#besides he literally SAID he doesn't want me to be his friend I'll be FINE

[authenticaussie]

Tim & Kon are in spiderkon rn really out here being like (about each other): he's a nice guy, I think he's cool, but he doesn't like me you know? And then Kon befriends civvy!tim as spiderboy and he's like. This is one of my best friends now 😔 but he doesn't like Me when I'm Me

[luvyeni]

SISTER TAMER ,, 黄仁俊

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ roommate!renjun x reader wc. 2.2k

genre. smut

🦢◞  includes ... reader is marks sister, oral ( m receiving ), throat fucking, rough sex, degradation, pussy slapping, unprotected sex

request. brother's best friend renjun x reader 🥺 pretty please 🥺

「 authors note 𖹭 」 i like this one , mean dom junnie means everything to me.

❪ masterlist! ❫

renjun liked mark; he was clean, he paid his bills on time and he was an all around good guy. he did have one flaw though, and it wasn't necessarily him, but an attachment to him— mark had a sister; you, renjun didn't like you.

you had moved in a year after he did; you were a freshman in college and your brother had an extra room, and who was he to say no? his name wasn't on the lease— he soon wished it was, cause then he had authority to get rid of you. you were a nightmare. he and mark did everything; the cooking, the cleaning; mark paid his and your portion of the bills, and gave you money that you spent on stupid stuff in his opinion.

“she's just not use to hearing the word no.” mark would say when he'd tell mark about your behavior. “our parents really spoiled her, it's best to just give her what she wants, to avoid anything.” that just pissed renjun off even more; he didn't want to move out, he actually grew to like mark, and the apartment was close to his campus and his job— it was just you; all he had to do was get rid of you, but that didn't seem like it was happening for a very long time.

“good morning junie!” you chirped walking into the kitchen, he grumbled. “i told you to stop calling me that.” you smiled; reaching up to grab a mug from the cabinet, the shirt he was assuming was your brothers raising up revealing a new tattoo on your lower back, along with part of your ass, he was used to it by now; the tiny shorts you would always wear against your brother wishes. “does your brother know you got that?” you smirked. “you gonna tell me junie?”

“it's none of his business, i’m an adult.” you sat down. “besides he won't know, only people i want to see it can.” you winked, sitting down at the table. “mark told you about wearing those shorts in the house.” you rolled your eyes. “please, do you listen to everything mark says?” he was already irritated; and you were making it worse. “what are you two talking about?” mark emerged from his room. “nothing mark.” you stood up from your seat , finishing your coffee. “yo, go put some clothes on.” mark said, you scoffed. “i literally just got up, i wanted coffee before my shower.”

“well you got your coffee, now go out some clothes on,” he said. “me and the girls are going out later tonight, can i have some money?” renjun watched the older boy sigh. “i don't get paid until tomorrow; i just gave you money.” your whine rang throughout the boys head. “please i need it, for drinks.” mark sighed in defeat. “fine , i'll wire you the money, now go get dressed,” he said, smiling while skipping back to your room. “you know you could've just told her no.”

mark nodded, “you heard her about to start man.” renjun sat up. “she could also get a job.” mark scoffed. “don't worry about man, but i do have to tell you something.” renjun nodded for him to continue. “gotta work the late shift tonight, won't be in until the morning.” renjun knew where this was going; it's happened numerous of times before. “mark.” he sighed. “i know , i know but i can't turn this down and you know she's not gonna give up a night out.” the elder boy said. “just make sure she gets in and into bed safely.”

great now he had to babysit a drunk you, on the night he was supposed to be studying. “look, i'll pay the light bill for this month,” he said. “its the least i could do after having to deal with that.” renjun nodded. “thank you so much bro, just make sure she doesn't swallow her tongue, or fall asleep in the shower…” mark stood up from his seat. “again.”

“has anything worked?” yunjin asked. “nothing, he doesn't budge.” you said , downing your second shot. “he's always just so moody.” ryujin laughed. “maybe he's just not interested in you” you scoffed. “maybe or maybe im not trying hard enough.” your friends shook their heads. “and what do you think mark is gonna do when he finds out his little sister is trying to fuck his roommate.” you shrugged. “my brother doesn't have to know everything i do with my life.”

stumbling down the hall of your apartment; putting the code in the door; pushing the door open. “mark!” you shouted, words slurring, taking your shoes off. “mark!” you repeated, walking to the back where your room was— also where renjuns room was.

renjun typed away on his screen, earphones in, not noticing you stumbling into his room— that was until his earphones were snatched out his ear. “what the fuck!” you chuckled. “where's mark?” you sat on his bed. “you smell like alcohol.” he scrunched his nose in disgust. “that's because i’ve been drinking, duh.” he rolled his eyes. “your brother had the late shift, he told me to make sure you get in safe.” he said. “you look safe , now get out and don't swallow your tongue.”

“mmh, don't wanna.” you laid back on his bed. “wanna stay right here.” he sighed, annoyed. “get up.” you ignored him, your skirt rising up, he could see your black panties. “yn get up and go to your room, now.” your hair messily displayed around your head like a halo. “yn im not fucking around.” you sat up, your boobs almost peeking out. “no.”

you could barely register anything before he was out of his chair, standing in front of you. “im so sick of you.” you felt a tug to your hair. “you don't fucking listen.” he growled , forcing you to look up at him. “that shit stops today.”

your panties were soaked, watching him undo the ties of his sweats, using his free had to push them down to his ankles. “re-renjun.” he grabbed your jaw. “shut the fuck up.” he spat, his cock hard in his underwear— guess seeing your panties really got him going. “you talk when i give you permission to, understand?” you nodded. “you have a mouth, use it.”

“y-yes.” your mouth water as he pulled his cock out, slapping it across your cheek. “you want my cock so bad it's disgusting.” he cursed, rubbing it along your cheek. “desperate for a cock even if attached to someone who can't stand you.” he tapped the tip of his length, coating your plump lips in his precum. “pl-please, i want it.”

“did i say speak?” he slapped your cheek. “apologize.” he ordered. “s-sorry.” you stuttered out. “good you do know how to listen when im telling you to do something.” he said. “you're not my , hpmh!” your bratty comeback was interrupted by renjun shoving his cock into your wet cavern. "fuck, just couldn't help yourself.” he growled. “at least your mouth is good for something.” he moaned, hand tangled up in your mane. “tired of you always running your mouth.” he pushed your head all the way down on his length. “fuck , time to put it to good use.”

he pulled out; leaving trail of spit dripping down your chin. “gonna fuck your face.” he shoved himself back inside, thrusting into your mouth. “yeah, fuck!” he cursed, your throat contractions around his cock, the gagging and lewd noises coming from your throat egging him off. “nasty fucking mouth.” he pushed your head down on his length , holding it there. “come on choke on my cock fuck you want it so bad.” your manicured hands holding his thighs. “shit!”

he let your head go, finally giving you air. you sputtered and coughed , black streaks from your mascara running down your cheeks. “im not done yet slut.” he pulled you back , shoving his cock back down your throat. “gonna cum down your throat.” his hips moved back and forth a fast pace. “fu-fucking take it!”

you felt the warmth of his seed, hitting the back of your throat. “shit!” he released your head again. “look at you all messy, covered in spit like a true slut.” his cock bobbing against his stomach. “turn the fuck around.” not giving you a chance to recover from his assault on your throat. “come on do it.” he pushed you back on the bed , flipping you on to your stomach. “put your fucking ass up.” he maneuvered your body.

“soaked right through your panties.” he slapped your ass, pulling your skirt down. “tiny fuckin skirt.” you yelped feeling another sting to your ass. “wearing shit like this to get my attention huh?” he rubbed your cock along your folds. “i asked you a question.” another sharp sting to your ass making you moan in pleasure. “y-yes, all for you.” you gasped.

“slut.” he spat on his cock, using your juices to lube his cock. “beg for it.” you whined, only for him to slap your ass. “if i wanted to listen to you whine like a child would've said so , i said fucking beg , come on , beg for my cock like you beg your brother for money.”

“pl-please junie.” you whimpered, pussy aching to be filled. “pl-please fuck me, i want it.” moving your ass on his length. “i want your cock inside me.” trying to fuck yourself on his cock, he didn't like that. “what the fuck are you doing?” he growled, pushing your head down into his pillow. “did i say do that? you don't fucking listen.” he shoved his cock inside you giving you no warning. “fuck!”

he waited no time, not giving you any time to adjust to his sudden intrusion, holding your waist in his hands , fucking you; your ass bouncing. “you don't make the rules with me , i do -fuck- you understand?” you were too fucked out to answer , but he still wanted one, grabbed you hair , tugging hard. “answer me!”

“fuck yes!” you shouted, neighbors probably getting a sense of what was going on, but that was marks problem; you could barely even function, shouting his name like a mantra as he abused your cunt. “fuck I'm gonna cum!”

your cunt was gripping his cock like a vice, he wasn't sure how long he was gonna last. “fuck!” he hissed. “pl-please let me cum.” you cried , legs burning , tears streaming down your face. “you gonna be a good girl -fuck- when me or your brother tells you to do something you're gonna do it right?” he slapped your cunt. “fuck junie!” you screamed. “are you?”

“i didn't say you can, so fu-fucking hold it.” he grunted, you whined , usually when you had sex , you came whenever you wanted, this was new. “i-i can't.” you slurred. “i didn't fucking ask.” he pulled out , giving your ass one last slap, flipping you on your back, shoving his cock back inside you, hitting a new angle.

