#as someone who was forced to take literal music theory exams so i could do my higher grade flute exams: it is hell anyone who actually

[stormlit]

sasha thinks she's stupid. and while she's not particularly academically inclined, and is a little oblivious, she's far from it. but it really all stems from two main things in her formative years that stick with her now into adulthood. one is that she's from an incredibly high achieving, academic family, where everyone is a doctor, lawyer, university professor, or some similar profession requiring years of study. university is mandatory, doing well in school is mandatory, and her parents pushed and pushed both their kids, sasha constantly knowing she wasn't living up to her big sister's ability. sasha was always more arts-leaning, and while she was allowed to take music lessons (and a good thing too; music was her best subject in her secondary school exams and was part of the reason she got into uni at all), it was always made clear that it was a secondary tier subject, good for looking good rather than a career path.

but even when sasha tried, school just wasn't the right learning environment for her, and when her best wasn't good enough, she slowly stopped trying in a majority of her subjects. like, she was going to get yelled at/grounded anyway. and it would have been so different if her parents had cared why she was struggling, but if they ever considered whether she had ADHD or dyslexia, they certainly didn't want her labelled. getting diagnosed ADHD changed her life, but it was too late for her education. and they didn't want to focus on her depression/anxiety either, they didn't want to focus on how bullied she was. in the riley house it was all just more things that were sasha's fault, for sasha to fix, and if she didn't it was because she wasn't smart enough to work through challenges. she just doesn't learn in the school-taught way, but she doesn't know that.

but she is smart. she can pick up almost any instrument she tries. she can hear a song once and be able to play it without needing sheet music. she understands music theory, she knows how to compose, she's a decent lyricist. she understands the technical aspects of music production and how studio equipment works. she's a genuinely good photographer who understands composition and lighting and even just how to use her camera properly, how to edit without going overboard. but because it's arts and not academics, because she doesn't enjoy reading much, because she grew up as the stupid one, she doesn't believe it. and nobody has told her otherwise. if they did, she probably wouldn't believe it anyway (but they should still try).

[sagessoftwings]

Hello!! May I request a JJK and Demon Slayer matchup please? Thank you in advance!

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Hello! I'm Estelle or Aster. I'm 18 years of age, a psychology student, and my pronouns are : He/They. I'm also Poly-Panromantic Asexual.

I'm an introvert who barely goes out, I usually stay in my room reading manga/manhwa while listening to music. I have social anxiety so I don't do well with a lot of people, especially if it's a crowd of strangers. Though, I have noticed and am quit grateful for, I have very low presence so most of the time, people around me doesn't notice I'm there at all, even if I walk in front of them, they don't notice nor see me at all.

I'm very quiet and awkward at first but once I warm up to someone, I can be pretty loud and shameless. I swear a lot, I tend to hug or have any sort of physical contact with my friends, and I make a lot of sexual and dark jokes.

I'm an indoor person, which means I'm not athletic at all. I enjoy watching sports but I don't enjoy doing them. I do play a lot of board games though, if you count that as a sport.

I'm a night owl who stays up until 3 AM in the morning and I'm usually dancing to K-Pop songs during those hours or coming up with weird ideas or thoughts ( Like those shower thoughts ).

Apart from all that, I am a kind and caring person, friendly too but lately I'm very cautious over making friends because I care too much that it ends up hurting me instead. I commit a lot to friendships and relationships, and I'm usually the therapist friend. I just care a lot and love a lot that I end up bottling up my own problems so that I wouldn't bother anyone. I have self-esteem issues and constant negative thoughts of myself, I cope by making jokes about it though. I do have a short temper and I tend to ghost or push people away when I'm angry. I love playing pranks on people, as well as having deep conversations about fandoms and making theories and such. I like to think I'm a chill person who, when left alone, can be weird ( talking to myself, doing strange dramatic acts, etc. ) Oh, I hate failing, so I work hard to win whenever I can. Be it on games, competitions or school exams, I don't like failing. It doesn't matter if I didn't win first place, as long as I didn't fail. I'm a passionate lover and friend ( though, I tend to call people I love and care for, a bitch, but lovingly 💗 ) Also, I suck at cooking, I'm only good at arts & crafts.

My style is completely androgynous.

My ideal type is someone who's willing to take the time to understand me and to be patient with me. I love a lot and will shower you with affection but I have moments where I need to go into hibernation from socializing so much because it physically and mentally pains me if I force myself to socialize more than I already have. My love language is physical affection, corny/cheesy flirts, and overly affectionate words. I will literally write you a long ass paragraph, declaring my love for you. I'm very supportive, so I want someone to support me too. Free of judgement as well. Also, communication is something I hold very strictly in relationships. If you don't want to communicate with me, we're done. I hate misunderstandings, so please be open with me. I won't rush you but don't hide it from me forever.

Hi hi my love!! I love your name it’s so cool 😪 anywho I hope you like your matchup <33

Warnings: sexual content (aged up), cursing, and fluff

For JJK I ship you with: Yuji Itadori!!

Yuji is the guy for you if you like a chill manga reading sesh

He’ll set his whole place up for the two of you with lofi music on the tv, candles and mood lighting and snacks

He really out did himself with this one bestie, It’s little things he does to try and show you how much he loves you

Yuji is the sweetest, especially when you two first meet and he could tell you were the type not to open up right away so he took the first step to let you know he was rlly interested in you

Yuji loves to just sit around and watch dumb videos with you, he also plays a lot of video games and likes when you sit on his lap and he’ll even teach you how to play if you want

I feel like Megumi would be his room mate and constantly have to tell you two to shut up while you two dance battle to k-pop

Yuji likes to sit on the bathroom floor while you take a shower and you two just have like weird ass conversations

He’ll join though if you want him too, he won’t tell but he secretly hopes you ask him to join you in the shower

He definitely has those crayola washable shower crayons to give you feel detail on why aliens exist and they truly don’t want anything to do with us

Yuji always notices that your perceived as the ‘therapist friend’ so he typically will pull you into his lap and ask you if your genuinely okay and if there’s anything on your mind

He cares so much he just doesn’t wanna see you unhappy

Yuji and you are constantly playing pranks on Megumi and Yuji has considered making you two a YouTube channel

Yuji always makes sure he sends you ‘Good Morning Handsome’ texts if you aren’t spending the night at his place

Yuji specifically bought one of those headlamps so when you two have random late night theories he can pull his ‘Theory Book’ out (which also double as his private diary which has a lot of thoughts about you in it ;) )

Yuji has always, since day one, put so much effort forth to understand every single thing about you he just adores you so much and honestly doesn’t wanna lose you

Yuji is the least judgmental person on earth, I mean this mans fkn farted on Megumi's pillow to really test if it gives people pink eye (it does)

He likes to send you stupid flirty (lokey cringy) vids while he’s not with you and be like “Haha I wanna fuck you so bad ahhh autocorrect I meant good morning-”

Mans pulls up with a notepad and pen and stares into your soul then be like “what pet names you like??”

