#but yeah me and my sister put on music videos in the morning because a) it's good background noise

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1994? I was doing this right up until 2011

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Kinsley’s Album Imagine

Author’s Note: This imagine is based on some asks I received of Kinsley (Yoongi’s oldest child) doing a documentary similar to Road to D-Day! I hope you guys enjoy it!

“You know, I think people aren’t sure what to think of me,” Kinsley began as she sat against a plain black backdrop, a brown sweater dress on her body with her hair piled on top of her head. 

“Of course, people know me as the eldest child of Suga from BTS,” she chuckled. “But I’ve always been more than that. I’m a sister, friend, wife, and mother. Most importantly though, I’m a musician.”

A montage flashed onto the screen then, showing a few snapshots of Min Kinsley’s life up to this point; her childhood with her parents, sister and brother, hanging out with her bestfriends/cousins and her superstar uncles, her wedding day, and four separate moments of her with her children. The very last shot that came up was a video of Kinsley in front of a sold out crowd, her gummy smile on display as the crowd chanted her name. 

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“So, what made you want to document this process?” The producer asked and Kinsley pursed her lips as she thought about it. 

“I went into this thinking that I wanted to make this album my most personal work yet,” she replied. “I’ve put out mini albums and EPs before and though I love the work I did on those, I wanted to dig deeper. I felt like I had so much to say and I just had an urge to get it out. Plus, I had a point to prove.”

“And what point was that?”

“That I’m a damned good musician, and I didn’t just use my Daddy’s name to get to where I am,” Kinsley stated firmly. 

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D-425

“Are you sure this is something you want to do?” Mason asked as the two of them moved around the kitchen early one morning, preparing breakfast for their kids. 

“I’ve made EPs and mini albums in the past, and you’ve never asked me that before,” Kinsley side eyed him as she spooned some kimchi into each of the kid’s lunch boxes. 

“Yeah but we’re talking a full length album here,” he shot back. “You wanna do full promotions, interviews, possibly a tour?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s a lot baby and trust me, you know that I know,” Mason explained. “I know that you have things you want to get out in your music and I fully support that. I just don’t want the results to bring more stress than relief, you know?”

“I understand but I just...I need to do this Mase,” Kinsley stated firmly as she stopped moving to look at her husband. “I feel like the only way to get the things that I want to say out is to put them to music. You know that’s the way that has always made the most sense to me.”

“Yeah but you can’t blame me for worrying,” he grumbled and Kinsley smiled, stepping over to him and wrapping her arms around his mid-section and laying her cheek against his broad back. 

“I appreciate you being concerned for me,” she said. “But I need you to support me on this. I wanna do it but I can’t without knowing you have my back.” Mason turned around then, wrapping his arms around his wife and squeezing her tight.

“I always have your back baby, you know that,” he smiled before leaning down and kissing her firmly.

“Mason is easily my best friend,” Kinsley smiled in her interview. “I knew that the things I wanted to do with this album would take a lot out of me and I knew I’d need his support. I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about though, because that man would jump in front of a train for me and I for him.” Kinsley paused then, a wide gummy smile appearing on her face as she began to laugh. “Well, I probably wouldn’t jump in front of a train for him but I do love him a lot.”

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D-414

“You know, I’m gonna be honest,” Ava began and Kinsley scoffed loudly as they sat together in Kinsley’s studio. 

“I didn’t ask.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Ava grinned. “Personally, I don’t think you have shit to prove to anyone.”

“Ave,-”

“No, I’m serious,” Ava stated firmly. “You’ve been turning out hits ever since you started working for HYBE. Literally everything that you produce becomes a hit or at least a fan favorite which always means more in my opinion. That’s why I don’t understand why you feel the need to do this.”

“First off, I’m making the album because I want to,” Kinsley clarified. “Secondly, I’m sick of people saying that it’s not me that makes the record good but whoever it is performing on it. I’m not trying to take all the credit but it is a joint effort, damn it.”

“All that shit talking comes along with us being our fathers’ children,” Ava chuckled. “People have been talking shit about us since the day we were born, literally so why wait until you’re 33 years old to reply?”

“I have things I want to get off my chest,” Kinsley shrugged. “I’ve always taken the route of being silent and letting my work speak for itself but I think maybe it’s time I be open and direct about things.”

“Ah, sounds like I’m rubbing off on you then,” Ava giggled, making Kinsley roll her eyes. “So, you want my vocals?”

“Yeah, I have this song I wrote last night but I left the chorus bare because I want you to make it your own,” Kinsley explained. 

“Well, let me hear what you have so far,” Ava said. 

“Growing up, I always felt like Ava and I were the most different out of our friend group, which we all call OT8,” Kinsley said in her interview. “Nowadays though, I think she’s the one that I can relate to the most. We’re both women in a male dominated industry, we’re mothers working in this industry, and she so easily understands me in a musical sense. I make fun of her a lot but there’s been times when she’s seen me through some tough shit. I’m honestly so grateful for her.” 