“yes fuck!” you screamed. “pl-please.” he grunted. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hissed. “cum , cream my fucking cock like a slut.” the knot in your stomach snapping , cumming, a white ring forming around his cock as he continued to fuck you. “sh-shit.” he quickly removed himself , cumming all over your stomach. “ugh fuck!”

you were heavy breathing, coming down from your long awaited high; renjun on the other hand wasn't done. “get the fuck up , we're not done.” he said. “shit is gonna change around here , even if i gotta fuck it into you.” … you were in for a long night.

…

mark tiredly made his way down the hall to the apartment, ready to hit his bed. “huh?” he noticed three written letters tapped to his door; renjun must've had a girl or some over. ripping the papers off the door , putting in the password , throwing the papers in the trash. “renjun?”

he checked the time, the boy normally was up eating breakfast by now. “jun where you at bro?” he heard shuffling and cursing coming from the boys room , he shook his head , going to check on you— your bed hadn't been slept in. “shit jun she didn't come in last night.” you could be past out somewhere and he wouldn't know. “jun did she come in last night?” he knocked on the boy's door.

“sh-shit that's your brother get up.” the boy shook you, you groaned in pain. “my head.” your voice horse. “my legs.” you were ignoring the boy next to throwing your clothes at you. “junie what-” you suddenly saw the darkness off the blanket covering you. “did you see— what the fuck are you doing?” you shoved the blanket off your head , face going pale , your brother standing in the doorway. “mark.”

“mark bro— whatever went down in this room , i don't want to know , and i never want to know.” he said. “just know it better not happen while im here and keep it down so the neighbors better not come knocking.” he shut the door before any of you could say something. “this is why i said go to your room last night, but insisted on sleeping here.”

“and you let me.” you smirked condescendingly , that pissed him off. “did you not learn anything from last night?” he grabbed your jaw; a loud bang on the wall.

“get the fuck out of his room now!”

©LUVYENI

[innominaterifter]

You can fall madly in love with someone and let them into your heart, but the Worm was there before and will remain forever.

Or

How the Worm saved my friend from a dangerous man.

I'll tell you the story. My friend really loves Worm (who doesn't?) and its sequel Ward. She especially likes Victoria Dallon, aka Antares. It's funny that my friend's name is also Victoria (however, this could also have influenced the emergence of a feeling of kinship with the character).

Some time ago, my friend started to communicate less often, started skipping workouts, and I asked her if everything was okay.

She said that everything was fine. She just had a crush on a guy and was trying to spend more time with him. It was weird because it was so different from her usual attitude towards training (she hadn't had this with her other crushes). We talked a little more, and I found her general behavior strange and out of character.

I made the assumption that if nothing had changed in her life except for the appearance of this person, then he was the reason for the change in her behavior. I decided to observe the development of events, maintaining contact and not expressing my suspicions so as not to cause rejection.

I managed to learn more about this guy and even keep an eye on him at a meeting with a friend and mutual acquaintances. Overall, I had enough red flags to confidently identify his behavior as abusive and dangerous.

I decided to talk to my friend about it. I made a list of red flags that I noticed in him and uncharacteristic behavior patterns in her. I also prepared a list of red flags that are characteristic of abusive behavior and signs of the abuser's influence on the victim's behavior. And I highlighted the points that matched in both lists (and there were a lot of them!).

I was confident that I had crafted my message well. I had made a point of eliminating anything that could be perceived as bias or attacks on him. There was no bias in the message, no insults to this person, and no subjective interpretations. There were only and exclusively facts and a list of abusive behaviors for cross comparison.

Well...

I clearly didn't expect such a reaction from her. There were a lot of emotions, a lot of resentment, a lot of hurtful words addressed to me and the desire to stop communicating with me expressed at the end.

I didn't have time to answer before she blocked me. And literally, 5 minutes later, a message came from her boyfriend, where he wrote that he didn't want me to communicate with his girlfriend, that I was toxic, paranoid, and generally crazy. Well, and some other very personal things that I said to my friend, but not to him.

This hit me hard. I felt total injustice, ingratitude and betrayal towards myself. I won't describe my thoughts here, but besides everything else, there was strong anger and a desire to hurt both him and her in return. But then the skills of self-observation and self-control kicked in, I exhaled and took a break.

As a result, I decided to try to reach my friend again. But even just contacting her turned out to be a difficult task: she banned me everywhere, didn’t come to training, and I didn’t want to pass it on through a third party, as this could cause even more rejection on her part.

I knew where she lived and could have just approached her on the street. But I figured that might be perceived as stalking, which would certainly not endear her to my words.

Moreover, it turned out that her boyfriend now lives with her, and she practically never appears anywhere without his accompaniment.

I considered the option of targeting him instead of her but decided to leave it as Plan B.

I decided to leave a message for her in one of the places she visited on her own, without that guy. One of those places was a cafe she went to when she needed to work on her laptop. She had mentioned that cafe in a conversation once, and I decided to check if she still went there. As it turned out, she did. But now that guy was coming there with her and coming back for her when she needed to leave.

I decided to give her a note through the barista and asked they to do it only when she was alone, without her boyfriend. The barista looked at me and asked only one question: "Is it that bad?" I answered: "I'm sure it is, but I think she can handle it. She's really smart and strong."

I thought for a long time about what to write in the note. It was actually a difficult question because what seemed to me to be the ideal and logical choice did not work. Moreover, it caused rejection and a break in contacts.

I was also sure that her boyfriend had done his best to destroy her connections with her friends, creating a prejudice against any criticism that anyone might say about him and the destructiveness of their relationship.

Thus, any message from me, any of my arguments, thoughts, and attempts will initially be perceived by her as coming from a hostile object. So what should I do in this situation? Well, I had an idea.

To get past these defense protocols, I needed to reach out through something that wasn't marked as hostile to her. Something she loved, liked, and trusted. Something that made her feel warm inside.

At the same time, something that would help her to turn to those qualities of hers that she needs in this situation: reason, analysis, and logic.

And I knew what it could be.

I composed the message based on this. The message was not long; I was afraid that she might stop reading as soon as she realized that it was from me. So I had to compress the whole meaning into just a couple of lines so that they would have time to penetrate her mind at a glance. Such a nam-shub, you know.

Also, when I handed the note to the barista, I dressed differently than usual so that my friend wouldn’t immediately understand who the note was from if she asked the barista who gave it to them.

I am not a fan of strict style, I almost never wear it, and that is why I decided to use it in this situation. I have one black suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie.

To make my hair less noticeable, I pulled it up into a ponytail and used contact lenses instead of glasses. When I looked at myself in the mirror before heading out, I realized that this look needed one important detail to be complete. I'll be honest, I was giggling while adding this detail.

I came to the cafe, had that conversation with the barista that I mentioned above, left a note, and left the establishment. I had an idea to stay and watch from the side, but firstly, I didn’t know when exactly my friend would be there, and secondly, there was a risk that she would see me and recognize me. And hanging around on the street, staring at the cafe window - that’s a bit too much, don’t you think?

So I left, crossing my fingers and hoping for the best.

Four days have passed since then, and guess what? Today my friend called me! Her voice sounded muffled and nervous, but how happy I was to hear her!

She said a little, literally it was "Um, hi, it's me... I know I was rude to you, and I'm really sorry, but... maybe we could meet and talk? There's really some shit going on."

Of course I said yes, we will see each other soon and I hope everything will be ok.

P.S. What was in the note? Literally, these lines:

“Follow the protocols,” he said.  “You’re compromised.  You know you just interacted with a strong Master.  Your team’s at stake.  Master stranger protocols.”

— Ward, Gleaming – 9.3

Vicky, you are actually in contact with a strong Master. Use the protocols, please. I am available at any time."

[bangchansgirlsblog]

My biggest regret

Part nine

**

"Y/n?" His voice was soft trying to wakeup her up from her sleep. "Baby, you need to wakeup and eat,"

Chan softly shook her body.

Her eyes slowly flutter open. She was tired and exhausted from the chemo she had just recieved a few hours ago. It was obvious.

"Hey," she said. A tiny smile played on her lips as she stirred. "What time is it?"

"8:10 and mum said that you haven't eaten ever since you got home with Hannah. Let's go eat and you can come back and rest yeah?" He sat by her and slowly stroked her hair trying to keep her awake.

He had showered and his hair was wet. He was dressed in a shirt and a pair of shorts. His silver hoops were on and he had his silver bracelet on.

"Okay, I'll shower first and come down stairs," she finally gave in and slowly (with the help of Chan) sat up on the bed. "Where's Hannah?" She asked rubbing her eyes.

"She went out with her friends but she'll be home in a bit, do you need help with anything? I haven't done this whole care taker thing ever since I left so I totally forgot how it works," He frowned.

"No it's fine Chan," she giggled appreciating his concern and effort, "I can shower on my own, go ahead and eat. I'll be down in a few."

"I wanna wait for you though," his hands intertwine with hers. Y/n liked that he was being so clingy. They hadn’t had time to be close to eachother all day and she missed him.

"Okay then, I'll hurry up and we can go," his face brightened and his hands automatically carry her out of bed and into the bathroom.

"Channie you have to get out so I can change," Her laugh was so contagious that Chan couldn't help but break his act.

"Fine, call me if you need anything. I'm right outside," and with that he closed the door behind him and let her shower and get dressed.

Dinner was quiet. Everyone enjoyed the hot home cooked meal that was before them as they discussed their day. The boys explained the little things they did in order to prepare for their show in a few days while the parents talked about how proud they were and how they loved watching them grow. The usual.

"There's a party tomorrow night-"

"Ou a party I'm so in!" Hannah exploded out of nowhere interrupting Changbin causing everyone to laugh.

"Where is this party? And will there be adults?" Chan's mum asked.