If he gets drunk he will spam you about what he loves about you

If you get into a disagreement he will try everything in his power to just talk it out with you cause you can’t leave him now… he got you matching build- a-bears :(

Smutty Smut-

SUCH A GIVER, if you even try to give him head before he gets to you mans will tie you up “You always come first… no pun intended”

He makes everything so fun and carefree like yes it can be serious sometimes but he wants to make sure your feeling good and having a good time

LOVES TO KISS YOU THIGHS AND LEGS

He’ll sit between your legs with them thrown over his shoulders and just suck at bite at your pretty legs

His moans are so pretty but he can get kinda embarrassed so please tell him he sounds pretty

Bestie don’t be surprised if Sukuna pitches in too, he might be a million year old curse but god dayum shawty you is a fine one

Yuji has a HUGE stamina so babes your insides will be obliterated so you will need a wheelchair

Yuji likes to give you kisses while his hand uses Sukuna’s mouth for something better than being an asshole

After Yuji has cleaned you up and kissed over all the marks he left behind he’ll always pull you into him and tell you how well you took him

For Kny I ship you with: Genya Shinazugawa

HE IS SO UNDERRATED

Genya loves to stay in with you and will make you baked goods while you chill and read mange

AND HE’S SO CUTE, he’ll come up and cuddle next to you and always ask what’s going on in your manga, he’s so invested in you and your interests I’d die for him

Genya quite literally couldn’t get a word out when you two first met it was his brother that had to say “hey my dumb ass of a brother thinks your really handsome and would like to ask for your number”

MEANWHILE HE JUST GIVES YOU A LIL WAVE FROM ACROSS THE ROOM

Genya can always use a hug and never fails to give that amazing bear hug squeeze

Please teach him to dance, he trips over his own feet

He will however always stay up late with you to dance and he’ll even practice when your not there

You once went over to his and Sanemi’s apartment and saw him doing a lil dance routine in the kitchen while making sandwiches

Like Yuji, Genya will sit on the bathroom counter and talk to you

Genya is so cute, he has a problem with staring at you and just going “You’re so beautiful my dove”

YOU AND HIM PULL PRANKS ON SANEMI CONSTANTLY HAHAHAHAHAHAH

Sanemi has definitely thought about getting a restraining order on the both of you

Genya is the last person in the world to be judgmental towards anyone unless someone deserves it

Genya is like literally the best with communicating his feeling like this mans has the softest spot for you

-Smutty Smut-

He is so freaking gentle with you, his rough callused hands will drag over every point on your body with such a feathered graze and he’ll look up with the FATTEST blush and be like “is this okay?”

But if you want it rough mans won’t hesitate

His aftercare is phenomenon and if you want something cooked he won’t falter to run to the kitchen and slave away

Such a innocent soul but please teach him to kiss, you’re his first and genuinely doesn’t know what he’s doing

Please tell him sweet nothings while he thrusts into you, tell him he’s pretty and such a good boy HE’LL GO FERAL

His biddies are also very sensitive so don't be shy, give em a kiss kiss

He likes to place one hand on your cheek while his forehead rests on yours when he cums

Genya always puts a cold glass of water on your side of the bed when he’s done cleaning you up

He’s so warm so great for after sex cuddles

[multiverseofimagines]

Hi, I can have ship of Queen and Bohap boys, please? I'm Brazilian. I have 24 yrs, 5'9, eyes and hair light brown, chubby & I wear glasse as. Geminian, moon in Sagittarius n rising in Leo. I like any kind of music, classical to current pop and I love history, occultism, astrology, esotericism, philosophy, religions and magic. I am serious, I can laugh at anything, I'm grumpy, I'm fun. I have introvert personality and I am very shy, l with people I know, I am outgoing and talkative! Please xxx

I ship you with.....

Brian and Joe

For Brian

I feel like you would meet Brian while in University.

You both were in most of the same classes together.

The only issue was that you were struggling in your AstroPhysics class.

You knew who you had to ask. He was the smartest in the class, and everyone asked him for help.

The only issue was that he would usually say no to those people. You had no idea why, but you need him, his help.

After class you stopped him outside the doorway, “ Brian, can I talk to you for a minute?” He was confused, you had never really spoken before, so why now?

“ What’s going on?”

“ I need your help with classes, I’m failing and you know Mrs.Smith, she refuses to be any help.”

Brian looked at you conflicted, “ Please. “ You begged, looking up at him.

“ Okay, alright.” he nodded and smiled.

And that was the beginning of long nights studying, and spending time together. Soon enough you became somewhat friends, going to see his Band every weekend and becoming friends with his mates.

He then asked you out the night before your final exam, admitting that he had felt something for you ever since, even before you had asked him for the help. He would take glances at you, looking upon your beauty. You didn’t know it until then but you had done the same.

Extras

Friends to Lovers exellence. I can just imagine you two having the cutest study dates in Uni and helping eachother all the time.

Cheating off of one another any chance you get.

Helping Roger with his homework all the time.

Staying up late and climbing onto the rooftop, talking about the stars and theories.

Brians nickname for you would 1000000% be “ Stardust” It would be at the beginning of every letter he wrote to you whilst on the road.

I could imagine you guys naming your kids after Greek Gods and Godesses. It would just be so ethreal.

Freddie loves you guys so much. He really belives that the two of you were made for one another.

For Joe

Joe definitely wasn’t the smartest in the room, but he sure was talented.

You’re not sure why you took on the role, you had never acted in your life, nor was it something you dreamed of doing.

It was as simple as; “ Just for fun.”

It was a short, bullshitting about some fake “scientific history” of Galaxy, Atoms and Soulmates.

Aka the cheesiest shit in the universe. But you had the voice for it, the intimidation of pure excellence and genius seething off of your tongue as you howled the script across the room. It wasn’t realistic, nor was anything in it true. Soulmates were inplausible, nothing but a myth. You wanted so badly to yell out “ Who wrote this shit?” but continued on anyway.

After rehearsal, you began walking back to your dressing room. Only to slam into a tall body, almost knocking you off your feet. You looked up at the face that had owned the torso you’d just bumped into. His hair was fiery auburn, his eyes a beautiful hazel color, looking into you with question.

“Im- so sorry-“ You began to apologize.

“ Aren’t you the main actress? You did amazing!” Your heart panged at actress. It wasn’t something that you had wanted to do but for some reason when he had said it, it made everything in you flutter.

He helped you walk back to your dressing room, taking the extra things you had in your hand. “ So what do you do?” You asked, the two of you still walking down the long corrodors of the venue.

“ I’m the writer.” You couldn’t help but laugh, it seemed too good to be true. His smile faded and he stopped, “ What’s funny?” He asked.

“ Well its just- you know none of this is real right? Soulmates- The theory of atoms being so close at some point that when they were seperated it causes them to come back together?? It’s unlogical.”

He scoffed and smirked down at you, “ It’s not about if its logical. It a story of hope, of true love. The fact that someone was made for you and you were made for them. You really need to get your head out of what they teach you in school about the stars, because there is always something that we as a human race don’t know about. And you my friend, won’t know anything about love until it hits you in the face.”

Extras

After that whole fiasco with Joe in the hallway, you realized that he was right. Your entire life had been based around science for the longest of times. Concrete evidence. But when you had met Joe it was as if a fire had lightened itself inside of you.

You realized that magical things can happen in mysterious ways, ways that you would never be able to explain.

Teaching Joe about zodiac signs and astrology because he’s literally clueless.

Joe constantly relating everything to “ Star Wars”

“ So like in Star Wars when the force-“

“ No Joe.”

You started to practice magic and became super eclectic and though Joe would love that you had opened up to such a unique way of life he would be so confused all the time.

“Why is there-? Crystals on the windowsill?”