“Kins is so talented, it’s almost unbelievable,” Ava chuckled in her own interview. “Most people in our industry work as hard as they can all their lives and still don’t come close to being as good as Kins is. Her ear and her ability to just know what people are going to like is uncanny. If it weren’t for her, I truthfully don’t think I would’ve ever found my vocal color and what works for me. I owe her everything.”

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D-385

“So, I think I’m making pretty good progress,” Kinsley reported as the camera showed her sitting in her studio. “I’ve been on a kick lately and I think I’ve finished about two songs, including the one with Ava. The bad part about it though, is that I’ve been in the this studio for literally two weeks just to get that much done.”

“The most challenging part of my job is absolutely trying to balance it with everything else that I have going on in my life,” Kinsley chuckled in her interview. “Music is my first love and that’ll never change. However, I have many more loves in my life that also require my attention.”

“Oh shit,” Kinsley in her studio muttered as her phone began to ring, her eyes widening when she saw Mason was calling her so she quickly answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Mommy,” Brooklyn whined. “When are you coming home?”

“I’m not sure baby,” Kinsley sighed. “I’m in the studio right now.”

“You’ve been there for years already!” Brooklyn exclaimed and Kinsley couldn’t help but to laugh. “It’s not funny!”

“You’re right baby, it’s not and I’m sorry for laughing,” Kinsley replied as she stood up from her chair and went to lay down on the sofa in her studio. “Mommy is working right now and I wanna try to get it done so I have to stay a little while longer.”

“But Daddy doesn’t put me to sleep like you do,” Brooklyn whimpered. “He doesn’t give me three kisses, to keep the monsters away.”

“How about this? How about you let Daddy put you to bed and when I get home, I’ll come and give you your three kisses?”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” Kinsley swore.

“Ok,” Brooklyn agreed easily. “I love you Mommy.”

“I love you too, Brookie,” Kinsley murmured. 

“I’m sorry,” Kinsley sniffled in her interview, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. “I know it may not seem like a big deal but moments where I’m torn between staying engrossed in my work and going home to kiss the monsters away from my babies really fucks with me sometimes. It’s a constant balancing act and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to truly give equal time to both.”

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D-343

“God, I’m so fucking tired!” Kinsley snapped as she pulled the headphones off of her head and threw them on top of her desk. Running both of her hands through her hair, she looked up at the small camera that was placed above her desktop screen. 

“I don’t know why the fuck I’m pushing myself so hard, especially since I don’t have shit else to prove,” she explained. “I’ve worked my ass off for the last 13 years. Hell, I still do and my record should speak for itself.” Getting up from her desk chair, she paced over to the couch that was pushed up against the wall and collasped onto it with a loud huff. 

“Pride is a bitch, you know?” She spoke aloud. “I have this amazing track record of production work for other artists, more awards to my name than I know what to do with and yet here I am, about to loose my fucking mind over this album just because I want to prove that I can do this shit on my own. Actually, I don’t know if it’ll be an album or even a mini album at this point because I can’t fucking write shit lately.”

A few minutes of silence passed and Kinsley just laid on the couch, looking up at the glow in the dark stars that had been placed there courtesy of Brooklyn. Suddenly, she stood up and walked back over to the desk, saving the little bit of work she had managed to do before shutting the desktop down. 

“I’m going the fuck home and I’m going to let my husband fuck me,” she declared as she looked up at the camera. “I’m tired and I don’t need this shit. I quit.” 

Kinsley reached up and turned the camera off then, the screen going black.

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D-198

“It’s been so long, I don’t even know if I remember how to turn this damned thing on,” Kinsley huffed as she fiddled with the camera, leaning back to check and make sure the red light that indicated recording was on. Once it was, she sat back in her chair and sighed heavily.

“So, last time we talked was about six months ago when I was having a hard time in the studio and I had the bright idea to go home and let my husband fuck me,” she smiled softly before standing up, revealing her growing baby bump. “As you can see, we created something other than music that night.”

“Pregnancy has been kind of hard on my body this time around,” Kinsley continued as she sat back down with a huff. “I’m only six months but baby is measuring as if I were seven months so I’ve been spending a lot of time in bed. This is actually my first time coming to the studio to work on my own stuff in like two months.”

“The worst part of all this is, I’ve been hit with a string of inspiration these days but I can’t pull all nighters the way that I’d like to,” she muttered. “Mase and I actually got into a fight about it the other day, which I still feel bad for.” 

The scene switched to a camera that was clearly on the ground, where Kinsley and Mason were standing in a random hallway in the HYBE building, scowls on both of their faces. 

“All I’m saying is that you need to be more aware of your body and it’s needs right now,” Mason muttered. 

“I’m the one carrying this big ass baby around inside me, how can I not be aware of it?” Kinsley hissed. 

“You can’t pull all nighters right now,” he continued on, as if he didn’t even hear her. “You really shouldn’t even be leaving the house, if we’re truthful.”

“Oh, so now you’re gonna tell me where I can and can’t go?” She wondered and Mason sighed heavily as he attempted to calm himself down. 