"Mum. We're literally grown men," Chan chuckled.

"Oh sorry, I'm sorry. It's a habit," she laughed while covering her face in embarrassment.

"It's fine Mrs.B," Han assured her, "Your good but yeah the party is at one of our idol friends. She leaves 30 minutes away,"

"Oh lovely! Well I hope you guys won't be out late at night. It's Christmas time nothing is safe,"

"Mum can I please go?" Hannah dropped her fork.

"No Hannah, these are Chan's friends."

"Chan can I please come? I promise I'll behave and I'll do your laundry for the rest of the time your here and I'll even forget the fact that you ghosted me for 4 years of my-"

"Fine, fine you can come," Chan throws his hands up in the air in surrender.

"You can go BUT Y/n has to go with you Hannah," Chan’s dad instructed.

"What? But dad you know she doesn't like partying!" Hannah rebelled. She was determined to go for the party and it showed.

"Well then, you'll have to convince her because no Y/n, no party,"

"Y/n come on! You have to come," Seungmin encouraged her, "It'll be so much fun!"

Y/n looked around the table. She didn't know what to do. A part of her really didn't want to go to the party. It wasn't her thing but a part of her didn't want to disappoint Hannah or the boys. So she let out a sigh.

"Fine I'll ask my mum,"

This alone made Hannah jump into her arms squealing and leaving kisses on her face before she got a scolding from bangchan.

"Yah! Don't you know she just got chemo?! She's tired! Get off," chan scolded his younger sister.

"Whatever grandpa, Y/n's my wife anyway," Hannah stuck her tongue out before climbing of the now laughing Y/n and sitting besides her.

Chan’s dad rubbed Y/n back before whispering in a joking matter, "Y/n good luck tomorrow,"

"Thanks. I'm going to need it uncle," the boys cheered, giving her the motivation she needed.

**

The next day. 8:15 pm

The music was loud. The room was hot and it stunk. Y/n didn't like any bit of it. She hated it. She wanted to be home sleeping in her bed but she was here instead...

"Let's go get drinks!" Hannah's voice rung through her ear. She simply nodded and followed behind her closely. Trying to avoid the popular rich kids. She had no intention of getting any type of attention but if you arrive to a party with THE straykids you kinda already attract attention anyway.

Once they had arrived to the party, the boys had been each pulled away by someone. Everyone wanted a peace of them. Everyone wanted their attention and that left the girls alone in the middle of the room trying to navigate their way through people they didn't even know.

"Here, it's non-alcoholic," Hannah passed her the cup while filling up hers with the drink that had alchohol in it.

"Don't get too wasted Hannah, I don't know these people and-" before she could even finish her sentence I.N was already by her side pulling her away from the now lost Y/n.

"Fuck," she whispered to herself before looking around trying to look for Chan.

People were staring at her weird and she didn't like it. Was it cause she was the only sober person in the room? Did they know about her and Chan? Did they like her? Was she dressed weird?

The thoughts run through her head as she consumed her drink. She didn’t want to start panicking when they just got here. It hadn’t even been 45 minutes.

She was going to enjoy this party. She was already here anyway.

The music wasn't that much enjoyable but she was able to stand it for the moment while she padded through the crowds.

"Felix!" She called out for the boy who was sat on the couch with two females in his arms. One on the left and on the right. This took her by surprised because She felt uncomfortable but decided to shrug it off because who was she? she barely new him so she couldn't say anything about it.

"Hey Y/nnie!" He was drunk. Y/n could instantly tell, "Whatsup babygirl? Looking for someone? Having fun?" He removed his hands off the girls and decided to pay attention to Y/n because in his state right now. He was going to flirt with her. He didnt care what anyone around him thought.

Both girls looked iirtated by her presence. Who was she? They had never seen her before and yet here she was stealing their “man” who in all honesty didn’t even know their names.

"Felix where's Chan? I've looked everywhere and-"

"Cannonball!!" A loud, familiar voice yelled before the sound of water splashing and gasps run through the room. Who was that? Y/n didn’t even bother to look.

"Y/nnie, do you wanna smoke?" Felix pushes the girls off before standing up (barley even making it)

"Felix you're drunk, this isn't good. I hope the boys aren't as wasted as you. We should get you some water,"

"Oh your cute, you know that right?" His eyes were red and her eyes landed on his shirt because it was halfway unbuttoned. “My eyes are up here babygirl,”

"Thank you but come on, let's go to the kitchen Lix,"

"I like it when you call me Lix," he giggled. Y/n was shook. Why was he like this? Her hand wrapped around him and guided him into the kitchen and she helped him sit down on the stool. She grabbed the bottle of water and started feeding it to him.

His hands wrapped around her waist so he would fall backwards.

"You smell- you smell nice," he hiccuped through sips, "and you have pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty face and you're thick as fu-"

"Felix! I think you should just keep quiet," Y/n said feeling embarrassed, "sit here and drink water, I'm going to check on the other guys,"

"Okay, yes ma'am," he sat up straight and stayed as still as he could. Y/n found this amusing all though she was extremely worried.

She was wondering around the room when she decided to check in any of the boys were outside and indeed she found Han...in the pool. In the pool? In the pool! In. The. Pool. Everything made sense. He was the one yelling a few minutes ago.

"Jisung! I swear to God if you don't get out this instant-"

"Y/nnie! Come swim with us!" He slurred trying to pull himself out of the pool. Her anger was slowly growing. She was frustrated but mostly shocked because yes they could do whatever they wanted but she thought they would be atleast responsible.

“Han you need to get out the pool and put on clothes or else you’ll end up falling sick!” She exclaimed while grabbing his clothes off from the floor.

“Fine but you’re such a buzz kill,” he pouted and grabbed the clothes out of her hands before proceeding to go back into the house.

She followed him just in case he decided to go back into the pool but he didn’t. He entered the bathroom got dressed and followed her to the kitchen where they both found Felix making out with some random girl.

She was disappointed but she didn’t want to say anything. Making note to talk about this later when she had calmed down.

“Okay, both of you just drink water. Please. You can barely walk,” she passed Han a bottle of water and watched him drink it all. As she monitored the boys she couldn’t help but worry about Chan and his whereabouts. She needed to find him quick because she was ready to go home.

They had been there for 3 hours and she had enough of it.

“Han have you seen Chan?” She asked him.

“Hm…Maybe- I’m trying to think here. Oh! Check upstairs,” His words were a bit hard to understand but she understood it.

“Thank you,” she grabbed her phone off the table and made her way up the stairs.

There were a few couples making out by the stairs case but she wasn’t phased by it. She just wanted to go home.

The second floor had four rooms.

Her sweaty hands open the first door and she could not believe her eyes.

“Leeknow?!” She screamed. “Leeknow?! ew! That’s so disgusting!” She covered her eyes and slammed the door shut. Whatever she saw she swore never to talk about it again.

You’re probably wondering what she saw. Well…Uhm. Let’s just say he was busy and he was sweaty.

Her head was spinning and her eyes were burning. Someone was smoking a blunt so it was understandable but she knew this wasn’t safe for her or her condition so she rushed through each door until she stopped on the fourth door.

She quickly opened it thinking she wouldn’t find Chan but there he was. Sat on the bed. His legs spread apart and a-

a blonde girl in between his legs? He was smiling and stroking her hair. Then he leaned in and they started to make out.

She watched in horror. Her heart shattered into a million pieces. She couldn’t believe it.

But are we really surprised?

**

The book gets crazier lol

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[roses-dreams-andthorns]

MC insisting that Azrael needs a bath in the washing mashing but Grim doesn't want to because he doesn't know if he'll get damaged in the washing machine?

Love your writing!!!

Thank you friend!!! Ur request is cooking :3

MC x Grim

(His real name is used in this fic, so please be aware of spoilers.)

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"Casper-" You begin, but he cuts you off.

"No! Azrael cannot go in the washer! He'll get destroyed!" He argues, pouting as he squeezes Azrael in his arms for dear life. "The washing machine is far too dangerous!"

"Casper, the tag on him literally says he's Washing Machine safe." You sigh, facepalming. "He needs a bath, Casper... He's dirty! You dropped him in the mud yesterday!" You cross your arms. You have the circular door to the washing machine open beside you.

"Nuh uh! He's not that dirty!" Casper continues to argue to prevent putting Azrael in the washer, even though Azrael is clearly the dirtest dirty could get. Disgusting, brown, wet mud dripping off of the little Axolotl plush, getting on Casper's clothes too.

"Casper... You're getting mud all over your clothes. I'll habe to wash those too now." You sigh again. Casper has never been this pouty and angry, but its cute, in a way.

"You can take the clothes, but you will never take Azrael alive!" He yells, as he takes off his dirtied, oversized T-shirt and throws it at your head, running off with Azrael in his arms like a little kid.

"Wha- Hey! Casper!" You yelled, not angerly of course. You threw his T-shirt in the washer, and ran after him. You checked all around your apartment, the kitchen, the bedroom, even the closets... he's either hiding, or... he ran outside, shirtless. Though you'd doubt that second option. It was then you heard a noise under the bed. You kneeled down to check... low and behold, theres your little reaper. Shirtless under the bed with Azrael in his arms still.

"Found you, little reaper." You said as you took his arm, dragging him out from under the bed. He keeps pouting and holding onto Azrael with his free arm.

"Hmph..." He grunts. And look at that, now he has mud on his bare chest from Azrael being so dirty.

"Oh! Now you need a bath too." You look at him with a slightly dissapointed yet soft expression, he still pouts.

"I refuse to leave Azrael." You sigh at him for the third time today. This man is like a child sometimes, despite being literal death incarnate.