“ What are all these jars for????”

“ YoUrE gOnnA bUrn ThE HoUse DowN”

It was hilarious, and sometimes he would join in on whatever antics you would be doing, because in the end he loved you. He loved when you would give him a crystal as a present, telling him what power it possesses, he loved when you would ask him to grab the weirdest things from the grocery store, he loved that you finally believed that there was such thing as destiny. Because you, were his destiny above all else.

This was really bad, I’m so sorry. I hope you enjoyed it somewhat though!!

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

y’know the one thing I hated while I was doing my arts degree, and still hate after having graduated from it, is the condescending statement/belief from people that “oh why didn’t you just do a more useful degree like maths or science???? and not your useless bullshit mickey mouse arts degree, which was never intended to give anyone jobs outside of teaching, anyway!” or some other horrendous bullshit, such as: “why didn’t you just stay with communication & media studies and complete the marketing & PR major???? you would’ve had a job after all of the unpaid internships you do throughout the course!” or whatever. (media and communications is abbreviated to m&cs further down in this post, just an fyi).

but, meredith. do you know that even people with science & maths degrees struggle to find meaningful work that’s related to their degrees? do you know that some of those people will turn to teaching anyway just because they feel like there’s nothing else that they can do??? do you know that some people (mainly me and probably quite a few others) just can’t handle maths past like idk year 6 level??? I would’ve been completely and utterly fucked if I even tried to set foot in first year uni science or maths subjects. even though some of the content did interest me.... (also there’s the fact that my handwriting wasn’t good enough for diagrams etc etc in maths & science- but that’s a whole other topic not for this post).

like I had to totally skip out of psychology/sociology and even the PR major, bc they required you to do statistics subjects.... where no matter what level of study I would’ve/could’ve done for those subjects, i would’ve still failed them spectacularly because my mind really struggles with processing and working with numbers. but that’s besides the point.

hey earl, do you know some people simply do not suit particular fields of “real world” or “practical” study areas like business subjects? trust me. I tried that one sem of marketing 101 and intro to management/ business communications in first year. and you know what I found? that my mind just could not take the complete and utter dryness of the content of marketing theory and, again, numbers. and that’s despite the earnest encouragement of my tutor, who thought I had a knack for marketing. i literally almost fucking died in that business communications subject... even though the lecturer seemed to like me as well. but as i thought further ahead into my degree in comms & media, i dreaded it. I absolutely fucking dreaded it. the PR stuff sounded as equally dry & boring (besides the point that every project was group work lmao) and so did upper level marketing subs in advertising/marketing strategy/various fields of marketing etc etc. i couldn’t stomach that lmao. and besides the point, the analysing of media just bored the fuck out of me too, for some reason. I just didn’t like the subject. hell, even my advanced diploma in marketing from business college was a fucking hard slog for me.

but when i sat in my english, philosophy, (kind sorta) history and -further down the track- creative writing subjects.... I fucking loved them. I was writing like I’d always wanted to. okay yes I did get pretty dismal marks in most of my philosophy and english exams or assignments. but I don’t fucking care. I was there doing what my mind was built for. if id tried another business subject, like intro to economics or even gone back to redo that “intro to management”/“business communications” (or whatever it was called) as an elective/as electives, i probably would’ve dropped out of either of them in the first 2 weeks. whenever i read those subject descriptions, they literally put me to sleep.

also, for the media and comms point. do you know that there’s loads of media & comms students that don’t get jobs because there’s just such a HUGE intake of students in those courses??? do you know that that the most popualr field in that degree stream (at least when I started that degree at my local home uni in 2015) was journalism & professional writing??? where literally EVERYONE was aiming to be a journalist????

I was one of the very, very few people when I began in media and comms, to outwardly say that she was there to do marketing or maybe the marketing & PR double major.... and everyone looked at me as if I was insane. “why don’t you want to be a journalist? I think journalism is so cool and that I’m more likely to get a job in that than you are in marketing or PR. you actually engage with real people in journalism and do meaningful stuff with the community!” was one of the utterly dumb responses I sometimes got from people in that course, when I told them the above. but you know what kelsey, or, trent? neither one or any of us are “more likely” to get jobs in media & comms... when you’re both competing against people with “proper” straight journalism degrees who might have more media experience than you- if you didn’t do an internship or do some uni newsroom/magazine or whatever.... or maybe more streamlined (if that’s the right word) media &comms degrees.... as well as generally competing against each other, in the same field, for the fucking same exact jobs. while im competing against commerce students doing marketing and PR and people doing the PR & marketing major in m&cs.

also in relation to the above, doing multiple unpaid or even severely underpaid internships in journalism, or even marketing, probably won’t fucking secure your chance of getting a bloody job, adam. just shut the fuck up. those internships may have helped you. but they most likely won’t help most people, theresa. because there’s only a tiny freakin chance that the place that they worked for will actually give them a guranteed job at the end of their internship’s timeframe or at the end of their whole degree. it’s a fucking scam lmao.

and plus, (not to be as rude as you were to me).... but why the FUCK would you want to go into journalism.... when it’s been debased so fucking much by media outlets like buzzfeed; writing nothing but clickbait bullshit listicles.... and is polluted by internet virality.... so much so, that more than half of the people my course had the career goal of being a viral youtuber or an instagram influencer???? like i’m sorry. this is a dumb asf course, no matter the field you’ve chosen to study.... and there’s no way that a single one of you will be a successful viral youtuber or an instagram influencer???? what on fucking earth led you to believe that????

like no offence. but there’ll only be a lucky, lucky, lucky few who get to be the next jennamarbles, ray william johnson, pewdiepie, lily singh, tanya hennessy, jeffree star, james charles, etc etc.... or hell, even friendlyjordies (if you want some satire & politics). and for instagrammers.... idek know them. someone list some instagrammers lmao. but my point still stands.

being an influencer or youtuber- both with huge followings- is a fucking pipe dream- as much as me being a hugely successful author is. it only goes to the insanely lucky, lucky few who have the right connections and the right digital savviness/finesse to grow to be uber successful.... or who started super early, before it was even considered a job title (like jenna mourey/marbles and ray william johnson listed above, and several others not listed who have big fan followings on here) and eventually grew to be the first original titans of the youtuber job title.

or again, they already have some type of other successful media career (like tanya hennessy is an aussie radio announcer. jeffree star had a short lived myspace music career in the late 000s mostly, and made cameos in emo music videos and LA ink at the time also, for example) so that they can successfully fund their youtube channels and/or instagrams as side projects or whatever, as part of their media portfolio.... and they also know how to engage and grow follower bases etc. because they already have an existing one. so it’s twice as easy for them.

tbh i actually entered the m&cs course bc of my use of this hellsite and all the weird trends it had and stuff.... but I eventually got over that as I realised that I just did NOT fit into that field of study. I realised I was too shy... and I also just hated the fact that I had to learn how to use twitter and wordpress and probably eventually snapchat & instagram 😂

i had also gotten sick of follower counts and “growing a following”- considering that by 2015, I’d hit over 3,000 followers on here, I think.... and I realised just what energy and time it took to build this blog.... and my followers.... that I just didn’t have the energy to expend on other platforms for the same thing lmao. like it seemed like more wasted time. I was tired. in addition to that, i also realised that i didn’t want to waste my whole fucking career on the internet worrying over a business’s/company’s multiple corporate social media channel follower counts and image etc.... when i’d done enough of that for myself on this hellsite lmao. doing that stuff with other students in the m&cs course seemed fake asf, especially when it came to giving feedback comments etc lol.