“That’s not what I’m trying to do and you know it,” he replied. “I’ve never agreed with you overworking yourself so I don’t know why you expect me not to say anything when you’re trying to overwork yourself while also being six months pregnant!”

“How am I overworking myself?” She demanded to know. “I’m eating and sleeping, what more do you want? To be by your side 24/7 so that you can watch me like I’m one of the kids?

“You know what, do whatever you want Kinsley,” Mason shrugged. “If you’re not concerned about your own wellbeing or the wellbeing of our child, then I’m not either.”

“You can be such a petty dickhead, you know that?” Kinsley snapped before storming away from him, the screen switching back to Kinsley sitting in her studio afterwards.

“So in order to avoid any more fights and to really take care of myself the way that I should be, I’ve put myself on a strict 12pm to 5pm schedule,” she explained. “That’s the amount of time I can be in studio and still make it home to be with my family and relax.”

“Marriage can be hard,” Mason laughed in his interview. “I think people tend to look at Kins and I and see this fairytale relationship and even though it can seem like that sometimes, that’s definitely not our everyday reality. We fight and we have our issues. For all the reasons that we’re perfect for each other, we’re incompatible in just as many.”

“In that instance, there was a disconnect between what I thought she should be doing and what she wanted for herself,” he continued. “This album means a lot to her and with all the worries surrounding this pregnancy, I think she didn’t want to admit that it was keeping her from investing as much of herself as she wanted to. I had to step back and look at the situation as not her husband but as her peer in this industry, which can be hard for me. I never want to stop her from pursuing her dreams and goals though, because she’s too fucking talented for that.”

“I didn’t blame him for worrying,” Kinsley shook her head in her interview. “I’m honestly surprised that it took him as long as it did to say something. When the music is flowing through me and it feels right, it can be hard for me to think of anything else, let alone take care of myself so Mason being worried was understandable. After experiencing writer’s block and then being forced to rest due to my pregnancy, I was just worried that I wouldn’t be able to dedicate as much time to my craft as I would want to. I think that’s always been a big fear of mines, deep down.”

“What has?” The producer wondered.

“Not being able to make music anymore,” she shrugged with a sad smile.

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D-135

“I’m so excited,” Kinsley said into the camera on her dashboard as she drove down the street. “I’m going to see my Daddy, who just got back from tour with my uncles. It’s been about two months since we’ve seen each other in person so I can’t wait.”

“Hey, we’re here too, Mommy!” Brooklyn shouted from the backseat and Kinsley laughed, glancing at the camera.

“And the kids too,” Kinsley said before looking in the rearview mirror at her youngest daughter. “Sorry Brookie.”

“It’s ok Mommy,” Brooklyn smiled.

“I hope papa brought back gifts,” Junior murmured.

“He always does,” Brooklyn said.

“Hey you two, the gifts are not important,” Kinsley stated firmly. “Right?”

“Right,” Junior and Brooklyn replied together.

“Well, I’m excited to see papa because I missed him,” Kennedy spoke up.

“Same here, Kenny,” Kinsley smiled.

“My children are some characters, especially my oldest son and my youngest daughter,” Kinsley giggled. “Mason and I try to teach them valuable lessons but I don’t know how much we’re actually getting through to them.”

“I think every parent has that worry,” the producer spoke up.

“Yeahhh but every parent isn’t raising Mason Bailey Kim Jr. and Brooklyn Alea Kim,” Kinsley laughed.

“Papa!” The kids yelled as the screen switched back to show them running into their grandparents’ house, Yoongi smiling widely as he bent down and allowed all three of them to hug him at once.

“Hi!” Yoongi exclaimed. “Oh, I missed you guys!”

“We missed you too, Papa!” Kennedy smiled.

“Hey, what am I?” You laughed. “Chopped liver?”

“Hi GiGi,” Junior said, bounding over to you after Yoongi released him and hugging you tightly. 

“Hey, I have gifts for you three,” Yoongi announced, making his grandkids gasp loudly. “It’s outside in the backyard.”

“Let’s go!” Brooklyn shouted before the three of them ran to the kitchen to go out of the back door. 

“I’ll go with them,” you offered. “Have your moment.”

“Thanks Mama,” Kinsley smiled and after you walked away, Kinsley didn’t hesitate to walk over to her father and hug him tightly. 

“Hi baby girl,” Yoongi murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his daughter’s head as he squeezed her tight. “How are you?”

“Stressed,” she confessed and Yoongi pulled back from the hug to look at her. 

“It’s not my other baby girl, is it?” He checked as he set a hand on her baby bump. 

“Daddy, you don’t know for sure that it’s a girl.”

“A man can hope though, right?” He grumbled, making Kinsley laugh. “But seriously, need to talk?”

“Please,” she nodded and Yoongi grabbed her hand, leading her down the hall and to his home studio. After they had walked inside, they both made themselves comfortable on the sofa there. 

“What’s on your mind, baby girl?”

