand watt smile. Clad in his service khakis, you read his name tag, "Seresin," you remember your father talking about him.

"Hi there." You responded politely. "Why is a beautiful thing like you sitting all by yourself?" He asked you. "I don't think everyone here is thrilled by my presence." You tell him as you look over his shoulder and jut your chin toward Rooster.

"Bradshaw's been an ornery cock his whole life. Nothing new about that." He tells you. "Well, aside from Rooster tarnishing my reputation, not that I needed any help with that, most guys are too afraid to flirt with me because of who my parents are. It isn't worth them getting banned from their favorite bar or getting a shit duty station for breaking my heart." You tell him as you finish your drink.

"Penny m'dear, another round for her and put it on my tab." Jake says without breaking eye contact with you. Your mom sets down your drink and another beer for him. "Who said I was going to break your heart, darlin?"" He asks as he cocks his head to the side.

"Who said I wouldn't break yours first?" You counter. He chuckles before taking a swig of beer. "You're feisty. I like it." He says. "How about a game of pool?" He asks you.

Now you laugh. "You do know what my callsign is? Don't you Hang—man?" You ask as you draw out the syllables of his. "I sure do—Hustler. Which is exactly why I want you to be my partner. Doubles. Us versus Phoenix and Rooster." Jake states.

"You really think that's a good idea?" You ask him. "Just because we're friends doesn't mean I don't enjoy ruffling Rooster's feathers. You in?" Jake asks you.

"The only way I'm going to play is if I get a little more liquid courage in me." You state. Jake quickly orders two whiskey shots. Your mother rolls her as she sets them down. You toast with Jake and down the amber liquid. It warms you from within. "Alight, let's play." You cheer.

Jake offers you his hand as you hop down from your bar stool and grab your drink. He grabs his beer before placing his free hand on the small of your back and guiding you to the poor table.

"Evening, Pops," Jake says as he tosses Maverick a wink when the two of you walk by.

"Pete Mitchell, so help me if your daughter causes a fight in my bar. You're dealing with it." Penny says as she smacks Maverick with a bar towel.

"Hey! She's not just my daughter." Maverick defends himself. "She is when she starts acting just like you." Penny says as she prepares to watch the enviable chaos unfold.

"Rooster, Phoenix, I found a partner for pool, rack 'em and let's play a round." Hangman says at the two of you walk up the to pool table. You can already see the anger on Rooster's face.

"Y'all this here is Hustler." Jake announces the the group. "Hustler, this is Coyote, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy." Jake says as he introduces you to the men sitting. He pivots and is about to say something but Phoenix cuts him off.

"Hey, Hustler." She says with a small wave. "Hey, Nix." You wave back. "Roo." You nod you head a Rooster.

"Well, now that everyone is acquainted, let's play!" Jake claps his hands together before grabbing a pool cue and handing one to you.

You and Jake win the first round of pool, and Phoenix asks for a rematch. She and Rooster win the second game. You decided to play one last game for the best two out of three. The two tequila-sodas and the whiskey shot are buzzing in your system, making you feel giggly and flirty. You've switched to gingerale so you can ride your bike home later. During this last game of pool, you've been very touchy-feely with Hangman, and Bradley can't stand it. He has a death grip on his pool cue as he watches Jake shamelessly hit on you.

It's the final shot of the game. You call the pocket and line the eight ball up and sink it perfectly. You jump up and down excitedly, and Jake picks you up and spins you around and cheers with you. You give him a victory kiss on the cheek before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

When you come back, you noticed that the bar is a little bit busier than it was when you first got here, and the juke box is playing one of your favorite songs.

You run up to Jake and grab his hand. "Come dance with me." You demand as you drag him to the dance floor.

Jake tosses his beer bottle and follows you without hesitation. He twirls you around the dance floor through a country song and some pop jam, but then someone cues up a hip-hop track and your face lights up as you turn around and press your body to his.

His hands slide to your hips and grip them tightly as you rock against him to the beat. Some song he doesn't recognize comes on after that, but you don't make an effort to change your position. You continue to sway your hips to the music, grinding your ass over his crotch.

Rooster is sitting over in the corner watching the two of you. The jealous anger builds the more he stays nestled on his perch. He feels like he's going to be sick. He keeps hoping Maverick or Penny will do something, but they are still at the bar watching this trainwreck play out.

You slide your arm behind you and curl it around Jake's neck. You slide your fingers in his hair, and he lowers his head just enough to place a few lingering kisses on the side of your neck. He trails them up your skin. He locks eyes with Rooster as he nips your ear before whispering, "Want to get out of here?" You shake your head before replying, "Take me home, Cowboy." Rooster almost snaps the pool cue in half when he sees you lean up on your tip toes and kiss Jake. You stand there and make out with him for half a minute. You pull apart for air. You bit your lip as you savor the taste of him on your lips. He tastes like hops and cinnamon gum, and it's forigen to you.

Jake goes to settle your tabs. You tell him you're going to lock up your bike in your mom's storage shed, and you'll meet him out front.

You went around the back to grab your jacket and helmet to put inside the bar for the night and to secure your bike. You'd have Jake or an Uber bring you back here tomorrow. You were just about to round the corner when you felt a hand encircle your wrist and pull you back before pushing you against the outside wall of the building.

"Bradley!" You gasped when you saw that it was him. His body towered over you, one hand still on your wrist, the other planted beside your head as he kept you in place. "Bradley, what are you doing?" You asked him.

"There's no way in hell you're going home with Bagman." He gritted out. "And why not? I'm an adult Bradley, I can fuck who I want." You sassed him.

You cocked your head to the side and waited for his response. You could see the anger on his face. His jaw was clenched, and a delicious vein was straining in his neck, but he remained silent.

"Bradley, if you can't give me one good reason why I shouldn't let Jake rearrange my organs, then I'm going to need you to move." You told him as you tried to push him out of the way.

Bradley didn't speak. Instead, he pushed you back against the wall and crashed his lip to yours. One of his hands tangled in your hair while the other gripped your waist and pulled you to him.

You moaned, giving him the chance to slot his tongue in your mouth. You tugged on his curls as his mouth worked against yours.

He tasted like beer and wintergreen tobacco, a habit he had picked up in flight school that he just couldn't seem to kick.

His kiss was hot, heavy, and dizzying. It was something you knew all too well.

He pulled back and admired his handy work. You were breathless with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

"I thought you said we weren't going to start this again." You goaded him. "You and I both know that it was going to end this way. It always does. I never can tell you no, can I?" He says before kissing you again.

"Get on your bike, and I'll follow you back to your place." He tells you. "Why my place? You ask him.

"You can't leave in the middle of the night if you're already home." He says matter of factly.

You smirk at him. "What about Hangman?" You ask. "I'll handle it." Bradley says.

You climb on your bike and meet Bradley in front of the Hard Deck, with Jake no where in sight.

He climbs into his Bronco and follows you to your little beach house.

The second the two of you make it through the door, you're caught up in each other. You manage to lead him to your bedroom as the two of you strip the others clothes off.

The sex between the two of you is mind-blowing. You've done it enough to know how to make each other feel good, even if your feelings had been dead and gone and buried for some time.

After losing count of the number of orgasms you've had, you collapse against the sheets and curl up against Bradley's chest for a good night's sleep.

The next morning, you wake up to a cold bed. You reach out for Bradley only to find that his side of the bed is empty. You get up and see his clothes are gone from your floor. You slip on your robe and check the bathroom. Still no sign of him.

You walk downstairs hoping that he's in your kitchen, but it is empty as well. You look out of your curtains to see that his Bronco is gone from your driveway.

So this is what it feels like to wake up alone. You sigh before taking a seat at your kitchen island. It's then that you notice the note scrawled on a piece of paper.

You open it and immediately recognize the four words written in Bradley's hand writing:

"How does it feel?"

Chapter 1 is here! Hope you guys enjoy it. Also, please don't slash my tires over toxic Bradley.

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[cyber-corp]

An actual summary of Homestuck Act 6's intermissions

by someone who’s a page away from Collide

Let’s do this lightning-round style.

After breaking through the fourth wall on the ship and getting the Gift of Gab (lol), John and Jade prepare for a three-year-long voyage to meet up with the gang, with Davesprite, Nannasprite, and a variety of other faces in tow. They write a letter for the crew.

The Monarch (previously the Mendicant) and the firefly buddy (I've forgotten their name) plead for the Vagabond's life. She takes him to the trolls and kid's rendezvous spot.

The trolls finally meet up with Dave and Rose, who have indeed reached God Tier. Half-dead Sollux and GT Aradia show up as well. They plan to host a "funeral" for Sollux, who is just sort of watching in disgust.

After Karkat's bucket-human-troll-sloppy-fueled breakdown from John's letter, the Vagabond, and the firefly show up, and the gang sets off through the Furthest Ring.

Intermission 2

Hussie, who was taking care of Spades Slick after he fucking killed the world by shooting Snowman, is shot dead by Lord English. I'm sure he'll show up later though. They always do.

It's been about a year in between the intermissions. While Rose explains what the Scratch did, Karkat attempts to explain the troll love quadrants to Dave. They draw dicks, fight, Dave wins by a mile through the suplex

Meanwhile, John, Jade and friends play the Ghostbusters II MMORPG, which is hilarious that that is even a thing in the first place. Jaspersprite sings a birthday song for him, Jade gets dogmad, which causes John to black out.

After getting harrassed by an eepy Roxy, John encounters Meenah (the best character!!!!!) for the first time. He takes a trident from her and wakes back up.

In a dream bubble, Terezi meets Aranea (second best character!!!!), who offers her to heal her sight. In another dream bubble, Hussie proposes to Vriska with a ring. Because of course he does.

Intermission 3 (and some other stuff)

Aranea invites Jake to Meenah's dream bubble, where she finds quite a lot of fighting happening. After telling a story of the Condensce, Jake embarrasses himself by attempting to wallop Meenah. He wakes up after getting whacked, but Brain Ghost Dirk sticks around.

After a "quick" game of Meenah Quest, we get a glimpse of what John and Jade are up to; watching Con Air baybee!!!! Except John has a big freakout over hating the movie, hating Davesprite, and passes out. What a guy.

PM and Noir are locked in chase before they enter a bubble of Jack's own massacre of the Battlefield, before John awakens and fights him. Rose shows up for a brief second and John uses his cool-ass windy powers as well.

After the battle, John wanders into a desert, finds a ring, and finds Tavros (wHO DESPERATELY WANTS THE RING,) and Vriska. She shares her plan to find a treasure that'll defeat Lord English.

After another game of Meenah Quest (where she unsuccessfully gets no one on her team), we go back to the meteor, where Rose drinks and forgets her date with Kanaya (best couple. fight me) and then falls down the stairs. They warned her, dog.

John wakes up with the ring, soyjaks, and the intermission ends.

Intermission 5 (CALIBORN TOOK uP THE LAST SPOT)

Dave and Karkat intervene Terezi, who is a massive wreck because of her degrading romance with Gamzee and letting Aranea heal her eyesight.

John, Vriska, Aranea, Meenah and Aradia find a big green cave in a dream bubble, where they also find a juju. It's the Homestuck House! John sticks his hand in it, his arm appears throughout multiple points in the comic, and then voops out of reality completely. He has an INTENSE STAREDOWN with Caliborn and wakes up on LOMAX, Jake's planet.

I don't usually do this but

(skips many, many important bits and pieces)

Vriska comes back (thanks to John's time shenanigans), plans out everything to come and verbally abuses her ghost self, Dave and Dirk have a feelings jam, dead pre-retcon Terezi and Ghost Vriska rejoice in facing the end, and everybody just about gets ready to

Collide.

This has been by far one of the most bonkers pieces of fiction I have ever read, and nothing gets me more excited than to see all of it come together and wrap all of it up, I hope. Also Caliborn and Calliope are one of the best "Jekyll/Hyde" characters I've seen in a long while!

Whatever lies on the other side of that hyperlink, I sure hope it'll be good.

[helenahypen]

We love baking don’t we

Wc: about 600-700

Cw: sub/don dynamics, unprotected sex,slight degration,daddy kink, & fingering

You and Jake had been friends for ages now since you met in high school when you were sophomores, and know here you were snowed in this cabin, which was his idea to spend this winter break in a cabin that was hours away from home and the signal sucked, so what did you guys do? You guys played video games, but when you guys got bored of that, you played board games, and when that wasn’t working, then movies, and then...

“Why don’t we try something new?” He whined, sitting up, "Like, what? We tried everything,” you said, uninterestedly huffing. There was no point in trying something new because the only thing that was keeping you from jumping out the window was him and the freezing cold weather. "Baking!"He yelled, smiling at his bright idea. “Are you joking? Why would we bake? We can’t even make a cake without burning it.” You said, but instead of him saying that you were right, he grabbed your hand and brought you to the kitchen. “So what? Who cares? We just want to have fun, do we?” He asked with a bright smile, "Okay, okay.” you signed.

So that’s what put you in the situation you were in. Right now you were going to put things away in the bottom cabinets, so you crouched down, and then when you looked up, you saw him staring down at you with darkened eyes, hand making way to your chin, so you looked up more. “You’re very pretty down there, don’t you, princess." That’s what he said before lifting you up and kissing you deeply. You tried to pull away, but it was too late. You were already intoxicated by his tongue in your mouth and his hand on your waist making its way to your ass, groping it harshly. "We shouldn’t do this," you said breathlessly, pushing his chest before spitting out the word he didn’t want to hear. "I know you don’t want to; you’re just bored." Jake's eyes softened by those words: “I really want to, babe. I’ve been waiting for this.”

And with that, you were in the bedroom, taking your clothes off. You could already see his bulge, afraid it wouldn’t fit. Your eyes widened. “Don’t worry, I’m going to prep you first, ok?” He came closer as you fell on the comforter. He groaned as he grinded on you while kissing your lips softly. “Can I?” He asked, pointing to your pretty pussy. You nodded

He took his middle finger and rubbed your clit. You squirmed and whined at this.

“Does that feel alright?” Again, you nodded at his question. You loved that he was so careful with you, scared that anything he would do would scare you off. His finger got closer to your hole, and he inserted it without warning, making you moan loudly.

He pumped that finger in and out before inserting another. "Aww, babe, I don’t even have to use lube, you're so wet for me,” he said while curling his fingers. You felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm. "I'm going to cum,” you moaned, and only a couple of seconds later you cummed.

“I’m not done with you slut.” He said that as he took his pants off, you were shocked because concerned jake was now calling you a slut, but you couldn’t complain because you liked it more than anything. His cock was huge, but before you could say anything, he put a pillow under you, and you heard him say, “Tell me what you want, babe." You moaned. You were so needy now. You were too distracted to say anything. “Or else I can’t do anything, and Daddy’s going to be upset. You didn’t let him fuck you properly." You whined at the new name he gave himself: “I want you, cock dabby, you big thick cock." He groaned and thrusted without warning. "Daddy," you moaned. He didn't even let you adjust; he was already balls deep into you. Sliding it in and out was fast as he could both moan every time “you’re so fucking hot." He said, “I’m so close." You whimpered, his thrusts got sharper, and you came all over his cock. He continued to thrust into you. “Fuck babe, I’m close,” he groaned in your ear. “It hurts,” was all you could manage to get out. “I’m almost there baby.” and a couple of seconds later, he cummed deep in you.