but do you know that one place where you don’t have to give a flying fuck about followers, post views/comments, and blog views? philosophy and english. lmao 😅. no one gives a fuck what you say. unless, of course, you have the evidence and the force of argument to back your pov up. that’s what I was about and am still about. I loved reading and analysing the many books I had to read (contrary to the complaint posts that I made on here lmao)- whereas learning about media and who owned what and how media is manufactured- just made my brain freeze. and although I didn’t do my readings in philosophy (lmao)- i enjoyed a good bulk of the content I had and the issues it involved. doing media & journalism subjects in the m&cs degree, on the other hand, terrified me, bc it meant I had to get in front of a camera and speak- which also scared me bc i look & sound terrible on camera lmao 😂. but I didn’t have to do that almost throughout the entirety of my arts degree (im obvs not counting class presentations in this lol). but do you get my point???

and also the teaching comment. don’t get me wrong, i know a good bunch of people go into teaching after their arts degrees... including many of my friends; and a load of the people I was in my arts degree with. but that is mainly because with other degrees like journalism or media & comms or whatever other fields that they overload into uni arts departments- have taken our job titles away, in a sense....

so, then you’re practically forced to either go into teaching, or go into something outside of your expertise; like idek human resources management/a MBA via a masters.... or, again into something like librarianship via postgrad study- so, that for the love of fucking god- you have a job title to whack next to your name-!!!-instead of just “arts graduate” or “english major” or “philosopher” that all mean fuck all. and that’s because those labels sound vague, unhelpful, undefined and useless; as that’s opposed to something like “teacher” or “librarian” or even “information specialist”. all those titles/labels sound defined, and have actual useful concrete skills: like coding, database creation and maitenance & information retrieval (amongst other things), for a librarian/an information specialist, for example. these skills are then translated into something that you can physically demonstrate to people.... unlike with philosophy and english where people perceive that it’s just “all in your head” and “doesn’t produce anything worthwhile” bc of your very obvious skills that everyone has of communication and writing. like idk. anyway.

anyway here’s my rant for november.

[sunnyborabora]

You put a spell on me (Jimin x Reader) Chapitre 1

Y/n bears a heavy secret that she can’t share. Isolated and lost she is forced to move to another city for her protection. The only thing she wants is to discover what happened to her family and maybe staying alive. But in a world full of wolf it’s difficult not to feel like a lamb. 

Warning: social anxiety, angst (nothing much really), Jimin is a soft boy

First chapter of a new serie in the same universe than Alpha! I am really excited about it! You don’t have to read Alpha to read this serie but it would be great to have all the details of the story. Love you all ~