"Then how about you bring Azrael in the bath with you then? I can bathe you both at once." you suggest, trying to reason with this child-like grim reaper.

"...Fine." Casper grunts, as he stands up, Azrael still squished and dirty in his arms. Finally, you thought, you got him to co-opperate. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tags: @nicotheghoul, @cozynspookyvibes

UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHSGfjhdfhejfb this one is kinda short bc I'm losing motivation again HELP ME

[sakuraharuno156]

"…So you claim Hinata had no consideration for life of anyone other than Naruto... and then use a screenshot from the manga of her literally showing consideration for the wellbeing of someone who isn't Naruto."

Considering how things went after Neji vs Naruto, chances are that things changed in the Hyuuga family for those other than just Neji. Even if not, Hinata risking her life =/= a lack of consideration for anyone's life other than Naruto's, despite consequences. Or are you saying you’ve never done anything without carefully considering every single possible consequence first?

But hey… "Tell me you didn’t read my ask properly without telling me you didn’t read my ask properly".

"Or are you saying you've never done anything without carefully considering every single possible consequence first?"

First of all, sure, everyone did, but not necessarily when the consequences are:

1) you will just get in a way of a battle and be a great inconvenience instead of helping

(of which she was aware of)

2) getting your guard punished/possibly killed

3) you hurting the person you are supposed to "help" (I'm not gonna repeat myself, you can read it here)

4) you dying for no reason

5) if you somehow don't get killed, you becoming a burden to medics who could devote their time to people who did help or got hurt by ricochet of the attack.

Second of all, you are putting it in a way that implies that Hinata did that only once, and you are wrong.

At some point of someone consistently doing the same thing you have to admit they either do that maliciously or that they are plain stupid.

I'm just gonna bring a few examples (that I talked about before over and over, but I'll do that again, especially for you)

Shimamaru: almost died

Hinata: "But I want to stay beside Naruto too"

Does she care? No. Naruto-kun. That's all she cares about.

But maybe that's because they weren't too close, because who cares about a person from your class that is your comrade in war, he's not Naruto-kun.

How about her own teammate BEING CARRIED OUT BY MEDICS?

The oiment Hinata has is more important for Naruto-kun, who is completely fine.

Who cares about Kiba, he is just being taken by medical team, but he can be an afterthought, they are just teammates after all.

How about her family?

Neji, who will be punished for hurting her (because, as you recognize YOURSELF, it's before Naruto vs Neji fight, so the punishment WILL BE THERE), who asked her TIME AND TIME again to just give up. Why will he do that, huh? Maybe because he had known what happened TO HIS FATHER FOR JUST THINKING ABOUT HER IN A BAD WAY.

Anyway, how about making Neji hurt her, then provoking him by RUBBING IT IN HIS FACE THAT HE IS BELLOW HER?

Neji just said (again) that she should give up and stop the suffering, she just casually mentions that he is "lost and suffering" because he's not in the main family.

(And before you say it was nice of her, NEJI AND THEREFORE MANGA showed us he didn't appreciate it, and the guard also saw that Neji was provoked and WAS ABOUT TO CHARGE AT HER FOR THAT COMMENT)

But ok, maybe they weren't close enough of a family, so it was acceptable to provoke him and get him to be punished, because you know...

Naruto-kun is watching, so...

How about closer family? How about her own sister?

(Now, I don't like to quote the movies because I prefer to base my opinion on canon manga only, but you, Hinata Fans, love it, so let's go)

(Credit to whoever made it, I can't find the original)

Hanabi was just kidnapped, but Hinatas mind is occupied, because well... Naruto-kun 🥺

BUT OK, MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, THEY DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH OF A BOND BETWEEN THEM TO CARE.

Let's look at the person who took care of her for her whole life, her guard, her family, let's look at Ko:

Oh wait, we have already seen it.

It doesn't matter who it is, if it's her comrade, friend, teammate, cousin, sister, guard. If that person is not Naruto-kun, their life or well being is irrelevant to Hinata.

She cares about Naruto, that's it. Nothing else and noone else matters.

Do you understand?

So back to the beginning:

At some point of someone consistently doing the same thing you have to either admit they do that maliciously or that they are plain stupid and when it comes to LIFE OF OTHER PEOPLE I'll say that it either way makes you a bad person 🤷‍♀️

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So, in conclusion:

I did read your ask, I just assumed (and that is my mistake, I apologize) that if you are protecting Hinata, you shoud know first thing about her, but not only you didn't read the manga, you didn't even read the parts that had Hinata in it.

So, please, first read at LEAST chapters that have Hinata in them, before you speak (It's not a lot, she is a background character after all) or I'm not gonna answer to you again, because I'm tired of repeating myself for a 1000th time.

[spid3rpunksimp]

Hobie brown x Spider! gn! reader

Ngl I wrote this after cracking up at my pole, its litterally all over the place, and this doesn't really count with the pole I'm just bored.

Masterlist

Please don't leave me.

A/N: I have literally no idea what this is cause I'm still new to the world of ✨fanfictions✨ but I am pretty sure that this is ANGST. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

Warnings: Blood, pain, gore, stabbing, violence, cursing

Everything was supposed to go well today. This mission wasn't supposed to go wrong. Everything was running smoothly, you were on the floor, bloodied up, dying while Hobie yelled your name. You wanted to respond so badly but you couldn't, all your energy was gone. You felt hot tears run down your face as his broken please for you to talk back hit you in the heart.

You, Hobie, Gwen, Paveir, and Miles were fighting a simple villain like always. Something you two did together all the time. Nothing was unusual about today, it was you and Hobie alone whenever the villain seemingly became more powerful than usual as the rest of the crew tried to find where you three had all gone, "Hobie watch out!" you yelled as he ducked down from the strange weapon that the villain was holding. It wasn't the same weapon that the villain had earlier. "Guys! What's going on in here?!" Paveir yelled as Gwen and Miles entered the room, whipping their webs beside him. "Uhh, the villain is being an asshole and turns out he's more powerful than we thought-" you barely finished as you were flung to the other side of the room as a disk (you think) went straight for your abdomen. "Y/N!" Hobie yelled as his attention went straight to your landing spot.

"I'm fine, Hobie! Don't mind me and make sure you don't get your ass kicked!" you yelled back to him as you got up and threw the disk back at the villain, missing your target spot and hitting him on the side of the leg, which made him PISSED.

The villain looked over to you as you felt a strange pain in your abdomen, as you looked down you realized the blood, as the giant rip in your suit. 'Just a scratch' you thought to yourself as you shot webs at his eyes, put two webs on either side, pulled yourself forward, and kicked the bastard villain in the face but it was almost like you had done nothing to him as he simply ripped off the webs and threw a giant medal pipe at all of your friends. You heard their groans in pain as the villain laughed and looked over to you. "Looks like your little friends are stuck to the wall huh." the villain said as he let out a bone chilling chuckle, looking over to you with anger filled eyes.

The pain in your abdomen came back as you felt your spider seances going off like crazy as you put your hand over your stomach, pulling it back up you realized how soaked with blood it was. You looked down only to be met with blood pouring out of your stomach, you could barely hold yourself up, you felt Light headed. Tired even.

"Y/N! GET OUT OF HERE NOW! GET BACK TO THE-"

Hobie was cut off with a loud crash sound as the villain punched you into the wall all the way behind the both of you. You felt as the bones in your back snapped, pain becoming overwhelming as you screamed and cried in pain, you heard your friends screaming for you to get out of there but, you couldn't move. Well, you could, you where moving your legs just fine, but it hurt to try to get up. SO you just sat there.

"Getting tired are we?" said the villain as he stabbed you with a long medal rod, stabbing you multiple times in the thigh before moving you tour abdomen, and then to your shoulder, where he simply stabbed you once, leaning into the rode as it moved into your arm more. Your lips were dry, you mouth left agape, you couldn't feel the pain anymore, you could barely hear before you where brought back to sense by the broken scream of your boyfriends voice.

"YOU TOUCH (pronoun) ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU"

The villain looked over, a evil grin going across his face as he picked you up by the neck, the pain in your back coming back but, you couldn't scream. You couldn't breath. everything hurt. You wished you'd die right then and there. You wanted this horrible pain to end. The villain brought you over to an edge, the edge had concrete slabs and many other construction scraps everywhere, if he dropped you, you doubt that it would be very easy for them to find you. You felt yourself going blue as you felt your airway come back as the villain loosened his grip. "OH this pretty little thing? Don't touch (pronoun) anymore? Oh come on pretty little spider, don't go dying on us just yet. You're just about to see the final faces of your little boyfriend and his buddy's."

"Lyla. LYLA CALL FOR BACKUP!" Hobie screamed as he remembered the digital companion, but it was too late. The villain had already dropped you as a portal showed up with Jess and Miguel. The last sights you saw of them were Jess pushing away the bar as Miguel began to beat up the villain. Hobie immediately coming over to where you where falling as fast as possible before you fell complacently into the construction scraps, You felt as a peace of concrete fell over you, your head hitting another concrete slab.

. . .

"Y/N! Y/N PLEASE RESPOND!"

Hobie's yells where broken. You could tell he was crying under his mask. You wanted to yell back so badly but you couldn't. Everything was going black.

You felt tears running down your face, you didn't want to leave Hobie. You really didn't. He understood you, all the memories you had together.

You couldn't leave it all behind.

But you couldn't help it.

Everything went black.

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Part 2?