"Baby, let’s clean up,” Jake said carefully, getting up, but before he could even get up fully, you pulled him into your arms and said, “Stay here, ok?” You said he just nodded. “Did you like it?” He asked, scared for your answer, “What do you mean it was the best fuck ever?" You giggled and took some water out of your mini fridge for you and Jake. "Here," you handed it to him, chugging it. “Let’s get some rest then,” he smiled. “Good night, love,” he kissed your temple. When you woke up, you tried it and it was the best strawberry cake you ever had. ”I love you so much.” “ I love you too.”

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

What goes on during movie night ?

Ooh okay so movie night:

It's just absurdly hard to decide what to watch. Movies are brutal for the family. No one likes the same things, but they somehow always have fun? They have to institute a family decision making process, and this is how it goes:

It's in order of age. Jake (1), Neytiri (2), Spider (3), Neteyam (4), Kiri (5), Lo'ak (6), and Tuk (7). (Mo'at is 8 when she is around, and when she is she somehow always wins).

Whenever a decision needs to be made, Jake has Neteyam have Siri (Jake does not understand how to use Siri) pick a number between 1 and 7 and whoever's number it lands on makes the decision. This ruling is absolutely final, and the only rules are that parents can overrule for safety and that the same number can't be picked back to back.

Neytiri wins a suspicious amount of time. It's simply Eywa's will. When Neytiri wins they watch a lot of documentaries and classic rom coms. Jake always complains the loudest to annoy her, but then him and Neyetam are on the ground on the floor up close fascinated by the horror of US prison system or by the absurdity of 27 Dresses.

Jake, in contrast, almost never wins. When he does it's always the worst comedy ever but like, the most fun night. It's Grown Ups 2 or The Naked Gun, and Neytiri is trying so hard not to laugh in the corner while covering Tuk's ears and glaring at Lo'ak when he laughs at the jokes.

Lo'ak only wants to watch terrible action movies. This is everyone's favorite night lowkey. No one would ever admit it, but the movies are such a brain break, and they love how much they can annoy Lo'ak during them. They're all munching on popcorn and lounging on the couch absolutely destroying the logistics of The Fast and The Furious.

Neteyam, through a mouthful of popcorn: How would one car cushion the fall of another car?

Spider, throwing m&ms into Kiri's mouth: Oh, it wouldn't, that's a double car pancake.

Lo'ak: IT'S JUST A MOVIE, MY GOD.

Jake, intercepting an m&m: As long as you don't think you can drive off of a helicopter, son.

Kiri: well, you could, right, you just wouldn't live.

Lo'ak: PLEASE.

Tuk wins and they watch a classic Disney/Pixar film. No one pretends to hate these nights. Everyone loves Encanto and Moana. Jake is a huge Olaf fan. Spider and Lo'ak's remote-microphone renditions of every song in Camp Rock are legendary. Everyone has joined in at some point, by the end of the movie the family are all exhausted and sweaty and the amount of blackmail on Jake's phone is wild.

Neteyam's picks are always extremely snobby Oscar level A24 films. Tuk always falls asleep. Lo'ak and Jake play games on their phones and miss things and then ask stupid questions and it drives Neteyam insane. He's never angrier than when Jake asks the dumbest question ever that was answered earlier during the peak moment of Three Billboards.

Kiri's picks are super pretty nature documentaries. These nights are instant nap time for Jake, Lo'ak, and Tuk, piled on top of each other on the couch. Spider, Kiri, Neytiri and Neteyam share a carton of ice cream right in front of the tv and marvel at the pretty animals. One time when they are all older teenagers, Lo'ak and Spider decide to take edibles before this endeavor and Jake catches them so they give him one as a bribe and the three of them cry when a lion kills a zebra. It is very obvious but also very funny to everyone else. Also Jake ratted them out to Neytiri right away but said "Babe, they included me! ☺️" so Neytiri let it happen.

Spider's picks are crazy. He's all over the place. For a long time post his adoption, when they were little, he picks whatever movie the person he's felt he most recently pissed off he thinks would like best. Lo'ak discovers this quickly and begins to start a fight with him right before movie night lol. Neytiri and Jake were very suspicious when Spider was like "no I actually want to watch Jackass and it's not because you grounded me yesterday, Jake." Eventually he does pick his own stuff (he likes Homeward Bound and Cheaper by the Dozen) but sometimes he does still pick what his siblings want.

[ruminate88]

Disconnected and Self Worth😭

06/19/24

The people in my circle keep showing me all this love and are there for me. Doing things for me and expressing their dearest feelings and intentions for me …. However, inside all I feel is “just let me go please” I just wanna fall into an abyss and drown. I HATE this awful feeling. I believe these people care because I don’t have a choice. They’re all I have and yet I get so caught up in the past, ruminating when these men lied to me, decieved me, rejected me and treated me like I’m not worthy to exist. 😓 Not just one of them but 3 of them made me feel like a complete loser. ❤️‍🩹 I know it’s not true!!

Men that I loved. I didn’t want to love the 1st one, Jake. I wasn’t attracted to him at all but some conversations we shared were really good and comforting but all the rest was of him attacking me at every corner. Calling me a racist and a bigot. Treating me like I’m only good enough for sex. Exploiting my nudes on his social media to “get back at me” for not wanting to be his whatever he wanted to be. He made creepy comments to me like, “If I ever got you pregnant, I would marry you…” 🥴🥴 uh… yuck. Never. I would NEVER let you touch me but he was always there in my face for YEARS. I blocked his number more than once but some how I always found myself talking to him again. There was just so much mystery that turned into history.

Then Cody was there when I posted a suicide note and that’s a HUGE DEAL!! He talked me off the ledge, got my trust but then shattered my trust… I knew Jake was creepy but somehow thought Cody was special and not a creep. I believed Cody was just having a hard time and the way he showed up for me originally, I thought Cody had my back… however, there were times in conversation I could sorta sense cody had a little jealousy for me and low-key he was putting me down but it was a grey line. However Cody ghosted me and I lost all heart. I was a dead woman walking for months. I saw no light or hope and some days even questioned if I was breathing.

5/6 months later, I meet Andrew… Andrew appeared so young and innocent. Often treating me like his caretaker. Making me feel constantly needed and wanted. Coming to me with his cries and using me for comfort. He played upon my ability to be nurturing and caring. I became crazy over the idea of me being his source of care and love. I wanted to spoil him and give him all of me. He wasn’t so “innocent” though. He was just sly and cunning with me. Getting me to constantly praise him and be at his beck and call. I believe now he had a hidden agenda the whole time. He was never going to support me or marry me. His whole intentions seemed to be based off of superficial gratification and to tare me down. I had so much to offer and he wanted to take it all and shred it. Maybe I’m wrong but that’s how he made me feel. After we break up, he’s still finding excuses to talk to me and just like Jake, makes me feel like I’m only good for sex but nothing else. Then he wanted to put me away quietly because he had a new girlfriend and I felt he was adding me to his trophy case of “prizes” and acting like, “Oh this is my prize I won and she can sit nicely on my shelf but I’ll only acknowledge her when I feel like it.” Nooooo 😣😭😠 I’m not going to sit on your shelf and wait for you. I broke up with him when I realized probably I was just a fun game for him. 💔💔💔

After these men, I still believe in love. I still got married to someone else and I’ve been forcing and pushing myself to believe in it all and to give it my best shot. Trying to convince myself I can trust people still and that I’m safe. I know I blocked Jake and Andrew’s number and if either of them tried to bother me through another way, my new man would probably threaten them. (He’s threatened Andrew once before) ugh I’m trying so hard to be ok. I’m NOT giving up!!! I’m trying ONE DAY AT A TIME ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[go-river-flows]

Welcome back to the Avatar Programme

Part 8 of 13

Summary: I was part of the Avatar programme. Simple as that. Then that changed after the schoolhouse incident. 

A/N: Things are ramping up! To all y'all Wainfleet appreciators out there, you're welcome. I also remembered that one of my friends follows my tumblr account, so hi, Wiktoria! Hope you're enjoying these Avatar based stories! Lol Warning: a lot of fluff(?)

For the next few days, whilst being grounded at Hell’s Gate, myself and two other avatar drivers would play basketball on the court during the small breaks that I had. I was trying to distract myself as Grace, Norm and Jake were up at Site 26. But just focusing on work proved to be difficult as my mind would drift back to them leaving me at Hell’s Gate. I went back to feeling like that 16 year old kid in high school, that no one wanted to talk to or sit with at lunch. But thank god I graduated the same year after being offered a full ride scholarship at a top university, leaving those dumdums in the dust. 

“Come on, Curfman!” Choi yelled at the female avatar. Curfman whooped as she scored another three point throw. Giving me a high five. Choi grabbed the ball trying to dunk it as Curfman and I tackled him onto the ground. “Ow! What the hell guys?!” he yelled out, cursing out as he landed on his tail.

“Get the ball, (Y/N)!” Curfman held him down as I scampered for the ball, throwing it into the hoop from the ground. The ball hit the rim and ricocheted back from the odd angle, making a weird ‘tunk’ sound. I narrowly missed the ball, almost hitting me back. The two laughed at me in hysterics, witnessing the horrible throw.

“Wow! Maybe basketball isn't your strongest suit,” Choi chortled. I groaned, covering my face with my blue hands in annoyance. Before I knew it, I was being hauled up by the two still laughing avatars. 

“You just need more practice…aaaand maybe some pointers,” Curfman reassured, stifling a laugh.

“Thanks, I guess. But I should get back to work, my break is over,” I exhaled. The two patted my back as I left the court, going back to their game of ball.

Trudging back to the Avatar Compound resting area, I laid onto an empty cot and closed my eyes. Waking back up in the cradle, I laid there for a moment before manually opening it from the inside. Sitting up, I rolled my neck and shoulders before heading back to my office, saying a quick thanks to Max and Ruth.

   Entering my office, I sat back down in my chair and resumed my paperwork, then jumped back into the second half of the Dummies guide to Na’Vi. I was mostly done, but added some things I forgot to add in the first half. After that, I went to the canteen to eat. Taking a seat at an empty table, without a drink as usual–somehow they were always sold out whenever I wanted one–Wainfleet would give me his. This became somewhat of a routine as the days went by. Especially since Norm and Jake were no longer around.

  On such days, Wainfleet would join me at the empty table I sat at. On the opposite side of the canteen the other soldiers would stare at Wainfleet, who apparently preferred my company to his friends. To my suprise, he actually apologised for the crude language he’d used as well as his terrible attempts at flirting. Which I was sceptical of at first, but later eased up on. It was nice to talk to him about anything outside of my work and research.

  After finally finishing the second half of the guide, I stopped by Trudy’s samson and asked her to deliver the binder.

“Why don't you just come with me? I'm about to go up for a visit,” Trudy suggested. I thought about it for a moment, “I'll give you twenty minutes to decide, if not, I'll just leave without you.”

  I hung my head before grunting out an ‘okay’. I sprinted back to my office to grab my bag, some instant coffee and snacks that Wainfleet gave me out of the blue, and anything I needed to give to Grace. Namely rare samples she asked for before she decided to go up to Site 26, without telling me. I put my mask on as I returned to Trudy’s samson, bag slung around my shoulder, taking a seat next to her, and we soon took off.

The flight from Hell’s Gate was just as amazing as previous trips out to Pandora. Beautiful and very green, in comparison to the cold and grey Hell’s Gate. Maybe if I had more time, I would've hopped into my avatar. When we approached Hallelujah Mountain, the equipment started to glitch. The flux vortex signalling our inbound as the fog parted. Approaching a floating island, I could see the grey metal of Site 26. Trudy cut the engine as I hopped out the samson. I waited for her so we can go inside together. Opening the first door to decompress before fully entering the interior.

“Hey Grace! Hey Norm!” I called out. 

“(Y/N)?!” Norm poked his head up.

“Hey Norm!” Trudy greeted, “Where’s Grace?”

“Grace is out in her avatar at the moment,” he gestured to the back with his thumb, “But what are you doing here, (Y/N)?”

“Oh, just a visit, and to give Jake this thing,” I held up the binder, “But I also brought gifts.” I held up another bag in my other hand, approaching Norm, I set it down on the table, to which he dug in.

“Yes! Coffee…and snacks!'' His giddy mood was somewhat refreshing after not seeing him in a week. 

“Don't finish it all at once, it's not just for you. I don't know when I'm coming back, or if I'm coming back,” I laughed, patting his shoulder before trudging to the other side of the compact building. Finding Jake’s wheelchair, I put the binder on the seat before moving to the other side where Grace’s white coat hung from the back of a chair. Taking everything out of my bag, I put it on the table separating the research papers to their respective samples. Looking at her messy table with documents scattered all over. I cleaned it up a bit before returning to Norm and Trudy, where they were chatting about the past few days. We talked for a while before the subject of Lyle Wainfleet popped up.

“Okay, and that's where I'm stopping the conversation. Let's go Trudy,” I cringed.

“That guy has been stopping at (Y/N)’s table for the past few days. I've seen the way he looks at you. The way you look at him. Don't think I didn't notice, (Y/N),” Trudy laughed as Norm’s brows furrowed. 

“I thought you didn't like that guy?” Norm asked, accusatory in tone. 

“Oh come on. He’s honestly not that bad. Sure he’s not Tommy, but…if you look past his crude jokes and actually talk to him, he’s not a bad guy. I blame the RDA and army for that.” The two of them looked at me with blank stared before Trudy’s lips curled up to a smirk.

“Oh my god. You like him,” she said. Norm turned to look at her then at me with wide eyes, as Trudy held eye contact with me. I gulped.

“Seriously (Y/N)? Out of all the guys in the RDA, and you like Lyle…Wainfleet,” he sputtered out incredulously. I facepalmed as the heat started rising in my face, as Trudy started laughing out loud. 

“Let's go Trudy, I'm being serious,” I grabbed her arm as she continued laughing at me. By the time she finished laughing, I had already dragged her to the airlock, whilst in there she looked at my flushed face and proceeded to laugh at me again. We put on our masks and were back out in the Pandoran wildlife. During the flight back she continued to laugh whilst poking fun at me.

  And to top it all off, when we arrived back at Hell’s Gate, as soon as we passed through the airlock chamber and turned the corner I collided into the man himself, Lyle Wainfleet. For a second, my heart stopped. Trudy gave me the look before running off as Wainfleets hand stayed on my waist, from when he steadied me. My face flushed red again. Flustered by his sudden appearance and where his hand remained, combined with the previous conversation that I had not too long ago made me nervous. 

“Hey, you good?” his voice interrupted my rushed thoughts. His face was much closer than I anticipated. I let out what a meek yes, attempting to walk away, only to trip on his foot and he caught me again. God! Out of all the times to be clumsy, why now?! I cringed internally. “Woah, hey now. Falling for me already, sweetcheeks?” he chuckled, staring at my red face. I definitely look like a tomato. 