“I’ve been so conflicted lately Daddy,” Kinsley began. “I feel like I try to work so hard and pour myself into the music but there’s always something else that needs my attention.”

“That’s the name of the game though, Kins,” he replied. “And you’ve been doing it for years now so why don’t you ask me what you really want to ask me?”

“Ok,” she took a deep breath before exhaling and continuing on. “How do you keep the same passion for music with everything else you have going on in your life?”

“I don’t,” Yoongi shrugged. 

“Daddy, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he chuckled. “Kins, when you decide to turn your passion into a career, it’s normal to have times and moments where it’s not your favorite thing in the world anymore. That doesn’t mean that you don’t love it anymore, it means you just need some time away from it.”

“Really?” She wondered and Yoongi nodded. “How did you get over how terrifying the realization was?”

“I don’t think I ever do, if I’m honest with you,” he confessed. “It’s only happened to me a few times throughout the years, which I’m thankful for and each time, I was lucky enough to be able to take some time away from working. I’d spend one on one time with the members, with Min, with you and your sister and your brother, the rest of our family. Funny enough, that always helped refocus me and make me want to go back into the studio.”

“Huh,” Kinsley muttered. “And here I was, getting ready to have an early mid-life crisis.”

“Ha, leave that to Mase because he’ll definitely probably have one,” Yoongi joked. “So, here’s what I suggest: rest yourself because you need to. Have my grandchild, bond with them, allow your family to adjust to the change, and then refocus on your album. The music will always be there because it’s in your blood, but the time with your husband and kids is fleeting.”

“What would I do without you, Daddy?” Kinsley smiled, leaning over and wrapping her arms around her father. Yoongi just smiled fondly as he hugged her back, slowly rocking her back and forth. 

“I know most parents will say that they don’t have favorites amongst their children and I’m one of them but Kins is like my shining star,” Yoongi smiled widely in his interview. “She’s my first born and she made me fall in love with being a parent. She’s patient and kind and loving and so damn smart, it’s not even funny. Seeing her follow in my footsteps and even surpass me in many aspects just makes me so insanely proud of her.”

“There’s this interview that Yoongi and I did from years and years ago, Kins was just a baby back then, where I said that I wouldn’t want Kins to be in the music business because I feel like she would struggle with it,” you began. “And even though she does sometimes, I’ve never been prouder to say that I’ve had to eat my words because she kicks ass. When you have kids, you have all these hopes and dreams for them and never in my wildest imagination did I think Kins would become what she has. She’s a much better woman than I was at her age and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

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“There’s only two times in my life where I’ve felt totally in tune with myself: when I finish a body of work and when I give birth to a baby,” Kinsley grinned in her interview. The screen then switched to show Kinsley passing a newborn Aiden off to Namjoon, the rest of the Mins and the Kims watching fondly nearby. 

“You know, despite my grand plans for this album and all my hopes and dreams, these are the things that matter for me,” Kinsley said back in her interview. “My babies, my husband, my family, my in-laws, my best friends and my uncles. Those are the things that are the most important and I cherish them all so much.”

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D-45

“Good afternoon,” Kinsley greeted the higherups at HYBE as she sat down at the head of the long table in the meeting room. 

“You’re glowing these days,” one executive noted.

“Well, thank you but I’m just glad to not look dead with four kids running me ragged,” Kinsley joke, making everyone at the table laugh. Once everyone was settled, they focused on Kinsley as she began to talk. 

“So, the title for this album is Destiny,” she announced. “It has multiple meanings and I’ll leave that up to the fans’ personal interpretation. The main track, Fulfilled, will have a music video that will basically show a retrospective view of my life up to this point with lots of old family videos and pictures, stuff like that.”

“What are you thinking in terms of promotion?” Bang PD questioned. 

“Music show rounds for a week or two, plus a fanmeeting and concert here in Seoul,” she replied. “Potentially elsewhere, if the demand is there.”

“There does seem to be some interest in the States,” one executive in marketing and sales spoke up. “We could probably put together a small tour with 8 or 9 or 10 dates.”

“Sounds good to me,” Kinsley agreed. “So, if you guys have the time, I’d love to play the album for you.”

“Fire away,” Bang PD nodded. For the next 45 minutes, Destiny played straight through in the conference room and at the end, everyone broke out into loud applause. 

“You have a hit on your hands,” P-Dogg said and Kinsley bowed lightly to him. 

“Thank you all so much,” she grinned widely. The meeting broke up then, everyone filing out of the room and Kinsley sighed heavily as she looked up at the camera in front of her. 

“I’m so happy everyone liked it because I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my shit,” she giggled. “But here we go. It’s a done deal now and Destiny is on it’s way.”

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D-1

“So,” Kinsley whispered as she sat on the floor in her large en suite bathroom. “The album comes out in about a half hour and I’m feeling slightly conflicted. On one hand, I’m so excited because I’m the most proud of this album, more than I’ve ever been about anything I’ve ever put out. On the other hand, I’m scared because this is the most vulnerable I’ve ever been and I worry about how people will interpret it.”