Jimin was not really captivated by his class. Theory wasn't his specialty. He was good at dancing, he liked it more than anything. And it was what he wanted to do with his life. Except it wasn't always the case. Even as a dance major he had to know some theory. Dance history was usually a subject he liked, but he could not concentrate this time. He was looking for Hoseok, he was unable to spot the red hair man. He was feeling alone, and it had not happened in a long time. Being surrounded by a lot of friends had become usual for him. Sometimes it was even vital. But his friends were really busy. Yoongi was graduating this year and was busy studying for his exam, Namjoon was a member of at least a thousand association and it was taking him all his free time, Taehyung was trying to make a portfolio as a photograph and was chasing models, Hoseok was the leader of their dance crew and had a thousand things to do because of that. He had not seen Jungkook in a long time. Well what was a long time for him. The boy was spending all his time with his new girlfriend, the alpha girl he had met at the grocery store. Jimin had nothing against her. She was actually a nice person, a good alpha and her aura was making him feel safe and relax, which was a thing that never really happened when he was near alpha that wasn't his friends. But the truth was there. She was stealing his best friend. His Jungkookie. And even if he felt like he was not supposed to be jealous, at least not for the reason he was, he was still jealous. In fact, he could not believe Jungkook had found an alpha before him. The kid had been an omega for three weeks, and he already had a girlfriend that cared and was ready to do anything for him. The worst was that Jungkook never wanted this. He never wanted to be an omega. He didn't want to have a girlfriend or a boyfriend. But it was all Jimin wanted. In the opposite of the maknae, Jimin had always enjoyed being an omega. He knew since he was a child it was what he would be. He was soft, caring, and wanted a big family he could spoil and protect. But he never had chance with any of his partner. He had no problem with finding companionship for his heat, it was in fact pretty easy. Finding someone he would love was almost impossible. He was maybe too romantic. He was in love with the simple idea of falling in love. If it wasn't love at first sight he was not interested. He knew it was stupid, but he could not help it. He was almost falling asleep when his eyes fell on a girl. She was sitting alone on the side, no one was sitting near her, as there was a security perimeter around her. He didn't recognize her, he had not seen her anywhere before. Which was weird because he was sure he knew everyone in this class. He kept looking at her, curiously, almost getting caught staring as she turned around a few times. She was pretty Jimin thought. Maybe she was a new student. He should go at the end of the class talk to her. She might use some company as she seemed as lonely as him right now. He smiled at the idea of making a new friend. The class was over and as he was turning his computer off, he saw her almost running out of the class. He tried to pack faster, with a bit of luck he would find her in the corridor. But she wasn't there. Deception took over him. He really was disappointed. He didn't know why this reaction. But he knew he would have like to meet her. You almost yeeted out of class at the end of the hour. Not that you felt uncomfortable, because at this rate you never really felt comfortable, but you could feel it. Someone was looking at you. When you were turning around nobody was watching you. But you knew, wolf were sneaky. You didn't want anyone to come and threaten you or worse try to befriend you. You walked through the corridor not really knowing where you wanted to go. In fact, you were supposed to go to the library to work on an essay but you had no idea where it was. And it was not possible for you to ask anyone. Last time you asked for direction the girl had come back a day later telling you that you should not bother to talk to her ever again. Apparently she thought that you were just on suppressant, so when she learned that you weren't a wolf... You weren't expecting it would be that bad. At least the girl who was supposed to help you was nice. Actually she was more than nice. A sweetheart really. But she couldn't be with you all the time so you had to go  through this alone. You stopped walking, you didn't know where you were going so it was useless. You were praying in your head that the goddess would send you a sign. Anything that would lead you right to the library. « Excuse me ? » You turned around almost having a heart attack. It was a man, maybe the same age as you, a bit older maybe. He had a nice smile, a dimple pocking his cheeks. « Are you new ? You seem a bit lost. » It was awesome. You probably looked like a dumb ass. « Yeah... Actually I am looking for the library. But I don't know where it is. » He smiled again. « Don't worry. You are not far away, it the staircase on the left, just keep walking through this corridor ». You smiled at him ready to leave. « Hey I am Namjoon by the way. I am a philosophy major. And you ? » You blinked a few time. « I am Y/n. History major. » Someone called him behind him. He turned around before telling you. « Well I hope you'll find the library. See you Y/n ! -See you Namjoon » your words hang in the air. He was already gone. You did as he said and indeed you find the library. You tried not to look too mortified. You were just uncomfortable with men. The first man you saw was the wolf who come pick you up from the place you were waiting when you ran away from home. You were not used to society as you had grown in a coven. Thanks god you were not like some of those hermits type of witches and you had received an education. Trying not too much to think about how you ended up here, you sat down and opened your book. You choose to study history because it was the subject you liked the most and you had the most knowledge about. It has been interesting so far, even if you thought it was very « wolf centered ». It must be that to be the dominant in society. Even history couldn't resist. You tried to stay as far away from other students as possible, you knew that by now, probably everyone knew who you were. It may have been a big university, people were talking. Happily no one has tried to talk to you. Yet. You finished your essay pretty fast, not that you were a specialist in story of Salem and trial of what people from the time called « witches ». You were putting one of your book back on its shelf when someone coughed behind you. You turned around to see a boy around your age. He was smiling at you gently. You didn't know this dude, and as soon as you looked into his eyes you knew something was off. But could you really say anything as every man was sending shiver down your spine. The fear of the unknown apparently. Maybe the fact hat you could literally see people's aura and were sometimes totally linked to their emotions was making you a bit antsy. He genially seemed like a good person. « Hey ! I am sorry if I scarred you, I am Jeahyun, we are in the same history of music class. -Oh. Well I am Y/n... -I know, he said, everyone learned who you were those last few days since you arrived ». Awesome. Exactly what you wanted. « So you were studying ? -Yeah I just finished one of my essay. I was leaving. -Oh... Sorry if I am bothering you. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me. I mean some of my friends are doing a small party and I just thought it would be cool if you'd agree to go. You could make some friends as you are new and everything. » It was actually nice of him. He didn't seem to be repulsed by you or anything. But there was no way in hell you would come with him. « Sorry. I am supposed to meet friends tonight. -Really ? That's cool you already know people. » You felt like he was doubting your words. Did you like that clueless of any human interaction ? « Yeah. Nari is my friend. -Nari ? The music major alpha ? -Yeah. » He simply nodded smiling gently as he accompanied you to the exit. You were so hyper aware of Jaehyun presence that you didn't even watch where you were going. You bumped into someone the firm body almost making you fall over. « Y/n are you okay ? » you heard Jeahyun asked. But you were too stunned to answer right away. The hand of the stranger was wrapped around your wrist to stabilize you. His contact was so warm. His skin almost too hot to handle as it was touching yours. It was not painful, but it was warming up your entire body. It was something you've never felt before. No magic had never had this effect on you. When you finally looked at him you almost were blinded. You've never seen such an aura. He was surrounded by bright orange and soft pink, the power of it almost too much for your eyes. It was suiting him perfectly, the soft hue of orange highlighting his soft features. He looked like an angel. He let go of your arm in what seemed forever even if it only has been a few seconds. « Hey Jimin -Oh Jahyun. I did not see you. » Jimin was a wolf from what you could feel. You were not excellent with dynamics so you had no clue what he could be. They discussed for a minute, letting you the opportunity to recompose yourself. The contact you had with the wolf had shaken you a bit harder than it should have. Jimin turned towards you. « Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. -No it's me. Sorry. » He bowed down a little before leaving you alone with Jaehyun. You could not stand watch him go away so you kept your eyes on your feet. « Are you okay Y/n ? -Yeah I am fine ! I am going to return home, I am a bit tired -No problem, let me walk you to your car » You let him do, not really feeling like being alone right now. Jimin just wanted to give back some books. He was already two weeks late, and he didn't want to own even more money to the university library. He had a pretty shitty day after the pretty girl from his first class ran away. He kept thinking that maybe it was his fault, she saw him looking and got scared and just ran away. He kept scolding himself, that it should not be this important. But it was. He was entering the library, sighting from exhaustion, adjusting his backpack on his shoulders, not looking where he was going. He felt the collision reacting just in time to avoid the other person to fall. He grabbed their arm, helping them to stabilize. The electric current that started through his body at this moment was something he never experienced before. He looked up surprised, his heart beatting incredibly fast. It was the girl from before. The one who ran away from him this morning. She was prettier than he had imagined. Freeking beautiful. Her scent was sweet and the moment he smelt it, it sended his wolf in a frenzie. That wasn't normal. It never happened before and it wasn't supposed to happen. He let go of her arm as fast as he could, his wolf crying inside, but his heart finally slowed down. « Hey Jimin. » It was Jaehyun, they were in some class together. They were not really friend, but he was genially a good guy. « Oh Jaehyun I didn't see you. -Yeah, it's been a while. How have you been? » Jimin didn't want to have a discussion right now. « Well you know. Midterms had been kicking my ass. -Yeah everyone can relate to this. The girl was clenching her hand on her shirt, avoiding his eyes as much as she could. Could it be possible that she was feeling it too ? « Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going » he said trying to make her look at him. « No it's me. Sorry. » She finally looked at him and Jimin stopped breathing again. If he was going to have this reaction every time she was around it was going to be difficult. He bowed down cutting off the visual contact and left. He needed to leave. « Are you okay Y/n ? -Yeah I am fine ! I am going to return home, I am a bit tired -No problem, let me walk you to your car » His heart clenched as he was walking toward the library main desk, getting away from her more and more. You arrived at home after a long bus ride. Jaehyun has been shocked when you told him you didn't have a car. Apparently every student had a car. You really should get your driving license, the thing was that you had no idea how to drive and had to learn absolutely everything. Were you really that motivated ? Not really. You lived in a small apartment not far away from Nari's home, her father wanting you to be close. The only thing that you hated was the seven floor you had to climb all those stairs when the elevator was out of order like tonight. You didn't felt anything until it hit you. A wave of magic, powerful magic. You started running up the stairs hoping to meet the source of that power. But when you arrived at your apartment door, at the last floor, breathless and sweaty, there was nothing. You sometime wished to have super senses like sens of smell. It was so useful to detect anyone even when you couldn't see. You opened the door of your apartment. Nobody was there. « You’re crazy ». The fact that was that you never really were used to loneliness. Growing up in a coven meant never being alone. You enjoyed solitude, at first. Now it was more ponderous than anything. You still had no friends tho, and had no idea how you were supposed to do that. You apartment was small, like every student apartment. You had been very lucky than the pack authorized you to stay here alone. At first, you were scared you had to stay recluse in the pack house. Not that you were not comfortable with wolves but you were really not. You chase that idea from your head before it caused you more anxiety. You decided to go to bed early, not wanting to stay awake more. The only serenity you could feel was when you were sleeping and then lately even in your dreams it was almost impossible to find peace. And this night didn't do any exception. If you had not found any rest those past few days it was because of a dream. The exact same dream every night. You were condemned to relive the night you ran away from your home. A thud echoed in your entire house, no one seemed to care. You had staid awake to finish studying. Everyone was asleep. Except they weren't. Even if you knew what was going to happen, it was still the same feeling. Fear, devastating sadness. But everything happened so fast, and everything you can feel now is the sensation of the fire, fire everywhere. Flames were licking the wall of your house, blocking your way to the stairs. Maybe it was seeing the dead body of your parents again and again that was starting to be difficult. The same feeling was creeping in your body. Even if you knew what you were gonna see, tears were still streaming down your cheeks. Your body was frozen even if all you wanted was to run. But the thing with those dreams were that you were bounded to do the exact same things than that night. This is where your body started to move. You ran to your room, and like every other time you trip over something and you fell near your bed. A feeling of panic invaded you again, and your moves to crawl in direction of the window. You knew you were about to jump out the window but it didn't make it easier. You were paralyzed as you arrived in front of it. But the hubbub of the fire behind you was the best motivation. Jumping off a window was not the most pleasant thing you did but the more you were thinking about it and the more you though it was better than being burned alive. It took you a second to refined your breath. Your head was pounding, your back was so painful that it took you several turns to get up. The howl of what you could only identify as dogs motivated you to get up. Running in the woods was more difficult each time. You were not running fast enough but it was not like you could hear anything. The sound of your own breath and heart was making you almost deaf. Paranoia was running high in your blood. Every sound, creak, was making you jolt. You stopped after a while running was useless at this point. Knowing what was going to happen was somehow worse than being ignorant. The impact was more violent this time. You fall down hard on your side, rolling on your side from the force. Your vision was blurry but you succeed into gathering all your strength to roll on your side, it was maybe not the best idea when you started to roll down a hill. A growl was heard behind you and you told yourself that you preferred to throw yourself in a bunch of blackberries than being found by what was hunting you. You lost consciousness for a bit and you were expecting to wake up but you didn't. When you open your eyes you still were in the middle of the forest. The moon was shining high above you, the face of the boy that was leaning above you. You were unable to see him properly. Your eyes were like a camera out of focus. « Are you okay ? » His voice was like velvet. « I-I don't- -Shhh don't talk... They might hear us. » You were starting to recover your senses. The face of the man becoming more and more visible. He was the most beautiful man you ever laid your eyes on. Blond hair falling on his forehead. Soft brown eyes that were looking at you with care and worries. Suddenly it hit you. « You- -Don't move ! » He touched your arm and everything snapped. You woke up in your bed a strange feeling lingering in your body. You were sweating as if you really just run through a forest. It was strange, normally you would just woke up normally, a bit confused. It was totally different this time. Your side was hurting, your breath was shallow, the skin on your arm where the man touched you was strangely warm. You stood up, your head was spinning and you fell on the floor. Your cheek hit the wood floor as a gasp of pain escaped you. There was something wrong. You got up fast almost tripping again. Switching up the light of your bathroom, you watched yourself in the mirror. The scratch on your arms, ans cheeks was no due to your clumsiness. You lift up your shirt and there were red marks all over your skin. You could cry right now. You didn't know what was happening. It was scary. But what could you do. Maybe you should talk to Nari. Or maybe it was nothing. You should just go to sleep.