“Corporal Wainfleet!” a voice boomed through the hallway, belonging to Commander Miles Quaritch. Lyle let go of my waist shooting a smirk.

“See you later?” he quickly whispered. I hesitantly nodded before he ran after his commander, and when he finally turned the corner out of sight I caught my breath and breathed out a huge sigh. People passed glancing at my weird behaviour. Meandering the hallways, my feet carried me to my shared bedroom. As soon as I entered, I collapsed in my bed.

*

For the next few days I would avoid Wainfleet like the plague. I spent most of my time in my avatar at the Avatar Compound, checking on the fresh fruits, exercising, practising basketball (and getting better) or out in the surrounding jungle collecting more samples, or just simply hanging out with the other avatars. At least I was no longer sad about grace practically abandoning me.

  But once that was over, avoiding him in Hell’s Gate was more complicated, especially since he knew all my spots. All the avoiding finally caught up to me when he cornered me in a literal corner one afternoon.

“Just talk to me, what's going on,” he trapped me between his arms, “Why are you avoiding me?” He practically begged. I bit my tongue. Maybe because I was scared? Or was it because I actually had feelings for him? After learning about Tommy’s death, I mourned him. I still loved him. So would it be fair to move on?

“Please? I thought we were friends.  I told you we can talk about anything. But you're making things difficult,” he trailed off, eyes boring into mine.

“I–I…” I hesitated, “I think I like you,” I barely whispered. That was all he heard before he pulled me into a kiss. It felt like all the air was sucked out of my lungs, as he moved closer, practically pinning me to the wall with his body. Lips not leaving mine, he moved his hands to the back of my head. When he finally pulled away, he had the biggest, most boyish grin on his face.

“I think I like you too.”

Part 9

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[telyrah]

𝐓𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐱𝐞𝐰 (𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞)

Summary : While immersed in Pandora’s high grounds, you locked eyes with a Na’vi up close for the first time.

Pairings : So’lek x Fem!y/n

Word count : 1K approx

Warnings/notes : y’all I’ve never played the game- don’t jump me if it’s inaccurate, it’s part fiction T^T

By the time you reached the Hallelujah mountain altitudes, the sun had shifted to set and moonlight guided your steps. The landscape was breathtaking, so you sat by taking in what would be the last moments of this live planet. The RDA, and your “allies” were going to take over at dawn’s first beam.. But you were never on their side to begin with.

Jake Sully had been incompetent in convincing the Na’vis to leave their motherland, thus you were now caught in the middle of a rising war.

You sighed heavily, was there nothing more you could do to prevent the inevitable ? Time was running out like sand slipping through fingers ; hellfire was about to break into their sacred Home-tree, everything would burn.

As you were on the verge of defeat, a swift ruffling of grass interrupted your train of thought..

?!!

A small Titan stood there, hovering behind you. His gaze looming over your head, observantly

He’d been so discreet that you hadn’t noticed any presence, until now

Freaked out, you almost toppled over the edge ; but their extended arm reached for your wrist before you could fall a couple hundred metres into the oblivion

Shrugging in relief and looking up in cold sweat, two golden orbs mirrored your wide stare.

A Na’vi. The first you’ve ever examined up-close. It was relevant just by the firm grasp on your wrist that he retained strength proportional to that of a Thanator Panther, which instantly made your blood run cold.

“It h-hurts” by the time they pulled back, your sore hands were bruised of blue

“Ah, sorry”

…

“You speak le’Inglìsì ? (The English Language)

“Srankehe” (A little bit) he nodded reluctantly

You were speechless. Past encounters with his kind, even at a distance was complex due to their aggressive nature towards the “Sky-people”. But this one was the total opposite: you knew their intelligence for comprehension was keen, but never this impressive

Dusting yourself off, you thanked him briefly before asking away about his motives & as to why he approached you so earnestly

“Kind human, not like other RDA. I grateful, see you save my brothers-”

Then it dawned on you. Two full moons prior, during the first Pandora invasion you had secretly released captive Na’vi children from Avatar testing labs. Because of your rookie-mistake, you were stripped of all commands and annexed from the research base to assist another deployment department

“So’lek?”

…

“Yes ?”

“You’ve grown so quickly I hadn’t realised-”

“You change also, beautiful”

With your hands unconsciously trailing over his pearled braids, you stopped at the sudden praise

“Why are you here ?”

“Want.. Work together. Teach use human Wartools for Na’vi Resistance”

However, from the corner of your ear could be heard familiar voices, those of your comrades. You were reminded that your shift/break had long passed.. & the plains ringed their footsteps approaching closer by the minute.

“No So’lek- this is crazy. I can’t save you all a second time. You must leave Now”

“NO ! This time, I protect YOU”

💥

Your hands were covered in his blood. In a moment’s blur, So’lek’s back-hug shielded you from a bullet shot. Paralysed, you could hardly muster an expression at the sight of Quaritch holding a pistol in your direction

“I knew you weren’t a reliable intel, backstabbing my orders when I generously turned a blind eye”

“STAY BACK” So’lek winced, fangs coughing stains of red at your regiment superior

Before the situation could escalate any further, you both took the escape route. Calling for an Ikran, you jumped off the cliffside. Stabilising the mount as Quaritch kept firing down until you’ve flown far enough to hear him curse Eywa

%!!#&@

&#*!

£^%

…

“Lay down, you’re still bleeding”

You had dragged So’lek into the dense rainforest near an oasis in order to purify the wound given by that other scum. Thankfully only his upper arm was hurt, and no vital organs were critically damaged.

When tearing and wrapping your shirt around the injury, he did a mediocre job in containing the pain visibly drawing on his face

“They’re planning to strike again at dawn. You won’t be able to fight in this state”

“No, our Resistance Strong..

This is how we Heal”

Once properly able to sit upright against a tree, So’lek handpicked a hanging fruit from up above to consume it’s dripping nectar. You didn’t know much about the Na’vi recovery process, but this agrume did visibly relieve some pain

“Do we really have a chance against them ?”

D-Day was only one sunrise away, even if you’d agree to help his clan, you possessed nothing weapon-wise to work with. It was a lost cause..

“Hey,” snapping out of a spiral So’lek placed your tiny hands onto the flat of his chest, urging you to feel his steady heartbeat as a reassuring gesture

“As long as I live, we will prevail,

Just like we did back then”

With that, he then puffed a long and silent whistle to which a response was swiftly echoed through the thick night breeze.

…

Seconds later, you felt your head surrounded by an entire swarm of Ikran warriors.

Recognising them, they bowed to you. The kids you rescued now grown, all waved with their spears and shields elevated as a greeting.

Hope wasn’t lost after all. Seeing it for yourself made it clear your compagnon was right,

The war was about to take a refreshing turn.

[sindumpster]

Tell us about Ruvargi and Toni-- 👀

(Ruvargi left, Toni right)

Funnily enough, despite getting most of his looks and color from his dad, Ruvargi pretty much no influence on Toni. Both just happen to be jerks, though Toni is far worse than his father lol

Ruv was gone long before Jake and his siblings were born (hatched?). Even by dragon standards, no one quite understood why Sirenea (mother) and Ruvargi stuck together as long as they did. And it was morbidly predictable that when their relationship did reach its end, it would end in an explosion. Frankly, it was a miracle neither lost their life to that, though they both carry pretty ugly scars, and Ruvargi is down one eye lol

Anyways, Ruv was initially charming, and a massive flirt. He was the dragon version of the “mysterious sexy foreigner”. He was from a region far to the south of where Jake and co. were born, and he rarely ever talked about his origins (lending to a wealth of rumors, perhaps that he had fled the scene of a heinous crime, or had been ousted from his community. Others claimed he gotten in trouble with a former mate after being unfaithful. Or perhaps, he was merely bored, or wanted to travel). Regardless of reason, Ruvargi was obviously from elsewhere. His red color was extremely rare in the “north”, and he had a very distinctive accent (and knew a different dialect).

It didn’t take long for him to hit it off with Sirenea, and they became mates shortly thereafter. And while the early years were pleasant, both ultimately brought out the worst in one another. Both Sirenea and Ruvargi are violent manipulators, and while originally they targeted others (and even tag-teamed in plots and schemes to bring ruin to other), they eventually fell into each other’s crosshairs. Both became convinced the other was always lying, always seeking selfish gain over the other, and well…it became a self-fulfilling prophesy. What was the point of telling the truth if it was never believed? Why do nice things for the other if it was assumed to be a shallow ploy? At some point it became a petty game, where they would constantly try to one-up the other in new and horrible ways. Both were abusive, both were unfaithful, and ultimately, both became extremely violent. Minor disagreements turned into bloody fights, which begat grudges, which begat more bloody fights. Fortunately (or unfortunately) they were pretty evenly matched, so decisive “victories” were few, and the “win” could just as easily go to one or the other. Often, they threatened to leave each other…but they never did. Both were addicted to the constant drama lol

Anyhoo, it all boiled over when Sirenea realized she was eggnant. And was immediately questioned if it was even Ruvargi’s (it was). The whole matter only shortened their fuses. And add in hormones and all the complicated feelings it brought out in both, the final explosion went nuclear. Neither remember what started the fight, but like most of their fights, it was small and petty. Soon they were screaming completely unrelated insults at one another, and Sirenea got pissed and pounced. Her claws hooked around his face, Ruvargi screamed…and after that it was over. She’d permanently marred his face, and left him blind in one eye. And while it was common for them to “leave” one another for a few days or a week, Ruv never came back. Nor has he been seen since, but Sirenea was the only reason he had stayed.

_______

Anyways, Toni hatched months after Ruvargi fled, to a…much smaller clutch than had initially been laid (break-up Sirenea did some pretty fucked up things, so only half of her eggs survived). And from the day he was born, there was something…off about him. He was clever in ways he should not have been, but felt little attachment to anything (he felt no love for his siblings or mother). He had a fascination with death and suffering. He toyed with his prey, and played games to see how long he could keep it alive after inflicting grievous injuries. As he grew, he began manipulating his siblings, trying to turn them against one another. In Jake he found a decent henchman, and someone who he could easily cast blame onto should he get caught. As long as he catered to Jake’s thirst for attention and praise (making up for Sirenea’s indifference to Jake), he could get his brother to do just about anything, and poison his mind to boot. Of course, sometimes it was fun just to watch his brother suffer, and occasionally he laid out traps for him. At least until a particular trap nearly killed Jake, and gave him a severe phobia. After that Toni shifted his violence away from his brother. Besides, the runt (Kurt) was an easier target. Sirenea was already convinced Kurt wouldn’t survive to adulthood, so what was the harm in making it so?

Unfortunately there’s only so many times you can try to murder your brother before he gets the message that it’s time to leave. Kurt was the first to run away, and Toni hated him for it. While he assumed (as did his siblings) that Kurt died in the wilderness, he took it personally that he wasn’t the one to strike the killing blow. And it’s why he still hates Kurt decades later, after learning from Jake that he miraculously survived. Even more infuriating is Jake’s attachment to Kurt; he still sees Jake as a henchman and someone he can manipulate, and would lose him if he murdered Kurt.

And tbh you could have the nature vs. nurture argument with Toni all day. He was definitely “not right” when he was born, but his mother made it much worse. She played favorites with her brood, and while Toni looked like his father, in a fucked up way it might have been why he was picked as one of the “favorites”. So she pretty much encouraged him, and conveniently overlooked his sadistic side. She was somewhat aware that he was targeting his siblings, but he was smart enough to target the ones she cared less for (Kurt was dead to her; Jake looked like the runt so he was inferior too; Lenny was annoying and asked too many questions). And as a manipulator she saw little problem with his own manipulations, and even gave him advice from time to time on how best to turn others against one another, and how to charm others. Toni and Ruby were her golden children, and both turned out to be sadistic monsters, so she certainly didn’t help.

[classicsubliminalbo]

Corbin's Story: Freshman Haze

Originally published Feb 16, 2017

Before I ever considered becoming a social justice blogger fighting for the rights and protection of the thousands of young women and men around Carpenter State University's campus, I was just another ordinary student. A first year English major who hadn't quite discovered her voice. I was knee deep in gen ed courses back then and desperate to escape the heavy workload of physics and calculus, y'know, stuff I haven't used since. I found that distraction around winter break of my freshman year. His name was Jacob Rothschild. He was one of those rich kid types, a dime a dozen in any fraternity. But Jacob had a nerdiness to him that the other frat boys didn't. Tall, skinny, unbearably awkward. His bed shook as we fucked, and the Magneto statuette on his nightstand toppled to the floor.

"Magneto!" he gasped, trying to crane his head to assess the damage, but I was on top and I wouldn't let him move. I shushed him, and pulled him into another kiss. "Don't worry about it, baby," I said. "You've got me."

Jacob looked back up to me with that helpless expression. I could tell that he hadn't been with a lot of girls before, and the way he kept saying, "You're so beautiful," during foreplay told me none of them had been quite like me. I had pushed this along pretty quickly. Jacob seemed happy playing video games and talking about our favorite nineties cartoons. I just wanted to get laid. "You're so beautiful," he repeated, and I could see it in his eyes. He didn't just love me, he revered me. It was so cute.

He came, and a plopped down on the bed beside him. "Was it alright?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, getting out of the bed to open the window. I pulled a lighter and a joint from my purse and lit up, closing my eyes as I took the first drag. A couple coughs. I'd been a pretty regular smoker in high school but my opportunities in college were few and far between. "I could get kicked out of my fraternity for that," He said, eyeing the joint in my hand nervously.

I glared at him for a moment and then giggled. "Relax, dude," I said. "Half the people in this house are dealing."

That didn't seem to calm Jacob's nerves. He ran his hands through his already messy hair and sat up on the edge of the bed. While he began to dress, I admired the setup of his bedroom. Running my fingers over his computer like I'd never seen a desktop before. I was pretty stoned that night. "You develop shit?" I asked. "Like apps and stuff?"

"Yeah," he said. "Please don't touch that." Jacob was another in a long line of students who'd come to college aspiring not to graduate, but to develop the next big app. He'd seen The Social Network in high school and decided that he was the next Mark Zuckerberg. Now a senior, Jacob was dangerously close to actually getting a degree.

"Like Flappy Bird?" I asked. "I fucking loved Flappy Bird." "Not exactly..." he frowned. "Hey!" I was sitting down in his computer chair. "Please, Corbin. There's sensitive stuff on there." "Like your porn?" I thought that was pretty funny. He didn't. "Come on," I flashed a playful frown. "I'll suck your cock if you let me play with your toys..." Not really my proudest moment.

Jacob blushed. And then we heard a distant knocking. "Pizza dude," Jacob said. "I'll get it." "Good call," I laughed, taking another liberal drag. "Oh! Ask him if we can pay him in pot!" I called after Jacob as he left the room.