“I’ve learned though, that how people take it is up to their personal opinion and it doesn’t affect my intentions with it,” she continued. “So, I’m going to attempt to get some sleep and we’ll see what happens. Good night.”

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D-DAY

“Kins, get up!” Mason exclaimed, reaching over and shaking his wife’s shoulder as hard as he could. 

“Stop fucking shaking me, you absolute mad man,” Kinsley snapped as she opened her eyes and looked up at him. “What is it?”

“Destiny is number one on all the South Korean music charts and it just got it’s first PAK,” he announced and Kinsley felt like her heart stopped.

“Mason Bailey Kim, don’t play with me right now,” she threatened.

“Kins, I’m not joking,” he chuckled. “Look.” Thrusting his phone into her face, she took ahold of it and her jaw dropped when she saw Destiny’s name sitting atop of the charts. 

“Fuck,” Kinsley gasped. 

“Congratulations baby!” Mason cheered before scooping her up into a hug and Kinsley barely registered herself hugging him back, her gaze still fixated on the phone screen in front of her. 

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The screen flashed to the scene that was shown at the beginning of the documentary, Kinsley vibing on stage as the large crowd shouted the words of the song back at her. Her gummy smile was on display, her jaws stretched to it’s limit as she rapped along to the song. 

“This experience was definitely something that I think I needed to go through,” Kinsley said back in her interview. “I proved some things to myself and I got to pour my heart and my soul into my music. There’s not really much else that I could’ve hoped for.”

“And you winning Artist of The Year at all of the year-end shows?” The producer questioned. “Along with completing a sold out tour?”

“Just cherries on top of the cake,” Kinsley smirked knowingly. 

[elizabethplaid]

Tired after a long day - April 23, 2024

Woke to morning greetings around 7ish, then fell back asleep before 9. Had specifically set my alarm to 10:30. Snoozed a few times but did wake. But then, I was having anxiety shakes - specifically, the kind that are like my muscles seizing involuntarily, like doing stomach crunches. Did my best to breathe and talk myself through it. Sometime after noon, I was able to get out of bed. (Moscow helped a bit, too. I fought harder against the shaking, so I wouldn't squish her.)

Lots lots lots of talking myself through each step. I got through it all okay, but it felt so rough. More play-by-play commentary below the cut.

Took meds at home; got food at the gas station; was right on-time. Breakfast-lunch was decent, though not ideal: cinnamon bun-twist and a blueberry scone, plus a bottle of Dunkin iced coffee and my usual soda.

Put on this video of ADHD music (uses isochronic tones) as soon as I started up my computer. It's a strong but soothing rhythm, without being too harsh. Very good for regulating myself, setting a steady pace.

I had Since (my bear) and my Woolrich sweater with me, so I spent a lot of the day just hugging her and trying to resist doing stomach crunches. (It's very rare that I do those while not in bed, if I get them at all.)

The fluorescent lights were harsh on my eyes. After I was able to calm down, maybe after 2 hours-ish, I was okay to have my eyes open.

Managed some limited small-talk with some folks. LL-J is always easier to talk to, though she gave me space to calm myself. Nearly tripped on my laptop's power cord, as I got up to shelve some books, oops.

LL-J went home not long after 4, and I said I'd be good til closing (6pm). Well, I made it to just before 5pm, and my body said it wanted me to go home, like I said earlier. (I don't like being in the bathroom for a long time if there's no one else in the library/building.)

Got home and got settled. Had to lay down after, because I felt so unnerved and tired from earlier in the day. Texted a couple friends to tell them what happened. Said I was getting my "socialization quota" (paraphrased) by checking in with them, which is true.

I kinda wanted to "brag" about how well I weathered the anxiety, though I wasn't ready to post to tumblr yet. I'll be bragging again tomorrow in counseling. I scheduled -that- for a phone appointment even before I left the house! Woo! LL-J joked about giving me a gold star sticker for my accomplishments, but I really did feel good about weathering it all today. It's still tough to appreciate it when you're -right- in the middle of things, though.

So yeah, laid in bed for a couple hours, mostly reading alien romance novels. Finished one and started another (the 3rd and 4th in the series). I love how each book focuses on a different couple that is aboard this space ship. So they all know one another and interact with each other. The ML of the 4th book was a close friend of the FLs in the 2nd and 3rd books (sisters), and now we get to see him shine. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, that they're interconnected but not completely blood-related.

[I don't know if there's an over-arching title for the series, but it's by Nancey Cummings, on the Readict app. The titles are Paax (1), Kalen (2), Mylomon (3), and Vox (4). I think #5 goes back to Paax, and then there's 5 other dudes' stories. They're usually about 20-25 chapters. The stories are set in war, with the continuous themes of medical experiments, eugenics, and human-alien... *ahem* "relations". Vox is my fav so far, because he's an otaku for human culture and very friendly.]