Jimin felt like shit today. He didn't sleep well, and after the weird dream he did it was impossible for him to sleep again. His class was going to be a nightmare. It was the first time he did a dream that vivid. He often dreamed about running in the woods, generally when the full moon was coming closer and when he didn’t go for a run with his pack for a while. But this one was different. He opened his eyes, and he was not in his room anymore. Everything seemed so real that he really thought he slept walk into the forest. But he heard a scream, and it was stronger than his will, he had to go see who it was, what was happening. He run as fast as he could, and he arrived very quickly in the middle of a meadow. This is when he heard the growls. Other wolves ? He could not tell, but he knew dip down he was in danger. Someone was lying there, asleep. Or maybe they were dead. He could not smell anything. It was a girl, he could not see her face, but she seemed familiar. She slowly turned her head toward him. He gasped at the injury he could see on the side of her face. He wanted to touch her but at the moment he extended his arm toward her face she looked at him. « Are you okay ? » She seemed confused, her eyes blinking uncontrollably, as she had trouble to see. « I-I don't- -Shhh don't talk... They might hear us. » She was starting to move more, and seemed more aware of what was happening around her. They had to leave if something was coming their way. They could not stay there. But she was hurt and it was probably dangerous to move her around. « You- -Don't move ! » He touched her arm and everything snapped. Now he was in class, and he could not take the girl of his dream out of his mind. Even more when she was probably going to be here today.

[arabellaflynn]

I am not handling any of this at all well. As previously mentioned, I am not at high physical risk from SARS-CoV-2. I have plenty of medical issues, but none of them are relevant to respiratory infections. I have also not been outside of the house for over a week. Either I haven't caught it and I'm fine, or I have caught it and I'm still fine. It has become increasingly clear that I am at high risk psychiatrically. I've already got a diagnosis of "anxiety disorder NOS", which as far as I can tell is med speak for "fuck if I know, have some Xanax". I have spent exactly 0% of my life receiving effective medical care for this, and that includes the percentage of my life I have spent receiving literally any medical care for this. Usually what happens is that I muddle through life by stubbornly doing things, self-medicating when there is nothing to do, and self-monitoring for points where personal stressors plus world events conspire to create a crisis. When my life falls apart and then the Human Cheez-It in charge of the country starts idly lobbing insults at the man who has spent his weekend idly lobbing missiles over Japan, I present to whatever ER I live nearest to at the time, make it clear that I am not in immediate danger but also that I cannot eat or sleep in a state of continual panic, and leave about eight hours later with a bottle of sedatives. I would go to Urgent Care, but they don't handle controlled substances in MA. I don't bother telling anybody, because what the fuck could they do about it? Drive maybe? The T will get me there fine. My main personal worry is, or was, money. Grocery shopping is a minefield. I can eat just about anything, do I really need that? And no, I never need that specific thing, it could always be something else, something cheaper. And I do so much math. How many calories per dollar? You can get up to about 500, but you have to live on cookies and ramen. In theory it would be cheaper to get 1700 calories per day in rice, but 1700 calories of rice is ten cups of rice, and I can neither cook nor eat that much while I am out of the house for 8-12 hours a day trying to work enough to eat things that are not rice. (Literally all of my work has been canceled right now. All of it. I am a gig worker who has no protection. I already do not earn enough to live.) So whatever it is, I put it back, because I don't really need to spend money on that particular food. It could always be something else, something cheaper, more responsible. And now going to the store might mean catching COVID-19, might mean giving it to someone else if I'm an asymptomatic carrier, might mean I buy something that someone else could need now that the fuckwickets are hoarding. I even have second thoughts about eating anything that's already in the house. I'm fine, I don't need to consume things or take up space. This is the tip of the iceberg. As anyone with an anxiety disorder will understand, this is not the first time in my life I have wanted very badly to not be present in whatever moment I'm forced to live through. Normally there is something to distract me. Either I have other shit to do, or there is a long list of "self-care" activities that will take up time regardless of whether they actually do anything for my mood, which they don't. My social energy is limited, but 'hey friend-person want to get lunch and talk about stupid shit' is also a viable option. When there is nothing, I size up how much time needs to vanish. Turn in my exam on Friday, won't get my grade until Monday, no work for the weekend? Great, Saturday and Sunday can go. Knocking myself out and just sleeping for two days is cheapest, but drugs can at least waste a long block of hours making music sound cool. Alcohol is stupidly expensive and tastes funny, but is widely available, and people look at you less oddly for being "bored and drunk". The older you get the more people frown at you for this, but also the older you get the less anyone keeps tabs on you, and the less it is any of their business. I have been alternating between flailing around on Facebook trying to pretend I don't care if anyone pays attention or not, and trying to sleep through this mess when nobody does. I have put myself on a goddamned timer. "Do you really need to bother [name] right now? Does it really have to be [name] specifically? Then post a meme or some shit, see if shouting into the void works. Do not bother [name] for at least 12 hours after the last time they answered you. If you get to 12, see if you can shut up for 24. If you're a priority they'll get around to it; if not they clearly have more important things to do." Because everyone does. I go through the same thing from Thanksgiving to January 2 every year. Other people have partners, kids, parents, loved ones to talk to. There are some top people in my life, but I am not the top person in theirs. Friends are low on the list. This is just how it works. Except I can look forward to normality returning annually after everyone gets over their New Year's hangover, and I can go back to pretending I have some significance to unspecified someone somewhere. I have no idea when "social distancing" will end. Nobody knows. It won't last forever. It can't. Humans are social creatures. Some of the people who don't die of COVID-19 will die of distance. Nobody will count them, because nobody will care -- they will be the disconnected, the isolated, the destitute, the broken. And hospitals will be busy with those who can't breathe. from Blogger https://ift.tt/2vDTuc3 via IFTTT -------------------- Enjoy my writing? Consider becoming a Patron, subscribing via Kindle, or just toss a little something in my tip jar. Thanks!