To my credit, I waited a full thirty seconds before I turned back to his computer. First I rooted through his search history. "Hentai, figures. Metrobay Comix?" I clicked. "Not what I expected. Okay...Hypnohub..." Click. "Jake, Jake, Jake. My skills of deduction guess you have a fetish..." I craned my head in fascination at a drawing of a topless, presumably mindless Samus Aran marching toward Mother Brain. "I guess it's kind of hot," I said to myself dismissively, exiting the browser. Next I checked out his desktop. That was where the good stuff was.

That was where I found the folder titled DO NOT OPEN. "Oh, Jake," I giggled again. "You're so stupid."

Inside that folder I found an exe titled "prototype." I just couldn't resist. The program opened to display a series of shifting shapes and colors. "This isn't Flappy Bird..." I said, reaching out for the mouse to click out of the program, but my eyes were transfixed on the images. "Whaaaatt issss thissss...?"

Jacob returned a few minutes later with two platefuls of pizzas. He found me waiting patiently for him at the edge of his bed, sitting stiffly upright, naked, my feet planted on the floor and my hands in my lap.

"Are you going to eat naked?" he asked, offering me one of the plates. I didn't take it. Not yet. "Do you want me to eat naked?" I smiled. "Do...you...want to eat naked?" "Anything for you," I replied with that stupid grin. "Oh shit!" Jacob gasp as he noticed the prototype file opened on his desktop. "Shit-shit! Shit! It worked? No! Shit!" He set the plates down on his bed and leaned in close to my blank face. He snapped his fingers, no response. "Corbin!" "Yes?" "You opened the prototype?" "Yes." "And...how do you feel?"

Finally I turned my head to look at him, and I gave him that look of total reverence. He was so beautiful. "Obedient," I said. It's embarrassing to me now how easily I fell under that damn app's spell, but you've got to remember that this was my first time ever running into something like this. Also I was stoned. I was really stoned, guys.

Meanwhile Jacob was doing some serious conscience searching. He'd invented the app without ever considering the ethical implications. Great inventors, he said, create first and worry about ethics later. I'm pretty sure Thomas Edison had a guy killed for a patent. He wasn't a good dude. Jacob later told me that the prototype I'd opened was a very rough draft of a more powerful technology. Flashing lights and swirling pictures, this was a simple parlor trick compared to the stuff he was hired to work on our of college. He sold the app at a good profit and earned enough notoriety to snag a job in Silicon Valley. But that's another story.

The pizza grew cold as Jacob paced his bedroom, working out the situation in his head. "We already had sex, you pushed me into that. I didn't trick you into doing anything, in fact you were the one who opened the program. But that's like blaming a drunk girl when a guy forces himself on her...fuck! Fine! Okay. Corbin, are you listening to me?" "Yes." "Okay. Abort."

With the power of one word, the fog over my mind cleared. "Whoa," I blinked my eyes. "What a trip." "I can't believe it works..." Jacob said. "Beats the hell outta ganja," I said. "What the fuck, dude!?" I demanded. It was hard not to notice the bulge in Jacob's skinny jeans. "I'm so sorry! I told you not to mess with my stuff! It was for your safety, honestly! I didn't ever plan on showing anyone that! I didn't even think it worked." A curious grin crept across my face and I said, "You were really into that, weren't you? Having a hot, naked babe all happy and submissive on your bed. Don't lie, I saw your browser history. Why else would you develop an app like that?"

Now Jacob was redder than I'd ever seen him.

"So you...really liked it?" Jacob asked.

I bit my lip. "It's different," I said. "I've been with four different guys and I'm always the one calling the shots. I've never been so submissive before. It's different. Now if you're asking if I'd be interested in trying it again..."

I have to admit. Weird ass fetishes aside, Jacob wasn't a bad dude. I think most guys in that frat would have just fucked me and tossed me aside to become the next angry rape culture meme on tumblr. But Jacob wasn't like that. He didn't invent that app to take advantage of women, even if he did conscribe a few Victoria's Secret models to clean his apartment as sexy maids. Okay, so Jacob is a shit. But he gave me a choice, and that's what I really liked about him.

A week later I posed for him in the lingerie he'd picked out for me and I asked, "How do I look, master?" "You're so beautiful, Corbin," because by now he revered me even more. But now I returned that reverence with a flattered but cocky smirk and I said, "Thank you, master. I am a mindless slave. Please use me as you wish."

And I meant every word of it.

[amandachristine92]

Let The Kids Play Only to Lose Another Series

NYY vs. WSH

Game 1

RHP Carlos Rodón returned from the injured list to start the game versus the Washington Nationals and RHP Josiah Gray, a local guy from New Rochelle, NY.

In the top of the third inning, 3B Carter Kieboom hit a solo home run off Rodón, making it 1-0 Nationals.

In the next half inning – the bottom of the third – C Ben Rortvedt hit a solo home run of his own, tying the score 1-1. These would be the only runs that Rodón and Gray would give up, respectively.

In the top of the eighth inning, RHP Tommy Kahnle made two outs before giving up a solo home run to SS CJ Abrams. Kahnle has significantly struggled since the second half of this season, especially after returning from the injured list. More on Kahnle’s numbers later.

The Yankees would go on to lose 2-1 in this game.

Game 2

Struggling RHP Luis Severino of the Yankees would go up against LHP MacKenzie Gore of the Nationals.

DH Aaron Judge got the party started in the bottom of the first inning by hitting a solo home run off Gore, making it 1-0 Yankees.

In the bottom of the second inning, rookie and LF Everson Pereira got an RBI on a fielder’s choice with the Nationals opting and attempting to throw out CF Harrison Bader at home plate. Once Bader was ruled safe, the Yankees extended their lead against the Nationals 2-0.

In the same inning, Judge hit his second home run of the game – a grand slam – off Gore, scoring Pereira, C Kyle Higashioka, 3B Oswald Peraza, and Judge himself. It was now 6-0 Yankees.

In the bottom of the seventh inning, 1B DJ LeMahieu hit a solo home run off LHP Jose A. Ferrer. The Yankees extended their lead to 7-0. Unfortunately, RF Stone Garrett got hurt going after LeMahieu’s HR ball and had to be escorted off the field in a makeshift cast on his leg.

Later in the same inning, Judge hit his third home run of the game – another solo home run – off Ferrer, extending the lead to 8-0. SS Anthony Volpe soon followed the scoring with an RBI single to CF Alex Call. Bader scored and it was now 9-0 Yankees.

In the top of the ninth inning, 1B Dominic Smith hit a solo home run off LHP Wandy Peralta, putting the Nationals on the scoreboard for the first and only time in this game. The Yankees won 9-1, breaking their nine-game losing streak.

Game 3

Yankees’ RHP Michael King, who wants to become a starter at some point in his MLB career, was used as an extended opener versus the Nationals’ LHP Patrick Corbin.

In the bottom of the first inning, RF Judge picked up right where he left off in the prior game. He hit another home run, a solo shot off Corbin. It was 1-0 Yankees.

In the top of the third inning, DH Joey Meneses reached base on a fielding error by Volpe, causing NJ native and LF Jake Alu to score. It was tied 1-1 with RF Lane Thomas stranded at third base and Meneses at first base. The Yankees avoided further damage in that inning.

In the bottom of the third inning, 2B Gleyber Torres hit a two-run off Corbin, scoring LeMahieu and Torres himself. The Yankees took the lead 3-1.

In the top of the seventh inning, Kahnle – that man again – made a relief appearance. With two out in the inning, Kahnle gave up an RBI to Alu – who was now playing 2B – making it 3-2 Yankees.

With Alu at first, Call hit a two-run home run off Kahnle, causing the Nationals to take the lead against the Yankees at 4-3.

After that, Abrams proceeds to homer off Kahnle once again in this series, extending the Nationals lead to 5-3. While Abrams admired his HR and flipped his bat, Kahnle looked like a psychopath as he stared at the hitter.

After the All-Star Game break, Kahnle’s ERA is near or over six. Maybe Kahnle never fully recovered from his injury because his performance lately has been atrocious.

Moving on to the bottom of the eighth inning, DH Giancarlo Stanton hit a solo home run off RHP Jordan Weems. It was 5-4 Nationals.

In the same inning with two outs, Pereira got his first major league hit, which was a double. Unfortunately, he would be stranded at second when PH Jake Bauers struck out when he came in to hit for Higashioka.

I understand that the Yankees were trying to pair a left-handed hitter with a right-handed pitcher. However, this was completely the wrong move to make. Isiah Kiner-Falefa, who manager Aaron Boone has benched for all three games in this series, would have been the better move to make.

IFK, as I’ve mentioned in a previous blog post, has an average of over .300 with RISP. He’s the only one who hits over .300 with RISP on the Yankees roster. Plus, from what I understand, IKF does well off the bench as a pinch-hitter.

My question is did IKF get hurt in the last game he played against the Boston Red Sox when he slid into catcher Connor Wong at home plate? Other than letting the kids play or using IFK as a trade piece, why else is he being sat?

Before game one of this series, IKF received the Heart & Hustle award so it’s ironic that he hasn’t played at all recently.

Anyway, in the top of the ninth inning of this game, Meneses hit an RBI single off RHP Clay Holmes. The Nationals extended their lead to 6-4. Holmes is not a closer or holder of late-inning games in any shape or form!

In the bottom of the ninth inning, the Yankees tried to mount a comeback against closer and RHP Kyle Finnegan. Stanton hit an RBI single, scoring Peraza. It was now 6-5 Nationals.

With Torres representing the tying run at second with two outs, Bader – who struck out four times in this game (dawning the golden sombrero) – made contact with the baseball. Unfortunately, it was a flyball out to right field.

The Yankees lost the rubber game to the Nationals 6-5. Again, IFK could’ve been in this situation to pinch-hit for Bader instead of Higashoka since he wasn’t used then.

A side note about this last game is that two erroneous baserunning plays were made. The first one was made by Higashioka after he hit a double in the bottom of the second inning. When Peraza made contact, the ball was hit in between second and third base, yet Higashioka ran toward third and was tagged out. 

Peraza reached on a fielder’s choice, only to get picked off in an attempt to steal second. He got into a brief rundown before being tagged out and caught stealing with LeMahieu at-bat. This was the third out and second baserunning mistake.

These brain-fog moments loom large when the Yankees lose a game by one run.

Now, the Yankees are in St. Petersburg, FL about to face the Tampa Bay Rays at Tropicana Field. In recent Yankees history, they haven’t performed well against the Rays and haven’t for several seasons, especially in road games at Tropicana Field. 

I call it “The Garage” because it looks like a large, enclosed warehouse/garage inside.

Anyway, what also scares me about this next series is that the Rays just swept the Colorado Rockies.

[delcakoo]

enha reacts to another member interrupting you ·˚ ༘

୭ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

୭ GENRE ! est relationship, fluff, crack, suggestive

୭ WC ! 2.8k

୭ WARNINGS ! a lot of kissing, making out, slight suggestive (just skip hee + jay)

a/n: here's another react to feed u guys !! thank u sm for all the notes on my other one i’m very grateful <3

// LEE HEESEUNG !

mans will get annoyed and use his oldest card to kick them tf out LMAO

orrr he’ll just drag you somewhere else to continue where you left off

he wanted alone time with you? he’ll get it!

it’s pitch black outside

you guess sometime around midnight

heeseung is playing video games with jake and niki while you’re sitting on his lap 

he has his giant black headphones on, yelling callouts to the boys with a focused expression

he looks so soft and boyfriend like this ^^

you’ve been sitting with him for around two hours, letting him have his fun while you keep yourself busy with your phone

however, you were beginning to crave some of his attention for yourself :c

you shove your phone into your pocket, poking your boyfriends cheek needily

he looks down at you, “what’s up baby?”

you don’t say anything, deciding to just show him instead

 you push your lips onto his plush ones, kissing him gently 

he hums happily, eyes closing as he takes his hand from the keyboard to hold the back of your head and deepen the kiss

he really can’t resist you !!

“you need me, jagi?”

you nod shyly, pulling him in once more

behind you, you can hear the sound of gunshots and, what you assume to be heeseung’s character dying. 

woops

suddenly, two loud voices interrupt the both of you, forcing you to separate 

“hyung, what the fuck was that!?” 

“yo this guys throwing!” 

heeseung groans at their annoying voices, “can you two asshats shut up? i’m with y/n” 

you just sit there trying to hold in your proud giggle

“bro we should’ve known,” niki replies, the disappointment evident in his tone

jake sighs with him, “cmon hyung, bros before ho-”

heeseung ends the call 

as soon as he does, you both burst out into an amused laugh before going right back to where you ended off~

// PARK JAY !

this man doesn’t care 

like at all

he just wants you <3

you had just finished up dinner at the enha dorm

it was jay’s turn with clean up, allowing everyone else to leave right for their rooms

after taking a quick bathroom break, you walk into the kitchen to see your boyfriend washing the dishes

mans is looking so husband T-T

he’s humming a quiet tune, scrubbing each plate with a sponge thoroughly

you walk up behind him quietly, giving him a back hug 

he flinches in surprise, ready to push whoever it was off

listen

he was tired and grumpy :(

but when he notices it’s you, he relaxes and turns back to the dishes, his lips raising at the ends slightly. “what are you doing?”

you reach over and turn off the water, making jay look back at you, head tilted

cutie <3

you grab his hips and force him towards you before kissing him, running a hand up his stomach lightly 

as you kiss him, he grabs your waist despite his wet hands, forcing you closer. 

you can feel the water from his hands drip down your legs but you don’t mind at all

just as things begin getting heated, a familiar red head appears rather sneakily next to you

“seriously, in the kitchen?!” you both look up to see jungwon, hair disheveled and half asleep with his eyes narrowed at the both of you

jay shrugs, unphased “why not?”

you only grin, watching as jungwon shakes his head sighing before grabbing a cup of water

“if you make any mess or wake us up-” 

“hurry up will you?” jay interrupts, practically pushing the poor leader back to his room 

justice for jungwon king just wanted some water

// SIM JAKE !

there’s a high chance he’d just. act like nothing happened and make the situation worse HEL

you’d be literally making out on the couch, the movie you were just watching fading into the background

the members were scattered around the dorms

from what you knew heeseung and niki were playing video games

jay was asleep as usual

you weren’t sure about the rest of the idiots, but with jake pressed up against you, you did not care

“i missed you,” he whispers into your ear

it is a shame he’s been so busy, but his work was priority 

you smile, pulling him in for another kiss

as you do though, a dolphin like scream scares you apart again

“hyung!! what are you doing!?” 

jake raises his head, getting up off you calmly

“oh hey, wanna watch this movie with us?” he grins at the younger boy

you facepalm, watching sunoo stare at your boyfriend in utter confusion and disbelief

“b-but weren’t- you were-” poor boy is just lost T-T

“uh- sure” he stutters out hesitantly 

you barely hold in your laugh, scooting over so sunoo can awkwardly sit next to you 

jake seems to be in on it, smiling and sending a wink your way when you meet his eyes

poor sunoo has to deal with third wheeling for the remainder of the film, eyes set on staring only at the tv, not daring to meet either of your eyes

he regrets agreeing to the whole fiesta in the first place

moral of the story: jake is evil

and you are most definitely his eviller sidekick

// PARK SUNGHOON !

hoon probably wouldn’t care and just laugh it off or tease them back for not having an s/o

he’d bring you to the gym for moral support while he built up his muscles

you were not into working out, but watching your boyfriend do it was a whole different story ;)

of course, niki and jay tag along too

gym bros!!

while niki and jay are doing pull ups, sunghoon suddenly walks over to you with a dumbbell in his hand

he seems to be up to something, a mischievous smirk adorning his face

which is never good for you

“what are you thinking, park?”

he stops in front of you, grinning idiotically

“wanna try lifting weights with me?”