[writing-rat]

Bonfire Night

Pairings: Nancy x Robin

Warnings: Coping with trauma, talking about it

Summary: Robin and Nancy decide to stick together to try and cope

It was a month after the Upside Down, and Robin and Nancy were getting closer. The duo of Robin and Steve were still there but sometimes Nancy would join, making them a trio. Nancy didn’t want to disrupt the relationship between the two however, plus she much preferred Robin, her new best friend. Robin also took delight in being with Nancy, having a crush on her since after Scoops Ahoy.

Currently however, both girls were at the Wheeler’s house, Ted and Karen out of the house at a restaurant with her sister and Mike was at Will’s house after finally confessing his feelings. Robin had come over after she saw Nancy in ‘Family Video’ that morning and was asked to come over. They were burning old papers and were just chatting about random stuff. Robin even brought over some weed for the both of them. Usually Nancy wouldn’t have agreed but it was a different occasion and also it was the weekend. Robin was leaned back on the bench, Nancy sitting next to her and leaned forward. Nancy had on some sweatpants and a random pink hoodie she owned. Robin meanwhile was in a pair of Steve’s jeans and also his old Hawkin’s varsity jacket. “So… any romantic interests?” Nancy asked, both girls high together after finishing their joints.

“Nope,” she spoke. “Well… yes, but not anyone I can pursue. They’re way out of my league,” she added, not wanting to come out to Nancy just yet. 

“Oh? And who must they be?” she responded, raising an eyebrow at Robin. Robin bit her lip hard as she was thinking. 

“They… are someone,” she answered.

“Is it a girl?” Nancy suddenly asked. “Sorry, I’m just curious because I see you stare at girls a lot. Plus Barb accidentally mentioned your crush on Tammy,” Nancy spoke to reassure Robin. Robin blinked before she smiled and was thinking to try and not out that it was Nancy.

“Well, she is super smart. She has a good music taste, a good family and also super private but that causes her to be mysterious,” she spoke. Nancy smirked and was nodding.

“If it helps, I also like girls too, and boys,” Nancy spoke. Robin smiled.

“Just girls for me,” she reassured. Nancy nodded with a grin. They sat in silence for a bit longer as they were just comfortable being in each others space. Eventually Nancy stretched and got up. “Want to make some food and then stay over and sleep?” Nancy asked, taking note that both of them hadn’t eaten yet. Robin stood up quickly, nodding. 

“I make some good spaghetti if you want that?” Robin asked, a cocky smirk on her lips. Nancy quirked an eyebrow, as if to challenge that claim. “Sure, why not,” Nancy answered, letting Robin have her way in the kitchen once in there. She proceeded to smirk before grabbing all the ingredients while Nancy went to get them cans of coke the she had stashed in her room because Mike kept stealing them. Robin was actually good in the kitchen considering she had a bad balance as well as failure to do some things. Nancy was thoroughly surprised before she smiled and was watching the girl. Her heart beat faster as she had a crush on her since she first saw her at Scoops Ahoy. Robin was soon done with the sauce as she was now putting the pasta in to cook it finally before she was taking a sip of her Coke. 

“Surprised?” Robin asked. Nancy had wide eyes before she was nodding and smirked. 

“It’s surprising considering you tripped over air in assembly today,” Nancy explained, Robin flushing bright red.

“Fuck you,” was her response, causing Nancy to laugh and lean back. Robin stepped closer to the smaller girl as Nancy was shaking her head. “It was to make an impression,” was what she lied about.

“Yeah, sure Robbie, sure,” Nancy smirked out, causing Robin to suddenly pin her arms up to surprise her. Nancy meanwhile got flustered, and stared at  her lips by accident. Robin took notice, realising the position. She opened her mouth, about to apologise when she was surprised by the feeling of soft lips. She blinked, before she was starting to kiss back, closing her eyes as she was holding the other girl. She was holding her even closer as they kissed harder. 

Eventually they pulled away, Robin quick to plate everything up, wondering if she should talk to Nancy about it. Nancy was in the lead however. “Was you serious with the kiss?” Nancy asked. Robin was nodding.

“I… have had a crush on you since Scoops Ahoy,” Robin admitted.

“You was cute in that outfit,” Nancy did state as plates were soon on the table.

“Shame it has bad memories,” Robin hummed out. “So… are we girlfriend and girlfriend?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Nancy just grinned.

“Yes. I’ll get more kisses from you then,” Nancy reasoned out, Robin genuinely excited. Nancy took a bite of the food, widening her eyes at the taste.

“You are cooking from now on,” was all Nancy said before she was eating more. Robin just smirked and nodded. 

“I’m appy with that,” Robin teased.