I almost cried writing this

[rozyowo]

One bed trope w sampo koski ❓❗❗❗

Fem!reader

"...I think i made a mistake while booking a room for both of us." You said awkwardly while looking at the bed. "Are you sure it was a 'mistake'? i feel like you did this on purpose..~" Sampo immediately responded. And well, soon earned a slap to the back of his head. "Oh for God's sake Sampo! Stop trying to make everything seem romantic, are you really that bad at trying to find a partner that you would rather make embarrassing statements and jokes?" You started pinching the bridge of your nose due to annoyance. Out of everyone, this situation really had to happen with Sampo. I swear to the aeons he's literally a curse for me.

"Ouch r/n... That hurts! You've shattered Sampo's fragile heart.." He said dramatically, putting on a sad face to try and make r/n feel guilty. But she wasn't having it. "And i hope that fragile little heart of yours stay shattered for the rest of your life." Was the last thing r/n said before leaving the room to book another room for both of them THAT actually has two beds instead of one.

But Sampo, the usual pest and nuisance he is decided to pull r/n back into the room, just great. "Wait..! Im sure the receptionist is busy taking care of other matters. For now, why dont you just relax yourself— or do anything that doesn't make you destroy everything near you..?" Sampo put on an awkward smile, trying to convince her. His tone was so rushed that she barely understood some part, but you get his point. "Whatever, and if you dare to try anything funny... I'll tell Natasha about your behavior, not only that— you'll also be taking a trip to her clinic." Sampo slightly shivered when you mentioned Natasha. The last thing he want is getting another long lecture from the nurse. "Alright— alright pal..."

....

..

.

"Sampo, any ideas on who'll sleep on the bed and the floor....?"

"You get the bed, i wouldn't want my dear friend catching a cold because of the floor now do i?"

"...Weird but thanks."

After minutes of silence, you decided to lay down on the left side of the bed, tired from what happened earlier, before earlier, AND now. While trying to adjust comfortably, the bed sinked even more and you opened your eyes, immediately looking to your right. "Sampo what the hell?! I THOUGHT we agreed on me sleeping on the bed!" You tried to move away from him but you ended up falling off the bed. Making Sampo laugh. After ten seconds of struggling, you managed to stand up. "You didn't say where i would sleep though.. So i figured out that i could choose on where." He said, trying to sound smart. "Oh, and before you tell me to get off the bed.. It's too late for that my dear friend! So you either sleep on the floor... Or beside me if you prefer to be warm and not freeze to death.." Sampo grinned at the poor frustrated woman before turning around to sleep, leaving you frustrated. "fine. But remember what i said earlier, do anything funny and—" "Alright! Alright.. I already know." Sampo really cut you off.. But you let it slide since you're too tired to even respond. when you had the courage to finally lay down the bed, sampo mumbled something under his breathe. But you didn't dare to bother asking him anymore because you're already drifting to sleep.

Although you didn't know that sampo was still wide awake... Playing with your hair while giggling quietly as if they just got accepted by their crush, which is you. <3

i didn't proofread so don't make fun of me if there's grammar or spelling error >:(

+i wrote this while it was 3am

( please this is so old get out)

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Lucio x male reader who is a new Overwatch recruit? :0

Anon your brain is so huge

This kinda just turned into general dating head cannons ;-;

Lucio x male!reader

Ok, so, first things first, he's going to be your personal healer until you get the hang of things.

He doesn't care if you're a healer too, he's by your side always.

Even if it's a small wound, he'll be right next to you asking if you need any help

"Hey, Y/n! You need me to fix that up for you?" You hear from behind you. You turn to see Lucio, one of your new co-workers, skating up to you with a smile. "Thanks, Lucio, but I think I'll be fine. They only slapped me, after all," you respond, smiling back as he comes to a halt and leans on the wall next to you. "You sure? Never hurts to be in top condition!" Lucio says, switching his track from speed boost to healing. You just shake your head and smile, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the rest of the team.

He doesn't realize that he has a major crush on you until your first actual mission.

Cassidy was also on that mission and may or may not have been flirting with you most of the time.

That upset our sweet skater, but he didn't realize why until he was talking to you later that night at dinner.

Yeah, you fell on your face after tripping on your own feet and he found it cute.

ANYWAYSSS it takes a lot of teasing from everyone else and a small bit of encouragement from you before he asks you out.

"Seriously, Lucio, just ask him already!" You say, nudging your friends' shoulder. You're both sitting in his room on his bed, talking about the mystery man that he has a crush on. Even though you have a crush on him, Lucio's your best friend and you let him tell you all about his mystery crush. Does it destroy your heart every time? Maybe. Do you care? Not really. "I don't know, Y/n. What if he doesn't like me back? How would I even ask him?" Lucio says with a dramatic sigh, flopping down on his bed. "He's an idiot if he doesn't! And besides, with your charm he'd be head over heels. Just ask if he wants to go see a movie or something and he'll fall in love immediately!" You say with a smile, flopping down next to him. You turn on your side and look at him, and he does the same. "You sure?" He asks. "Positive," you respond with a smile. "Well, then. Y/n, do you wanna go see a movie with me?" Lucio asks with a nervous smile. You stare for a second, processing what he just said. When it finally processes, you just give him a big smile and nod. "I'd love to, Lucio."

You guys start dating after a few different dates.

The first one, obviously, was a movie date. The second one was a picnic, and the third was just you guys hanging out in his room and talking about random things you enjoyed.

Anyways, Lucio tries to keep it a secret from everyone else, considering you are new and all, but they find out pretty quickly.

You aren't exactly subtle with sneaking in his room to talk after everyone else retires to their rooms. And the fact that he's always making a lovey-dovey expression towards you whenever you're in his eyesight.

Literally always. He's horrible at hiding it. Everyone knows within a week.

You and Lucio are sitting at lunch, joking around as usual. Lucio normally gets you two a table alone so that you can hold hands under the table without anyone (probably) noticing. Suddenly, Tracer blinks over, across from the two of you, and says "Hey Lovebirds! Emily wanted to know if you two wanted to come over to England to have dinner. She's really excited to meet you." Both of you sputter with your faces heating up. Tracer laughs and says, "Oh come on, you're so obvious! Newbie, you gotta tell me, were you the one to confess, or did Lucio?" "I- uh- I mean-" You sputter, looking around for help. Mei rushes over and leads tracer away, apologizing profusely. You turn to Lucio and say, "So much for it being a secret," with a shrug. He laughs and nods, putting your linked hands on the table and kissing your cheek.

You know how clingy he was during your first few missions? Yeah, quadruple that when you two are dating.

If you ask him to stop, he will but he's definitely going to be watching from afar. A little creepy, but he just wants to make sure that you're okay. You're new, after all!

He always talks with whoever's on your squad when you're going on a mission without him.

All in all, he's a great teammate and an even better boyfriend.

[boombrothersasks]

Find him Shadow! Save your little brother!

Shadow turned around the corner, and found his suspicions right. There Eclipse was, standing right in front of him, just staring back without a word. While Team Sonic stayed behind to keep watch, Shadow approached the darkling.

"Look, Eclipse...its been brought to my attention that what I said was...wrong. I admit it, alright? I'm not at all good at this sort of thing. Me, the ultimate lifeform, not good at something? Shocking, I know-"

"SHADOW." Amy loudly whispered to get him back on track.

"Right. I wanted to tell you the truth any other way, honest. I'd been thinking about it for so long and I didn't want to hurt you but the truth is the truth and what it all comes down to is-"

"What...the actual heck are you talking about?"

"...Excuse me?"

"Why would you be apologizing to me? We're enemies. Its literally my job to kill you."

"None of that is true."

"Oh, really? Don't play dumb. You hate me. You always have. You wanted me gone, and now, I think you're the one who should be gone."

Shadow didn't notice, but while Eclipse stepped forward, he stepped back. This wasn't like either of them at all.

"Where did you even get these ideas...?"

"I'll admit, I maybe kinda sorta...didn't remember at first. I didn't remember who you were, or what you did to me, or why I hated you so much to begin with. I was lucky enough to have someone who could actually remind me of who you really are."

That was the only thing he needed to hear.

"Okay, I see what this is," Shadow shoved Eclipse aside, something team Sonic didn't really understand, and something that made the darkling angrier. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? COME OUT HERE AND GIVE ME ANSWERS, YOU COWARD."

"I reaaaaallly thought you would've gotten it sooner," Shadow stepped to the side once he noticed a familiar, overly-hateable platypus standing beside him. "But, then again, you always have been 'all brawn no brains' from the start, haven't you, Shadow."

"Hey, my name's not Shadow!" Knuckles shouted.

"...Oh great. You've made friends who are just as idiotic as you are. Fantastic."

"They're not my friends," Shadow scowled. "I hate them just as much as you, believe me. Now answer my question. What. Did you. Do to him."

"Me? I did nothing at all. I merely brought him back to his senses. He was quite delusional even when I first encountered him, you know. The sheer belief and trust he had in you was uncanny. All I did was help him, unlike you. You only hurt him. You only lied to him."

"THAT DOESN'T ANSWER ANYTHING!"

"Fine, if its the long story short you want. I offered help in getting rid of you, if he so desired. And he did. So, I got rid of you, from his memory. Simple as that."

"How does that even work...?"

"Eh, a small chip in his brain was really all I needed to-"

"THERES A WHAT IN MY BRAIN?!" Eclipse exclaimed. "HOW?! WHAT?!"

"Plot convenience, darkling. You should probably just forget about that."

"Forget about what?"

...

"So it was you. I knew it from the start." Shadow glared.

"Like that matters now? You were already too late to save him. You still should've been faster, smarter...you should've been better."

Shadow had nothing to say after that.

"Alright, you've already hogged him for long enough!" Shadow wasn't able to do much before Eclipse sped towards him, pushing him down onto the ground. "You think you can get rid of me? Nah...I'll just have to get rid of you first."