“seriously?” you deadpan

he nods, still smiling

why is he like this T-T

“why me? go ask the people who literally came here to workout with you”

“but i want to see you try!” sunghoon pushes, offering his free hand out to you

you roll your eyes, taking it reluctantly

there was no point in trying to fight back, in the end he’d somehow convince you

he brings you over to the shelf of different weights, picking up one of the smaller sized ones

“okay, try to lift this up and down a few times” he offers it to you, watching excitedly

this man is lucky you love him, as on any other day you’d never be caught doing weightlifting of all things

you take it from his hand, doing as he said without much difficulty, easily moving it up and down

“not bad babe!”

asshole

you scoff in offense, reading the label, “1kg? how weak do you think i am!?”

he grins once more, walking over and grabbing a much bigger dumbbell with ease

“yeah? try this one then, big shot,” he teases, taking the other one from you

you huff in surprise as soon as you grab hold of the weight, your arms beginning to shake slightly

sunghoon laughs uncontrollably, watching you suffer happily

you drop the dumbbell to the floor, walking over to him with a pout and punching his chest, “yah! you’re so cruel, you owe me an apology now”

he leans down with a smirk still on his face, kissing you playfully

“was that enough?”

“hey lovebirds, we’re here to work out not make out!” jay calls out

niki shakes his head, “this is why y/n shouldn’t come, they’re too distracting”

your jaw drops, “i didn’t sign up for this! i’m not saying names, but a certain someone who starts with an ‘s’ and ends with a ‘n’ forced me here!!”

sunghoon only continues laughing, “you guys are just jealous”

the two boys don’t reply to that

W for hoon ^^

// KIM SUNOO !

he probably wouldn’t care much cuz he’s always acting cute n mushy in front of the members anyway

even if they teased you guys he’d just be agreeing like “yep i am madly in love with them! and? :)”

segway to the scenario

you and sunoo were currently making cupcakes for him and the members to share

they were going to be having them on vlive tomorrow in celebration of future perfect’s third win (hell yeah!!)

you both weren’t exactly five star chefs, but sunoo definitely knew more than you

he did most of the hard part like stirring and measuring, while you got to do the fun stuff like pouring in the ingredients

he didn’t mind at all

in fact he loves babying you <3

but now it was time for the most anticipated part of the y/n and sunoo cupcake project

icing!!!

you had bought orange icing in honor of the iconic theme of the manifesto albums

and it was now time to put it to good use

“are you sure you can do it? i feel like you’re going to somehow mess this up” sunoo giggles, watching you struggle to get the icing out of the pipe bag

“at least have some faith in me, this thing just isn’t working!”

until suddenly, a ridiculous amount of icing shoots out of the bag, all over the cupcakes..

you stand there, jaw dropped while your boyfriend bursts into laughter manically in the background

“i knew something was going to happen! don’t move, i have to take a picture!” he exclaims, looking around the kitchen for his phone

oh hell no

you whip your head to him distressed, icing bag still in hand, “absolutely not, i don’t need engenes making fun of me!”

before he can pick up his phone, you shoot a bit of orange icing at him, laughing as it gets right across his pretty face

“yah, what’s wrong with you!? clean this up now jagi!” walking over to you, he points to the icing that's slowly sticking to his cheek in expectation

you grin mischievously, lifting your head slightly to lick the icing off his face

sunoo flinches at you in disgust, lifting a hand to wipe your spit and the remaining icing off his face

“the fuck happened in here?” you both look up to see jay watching the both of you in utter disappointment

you quickly point to each other, “it was them!”

“nuh uh, it was sunoo!”

jay only sighs at your childishness, “want me to help you dumbasses?”

your boyfriend shakes his head, “this is me and y/n’s project,” he leans down to give you a quick peck, “we can do it right?”

you glance back at the cupcakes which now have orange icing splattered all over them

“well.. uh-“

“look who’s not having faith now!”

// YANG JUNGWON !

baby may get embarrassed.. but also annoyed :c

just ‘cause as the leader of their group he’s always trying to stay very mature and y'know

leaderly with the members

so if they do catch him being all vulnerable and mushy with you they’re definitely going all in teasing

but at the same time he’d be like “go away this is my time with y/n not your annoying asses!!”

mostly depends if he has enough energy to put up a fight T-T

you and won are chilling in bed

he had just got back from an awards show, exhausted and stressed from promotions

he was simply done for the night <\3

the boy just wanted to be with you and have your full attention :(

which you were more than glad to give

anything to see those dimples!

you’re massaging his temples, listening intently to your boyfriend’s story

his eyes are half closed as he rants to you about the exhausting day of interviews they had to film

“— and anyway, the point is it was way too long and boring, and i missed you”

you feel your heart melt at his needy confession, grinning in his embrace

it was quite rare for jungwon to be so straightforward, he was more the type to just show what he wanted rather than admit it out loud, so you make sure to really enjoy the moment ;)

“that does sound exhausting geez,” you emphasize, rubbing his head softly, “n’ you know i missed you too, pretty boy”

he grins, reaching for your waist and pulling you into his chest further

it was nice being able to switch up who was little or big spoon, neither of you really cared as long as you touching the other

just as he moves in to give you a kiss, the door to jungwon’s room suddenly swings open, ruining the peaceful atmosphere instantly

“yah, do you have a toothbrush? sunoo definitely stole mine, i was— oh hi y/n!”

you both don't bother getting up, but jungwon settles for death staring at jake, who is standing awkwardly in the middle of the room

meanwhile you just offer a small, lazy wave in his direction

“hyung, get out,” jungwon demands, rubbing his forehead with his palm

poor boy just wanted to spend time with his s/o

“aw, is our leader getting soft?” you try to maintain a straight face, watching jungwon get more annoyed next to you, “you should’ve seen your dopey smile when i walked in wonnie, you’re soooo in lo—“

“hyung, i said get out!” jungwon barks, throwing a pillow at the elder who ducks in defense, laughing

“okay okay, i’m going!” jake runs out, closing the door behind him swiftly

you giggle quietly, making your boyfriend snap his head toward you

the betrayal…

“that was not funny at all!” he says, yet he can’t help but smile himself at the sound of your laugh throughout the room

it’s safe to say you both weren’t off the hook, jake making sure to tell the rest of enha the events of the night

poor won was teased for the next week straight (justice for jungwon pt 2)

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

niki would not be embarrassed if another member interrupted you,,

but he’d undeniably get flustered and his ears would turn bright red if they teased too much T-T

at the same time he’d try n’ be all defensive like “stay jealous 😒”

so while your boyfriend is an idol and gets to do his fancy idol things

you most definitely aren’t

this means you have to go to high school like every other teen nikis age

it’d been a long day, you groan as you exit the school grounds with your ridiculously heavy backpack over one shoulder

you were ready to get home and flop down on your bed and watch all of niki’s new performances or other appearances on youtube

until a familiar black van pulls up near you

you hesitate slightly, a giant van slowly pulling up near a school did look a bit suspicious

however, your reluctant expression turns into one of pure shock when your boyfriend hops out of the back seat

“babe?” you call in surprise

he runs over without a word, smiling brightly before pulling you into a tight hug

you quickly hug him back, overwhelmed, “what are you doing here!? shouldn’t you be practising or something?”

niki giggles at your shocked expression, adjusting the bucket hat hiding his face, “we got some free time so i decided to come pick you up today”

he looks behind you at the giant building, “wah, i’ve always wanted to see your school”

luckily there were no other students nearby, or else the sidewalk would probably turn into a zoo of fans and paparazzi

you smile gratefully, watching as he takes your backpack for you and pulls it over his own shoulder

he’s always watching out for you !!

“it’s not very exciting is it? not compared to what you do everyday”

he’s still smiling, and can’t help but to lean down and kiss you quickly

mans just missed you so much and for some reason seeing you in your uniform all.. normal looking (he means this in the best way possible) makes him all giddy inside

just as you begin kissing him back, reaching a hand up to massage the back of his neck, the drivers window is rolled down

“heeseung hyung, the kids are kissing again!” jake complains

“yah, stop that before someone sees and get in here!” jungwon scolds, pulling open the back seat once again

niki can’t help but blush slightly, he tried not to be touchy in front of the members

but you both end up snickering, taking each others hands and hopping in the back next to jungwon

noticing your intertwined fingers through the front mirror, jake shakes his head with a chuckle

“how did niki out of all the members get in a relationship?”

heeseung sighs, “y/n, don’t forget this kid microwaves his strawberries and puts salt on watermelon”

you ponder for a minute, “if niki likes it, i should definitely try it”

maybe you were a simp for the boy

but could you blame yourself?

they all groan in sync, while niki only grins smugly

W for hoon and niki mwahaha

the end! thank you so much for reading c: if you enjoyed it, reblogging n commenting is appreciated!

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

Promise Me

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female reader

Warnings: failed relationship, miscarriage, angst, alcohol abuse, car accident

I’ve written this for @callsign-phoenix Sophie’s 1k follower challenge using the prompt ‘Hangman’s Hangover’.

“How many of those has he had,” Phoenix asked, aiming her pool cue towards Hangman. He was sitting at the bar surrounded by empty glasses, and his hair was a mess, not in its usual neatly gelled state. He had dark shadows under his blue eye and the gray tracksuit wasn’t doing him any favors.

“I have no clue but I have a feeling one of us is going to have to carry him home,” Coyote grunted, taking the cue from Phoenix.

“I’m not even sure what he’s drinking now. He started with whiskey but since then he’s had vodka and god knows what.” Bob chimed in, popping another peanut into his mouth as he watched his friends play.

“This has really done a number on him,” Coyote mumbled.

“They lost a child, Coyote. They are both hurting and I don’t blame them. Do you remember how excited he was when she was pregnant?” They all thought back to that day when Jake came running into the Hangman, the biggest grin on his face and waving a small piece of paper. It was the sonogram and he’d carried it in his flight suit ever since.

“Yeah but they didn’t need to break up over it.” Coyote grumbled, he never understood that if they loved each other and needed each other so much why they broke up.

Phoenix sighed, “They're just processing their grief differently and it's hard on both of them. She is just as broken up about this as he is.” Phoenix glared at her fellow aviator displeased.

“I know it's not her fault. I didn’t mean I like that. I can’t even begin to imagine what they’re going through,” he sighed. “I just hate seeing him like this.”

“We all do Javy,” Phoenix explained, “I just know that both of our friends are hurting and they need us.” She set the cue down on the pool table, abandoning the game. “I think I’m gonna call it a night. I’m gonna check in with her on my way home.”

Bob and Coyote waved her goodbye and watched as she placed a gentle hand on Jake’s back before leaving.

“You’re up Bob,” Coyote said, leaning across the table smirking as he took another shot.

“What!” Bob's expression resembled a deer in the headlights, a few peanuts escaping from the cup and rolling down his uniform.

“Well I spent all of last week helping him home and he was sick in my car. Do you know how long it took me to get the smell out?”

Bob's face crumpled a little and he wrinkled his nose at the thought of Jake vomiting in his car. He’d never really liked Jake, he had been a dick to him ever since their first meeting before the uranium mission and he always managed to find a way to pick on him. But looking at his fallen comrade now, Bob couldn’t have felt more sympathetic, he loved you both dearly and he felt your pain.

Having been as thick as thieves since your Top Gun training, you had started dating shortly after. You were the kind of couple that everyone wanted to be, so in sync with each other, you knew what the other would do before they had even thought of it. It was the kind of love Bob had always wanted, the kind of love from movies that he’d seen as a kid. He was convinced that you would get married after the uranium mission especially once you’d found out you were pregnant. Jake had been ecstatic and had even promised to make Bob the baby’s Godfather. He smiled at the thought of that day, everyone had been celebrating at the Hard Deck, even Mav was there raising a toast to the newest member of the Dagger Squad.

Bob’s face fell as he thought back to the fateful nights two weeks ago. It had been carnage. The couple had been in a car accident on the way back from a party and Maverick and Penny’s house. A drunk driver came out of nowhere and rammed them clean off the road. Jake came away mostly unscathed but you had taken a direct hit from the car on your side and was left with a broken collarbone and multiple broken ribs. The baby hadn’t survived and when you had both needed each other most you just couldn’t stand to see each other so hurt. After fighting like mad, eventually the doctors advised that Jake stopped coming to visit. That was the last time Jake had seen you and since that day spent most of the time at the bar drowning his sorrow.

Bob sighed, placing his empty cup of peanuts down and headed towards where Jake was sitting.

“Hey Bagman, mind if I sit here?” He gestured to the bar stall next to him. Jake mumbled something and Bob took that as an invitation to sit down. “What you got there.” Bob pointed towards his single glass that was no longer surrounded by others. Penny must have tidied up, Bob thought to himself.

“I don’t know,” Jake replied, expressionlessly.

“What do you mean you don’t know,” Bob asked worriedly. How much had he drunk?

“Well, Penny wanted to clean up the glasses so I poured it all into one.” He slurred, waving his hand over the glass. “I got whiskey and vodka. I think there’s some beer in there too and I had tequila. Oh, and I had a gin and tonic earlier too.”

“Shit Jake, what’s that a recipe for a ‘Hangman hangover?”

The other pilot snorted and downed the rest of the glass, pulling a face at the foul taste. He stood up from the bar stool, wobbling slightly and Bob grabbed his arm to support him. “Come on, Jake. Let’s get you home ok.”

“No Bobby, I don’t want to go home.” His lip began quivering as Bob carefully guided him out to his car and got him seated in the front seat. “Please don’t leave me, Bobby. I don’t want to be alone. Please don’t leave me.” He started sobbing into the sleeve of Bob’s jacket and Bob pulled him close. Jake gripped onto him like he was a life raft in the middle of the ocean and he didn’t want to let go. Bob could feel all the tension leaving Jake’s body as he cried, burying his head into the crook of Bob’s neck. The two men embraced like this for a while, neither wanting to let go too soon. When Jake eventually pulled away, he looked up at his fellow aviator with teary eyes. “Please can I come home with you, Bob? I promise not to be a dick to you and I'll try my best not to be sick in your car.” He hiccuped and for a moment Bob thought he looked like a child pleading with his parents, he looked so innocent.

“Sure thing Bud,” was all Bob could muster, helping Hangman swing his leg into the car and doing up his seat belt, before going round to the driver's side.