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Shut Up and Kiss Me- A Yuta Best Friend! Au

Word count: 3k

Genre: Fluff

Plot summary: You've been best friends with Yuta for years, so much that you can't remember a time when he wasn't a part of your life. When you're dragged to a party by his friends, you're far from being eager to go. Will the night be a total nightmare like you expected or will it turn into a dream come true?

A/N: I'm back with another story :) I know it's not my best and I wrote this kind of in a hurry, so don't judge me too harshly. I literally made myself cringe so much throughout this story, I sincerely apologize for the cringe to come. I hope you enjoy reading nonetheless and don't be shy to let me know in my inbox if there's anything I can do to improve my writing!! Also, requests are still open so don't be shy| Hope to come back with a new story soon

  We all have that one person who's been with us through thick and thin. Whether it be a childhood friend, a sibling or a significant other, we feel the same gratitude. For you, it was a childhood friend: Yuta to be exact. You two had known each other ever since you were in diapers, so to say you were comfortable with each other would have clearly been an understatement. It was the typical, cliché scenario; your mothers were close friends and had given birth at the same hospital, at the same time (well, almost).

From then on began to form a beautiful bond between the two of you. You had been through everything together from baby photoshoots (because yes, your moms were actually that cheesy) to your first heartbreaks. You had been friends with him for so long that you felt like you would be lost without him. He had helped you become the person you were today and you couldn't imagine your future without him being in the picture.

  School had always been a major stressor for you. You were an overachiever and you always aimed for the perfect grades, which resulted in you exhausting yourself constantly. You also never learned, judging by the fact that you repeated the vicious cycle on countless occasions (every time there was an exam coming up). Now that you had started college, you hadn't one bit. The only difference was the superior workload college demanded of you and the deadlines.

You were currently working on about 3 essays simultaneously, drowning in useless information found in books or on the Internet. Your head was swarming with Aristotle's "Theory of the Soul" and you were beyond tired of trying to grasp anything good ole Shakespeare was trying to express in his famous work, "Othello". When your phone rang, you were thankful for the much-needed break.

"Hey, you down for a pizza break?" Yuta's voice asked from the other end.

"Sure, I'll be ready in 15."

"Okay, it's on you though."

After which he hung up. It was a classic from Yuta: suggesting to go somewhere only to have you treat him. You weren't complaining though, you needed a break just as much as he needed his share of pizza.

He was outside your door fifteen minutes later as promised. He was wearing ripped jeans with a white shirt, denim jacket hanging loosely on his broad shoulders. He had always looked particularly good in streetwear which started to make you feel bad about your own choice of attire (which for the record was very comfortable).

You hadn't noticed exactly when Yuta had gone through puberty, but you knew how handsome he had become if the number of girls dying to sleep with him was any indicator. Yuta had always been attractive, but you weren't the type of friends to comment on that kind of stuff. Your friendship was fundamentally based on jokes and making fun of each other, justifying why compliments had never really come up.

"You coming?" He flicked your forehead impatiently.

Rolling your eyes at him, you grabbed your purse and left.

You were at the pizza parlor a few minutes later, thanks to Yuta's car. You sat down at your usual booth and the waiter didn't waste any time in making his way over.

"Good afternoon, may I take your order?" His attention shifted over to you imperceptibly.

"I'll have a large pizza and a coke", Yuta ordered.

"And for the beautiful lady?"

You blushed at his comment.

"I'll just be getting the strawberry milkshake please."

"Coming right up."

With one last wink, he was gone. You turned back to Yuta who was already grinning.

"Someone thinks you're cute." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You shrugged it off, changing the subject.

"So how's Winwin doing?"

Winwin was the boy's male best friend. They were also roommates which meant you saw him quite often.

"He's good but really busy learning Korean and studying non-stop. He works really hard, I admire him for it."

You agreed, sharing the same sense of admiration for the Chinese exchange student. Before you could carry on with the conversation, the waiter arrived with your order.

"Here you go. Enjoy your meal." He winked (again) before heading back.

When you noticed the extra cherry on top of your milkshake, a pink hue overcame your cheeks -but you were far too proud to let Yuta see you blushing because of such an insignificant gesture.

"You want a slice?" He asked, halfway done with his first slice already.

"I'm not that hungry, thanks. Besides, we both know that you can finish it all by yourself."

"You're not wrong." He grinned, eating like an animal as usual.

You had finished your milkshake some time ago while Yuta was left with one slice of pizza. You shook your head in disbelief. You knew he had a big appetite, but it never failed to surprise you when he ate such humongous portions like an entire pizza (where did the fat even go?).

"I don't understand how you're not fat by now."

He laughed but stopped himself, making you raise a brow.

"Wait, you've got some milkshake on your lips."

He took a napkin and leaned over the table, wiping the content off your face. For some reason, you were completely frozen. It wasn't like Yuta had never touched you before or anything like that, but this motion seemed different. You thanked him before lowering your head, confused as to what you had felt in that moment.

He drove you back home shortly after. He thanked you for paying even though he had made it clear earlier on that you paying was part of the deal. You worked on your essays for a few hours before going to bed, your mind hazy with new, unexpected thoughts.

  You had engulfed yourself in your studies and you truly hadn't seen the week go by. Every morning was the same: you woke up, drank your morning coffee, worked on your school projects, went to work then went to bed. You tried to squeeze some food into your busy schedule, snacking here and there, but you never really had the time to sit down and enjoy a real meal. After all, you had much more important things to worry about than your daily calorie intake. After what you would qualify as hell week, you were finally done with everything.

Just as you were about to fetch some snacks for a night of sappy movies, you heard knocking at your door. You groaned in frustration but answered anyway.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Standing before you were Winwin, Mark, Johnny, and Yuta. Johnny was the "tough one" in Yuta's group. While you weren't falling for his act, you tolerated the boy. Mark was a bit younger so you felt more protective towards him, but sometimes his innocence got in the way. As for Winwin, you appreciated being his company. You were both alike in the sense that you both needed some alone time and enjoyed basking in peaceful silence.

"We're going out, go change." The tallest one replied.

You pouted but did as he said regardless. You had settled for a skirt with a black sweater since you knew you would be cold by the end of the night. You retouched your makeup to look presentable before following the boys to Johnny's car.  Johnny hopped in the driver's seat, Winwin following his lead in the passenger's seat. Being the smallest in the group, you were forced to occupy the middle seat. You were squeezed between Mark and Yuta which didn't bother you much.

Mark turned to you with a shy smile on his face.