[trensu]

I've recently reread Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall, and I can't help but think it'd be a fun modern day steddie au.

It's a bit of a stretch, probably, but Eddie could work at a struggling, obscure charity. Not sure exactly which role, but the charity is so small it doesn't even matter because if any of the, what, five or so people who work there get caught in a scandalous situation it would mean bad, reputation-ruining press for the group. And Eddie getting photographed while he, idk, drunkenly makes his way home after a quickie in the alley behind a bar or smth is MOST DEFINITELY bad press. Now, Eddie may not care what people say about him, but he also doesn't want to be responsible for the charity's collapse either. He's not heartless.

In order to rehabilitate his public image, he needs to get himself a respectable boyfriend. You know, so he could be a PR-friendly type of gay. Does conforming to heteronormative expectations for his hypothetical queer relationship make him wanna grind his teeth to dust? You bet your ass it does!! But again, he can't have the death of the charity weighing on his conscience.

He's bemoaning his plight to his bestie Chrissy, who has the brilliant idea to hook him up with Steve Harrington.

"No. Nope! No fucking way," says Eddie. "He's a dick who thinks he's better than everyone else!"

Chrissy gasps in offense. "Not true! Steve's actually a really sweet guy, and I know if you just gave him a chance, you two would make a great couple!"

"Chris, I already gave him a chance. Like, two years ago at that Halloween party. Put the moves on him, took him home, and I woke up completely alone, fully clothed and sadly untouched the next morning. And the one time someone thought we were together? He laughed. Like the thought of dating someone as low on the social ladder as me was absurd. The guy hates me!"

Chrissy looked completely baffled. "Well that doesn't make sense at all! Robin said-- nevermind, there must've been some misunderstanding."

"I know you find this hard to believe, my love, but your girlfriend is, on occasion, absolutely and completely wrong," Eddie crosses his arms defensively. "Whatever. It doesn't even matter because it's not happening. And he's not even my type."

"Now that's a lie. He's totally your type," Chrissy counters smugly. Damn her for being his best friend for nearly a decade and knowing him better than anyone else on the planet. Eddie, maturely, sticks his tongue out at her, which she immediately reciprocates because they're besties for a reason.

"Even if he wasn't," she continues, "he's exactly the kind of person you need for this! He's a Harrington, for one." Chrissy starts ticking off fingers. "He chose to work at a public school even though he could've gotten a cushy, better paying job at his dad's company. Not to mention, his inheritance is big enough that he doesn't even need to work!"

"Ha, so he's stealing jobs from more qualified candidates to fuel his own ego!" Eddie tries, but Chrissy narrows her eyes so venomously it makes Eddie feel a twinge of guilt for the admittedly baseless accusation.

"And, and!" Chrissy plows on as if Eddie hadn't interrupted, "he volunteers at after-school programs for underprivileged kids. You literally cannot find a more wholesome or attractive guy for this. I mean, his own parents still parade him around occasionally when they wanna score brownie points with the press."

Eddie opens his mouth to make a snarky comment and instead grimaces when Chrissy kicks him under the table. Then she metaphorically kicks him in the teeth with the most sugary sweet tone when she finishes her last, most pertinent point.

"Besides, beggars can't be choosers."

Eddie throws his arms up in dramatic defeat. "Fine! Fine. I guess I can at least give this a try."

Chrissy squeals excitedly and starts tapping rapidly on her cell. "I'll let Robin know so she can help set up a date!"

Eddie drops his head in his hands and lets out a pathetic, drawn-out groan of misery.

"Trust me, Eddie-bear, this is gonna work out perfectly and you can thank me in your wedding speech when you two get married!"

--

One week later sees Eddie walking into a restaurant that is so far out of his price range it might as well be on another continent. He feels severely underdressed in his only pair of unripped black pants and the wine-red button down that Chrissy bought him for his birthday that was a size too small and pinched uncomfortably across the shoulders.

Steve spots him from the table he'd picked for them, and stands up as Eddie approaches like some kind of old timey gentleman. Eddie is abruptly certain that if Steve had been wearing a hat, he'd have removed it respectfully as if Eddie were a proper lady. He goes so far as to pull out Eddie's chair for him. A part of Eddie melts a little at the treatment, but a larger part beats that part with a nail bat and feels a bit condescended.

"Eddie, hi," Steve says with a tight smile. "It's, uh, it's good to see you."

Eddie swallows down a sudden bout of nerves. He sees Steve's eyes flicker down, and for a brief, completely insane moment, he thinks Steve was following the line if his throat down to where he had left a probably less than appropriate number of buttons undone on his shirt (which he cannot be faulted for because seriously, Chrissy should know his shirt size by now). But no, of course not, because Steve's eyes continue down to look at the wine list at their table.

"Hey, yeah," Eddie responds awkwardly. "Um, same."

The silence that follows is, in a word, excruciating. Eddie is seriously tempted to take the nearby fork and stab himself in the neck just to escape. So of course when the silence is broken its because they start talking over one another.

"Did you want to look at the wine m--"

"So how expensive is this--"

They stop simultaneously. With another tight smile, Steve gestures for Eddie to go on. Eddie clears his throat.

"I was asking what the price range is for this place? It's not my, uh, usual scene so I don't really know what to expect."

Steve's smile warms a little. "Yeah, no, don’t worry. I'm paying. "

Eddie can't even enjoy the small change in Steve's smile because the trailer trash kid in him reared its head at the implication.

"No! No, jesus, that not what I meant," Steve interrupts. "Look, I picked the place so it's only fair that I pay for this da--uh, outing."

"I can pay for myself, you know," Eddie snaps. "Just because I didn't have a trust fund doesn't mean--"

Eddie scowls. "No, I'd rather pay for myself, thanks."

Steve sighs and looks like his wants to pinch the bridge of his nose like a fed up school teacher. Which, good. Serves his privileged ass right.

"Listen, just let me pay this time. Please?" He barrels on before Eddie can protest. "If it helps, the chef is one of the kids I used to babysit when I was in high school, okay? She only started working here a couple of months back and I want to support her. She's fantastic, I promise. Worth every penny. But you know how it is. No matter how good you are at something, there's always moments of doubt and she's had a rough week."

Steve finishes with stubborn set to his unfairly handsome jaw. Jesus H Christ, what was Eddie supposed to do with that? Of course Steve had to have a stupidly cute and sentimental excuse to pay. Now Eddie will be the asshole if he kicks up a fuss.

"Fine," Eddie begrudgingly relents. The smile that forms pretty pink lips is one of the sweetest Eddie's ever seen. It crinkles the corners of Steve's eyes. Eddie swallows nervously and goes back to fiddling with his fork. There's a fluttering in his chest that he's trying hard to convince himself is heartburn. It isn't.

Fuckfuckfuck.

Steve's started pointing out different dishes that this El person apparently invented herself, but Eddie can't focus on his words. He's too entranced by Steve's voice and the way his whole demeanor relaxed when he started talking about El. Eddie again contemplates stabbing himself with the fork.

He's so fucking fucked.

[asherloki]

HELLO I LOVE YOUR WORK! CAN WE GET SHERLOCK X READER WITH PROMPT 18 PLEASE?

ITS OKAY IF YOU REFUSE HAVE AN AMAZING DAY

It's nice to have a friend

Sherlock x reader

Prompt list here

A/n:- I'm so glad you like my work, I hope you like it, sorry it came out platonic, made more sense to me that way.

Y/n is the neighbour of Sherlock Holmes, she lives in the upper flat of the detective's. They both kinda get along well, platonically. They're like the friends that understand's eachother's eye signs, they argues like siblings, they care like besties. But y/n is rather possesive, maybe a bit like Sherlock, if anyone touches her stuffs she acts like how Sherlock would if you touch his test tubes.

The only thing that was different from Sherlock about her was that she was literally a cry baby. And that annoyed Sherlock, well he made it seem so, but ultimately his hand would be the one calming her down by wrapping them around her.

So on a Sunday when Sherlock just got up from his bed wrapped in his bedsheet, he heard his door creeked open, and went to see it was y/n, "hey morning!" Said she all dressed up. He was stunned to see her like that, usually she's in her pyajamas or shorts that are so short that might even gives a glimpse of her butt.

"Hey, good morning, where are you upto?" He asked.

"Oh well" she buzzed in excitement and came in, "you remember Lauren?"

"The popular guy of your college?"

"Yes! He asked me out, Tada!"

"Woah that's cool" he said blankly didn't know what to think about it."

"Huh! I'm so happy, anyway I came to give you this extra key, if I drop mine on the road in excitement, so I'll ask this extra from you."

"What if I'm out?"

"Oh just give it to Mrs Hudson then, anyway I'm late see, you mate". Waving she went out, Sherlock literally saw from the window she was leaping through the road. He rolled her eyes but couldn't help but giggle at her.

Sherlock got a case from lestrade which needed his immediate attention. So He went out after two hours of y/n's departure.

At 8pm y/n came home, she didn't look very happy, atleast not that how she was when she was out. She went upstairs to ask Sherlock for her keys. As she reached she found his door open but Sherlock wasn't in, she didn't like to enter his flat when he wasn't there cause it would be invading his privacy. Baffled of why's his door open she did went upstairs. Half way through she saw her door unlocked too, "wtf?" She thought. This new fear of a thief entering their flats and stealing stuffs replaced her sadness. She couldn't think properly, her things being touched was so frightening she ran to her flat and pushed her bedroom door open, she gasped at the sight of Sherlock sitting on her bed and looking up at her, "y/n how was...."

“Why are you in my bed?” she interrupted him.