The drive home was quiet, Bob kept watching as Jake became more and more green but kept promising he wouldn’t be sick. When they reached Bob’s apartment, Jake was straight out of the car and vomited on the pavement outside his house. “I’m so sorry Bob,” he almost cried, continuing to wretch even though his stomach was empty.

“It’s fine Jake. Don’t worry.” Bob helped the other man up the drive and through the front door, aiming him straight for the bedroom. Jake collapsed onto Bob’s bed with a sigh while he went to retrieve a towel and bucket. When Bob returned Jake was asleep and he had to try and roll the larger man onto his side next to the bucket. He pulled off Jake’s shoes and his jeans, leaving him in his T-shirt and boxers. He looked so peaceful when he slept, Bob thought. He retreated to the door and was about to go out when Jake stirred. “Bob, will you stay with me for a while?” He called out softly. Bob stood in the doorway debating his options before agreeing and sitting beside Jake on the bed. Jake rolled over so that he had his head resting on Bob's leg. Bob tensed slightly unsure of what to do so he just sat with his arms crossed, listening as Jake talked.

“I’m so lost without her Bobby. She was my everything and we were so happy. I…” He sniffled and wiped his nose with his hand. “I don’t know what to do without her. I was a dickhead and I don’t know why. Everything just hurt so bad and I ended up losing both of them.” A steady stream of tears began following down his cheeks. Bob placed a gentle hand on the man’s shoulder, comfortingly. “I don’t know what to do.” Jake continued to talk quietly and Bob listened.

“Bob, can I get you to promise me something?” He looked up at him, the hurt evident in his eyes.

“Sure thing, Jake.”

“Promise me that if you ever love someone as much as I love her, promise me you’ll never let her go. Promise me, Bob.” More tears began to fall from Jake’s eyes and he lay his head back on Bob’s leg.

“I promise, Bagman.”

The two men continued to sit in silence until he could hear soft snores leaving Jake's mouth. He wriggled out from under his fellow pilot and made his way out of the room quietly. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he called phoenix.

“Hey Bob,” she whispered when she answered.

“Hey Nat, I’m sorry I know it's late,” he began.

“No, it's fine. Don’t worry. She’s only just gone to sleep.” He could hear Phoenix shuffling around at the other end of the phone before her voice became louder.

“She’s a mess, Bob.”

“Bob sighed, “ Yeah, so is Jake. I’ve got him at my place and all he’s done is cry since we left the bar. I don’t know what to do?”

“We need to do something. I can't keep watching them go through this.” Phoenix sighed. “I think we need to get them to see each other again. To talk through everything.”

Bob agreed quietly, trying to think of a way they could get their two friends back together.

“How about you come by my place with Bagman tomorrow afternoon? I'll get her to come over and we can see if they’ll talk to each other.”

“That’s a good plan, Nat. Thanks.”

“No worries, Bobby. It’s a date.” She laughed at Bob tripping over his words on the other. “I’m joking, Bob. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Bob laughed awkwardly. “See you tomorrow, Nat.” The two pilots hung up the phone and Bob sat on the sofa. Maybe they could get Jake and you to work through this, after all, they had the kind of love from a movie.

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[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Games and Complaints

Summary: A football game leads to another thing and Jake is on the brink of losing you.

Word count: 2.7K

Pairing:Jake seresin x pilot!reader callsign: Athena/Thena/Thia (Coyote calls her Thia)

Warning/tags: angst, Jake being jake, i dont know anything about fighter pilot training so take the info with a pinch of salt, lmk if i missed anything!

A/n: ITS TIMEEEEE!!!! HAPPY CHRISTMASSS!! I hope everyone had a great Christmas or Hanukkah (to whomever that celebrate). anyone looking forward to the new year? omg this chapter is...!!!! you guys will find out anyway. Enjoyyyy &lt;333

English is not my first language so there may be grammar mistakes. You have been warned.

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Week two of training was the most difficult for all of them. Maverick explaining the depth of the mission and its details seemed to only add to your doubt that someone may not be coming back from the mission. But also fueling into the idea that it’s downright impossible.

“...Your airspeed will be 660 knots, minimum. Time to target; two and a half minutes…”

“...Your airspeed will be 660 knots, minimum. Time to target; two and a half minutes…”

 Mission details were unfolded one by one. You glanced towards Coyote as you sat next to him, eyes wandering towards Hangman who was just cross. He looked weirdly relaxed for a mission which was probably impossible. The cold AC from above you was doing nothing to calm your shaking.

Maverick continued about how time was to be your greatest adversary and the amount of forced G’s your will be facing throughout the simulated mission before dismissing everyone into their teams for the exercise. 

“Time to target is one minute thirty, we are two seconds behind.” 

“We gotta move, Coyote, Athena.” 

You heard Bob and Phoenix warn over the radio, examining the pathway ahead of you. The sheer force of gravity pushed the air out of your lungs as you let the familiar thrill of it take over you. A good one in fact-whenever you were at a high altitude. But now at a much lower hard deck, you felt like this was the last thing you’d ever wanted to do. 

“Increase speed to 480 knots.” You ordered Coyote from behind him in the dual jet. 

“Copy, increasing speed.” Javy replied back just as he increased his speed to Bob. You looked down on the pathway ahead through the small screen, taking notice of a slight edge that was sticking out of the hill. A possible disruption that could be a problem when Javy takes a turn. But before you could issue a warning Javy pushed on the throttle to increase his speed; instantly pulling it back down as he almost made contact with the side of the hill. 

“Oh shit.”  Phoenix grunted over the radio, leaving You to look over their plane as it manoeuvred over yours, hitting the max ceiling. 

…

Everyone had taken their turns, with only Rooster managing to successfully complete the exercise without breaking any of the conditions. They sat back in the hanger, analysing where everyone had gone wrong. You were starting to zone out next to Coyote but tried to keep a straight mind and focus on Mav’s critics. Before you could fully fall asleep on Javy, he tapped your thigh softly. Gesturing to the simulation that was now playing again on the screen. 

“Why are they dead?” Mav questioned. Looking pointedly towards you and Coyote but before you could open her mouth to answer him, Phoenix piped up. 

“We broke the 300-foot ceiling. The SAMs took us out.” She explained causing Maverick to shake his head and looking back at you and Coyote straight in the eye. 

“No, why are they dead?” Dragging each word out. 

“I slowed down and I didn’t give her a warning. It's my fault.” Coyote answered. 

“Athena? Why are they dead? Was there a reason you didn't communicate with your team?” He pressed again. He knew about the systems as well as any other fighter pilot, he was once best friends with a WSO.

He had heard about your tales during your academy days through Warlock and Cyclone. The best of the best. So, for someone like you to not be at the top of your game was slightly concerning to Maverick. 

“I saw the obstruction but I didn't give a warning in time. This led to Coyote increasing and decreasing his speed in an instant. Phoenix almost crashed into us before she had to break the ceiling in order to not crash. I’m sorry, sir.” You explained yourself, adding the apology at the end to console him as if you were talking to their family.

“An apology their family will accept at the funeral.” He stated before moving onto Phoenix and Bob.

Your head was hung low as you tried thinking back to when you were completing the exercise. To anyone it would have looked as though she saw it coming but weren't fast enough to give a warning in time. But to you, it was a late reaction time. As someone who was known to have a quick reaction to almost anything, this was unusual. A turn on the terrain that you were briefed on prior to it was only the simplest of tasks that even an undergraduate would have done. What is going on with your mind?

…

Football was a weird game. Having grown up playing anything other than the most beloved sport in the country, you- to this day couldn't understand why it was called football when all you did was pass the football with your hands.

Regardless, you didn't have much of a choice as it was already decided long ago by Maverick that today was Dogfight Football day.

“Offence and defense at the same time.” as Mav put it before selecting teams. Somehow you had ended up on the team opposite to Hangman’s. Lining up in your respective positions, you locked eyes with him. Putting two fingers up to where his eyes were and then pointing them back towards yourself as you heard Hindi’s whistle go off.

Every move you made, you felt him somewhere behind, but everytime you looked behind you found nothing. 

You didn't know how long it had been since you’d started playing under the scorching heat that was beating down your backs. All you could feel was Hangman’s burning gaze in the back of your skull everytime you moved to defend. 

“Yo, Thena! Heads up!” Payback shouted from ahead of you. Pointing to Rooster who was about to throw the ball in your direction.

You successfully managed to grab the ball from him, and just as she was about to throw it to Coyote, you felt it. A growing numbness in your skull. Head throbbing as it had done countless times in the last week. You shook your head, making a run for it regardless and throwing the ball towards Coyote without a second thought. He catched it with ease as you felt some of the people move from behind you to intercept it.

A hand suddenly appeared on your shoulder, jumping back in surprise, you turned towards the person who had just scared the living shit out of you.

“Woah. sorry, didn't mean to scare ya’ there, Athena.” Mav apologised before managing to grab a distance between the two of you.

“This is probably not the best time to talk about this but do y’ have a moment?” He asked politely before gesturing you off the makeshift field that you’d been playing on.

“Is everything okay, sir? If this is about the exercise the other day, I truly didn't have enough time to react to it-”

“It's not that.” He stopped you from rambling on before it got out of control. “I read your records, you graduated as a WSO and Fighter pilot?” 

“Yes, sir.” You moved your hands behind your back, answering him curtly as you started walking back towards the beach chairs. 

“May I ask how? It's not to be rude or anything, just curious. You don't see something like that everyday on someone’s file.”

Highlighting an interest in your training was something many people had done in the past. It was true, the path of training for both statuses wasn't nearly as easy as you had thought. It wasn’t even possible when you had presented the idea to her training officer back when you were a Top Gun trainee.

“I taught myself, actually. My training instructor said it was impossible and not typical for US pilots to be trained in both. But I already had previous training in both fields from being an weapons system operator overseas as an apprentice. I passed basic and complex training programmes for them. So they let me graduate with both diplomas.” You explained, going over each detail of your training. Which led Mav to question you further as you reached the end of the wet sands where Colonel Simpson stood, hands on his hips. 

“What is this?” He questioned, looking over to the team that had Bob on their shoulders cheering for him as he made the last touchdown. 

It made you smile.

“It’s dogfight football, offence and defence at the same time.” Mav repeated what he had explained to the rest earlier. 

As Cyclone enquires further about the Mav’s game plan of making the guys a team, you moved further up the beach where Penny sat, most likely doing her taxes. 

“Hey kiddo.” Penny says as you approach the bench she was sat on. Giving you a small wave. “There is beer inside if you want any, on the house.” 

“Thank you Penny, but I’m technically working.” Slumping down across from her on the warm wood, you gave her a smile before looking out towards your friends and teammates. A solemn look on your face. 

You let your eyes scan for him. Not wanting to make the staring obvious, but failing, because at that exact moment you unintentionally makes eye contact with his green orbs. Even from a few hindered yards of distance, you could make out that damn smirk that graces his lips again, sending you a wink. 

“So, what’s up with you and Hangman?” Penny piped up, a suggestive smile on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows. 

“What? Nothing. Nothing is going on between me and Jake.” You clarified, blood rushing it’s way up your neck and ears as you felt them burn hot. 

“Didn’t look like that the other night.” That piqued your interest, looking back towards the older woman with a confused look.

“What do you mean?” 

“The man couldn’t take his eyes off you the whole night, sweetie. Unfortunately, you were far too gone to notice it that day. Looked like a kicked puppy when you left with Coyote.” She explains,

“I think you should talk to him about it.”

Your mind wanders back to that night. A blurry haze of whiskey and pool. It was true that you had feel his stare from the moment you’d stepped foot at the hard deck but it didn’t take you long before you had completely blanked out.

“Oh” was the only thing you managed to choke out before you took notice of everyone that was currently making their way back towards the Hard Deck. Sending a wave towards them, you saw Payback and Coyote making a run towards you. Immediately knowing what they were up to, you made a run for it. 

“You can’t run from us, Thena!” You heard them shout from behind you.

Running as fast as your lungs could take you. Causing them to lose your tail in the process but just as you were about to make a turn around the back entrance of the Hard Deck, you collided with hard flesh, almost losing your balance. Sweaty arms wrapped themselves around your waist as your eyes locked with marble irises. Jake. Your hands found a place at the centre of his chest as you stabled on your feet again.

“Woah there, sweetheart. Where are you off to?” Goddamn that accent was gonna be the death of you. You shook her head, as if physically trying to push the thoughts away from your mind. Refusing to speak to him, afraid that if you did- everything Penny had just told you about that night would spill like a waterfall. 

Hesitantly, you cleared your throat, attempting to get away from him but his hands stayed put at the dip of your hips, locking you in place. You resisted his touch, struggling to remove his hands from you as he trapped you between him and the unusually cold wall behind her. 

“Hangman, let go.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

He laughed at your failed attempts, there was no malice in it, but you couldn’t quite place what else it could be either.

He shook his head when you give up, crossing you arms in front of your chest. Looking up at him through thick lashes. The glowing sun that bounced off his back and the grains of sand that stuck to his chest did nothing to stop you from staring at him only made him look more heavenly. Stop it, you scolded yourself.

“What do you want?” 

“You.” 

You blinked, once, then twice, eyes widening in shock as your mouth fell open. Thinking you may have misheard him. Or even failed to hear a word or two before he said it. 

“What?” 

“I want you.”

It fell off his lips so softly that you almost melted in place. He placed a hand just under your jaw, forcing you to look him right in the eyes as he cupped the right side of your face. He looked at you with such tender and soft eyes, it made you dizzy. Heat radiating itself off his body suddenly did nothing to stop that.

You shook your head. This couldn't be happening. Not now…not when you were so close to proving yourself to him. That you didn't need him, not for the mission, not in any way.

“Jake...” His name floated out her mouth like a prayer, pleading. You tried again, to remove his touch that was burning into your skin, like it was to leave its traces forever.

You finally broke eye contact, looking down towards your feet that were buried in the sand, digging your toes further into them. Trying to ground or bury yourself in the warm grains.

“Jake, no, I can’t.” Pleading to him.

You didn't want to explain your reasoning, it was stupid, yes. But you don't wants to give him the satisfaction of doing a bigger mission without having to tell you why he left. If he had done so just before he had left, you may have forgiven him, but it’s done.

“Thena…if this is about me leaving you in Atlanta, i am so-” 

“No, Jake. You don’t get to just leave and then apologise about it later. What if we weren't invited back to fighter town for this mission? Then what? What would you have done? Came back and apologised? Would you have done that?” You questioned, anger and frustration lacing your words.

His hands dropped, head hung low as he moved a step away before you continued; “No, you wouldn't because you are Jake Seresin. You don't get to stand here and confess that you want me when you could have been a decent person and apologised when we saw each other again at the hard deck two weeks ago.” 

You huffed, vision blurring with the tears that were rolling down your cheeks in anger. You wiped them off immediately, finished with the reason as to why you were so angry at him. 

“They kicked me off the team a day after you left, Hangman.”