"I've never seen you in a skirt before, Y/N, it suits you."

"Yeah, you're looking fine tonight," Johnny added with a seductive (well, he tried) wink.

You blushed and thanked them shyly. You hadn't been complimented very much in your life which explained your reaction every time you received one. You weren't one of those girls who were naturally beautiful or who took hours to get ready in order to look absolutely beautiful. You weren't one to make an effort in the morning either, so you never really thought you were anything above average.

"Well, she's my best friend guys so you can't have her." Yuta retorted and if you didn't know him any better, you would've sworn you had seen a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

At this, his hand went to rest on your thigh protectively. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden contact.

The rest of the car ride was quite silent aside from your heart beating out of your chest - which you were sure could be heard by everyone. Yuta had always been an affectionate person, but lately, he had been tamer so every contact sent shivers down your spine. Odd, because you had never felt those same shivers beforehand.

When Johnny parked the car, it was obvious that he had brought you to a party. The music was so loud that you could hear it from where you were standing and you weren't anywhere near the house yet. You walked on the pavement reluctantly. You weren't in the mood for a party, you honestly just wanted to relax in the comfort of your home. You imagined yourself curling up in a blanket to binge-watch your favorite show and you pouted involuntarily.

 "You okay?" Yuta nudged you gently.

"Yeah, just tired." You smiled faintly before passing the threshold.

You regretted having agreed to accompany the boys the minute you stepped into the boisterous house. The crowd was already suffocating you and you had barely entered. There was obviously way too many people for the house's capacity, but it wasn't like anyone cared (they were all way too wasted anyway).

It wasn't before long that you lost the boys in the sea of people. You didn't even bother pouring yourself a drink, you just wanted to get out of there as quickly as humanly possible. You weren't too keen on the idea of having to squeeze past sweaty bodies all night and you knew that if you stayed, you would a) suffocate b) punch someone or c) have a mental breakdown. You chose none of the above and ran outside.

You sighed in relief when you could finally breathe the fresh air. You started walking towards the car, not really knowing what you were planning to do from here on out. You let your back fall against the vehicle, taking a deep breath to try and calm your nerves.

"Y/N? Why are you out here all by yourself?"

You opened your eyes to be met with Yuta's worried ones.

"I'm just not really in the mood, Yuta. Don't mind me though, go have fun."

"Nonsense, I'm not leaving you."

For some reason, your heart skipped a beat upon hearing those words.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to take care of me."

He pinched your cheeks in an effort to comfort you which ended up causing you more pain than anything else.

"I always have and I always will. Now, do you want to go back to your place for a movie marathon? I know that's what you had in mind at first if you wanna ditch the guys I'm all in."

You nodded, trying to escape his touch since your cheeks were now burning. You didn't understand how Yuta could be so calm about physical contact when you were a complete mess the second he laid a finger on you.

The Uber didn't take long to arrive and you were most thankful for it. The quicker you got home, the better. The Uber driver understood that too by the looks of his speeding. At least you were home shortly, there was that. (Don't exceed speed limits kids, it's very dangerous.)

Yuta fetched the snacks while you took care of setting up Netflix and grabbing the blankets. Now that Yuta was joining you, you weren't too sure about your choice of movies. At first, you had wanted to watch some romantic movies, but you weren't sure it was a good idea given the circumstances. You gave up, deciding to let him choose instead.

When he came back bearing snacks, the first thing he did was hand you the Nutella, your go-to snack. It had been your favorite ever since you were both little, and you used to just eat out of it with spoons as if it was yogurt. Some people had "their song", but your thing held much more meaning and memories, even if at the end of the day it literally was just chocolate spread. This thing of yours had ended up badly at times when one of the two had eaten the last of it or when he "accidentally" smeared some on your white shirt, but it was all in good fun so all was forgiven today.

You ate your spoonfuls of the artificial chocolate and passed it to your friend, eyes fixated on the movie playing before you. You were so mesmerized by the film that you didn't notice Yuta plotting something next to you. He took another spoonful, but instead of bringing it to his mouth, he smeared it all over your hand.

"Yuta, what the hell?"

He giggled at your outburst, but the situation was far from being funny. You yanked the spoon out of his hand planning to get your revenge and smeared the chocolate all over his cheek.

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that young lady."

You playfought like that for a few minutes before calling a truce.

"You're a sneaky one, Nakamoto Yuta."

You laughed, chocolate all over your figure now thanks to Yuta's scheming. Things had gotten back to normal, thankfully. You hadn't felt the odd feeling since you had come back home and you were hoping it would stay that way. You cherished your friendship with Yuta more than anything else and the last thing you wanted was to ruin it because of newfound feelings. If you could even call them that.

Deep in thought, you didn't notice the way Yuta looked at you. You didn't see how his eyes were taking in every detail of your face in awe. You had always been able to read Yuta, it was one of your many talents. But not knowing what he thought of you outside of the childhood friend etiquette bothered you slightly since you couldn't even tell if there was a possibility of something more.

You snapped out of your silly daydreaming and redirected your attention to the boy next to you.

"Dude, you wasted all my Nutella. You definitely owe me a new jar now."

You scoffed.

"It doesn't have to go to waste though."

"What do you-"

Before you could finish your sentence, you saw Yuta's eyes shift to a darker expression. It wasn't a glint you were familiar with and the thought of it excited you as much as it scared you. He leaned over painstakingly slow and took your hand gently. He pressed kisses on it and proceeded to lick the contents off. The moment his lips had made contact with your skin, you knew you were a goner.

Was this really happening? You didn't know, but what you did know was that you didn't want him to stop.

He pushed you against a countertop, trapping you between it and his body. His lips traveled to your neck where he had smeared chocolate as well. He gave it the same treatment, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him. He moved to the corner of your lips, using his tongue to wipe off the excess chocolate.

"Yuta, what-"

He brought his index finger to your lips, silencing you. He looked into your eyes longingly and crashed his lips on yours. You kissed him back instantly, loving how soft his lips felt against your own. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss to which you responded with a moan. He smirked against your lips, adding his tongue to the equation. You didn't know when he had become such a good kisser, but you weren't complaining.

He hoisted you up on the counter, breaking the kiss so you could both catch your breaths. He smiled at your disheveled self, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He had always thought you were the prettiest girl in the world, yet he had never brought himself to voice his thoughts. He wasn't very good with words and he had always been scared of losing you if he said the wrong thing.

But now that you stood before him like this, he was just disappointed in himself that he didn't make a move on you sooner.

"What's wrong?"  You asked, having noticed him daydreaming for a few seconds.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about how good of an idea it was to leave the party early and come here instead. I bet tonight's going to be much more fun than what was originally planned."

You shook your head with a smile plastered on your face.

"Shut up and kiss me, Yuta."

He granted your wish, locking your lips once again.

You weren't quite sure when your feelings for Yuta had shifted into something more, but there was no doubt in your mind that you felt more than friendship for your best friend. Maybe somewhere along the way you had picked up on his subtle flirting and had decided that being with him wouldn't be so bad after all.

It was to be expected, though. The cliché had never been more alive; childhood friends turned lovers. Usually, you weren't one for clichés or for romance as a whole. You had always felt like movies overemphasized the reality of love and tried to idealize it for marketing purposes. But as you watched Pretty Woman in Yuta's welcoming arms that night, you thought that maybe you could make an exception for him.

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