“I was sad.” he replied

“Well now I’m sad you’re in my bed, move.” said she almost with tears in her eyes and with a pout. He noticed it and knew her date didn't went well or she's just making a fuzz out of nothing.

"I... I always noticed whenever you're sad you go to your bedroom and comeback as if nothing happened so I thought maybe..."

"Ugh" she said annoyed, "fine why are you sad?"

"Why are YOU sad?" He cross questioned.

"I asked first". She replied

"Fine you win, thinking everything in a complicated way, checkmated me, I forgot to see the simple solution, so you see, my first deduction of a case which I was sure of wasn't correct, though the second one was, but I wasn't sure of it, that much".

"Oh" she said.

"You?"

"Well" she sat beside him, and looked down then said softly, "you know me, I'm looking for love, and I want marriage. Lauren, he is a real nice guy, respectful, but doesn't believe in marriage. I don't know what to do".

He listened, but this topic is not very much of Sherlock Holmes's interest so he didn't know what to say on that, rather he asked, "how everything goes fine when you come out of this room? I'm here for half an hour and I'm still upset."

"You what? Did you touch anything?" She gasped.

"What no... Well except for your makeup products, those are expensive, how much do you spend on them?"

"You? " She almost bursted but calmed herself, "I forgive you this time."

"I'm grateful " he joked "so? My answer ".

She giggled and replied, "I cry here, I'm a cry baby, i cry, let my sadness go and comeback stronger."

"I see, I never done that, anyway you take some rest I better go..."

She held his arm to forbid her from going, "maybe you can sit here, it doesn't make me sad anymore."

He smiled and sat down beside her, "maybe we should cry our sadness out" he said with a laughter. But they didn't cry that night, they laughed over lot's of things, that seemed sad alone but with eachother the burden was light a bit.

[womanofwords]

The Friends You Keep

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Lewis asked.

Johnny laughed. "You'll be fine," Johnny insisted. "We're inside, we'd have to try to get hurt playing this game because that's how harmless it is, and Sammy isn't allowed to punish you even if you do get caught."

"What are the rules again?"

"Each sticker you put onto Sammy's back is worth a point, and we go in turns. If you're the reason that we get caught, you lose three points. Most points wins. I'll show you."

Lewis gaped as Johnny went over to his brother and patted him on the back, leaving behind three stickers. "Whoa," he whispered to himself.

"Your turn, Lewis," Johnny said.

Lewis whimpered as he looked at Johnny's brother. He was a big guy; he'd seen him pick Johnny up with just one arm. But Johnny was so casual about it, so it had to be OK. "Good luck to me," Lewis muttered to himself, as he put a literal handful of stickers onto his palm and stuck it onto Sammy.

"What are you doing?" Sammy asked. Lewis whimpered, and wisely decided to book it to Johnny's room.

"Sammy's going to kill me over that dumb game!" Lewis whimpered. "I knew I should never have listened to you!"

"Oh, boys?" Sammy cooed, sending chills down their spines. "I want to talk to you."

Lewis clung to Johnny, his nails leaving half-moon indents on his forearm. "Help," Lewis whimpered.

Sammy opened the door and grinned down at them. "So, who do I get first?" Sammy looked between Johnny and Lewis with a gleam in his eyes. "You're the resident repeat offender-" he pointed at Johnny, "-but you seem like you'll be more fun." He grinned at Lewis, who whimpered.

"It was my idea. You should leave him out of it," Johnny said. "Besides, you're not allowed to punish him. He doesn't live here."

"Yeah, you can't hurt me!" Lewis blurted out.

Sammy grinned, baring teeth that looked slightly too sharp for a human. "Who said I was going to hurt you?" Hands dragged Lewis over to Sammy, and he squeaked. "It's about time that you learned a lesson about the friends you keep, little one."

"Mmph!" Lewis bit his tongue as Sammy's hands wriggled into his ribs. Johnny squirmed in a mix of horror and empathy. That didn't last long. "Hahahahahahahahaha!"

"Attaboy. Knew you'd crack," Sammy taunted.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Lewis howled, thrashing around in Sammy's arms.

"Sammy, he can't take it," Johnny said, looking at Lewis with concern.

"Yes, he can," Sammy told him. "And once I'm done with him, you're next."

(PAUSE)

Sammy left the boys in giggly heaps on the floor, smirking down at them. "You gonna try messing with me again?" Sammy asked.

"No," Lewis hurriedly said, taking shaky breaths.

"Be mindful of the company you keep, little one. Johnny's a good influence overall, but he gets into a lot of mischief," Sammy said. "You seem to have a good head on your shoulders. Don't do stupid things because he suggests it."

"Understood," Lewis said.

"You are so mean, Sammy," Johnny said, just as Sammy was about to leave. The older sibling stopped in their tracks. Lewis flinched.

"You're right, I am," Sammy said. "In fact, I bet I'm mean enough to get you for another round."

"Oh no," Johnny whimpered, as Sammy picked him up and carried him away. Lewis did not envy him as he listened to his friend's screams of laughter. Sammy was right; Johnny got himself into a lot of bad situations.

[fatbiatchforever]

Out of time (Pt.2)

I'm sorry if this one sucks.

"Y/N?"

You looked away from your lunch, "Hm?"

"Pushing the food around won't make it disappear." 

You rolled your eyes, "I'm not hungry."

Your friend got up from the table, "Absolutely not."

You huffed and rest your head on your palm. At least your head wasn't throbbing.

When did it all start? And why? How did I not see it? Was I the only one who thought we were happy?

"We can get ice cream if you finish it."

"Dude, I'm not four."

"Fine. I thought it would cheer you up."

"I mean, it would."

She turned and leaned against the counter, "How are you though?"

You shrugged, "Fine."

"You can talk to me."

"I know. But there's nothing to say. We're done and that's the end."

She sighed, "We both know it's not that simple. You love him."

The pressure in your chest increased and your eyesight got blurry.

"I know how you feel about him Y/N. Whatever happened yesterday, maybe talking about it would help you-"

"He said he wasn't happy."

Your friend paused, "What?"

You raised your voice, "He said he wasn't happy. No, he said he doesn't think he would be happy. WITH ME." 

Every tear that welled up in your eyes, escaped. You closed your eyes to focus on your breathing. You heard the floor scraping beside you. 

"Y/N,"

"All I ever want is for him to be happy."

"I know."

"And I'm the reason he's not."

"I don't-"

"We're done."

Before she could say anything else, you looked at her, "I don't think I can talk about it. Please."

She gave you a understanding nod and hugged you, "I love you."

You nod, "Good because this shirt is covered in my snot at this point."

She laughed, "I don't think your shirt is doing any better."

"A relationship and a shirt. The best day I've had in a while."

She pulled back and looked at you, "You don't want to talk about it but you're ready to make jokes?"

"Everyone grieves in their own way. Let me be!"

"Okay, sorry. To make the day even better, I'm going to order ice cream."

You got up to get a tissue, "Caramel pecan?"

"Whatever you want kid."

"Damn. I might get used to this treatment."

****

Both of you ran across the flat to get ready for the best pity party ever. A list of movies, ice cream on the way, shit load of booze on the coffee table, and two of your other friends on the way. 

You were setting the lights up, while your friend played the overbearing mother,

"At any point you need a breather, tell me. We can go outside and just chill."

"I'll be fine. If I need something, you're the first person to hear about it."

The knock on the door pulls you away from the little strand of cable that refused to cooperate with you.

"Good. And stop fussing over the fairy lights, they look perfect."

You stand up and walk back to get the final view, "You're such a mo-"

"Bucky!" 

You turned the other way to find your friend griping the door so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. 

Fuck!!!!!

"Hi. Is Y/N here?"

"Is Y/N here?" She asked, which for sure wasn't a rhetorical question. It was directed at you since she literally looked directly at you.

You violently shook your head.

"Nope. She's not here." Her awkward laughs for sure wasn't helping her case.

"Oh okay."

You couldn't see Bucky, so you stared at your best friend to assess his reaction.

"Listen, I know I heard her when you opened the door. If she doesn't want to talk to me, that's fine. I just need to know she's safe."

You scoff. And by the sudden turn of your friends head, it was audible.

You smacked your head and walked towards the door. 

You left a shaky breath before you walked beside your friend and saw what made the pit in your stomach grow.

You didn't know what to say.

"Hey! Fancy seeing you here, after you told me you're not happy with me and ended our relationship."

No, you didn't say that.

Instead, you stood there. Stood there looking at the man who broke your heart. Who you trusted it with. Who you loved like you never thought you could. Who's disheveled look only made you worry more for him.

"I'm going to give you two space." She moves closer to you, "I'll be in the kitchen. Call me if you need me."

You gave her a small smile before returning your gaze back. He was definitely awake the whole night. Not that you cared, obviously.

"I'll text you before I come back to get my things. I might need a few days."

"I'm not here for that. You're moving out?" The last part was almost a whisper.

"I'm not going to live with my ex. So yeah, I'm moving out."

You noticed how his face changed when you uttered 'ex'. How he looked hurt by it. It pissed you off. Why is he acting like he's hurt when he was the one to break it off?

"Why are you here?"

"I needed to-"

"Bucky."

Both of you turned to the source.

"Hey."

They walked past Bucky and hugged you, "You good?"

"Yessir."

"Do you want him here?" One of them asked.

"We're just talking. Get in, I'll be back in five."

He looked back at Bucky, "Five. I'm coming out other wise."

You walked outside the flat to a side, with Bucky behind you.

You sighed when the door closed, "Continue."

Bucky, his signature move, shoved his hands in his pocket, "I needed to see you."