His callsign held no malice as it left your mouth. This caused his head to turn back up, looking at you with a frown as you continued,

“Torch had called me into his office after you left and told me to pack my bags and leave. Saying I wasn’t needed on the team because you weren't there.” 

He stood there with his feet planted into the sand. In disbelief. He hadn't known they had kicked you off the team, sure he had told Torch (the commanding officer for the mission) his reason for leaving but he hadn't expected them to throw you off the team.

But before he could open his mouth to apologise or comfort you, you moved, away towards your car that was parked just across from where you stood in the parking lot. Backing away while he still stood in front of the wall, pondering over his actions.

Snapping out of his daze, he ran after you, calling your name, telling you to stop which only made you go faster. As you got near to your car, you slowed, fresh tears still falling from your eyes. You tried to calm down.

Opening your car and locking the door. You heard frantic knocks on the window before Jake’s voice came through, muffled. 

“Thena, Open the door! I just want to talk about this! Please!”

You ignored his pleading, closing your eyes and breathing deep before you fished out the keys from your shorts pocket and started the car. The knocking only got louder and his shouting more frantic as you pulled out of the parking space. Leaving him standing in the middle of the parking lot tarmac as you drove off.

You wished you could turn back time. Back to that goddamn mission and not argued with him everytime he opened his mouth. Maybe he would have stayed, maybe then you would have told him how you had liked him for so long. Maybe this mission wouldn't be so hard on you if you had told him this years ago. Spilling all of your love out for him the second he’d showed up at your doorstep that night when Javy wasn't in town to comfort you over a break up. Maybe he would have been the one…

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[filmbyjy]

my brother’s best friend

PAIRING: enhypen x fem!reader

SUMMARY: various brother's best friend scenarios!

WARNINGS: a little mention of bullying here and there. some of these i am tempted to make them into a full fic but i unfortunately do not have enough time to do so :( maybe i might make it see first though! oh and ni-ki's part isn't heavily influenced with the brother's best friend troupe. i kinda went off the radar for his part. a little angst on jake's part but don't worry it isn't bad.

NOTE: ehem the reason why jay and jungwon’s fonts are different is bc I have a font called ‘CatLove’ and so I thought it was appropriate to use it. also no your brother isn’t any of the enhypen members….just some dude. unless you actually have an older brother than sure. imagine him(?)

WORD COUNT(total): 6K words

LEE HEESEUNG

school. you never liked it but you were forced to learn. not a single motivation could run through your veins to even get you to look forward to another school day but you still had to go.

there were these hotties of the school who so happens to be in your brother's football (or soccer) team. not even they could catch your eyes.

"i'm home!!" you called out the moment you entered home.

you walked to the living room, only to be greeted by 8 boys including your brother. you stood there shocked, a little flustered.

"welcome home, little sis. sorry, forgot to mention my friends are coming over. uhh, you can just ignore them. they'll just be in here in the living room with me." your brother explains.

you nod.

"mom said to buy dinner since her and dad are out for a trip. i ordered pizza. you can come out once the food is here."

"sure." you say.

your eyes met with one of the boys. his sharp nose, adorable doe eyes and pinkish lips. he was cute but this was your brother's best friend. you were sure there was no way you would have a chance with him.

you met the mysterious boy quite a few times and found out his name was lee heeseung. he was the same age as your brother. he played midfielder in the team, whatever that meant. you also found out he was extremely flirty. anytime, you were alone with heeseung, he'd start flirting with you for no reason.

"you know (name), i don't understand how someone as pretty as you could be single." heeseung says.

this was one of the many times he flirted with you. well, it most definitely wouldn't be the last.

"come to my game." heeseung says as he leans against the lockers next to yours. you closed the your locker.

"look, heeseung. i'm flattered but i can't go to your game when my brother is in the same team as you."

"your brother would think you'd supporting him."

"impossible. he knows i don't care about football."

heeseung sighs, "then. go for me."

"heeseung."

"i have something to tell you after the game." he hands you his jersey. "so, root for us? root for me?"

he certainly wanted you to come and as much as you were worried about your brother. you knew what your heart truly wanted.

"i'll go."

heeseung smiles, "great. see you!" you felt him pecking your cheek before running off to practice. you touched your cheek, feeling it warm up.

fast foward to game time, you had awkwardly walked over to the stands in heeseung's jersey. the problem was...his fangirls were gasping and gossiping at how you were wearing his jersey.

'is that heeseung's girlfriend?'

'i heard that's (brother name)'s sister.'

'omg that's soooo unfair. she's got the upperhand by being the captain's sister.'

yeah that's what they basically said. you settled down and the game starts. at one point during their break, heeseung spots you and smiles. your heart races. you waved at him and he waves back. your brother trails his eyes to where heeseung was looking at and he was shocked to see you.

"dude, are you and my sister-"

"not yet, captain. just hoping you'd allow me."

"ooo heeseung hyung has a crush on captain's sister." jake teases. your brother sighs.

"fine but don't hurt her and focus on the game first. we need to win this. we're loosing by 1."

"yes, captain."

game starts again after half-time and blah blah, they won. yay!

once it was done, heeseung does not care. he quite literally runs like a mad man and goes up to you. before you could even utter a word, the boy pulls you into a kiss. he hears gasps and cheers surrounding the both of you. heeseung pulls away with a little hesitation, he didn't want it to end but he knew your brother was watching so he umm stopped himself.

"i like you." he breathes out. you smiled and wrapped your arms around him.

"i like you too, lee heeseung." was what you said before you kissed him again.

PARK JONGSEONG

park jongseong, the epitome of an extremely hot boy. every girl in your grade loved him. however...

"park jongseong got into a fight again."

yeah...he gets into trouble a lot.

"not surprised. was he with his group once again?"

that same group happens to also include your twin brother. you never understood how and when he decided to mix with that type of crowd. unfortunately, he did and now he was just like jongseong.

you could smell the smoke from his cigarettes coming from his bedroom. you hated it and it made you nauseous.

"(brother name), could you please stop smoking? it's making me dizzy." you knocked heavily on his bedroom door. when the door flies open, your brother had his cigarette in between his fingers. he rolls his eyes.

"suck it up. it's just smoke." your eyes trailed into his bedroom. there sat park jongseong, sim jaeyun, lee heeseung and park sunghoon on the ground with cards in their hands. it seems like they were in middle of poker.

you sighed, "just. please open the window or balcony door wider. you got the bedroom with a balcony. can't you make use of that?"

"the cards would fly. we were in the middle of a good game."

"you are the pain of my existence."

"if i don't exist, you don't too (name)."

"if you don't exist, i could exist. i was born 2 fucking minutes earlier than you. i could've been an only child if mom's egg didn't fucking split."

you could hear his friends gasping. he rolls his eyes like a spoiled child.

"get out of my face."

"gladly. maybe you should learn how to make a come back before trying to use anything on me." you say. your brother groans and slams his bedroom door shut.

it's say to least, you've officially captured park jongseong's attention. he was attracted by you. he loved the way you put your brother in place. he also loved how you looked when you were getting all snappy with your brother. you must've forgotten that you were in your very skimpy pyjama shorts. in other words, jay was just an extremely horny teen.

the moment you shut your locker door, you noticed jay was leaning on the lockers beside yours. you ignored him and he starts chasing after you. he stands directly in front of you to prevent you from moving.

"you, me. date." jay says. you rolled your eyes.

"sorry, you may be the quote on quote 'hottest guy' in school but i'm not falling for your little game."

"what? game?" jay asks confused.

"do you guys not fuck with girls?"

"no? look we may be causing trouble but i don't go around sleeping with girls."

"well, too bad park jongseong. i simply do not have feelings for you." you tried to walk away but jay holds out his arm to not let you free.

"then, how about i court you? like umm, i try to make you fall for me."

you snickered, "you can try."

"really? okay, then. i'll do it."

"yeah, good luck with that. my brother might just allow you to do so." you sarcastically say.

surprisingly, jay does try to court you. he attempts to give you gifts, do something sweet for you. however, he does still get into a lot of trouble. you caught him once in a fight. his eyes softened just as noticed you. he was still gripping on the guy's shirt.

"dude, punch him?" your brother says. jay lets go of the guy's shirt once he spots you leaving. he chases after you. your brother yelling out for him to finish the job.

"what the fuck? he just left like that? for what? my sister?" your brother groans.

heeseung pats your brother's shoulder, "he is love with her. you know that, you'd do anything for someone you love."

"well he might turn soft because of her. i brought him up and made him who he is now. all because of my sister, he turns into some sick lover boy?"

"dude, let it go. let him be in love with your sister. it's not like he wouldn't continue being our friend. even if he changes for her, he is still jay. our friend." jake says. your brother rolls his eyes.

"if you hate it and want to unfriend jay. unfriend us too. we come as a package. we might actually leave to be friends with your sister instead." sunghoon says.

"fine. fine." your brother waves them off.

back to you. jay grabs your wrist and spins you around.

"(name)."

"you were fighting again. i thought i told you, i hate whenever you or my brother fights."

"i'm sorry."

you noticed the cuts and bruises on his knuckles. you tugged him and led him to the classroom. you grabbed the emergency med kit and started treating him.

"(name)." jay says. you sighed.

"it's been 2 months since you started courting me. you really haven't given up."

"my feelings for you are still very much there. i can't stop myself."

you looked up at him once you were done, "then don't stop."

he tilts his head, "what do you mean."

"i've caught feelings for you." you say.

and yes, jay very much does pull you into a kiss.

SIM JAEYUN

you swore your heart dropped the moment you heard your brother was friends with sim jaeyun.

like...your crush, sim jaeyun. the cute boy next door and your classmate? yeah, your older brother was friends with him. not only was he friends with sim jaeyun, he was also friends with the other 6 well-known boys.

your brother had actually been friends with lee heeseung since the start of the year because they were classmates but to think he met heeseung's friend group that included your crush? it was just nerve-wrecking.

the second time your heart dropped was when you overheard your brother on discord chatting with his friends.

"hey, jaeyun. how's that progress with the girl you like?" your brother asks. you heard the boys teasing jake.

"i just asked her out today." you heard jake say. you were clearly not the girl he was talking about because he never asked you out. which meant...he had someone else he liked. you felt...heartbroken.

you simply left after listening in and ran to your room and shut the door. now, remember when i said he was your neighbour? well, your room and his room were adjacent which meant you could see his window and he could see yours.

jake heard your bedroom room shut both from the discord call and in real life. he lifts his head up to see you crying. his eyes widened.

"hey, i don't want to pry into your family affairs but i know how protective you are of (name) but umm, she's crying." jake says.

"oh. i'll check up on her. give me like 5 minutes and i'll be back. you guys can continue playing. thanks for telling, jaeyun." your brother goes to check up on you. jake could see how you opened to door and noticed how your brother talked a little before pulling you into a hug.

jake frowns. maybe he should've gone over to comfort you instead of telling your brother.

the next day, you went to school and jake comes up to you.

"hey, umm. are you okay? i saw your brother comforting you." you hummed barely answering him.

jake was confused. usually you'd answer him. he just ignores it and simply reasoned that maybe you just didn't feel too okay still. after school, the boys were invited to your house since your brother wanted to hang out with them.

"hey, (name)!" sunghoon says when notices you coming out from your room. you gave him a small sad smile and left for the kitchen. sunghoon pouts. "what happened to her?"

"you guys know she had a crush right?"

"yeah. she used to always happily describe him and talk about him a lot. it was cute, it makes me wish i was her crush!" sunoo says.

"well, she found out her crush liked someone else so she's just heartbroken."

"what? that guy sucks. he doesn't understand how lucky he is to have (name) crushing on him!" sunghoon says.

"well, we shouldn't bring this up anymore. let her heal. i'll try my best to make her happy." your brother says. they nodded.

"(brother name), i'm gonna run to the convenience store. we ran out of snacks." you peaked your head to living room. your brother nods. you went to buy your snacks.

it was a lie though. there were still snacks in the pantry, you wanted to get out of the house since jake was there. it was suffocating for you to be in the same room as him. you did go to the park near your home for some fresh air. there was a playground there with a swing set. you sat there.

"i should've known that he wouldn't like me back. i was an idiot."

"i need to find a way to avoid him. right, how do i avoid jake." you huffed kicking the ground beneath you.

you heard someone settling on the swing next to you.

"so you were trying to avoid me." you realised who it was. you lift your head up to notice it was jake.

"what? i wasn't avoiding you."

"cut the crap. why were you avoiding me?"

"i wasn't."

"alright then. why were you planning to avoid me?"

you looked away from jake, already feeling tears stinging at your eyes. you heard the swing rustle and you felt him kneeling in front of you. you sniffled once a tear falls. jake grabs your hand.

"are you sad because your crush doesn't like you back?" you nod at his words.

"do you want me to beat him up?"

"how could you?"

"hmm?"

"how could you punch yourself?" you looked up at him.

"you like me?" jake mutters.

"for so fucking long but now i have to give that up because you love someone else. someone who isn't me. which means i have to sacrifice my feelings for you to be happy."

"how did you know i like someone?"

"you want to know how? i overheard that discord call. my brother asked how your progress with your crush went and you said you asked her out. i only assumed she accepted you."

"i only said that because i have to lie to your brother about me having feelings for you."

"you have f-feelings for me?"

"for so long, my love."

PARK SUNGHOON

your older brother was an ice skater. which meant you've been supporting him on his competitions ever since you were young. it was rare for there to be male ice skaters but that didn't mean your brother was the only one.

at a young age, you were acquainted with someone of your age. simply because well your brother knew him as well.

"(name). this is sunghoon, my best friend here in the academy. we also go to the same school! oh and he is the same age as you." your brother says.

when your eyes met with the boy, you swore you've fell in love at first sight. okay maybe at the age of 10, you were just in awe by him and how cute he looked. after all, you were still young and didn't really understand the concept of falling in love.

however, you knew by the age of 15. you were definitely crushing on park sunghoon.

you were now 20. sunghoon has gone to college so it was rare of you to really see him since he was focusing on his education more than his ice skating career. this meant, he wasn't around at all. you missed his little shy and cute smile.

"(name), i'm back!" your brother calls out. you gasp and gave him a big hug. it was finally winter break and your brother had came back from college. you too had just came back about a day earlier than your brother.

"how have you been holding with your lectures? are the modules hard?" your brother asks endearingly. you laughed.

"hey, i'm the 15 year old girl anymore. i'm already 20."

"well, of course but college is hard. as your brother, i must know so that i can cheer you up or possibly give you words of encouragement."

"you're the best (brother name)." you hugged him.

and then, you hear the door knock. your brother goes to open it. that's when you realise, it was sunghoon and well a few other boys you didn't know.

"hey! it's been so long!" your brother hugs sunghoon before hugging the other boys.

the other boys stared at you like you were some foreign object.

"oh right, boys. this is (name). my little sister. (name), that is heeseung, jake, sunoo, ni-ki, jay and jungwon."

you shyly waved at them.

"dude, i didn't know your sister was hot-" jake gets smacked by jay. sunghoon glares at the boy. your brother laughs.

"sorry about jake, he is a bit...on the party animal side. he also umm hasn't well how do i say..."