[solojihyo]

omg no please ramble about hoshi some more! i will sit and listen so intently <3 i love talking about my bias but even more so listening to others talk about theirs 😭 [photos are always welcome and loved 👀] -🐯🎁

hi hi <333 i am so sorry for the late reply 😭 i wanted to give you a proper response so i waited to answer this ask shdjsdhsj but i appreciate that you'd be interested in me rambling about hoshi more 🥺 i'm going to leave my rambling under the cut because it got kinda long lol

who is your bias, out of curiosity? feel free to ramble about them if you wish <333 i'd love to hear it hehe

so i'm a very new carat sgdhsjhdsjk i became one during hot era!!! i remember watching the premiere for hot with my sister and really loving the song, which was the reason i started to slip into the diamond life <333 that night i listened to the album several times, and i was literally in love <333 and so i woke up the next morning and started watching some of the new content svt had put out that day, like the first performance of hot at a music show, etc. one the videos from that day was this one - a pixid video, this one being "find the maknae among the first borns (feat. hoshi of seventeen)."

tbh before i watched this video, i really had no idea who hoshi was SHDSHDJ because before i got into svt, my bias was woozi (since he was the only member i really knew). but i was curious about the video so i ended up watching it essentially knowing absolutely nothing about hoshi. AND THE PIXID VIDEO IS SO FUNNY. i love it so much. i remember laughing so hard at it sdhhjhshdjsk and after i watched that video, i got more curious about hoshi. so i started watching compilations about him!!! this one in particular ("hoshi's endless tiger agenda") is my absolute favorite. i've rewatched it so much lol because this video is how i discovered hoshi's tiger agenda. AND HES JUST SO CUTE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH <333

and ofc i watched spider as well!!!! i already knew the song prior to this, but i didn't really appreciate it until after i got into svt lol and now i love it lots <333 in my quest to learn more about hoshi, i also watched all of spider's behind the scenes content shdsdhsjk. it made me love hoshi even more 😭😭😭

and so at this point i was having a bias crisis LOL because i had assumed my bias would still be woozi once i got into svt - but clearly that wasn't the case LMAO and now hoshi is my belovedest <333 i should also note that all of this happened in the span of 3 days. hot came out on a friday, and by tuesday, i was a changed girl (aka a carat and a horangdan SHDSHDJ). and i just. love hoshi sm <333 he's such an integral part of svt - they wouldn't be where they are rn without him. he is one of the best dancers in kpop (the best in my heart tbh) and he is so sweet and kind and caring and he's a great person to the rest of the members.

and honestly like. i love my other biases but if i had to pick between my ults (who are jihyo from twice, yujin from ive, and kazuha from le sserafim respectively), i'd pick hoshi. idk why. i love my other ults so much for their own reasons but hoshi,,,,,,,,, atm he just makes me super happy sghdjhsdjks like i was watching his hot fancams yesterday and was absolutely in awe of him. maybe the reason i would pick him has to do with the fact that he's the only male idol i ult lol. but yeah. he means the world to me <333 i'm so so so glad i discovered svt and discovered hoshi, because honestly idk what i would've done if i hadn't lol.

BUT ANYWAYS if you read through all of this i super appreciate it <333 i don't expect you to because this is just me word dumping before i go to sleep shjdshdjsjd but i appreciate you letting me ramble regardless 🥺

[dorefasolsido]

10.

***credits to the original creator***

Look out of the nearest window. What do you see? Details, please.

I see the sky and some clouds, a bunch of really tall trees from the nearby park, several apartment buildings on the other side of the park, kids playing on the playground, my building’s parking lot and the neighbours’ cars.

When you think of the word "posh", what springs to mind?

A really fancy British person sitting near a golf course and sipping tea as they laugh in rich. I know posh people aren’t always British, but it can’t be helped.

When you have chocolate, do you eat it room temperature?

Normally yes.

Or are you like me and stick the bar into the fridge first?

Not always, unless the chocolate’s melted already to a degree. Then I have to put it in the fridge for a bit.

What's the most shocking thing that's happened in your part of town?

Well, I don’t know about here, but in my hometown the most shocking thing recently was that a guy shot his ex-wife in the middle of the street at like 9 AM in the morning. That’s super unusual since my hometown is pretty small and uneventful.

Which brand are your headphones/earbuds?

Idk honestly, they’re just some random ones my sister got me.

Do you see planes fly over your house at all?

Oh yeah, I see and hear them a lot.

Are there any constellations you recognize just by looking at them?

My dad showed me a few so I think I would recognize some. That is, if I could see the stars here.

Which room of your house/apartment do you spend the most time in?

The living room.

Which insect do you find the most beautiful?

Butterflies are so pretty.

Did you have crafts/woodwork at school growing up?

Kinda, only we did woodwork only like once or twice, so it wasn’t a class solely dedicated to that.

If so, what was the best assignment you did for it?

I honestly can’t remember what we did, and I’m pretty sure we all made the same generic things.

Do you have a friend who likes to tell you everything?

Yup, a little too much sometimes.

What was the last thing you got very excited about?

Princess Mononoke viewing in an open-air cinema. A friend was supposed to go with me, and I haven’t seen her in a few months so I was looking forward to it. Unfortunately, she had to cancel, but I went anyway on my own. It was still pretty cool, but not as cool as it would’ve been if she’d come.

You can go to any city in any country you want. Which city do you go to?

Tokyo. Take me there right away pleaaaase T.T

Do you like gardening? If so, what do you grow?