"Why?"

"I'm sorry."

You shook your head in disbelief, "What do you think that's going to do?"

Bucky finally met your gaze, "You forgive me."

"And?"

He let out a sigh, "Giving me another chance." 

"Wow."

"Y/N-"

"No."

"I messed up. I shouldn't have said that. It's not even true."

"But you still said it. And it hurt. More than anything."

He got his hands out and moved towards you, but you moved back. He was shocked by your reaction, the abrupt halt in his movements made it clear.

You continued, "I love you. So fucking much. So much that, if not having me in your life makes you happy, then I'll step away."

"You make me happy. I don't know what I was thinking. I, after you left, I realized pushing you away won't help any of us."

"After I left?" You whispered, "You realized that after I left?"

He didn't say anything.

"Bucky,"

He looked at you. His face tensed and his breath shaky.

"You should have known that before I left. You should have known I wasn't worth pushing away before I walked out."

"Doll, I'm so sorry."

You didn't realize till now that you were crying. That you both were.

"Whenever you tried to push me away, I stuck around. I did that because I loved you and I understood where you came from. Yesterday was different. You said you were unhappy and you wouldn't do anything to get me back."

"I fucked up." He leaned on the wall, "I fucked it all up."

You were drained. You need to sit down, "You deserve everything Bucky. What happened was bound to happen. You'll find someone who deserves you."

You wrapped your arms around your waist  and walked back to the door.

"I know I don't deserve you. Everyone knows you can do so much better than me. But I can't, without you."

You turn back to face him. He was still leaning on the wall, his head tilted towards you.

"You're right. I should have known better than letting you go. But I can't stop thinking about possibility of you getting something better. I don't want to be the reason you don't get that."

He stood straight, "I can't. Seeing you leave was the hardest thing I've ever felt. Seeing you cry because of me," he cleared his throat, "I know I messed it all up, and I'm sorry."

He walked closer, "I'll do everything and anything to get you back. That house is not my home without my baby."

"I need space."

You saw the hesitation on his face before he replied, "Okay."

You brushed your tears away and opened the door.

"I'll never push you away. I know what's mine and I'm never letting go again. No matter how long it takes. Until the day you tell me otherwise."

You quickly walk in and shut the door behind you. You held your neck because of how bad it hurt. How bad it hurt everywhere.

[stranger-rants]

(3) I'm not saying that fans have to like Nancy, if she's someone they don't relate to its fine. I even agree that she is now the epitome of young white feminism, entitlement, her family republican support roots and middle class privilege. I do agree it was assholeish of her on how she treated Jonathan (while i still understand her anger towards Tom Holloway and the sexist, hostile and creepy old coworkers) she should have said sorry to him just like he apologized to her, the fact that she can't make girl friends her age besides Barb, how she treated Robin in S4 that was harsh at moments and unconsiderate i could go on..

(4) She can definitely be still up to be questioned and the talks on why the whole girlboss rep that the Duffers swear they bring but fails miserably every time. I need to add that Steve himself should also get the same exact treatment in this case. But none of his fan favorite cult sees that because he said sorry, changed for better and they all bought into his so called "character arc" which is not even a good one or not even there, they even bought the whole mediocrity of him being a "gay ally" (this even comes from me as a fanom bisexual Steve truther). It's so weird to me how he's always treated as such a catch with all this people being like "Nancy doesn't deserve Steve this and that" but maybe that there is also just me as well...

5, Last one i promise) but this whole anti and villain narrative treatment she gets from the fandom in which she does not deserve any single chance of nuances, a proper arc, her being seen or listened, chances to redeem herself and make up for her wrongdoings. The fact that they go far to literally laugh at her privacy and autonomy being technically ripped, exposed and violated, so far to the point she should be punished for her friend's death just because she had sex well, this people so give the vibe of the individuals you would never trust to openly talk about your SA/harassment/abuse situations to. Says a lot of little concerning vibes, that are just as low and bad as the anti Billy behaviour we've got to see from time to time. I do comprehend none of these characters are real but there's that; makes me cringe how this has just increased in Womens rights month and the fact these things are coming from mostly women, which is kinda sad.

I'll end my point saying that yeah, it speaks volumes.

I will say this about what female characters are owed in fandom and that’s the same level of complexity we grant to male characters. That’s what I think any character who represents a marginalized group is owed, and yes it can be frustrating when you’re not given that. It is concerning to see people buy into the Nice Guy trope and the rape culture surrounding young people, especially women and girls. It’s okay to be upset by that, even if the characters aren’t real, and to call it out as such. I personally think that Steve and Nancy are bad for each other because neither of their goals and ideals line up. That doesn’t mean Nancy is The Problem, of course. In fact, I’m tired of talking about her in relation to Steve and vice versa.

I do think this fandom’s treatment of female characters like Nancy can be hypocritical compared to their uncritical adoration of Steve who is really just some guy with a lot of money, but at the same time the way she is positioned as a gun toting “badass” young woman who gets empowering speeches from her Thatcher-loving predator of a mother is what makes her character off-putting to queer fans, many who are gay and/or trans and who’ve spoken up about how aggravating that is. It’s not just women who are critical of her character, and while you’ve already acknowledged these issues I do want to make a distinction between hate posts made by misogynists and criticisms given by people hurt by the glorified politics surrounding the Wheeler family. I know people argue that their children aren’t conservatives by association, and I get that but The Duffers don’t say or do anything meaningful to subvert or deny that.

As a character, the best thing for her would be to branch out and experience new things but she stagnates like Steve because The Duffers don’t let them grow beyond The Girlboss and The Babysitter roles they’ve designated them with. That can also lead to some of the hate she receives, but that’s a writing problem and not something that is inherently wrong with a teenage girl not having all the tools and the knowledge to make the right decisions 100% of the time… which… why should we be expecting that out of anyone anyway.

[heeheesang]

competition

slow dance ☆°`~

"you look so fine, kyo!" changmin complimented and slapped my shoulder playfully as we all rested in the waiting room before going up on stage to perform.

"i have to agree with him on that, you're on fire girl!" hanni added and i blushed brighter than the blush on my cheeks.

"you're gonna burn the stage, kyo!" karina added on.

"thank you guys, you're too much. and thank you hanni and karina for coming to see changmin and i perform,"

"it's fine, kyo! we wanna see our besties dancing!"

not too long later, the door busted open. heeseung and his friends had entered the room with drinks and cake in their hands.

"sorry we're late! we got coffee for everyone! and tea for kyojin and chaeyoung!" i laughed at jungwon's statement.

"there's my girl! you look so good! good luck for your performance," sunghoon came up and spun me around then hugged me, "thank you, hoon. i'll try my best!"

"heeseung!" we both side eyed the two who had just copied what we had done and laughed before confirming our plans for after the performance.

"seonsu high? you're up next! good luck!" the producer said and we all stretched a little, saying our last good lucks before going behind stage.

"good luck kyojin,"

"you too, heeseung."

we were about to go up on stage when karina ran up beside heeseung and hugged him one last time, does she not care about me, aka her best friend?

soon enough, the other team got down and one of them harshly bumped into my shoulder, "my shoulder,"

"oops, sorry, princess. need a bandage for that?"

"fuck off, youngjin."

ah youngjin, the guy i used to date, like two years ago, yet the guy i despise the most. he still gets on my nerves even if he's in a different high school.

"you okay?" heeseung asked, wanting to take a look af it but i moved my body, "yes."

"next up, seonsu high!"

let's just say that the performance was super awkward with heeseung but it all went well. i didn't make any eye contact and he didn't purposely drop me. my hoops were falling off half way but i took it off backstage when i wasn't on stage. however, i could've done better.

"let's hear it for seonsu high!"

we all bowed and held hands, i was beside heeseung and held on to one of his fingers only because my palms were sweating like hell. we all went backstage and back to our rooms, hugging and swinging arms as a celebration that we've finished our first competition.

"oh my god! you guys were so good!" jungwon yelled as soon as we entered the room and i went to my bag immediately, wiping my sweaty palms with tissues and wet wipes.

"you did so well, hee."

"you did so well hee, my ass. i did well and she doesn't even talk to me when he's here." i whispered to myself, not noticing that sunghoon was right next to me and laughed at every word i said.

"good job, kyojin. you too, changmin! you guys did great."

"i'm not so sure, i could've done better... i just need to know if we're able to proceed to the next level." i said and sunghoon puts his hand on my shoulder and patted it, "you did well, don't worry kyo."

about five performances and a short intermission break, we were all called onto stage again to announce the top five that will be able to proceed to the next stage. i was in between changmin and heeseung, holding onto their shirts for dear life, literally.

"good show, kyojin."

"stop bothering her, youngjin." changmin stood up for me.

"or what?"

"ignore him, min."

"stop it." heeseung suddenly turned to face him and he was taller than youngjin, making him feel a little intimidated.

"gosh kyojin, is your dance partner a bodyguard or something?"

"don't know, don't care."

"welcome back again to the annual dance festivals. i believe that everyone here has tried their best and has put in the maximal effort into today's perfomances. however, i'm hurt to announce the top five schools that will be able to progress. just a reminder, every one of you here has great potential, don't be disheartened.

the first school is, han high school. second goes to, busan high school." the judge announced and i looked down, holding onto their shirts tighter.

the number got to third soon and our school wasn't coming out of his mouth, i started losing faith and hope.

"we'll never wi—"

"fifth place, seonsu high."

"we won?! we won! oh my god!" i yelled out loud, stopping when i came back to my senses and realised that a huge crowd was in front of me.

"congrats to these five schools."

a/n : should heeseung and karina have a relationship to piss kyojin off

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