"gotten pussy." ni-ki blatantly says. sunoo smacks the younger male.

"yah! nishimura, don't just blurt things like that!"

what the boys didn't expect was for you to just laugh. it seems like you quite fit them and they loved that about you. you were as chill as your older brother.

coincidentally later on, the rest of the boys went out to buy something. which left you and sunghoon alone in the house.

"it's been a while." sunghoon says. you were kinda shocked to hear him start the conversation since he usually didn't start it.

"look at you, i see you've grown quite a bit. i guess college has taught you well huh." you teased.

"well kinda. jay and jake are usually the ones who push my introvert limits." sunghoon says. you nod.

"that's great that you're stepping out of your comfort zone. i'm gonna assume...you went to college parties?"

"one or two."

"wow, must be fun. i usually just get buried under piles of books to study." you pout. "but i'd rather get my diploma first than party."

"so you've never been to a party?" sunghoon asks.

"not at all. though my college friends do kinda force me to go but i just shrug them off and tell them i have some studying to do."

sunghoon hums, "honestly, partying was never my thing. i simply just follow jay and jake. it's quite boring really. especially with all those college girls trying to initiate something."

your heart clenches. right. there was a possibility sunghoon might have a college girlfriend while you're out here nerding your life away behind textbooks and papers.

"i see. well, i guess you're really popular with the ladies if they keep coming up to you." you nudged him. he chuckles.

"yeah but i don't really like any of them. besides..." he faces you and whispers, "they aren't you."

you swore your heart drops when you heard those words.

"what?"

"i said...they aren't you. i like you (name)."

"sunghoon." he reaches his hand out to cup your cheek.

"i really really like you."

you were melting at his words, "i like you too."

his eyes flicker down to your lips and it's like you could tell, he was asking for consent in kissing you. with one simple nod, he leans in and your lips touched his.

just then the door swings opens and reveals the boys. to which, sunoo squeals and your brother gasping. you have never pulled away so fast in your life. sunghoon blushes as he gets caught.

"I KNEW IT, YOU TWO HAVE SOME CRUSHING ON EACH OTHER!" your brother yells. guess, you'd have to explain everything to him.

KIM SUNOO

you and your twin brother have always had a close relationship. he had always made sure you'd never spilt any tears. until he was sick one day and couldn't come to primary school (or middle school).

you were left alone and so you spent your day quietly eating. however, you were suddenly pushed to the ground by some boy. he had never earned the courage to bully you because your brother was around.

"you! your brother is so annoying! he tries too hard to please the teacher!" the boy yells. you whimper and cower in fear. already shaking at the thought of being hit once again.

but before the boy could even lay a finger on you, you heard someone yell.

"yah! you! stop bullying girls! you jealous freak show! i already reported this to the teacher who makes her rounds here!"

you heard footsteps running as fast as possible and light footsteps coming up to you.

"hey, are you okay? do you want to visit the nurse's office?" you looked up. the boy holds out his hand, "my name is sunwoo but uhh usually people write my name a little funny so you can use sunoo instead if it's easier!"

from then on, you became friends with the boy. even your brother became friends with him. all because he was thankful for sunoo.

fast forward to years later, on your coming of age celebration...

"yah yah! you need to calm down on the alcohol young lady!" your brother pats your back. you smiled at him.

"(brother name), you should reallyyyy try this. it gets you all goofy and feeling warm!"

"that's because you drank 2 bottles! oh my god, this wasn't supposed to happen." your brother huffs. "sunoo, could you please bring my sister back into her room? i need to clean this place up. our parents are coming home tomorrow!"

"of course." sunoo helps to pull you up. he carefully brings you over to your bed. you giggled.

"sunooooo, you're sooooo pretty." you say. sunoo snickers.

"thank you but you're way prettier, angel."

"naurrr, you're so pretty and it's unfair. i wish i had a boyfriend as pretty as you."

"you've been hanging out with jake hyung too much." he pats your head, "and you can have a boyfriend as pretty as me, angel."

"but they won't be you!"

he hums, "you're right. they aren't me." he tries to tuck you into bed.

"babyyyyy. i don't want to sleep~" you whined. sunoo blushes.

"(name). we aren't dating, you shouldn't call me that." sunoo pats your head.

"we aren't dating?" you start to tear up and sunoo panics.

"hey, wait wait. don't cry. i just...don't want to confess to you when you're drunk. besides, this isn't a very romantic way for you to even find out i like you."

"i am not drunk!"

"sure you aren't"

"i am not!"

"alright then. if you aren't drunk, will you remember this tomorrow morning?"

"yes-" you felt sunoo's lips against yours.

did you remember it the next morning? yes. you did. was sunoo your boyfriend now? yup.

YANG JUNGWON

you had recently joined the photography club. why did you do so? well, you see you loved photography and the art of it. you were always so intrigued by the process and how they really truly captured the moment.

your older brother was in the rugby club (or american football) he was quite the star player. of course, he wasn't the only one. the whole team was. however, one particular boy had caught your eye. he was different. he didn't exactly look like he would be terrifying or even really play rugby but he proved everyone wrong when he became the captain of the team.

yang jungwon, that was his name.

one day, you were assigned to permanently become the team's photographer.

"oh look, it's you." your brother says as soon as you walked onto the grass field. you rolled your eyes.

"ah really, just when i didn't want to see your cocky face."

"funny when we both have the same parents." your brother comments.

the team simply looks between the both of you, confused. the coach of the team introduces you.

"last thing, you can probably guess. our star player here and our photographer are siblings."

"i am the big brother and she's the little sister." your brother proudly admits.

"yeah, as if that isn't obvious. your teammates aren't stupid, (brother name)."

your brother rolls his eyes. the coach laughs.

"alright alright. seems like there will be something exciting to listen to every session." your brother huffs. his teammates laughing and patting his back. "how about i show you around the place first before you start your first work for our team, (name)?"

"oh thank you."

what you fail to notice was how jungwon was staring at you.

"yo, skipper. you good there? our photographer caught your eye?" jake slings his arm around jungwon. jungwon shakes his head.

the skipper: it means captain of rugby or American football (I searched on the internet okay. google better not make a fool out of me😀)

"she's just our photographer, she's here for work so there should be nothing between any of us and her. you can be her friend but our main priority is to win the championship. no distractions."

"damn, didn't take you for being an anti-romantic. you should've just said you don't like her and end it there." jake says.

fast forward to possibly a few weeks later, you've taken a ton of photos of the boys during their trainings and competitions. it was also used in your school's website and newsletter. your name was credited just below the picture and you were happy with what you've achieved.

trainings had just ended and it started raining heavily. unfortunate for you but your brother had plans with his cheerleader girlfriend so you didn't have any way home and well you didn't have any umbrella with you. you quietly wait for the rain to become lighter. you watched the skies, it was really weirdly pretty. you took out your camera and snapped a few photos.

"isn't it just rain, why are you taking photos of it." a voice says. you get get startled before quickly realising it was jungwon. his hair was still a little wet from showering.

"oh, i guess but i think it's a little pretty. the clouds, the pouring rain. take it like a sad photo since rain is usually associated with sadness." you say. "ah, sorry. i was blabbering some nonsense wasn't i?”

jungwon shakes his head, "it's just something you're passionate about. it's alright to talk about it."

"well, i overheard you say that it's kinda stupid and lame-" you gasp and cover your mouth. "sorry." you looked away. jungwon nervously bites his lips.

"i don't think it's stupid."

"oh." you couldn't face the boy.

"look i'm sorry if you overheard that. i just never really understood why you like photography when it's just taking pictures. it's kinda boring really."

"it's okay. not everyone can like photography. this is something i've done dearly since this is only thing that shows i am my own person. rather than me being known as (brother name)'s little sister."

it was silent between the both of you.

"want me to walk you home?" jungwon asks. you looked up at him.

"no it's okay. i'll just wait until it stops raining." jungwon pulls out his umbrella and grabs your camera bag.

"come on." he says.

your heart races. that was just one encounter with jungwon, there was many more that happened after. it seems like you had been spending more time with him. sometimes he even poses for the pictures that you were taking. you jokingly scold him since it was supposed to be a natural photo of them doing their own things during training.

"let me see the photo, miss photographer." jungwon steps forward. you giggled and try to hide the camera from him.

"nooo, it's not for you to see!"

"you were taking photos of me secretly, how am i supposed to not want to see them!"

"they were taken in secret for a reason, captain!" jungwon smirks.

"in that case." he tickles you. you laughed and tried to get away from him.

"yo, cap! training is starting soon. sorry to cut your cute moment with our photographer or should i say girlfriend~~" sunoo yells. jungwon glares at sunoo.

"can you guys stop calling (name), jungwon's girlfriend? it makes me have goosebumps and not in a good way. it's disgusting to think my friend and my sister are dating."

jungwon smirks, "really, hyung? that's an interesting fact to learn about because well...you see...although she's not my girlfriend yet." jungwon lifts you from the ground and kisses you.

the whole team was cheering and yelling.

"oh my god, you go captain!!!"

NISHIMURA RIKI

dancing has always yours and your brother's dream. the both of you had always hold classes and became choreographers. it just so happens that after so long, your brother was finally able to chase his dreams. he became a trainee and was now a temporary backup dancer for HYBE.

though you didn't continue to follow your dreams, you had still were managing dance classes here and there. eventually, you yourself became a quite known choreographer. your brother made his debut shortly after in 2022. he was a backup for enhypen a few times so he became friends with the boys. he was closest with the jungwon since they were the same age.

"look at you. you've gone from being a backup dancer of ENHYPEN to an actual idol."

"hard work pays off." your brother smirks. you smiled and pat his back. you heard a knock at the dressing room door. a few heads popped in and that's when you realise, it was the ENHYPEN members.

"congrats on your debut!!" jungwon hugs your brother.

"thank you! it's been so long!"

"who is this? is she your-"

"sister. she's my little sister." you bowed.

"hello, i am (name)." you heard sunoo gasp.

"isn't she that choreographer that became really famous because she's only 17??"

you shyly smiled, "that's me."

"OOO i really loved the choreo you did to 'kill bill' by SZA! it was really a work of art!!" sunoo excitedly says. you thanked him.

"wait how did you say she was?" heeseung asks.

"17. she's 17."

you noticed a few smirks, "ni-ki san~" jake says.

ni-ki deadpans, "hyung, can you not."

you couldn't lie. you did admire ni-ki as an artist. he was a talented boy and he did kinda follow the same dreams as you. to see him this up close, you didn't expect for him to be so good looking and tall. it made your heart jump a little.

"umm, i do admire your dance style and dance a lot. you're a really great dancer." you say.

"ooo ni-ki got a compliment~~"

ni-ki blushes. he shoves jake. your brother laughs.

"okay, that's enough. thank you for coming today. i'm sure you guys are extremely busy. i have a debut stage to record soon."

"are you kicking us out (brother name)?"

"i am not. it's just...the staff are kinda rushing me and my members are quite literally staring at you guys because they need to change."

"oh my god, why didn't you tell me. this isn't professional of you, you're holding up your members from changing!"

"well we had a longer time but the staff cut it short so they need to cha-"

"save it. i'll get going. enjoy your time and don't forget to eat."

"yes, (name). i will do so. you're acting like a big sister."

"well, you were never one to take care of yourself and you overwork a lot sooo, i have to take care of you."

"such a sweet little sister." your brother ruffles your hair. he goes to look at the ENHYPEN members.

"thank you guys for coming once again."

"any time. you were always a hardworking guy and you encouraged us a lot so it's only right we come to visit you." jay says.

your phone rings, "oh, alright i'll be over soon." you end the call.

"i have to go now. classes are starting a little early today. don't forget to call me, (brother name)."

"yes (name). enjoy your time teaching the class. my little choreographer." you smiled.

after that, you never really see enhypen again. that is until, they came to your classes. you heard a knock.

"yes-" you gasp. "surprise seeing you guys today. are you the students?"

"yup, you will be our teacher for today."

"well i did get a notified from HYBE that i will be choreographing your side song so...it's great to see you guys again."

"so what have you planned for us?"

"it's still being polished but i can show you guys what i have so far."

"that would be great."

you played their song and showed what you had choreographed for it. the boys were in awe. they were so surprised that you choreographed this all by yourself.

"that's about it."

"i really don't get why companies don't come up to you and ask if you want to be a choreographer for their company." sunghoon says.

"they would have to pay top money for me." you smirked.

"that's right. taught you soooo well." jake says.

"you met her once jake. how would raise her?" jay says.

"the same way i raised ni-ki!"

so for the past few weeks of polishing and teaching the boys the choreography, it was finally able to be shown to the public. you clapped once they all finished it and fell to the ground.

"good job, boys." the staff clapped along with you. "here enjoy some drinks i bought for you while you guys were practicing."

the boys happily took the drinks. ni-ki was the last one to grab his drink, his hands linger on yours for a little longer. he winks at you before going over to sit with the boys.

now it was no surprise there was this weird tension between you and ni-ki but it was also partly because well...the both of you were secretly dating. he confessed last week and now you've been dating the boy for about 10 days now. you chose to keep it a secret because well for one, the boys would tease ni-ki and two, your brother was quick to know because jungwon and him were close.

"so did we do well?" jake asks. you giggled and nod.

"yes, you did extremely well. you executed my choreography way better than i did."

"i don't think we can do that, (name). you were the blueprint and we just added our own style." heeseung says.

"that's true which means you made it even better."

ni-ki smiles, he watches you intently. he wanted to sit next to you but sunghoon and jay were already sitting next to you.

"ni-ki, what do you have to say? we did great right?"

"yeah, we did." you smiled at his words.

"woah, what's with this staring at each other. ni-ki, (name). is there something going on between you two? something we should know of?" jungwon says. you shook your head.

"it's nothing. just an inside joke me and ni-ki have. you wouldn't understand."

"damn. this is a dancer thing isn't it! that's unfair, i wanna know about it too!" jake huffs.

the day ends quickly, enhypen went back to their dorms and you went home. you texted ni-ki making sure that it was okay to facetime him. once he says it was fine, you called him. the boy appears on the screen. he was laying in his bed.

"hi." he says. you chuckled.

"hey, boyfriend."

"never going to get used to hearing you say that."

"what do you mean, you were the one who confessed. why are you shy about me calling you boyfriend? we are dating." you say.

"YOU SAID WHAT?" you heard sunoo yell. your boyfriend gasps. "JUNGWON CALL (NAME)'S BROTHER NOW. OUR YOUNGEST AND HIS SISTER ARE DATING."

"ALREADY CALLING HIM AS WE SPEAK!" jungwon yells. ni-ki facepalms.

"i didn't know they were listening in i swear."

"it's okay. it's surprise we even managed to hide this for 10 days."

"you're right." ni-ki shyly smiles. "i umm love you by the way."

"love you too."

"YAH YANG JUNGWON, THE KIDS JUST SAID I LOVE YOU TO EACH OTHER! THIS GOING WAY TOO FAST!" sunoo yells.

yup, this was going to be fun.