I don’t, but I have a theory that most people start gardening the moment they turn 50 or so. That happened to my mum and to a bunch of her friends -- they all love gardening and share tips on it all the time. So, maybe my time will come in like 30ish years.

Do you enjoy puzzle games? If so, which one's your favourite?

Yeees, but I like puzzles in video games the most. Especially horror games with puzzles. Because then you’re stressed, but you also gotta think, so it’s exciting.

Is there a substance you avoid at all costs? If so, what is it and why?

I mean, most drugs? Buut one I would 100% stay away from always is heroin. No thanks.

What would you love to live next door to?

A lake, river, or some kind of water. Water just brings me peace.

What gives you nostalgia?

Music, cartoons, and TV shows I used to watch when I was a kid usually. Also, inexplicably, Spring Day by BTS, even though I heard it for the first time last year.

What's the best thing about fall?

The nature is probably at its prettiest in the fall.

What's the worst thing about fall?

Tbh, can’t think of anything in particular. Especially since we barely even have proper fall here anymore and it’s usually still sunny and warm.

Do you get cold easily? Or are you constantly hot?

Neither, actually.

When you think of a classy drink, what comes to mind first?

Some fancy whiskey.

Do you prefer eating out or cooking your own meals?

I don’t cook, so eating out.

Which language do you think is the most complicated to learn?

Okay, so clearly there’s no right answer here, but for me personally, French always seemed impossible to learn. It’s not that the grammar is very difficult or anything, it’s just that they shorten literally everything and it’s quite a task to understand wtf the French are saying. Like the language sounds really pretty, but... yeah, I’ll stick to my harsh German.

Is there a place that you might call your second home?

Sure.

How do you imagine your later life to look like?

Just me travelling around the world, working from various cool places... now that would be the dream.

What is a job you would never in a million years want to do?

Hmmmm, only sex work comes to mind. No hate to those who do, but I’d be waaaaaay out of my comfort zone.

Is there a piece of jewelry that you feel naked without?

My earrings.

Do you ever "go commando"?

Nope.

Do you ever try to make words out of number sequences you see?

Sometimes it happens, but it’s not something I actively try to do.

What's the sweetest thing someone's done for you?

Once when I was visiting my friends and relatives in Germany, one of the friends organized a surprise day of activities for my birthday. Each of them began with a little riddle that was supposed to give me a hint where we were going, and once we made it there, I’d receive a little wish for my birthday. We were unfortunately late for several activities so had to skip them, but nevertheless, it was a super cute thing to do and tbh, I probably don’t deserve that.

Which wild animals are a common sight in your area?

Crows.

What's the weirdest building in your city?

Not sure.

How do you keep in touch with friends usually?

Messaging apps, I meet with some fairly frequently.

Do you get a lot of visitors?

Nah, I live kinda far. Plus, I prefer to meet people in the city, there’s just more to do.

Do you recognize friends'/family's vehicles by sound?

Hmm, I think I can recognize our family car when it drives into the driveway.

Which Disney villain is your favourite?

I think most Disney villains are so cool, but maybe Scar if I had to choose?

On a regular day, what do you usually do at 3 o'clock in the afternoon?

Either work or eat.

What's something new you've just recently learned?

How to cut my bangs so they actually look decent.

Which possession would you not want to inherit from a relative?

Probably a business or something like that. That would just put pressure on me.

What is something you would never dare to do in public? 

Oh, lots of things. I don’t particularly like when people look at me (hello, social anxiety)

Would you/ did you have a hen night/bachelorette party?

I don’t plan on ever getting married, but if I did, maybe something small with close friends.

Has anyone taken you on holiday somewhere? If so, where?

Sure, my mum and dad have. We went to Greece, Turkey and several other countries with seasides.

Have you taken somebody on holiday? If so, where did you taken them?

If taking includes paying for their tickets and all, no.

Who do you see as an iconic star?

Maybe someone like Lady Gaga or so.

Have you ever been to a vineyard?

Yup.

Are there any swans near the area you live in?

Not very close, but yes.

Does anyone in your inner circle struggle with addiction? 

Does nicotine addiction count? If so, loads of people.

Has anyone told you lately that you have a nice smile?

I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that ;-;

How did you spend your last birthday?

First I went shopping for purple dye with mum and then got my hair dyed for the first time. It didn’t really show much on my very dark hair, but I was just happy and excited that I did it. Then in the evening, my parents and uncle and aunt went to a restaurant. It wasn’t really a big birthday, but I usually don’t do much or only celebrate with friends a few days/weeks later.

[donttakecandyfromastranger]

Life on Mars? (Dustin Henderson x Reader)

Chapter One: Fake Boyfriend

Description: The younger sister of Steve Harrington has a bit of a predicament, her best friends keep pestering her about not having a boyfriend so Dustin offers to pretend to be her boyfriend.

Warning(s): None, I don't think, kissing ig

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It's finally Saturday, meaning that I don't have to worry about your friends pestering you about not having a boyfriend. They keep asking if I have one but I always respond with an extremely vague answer.

I'm at Family Video with Steve, my older brother, and Robin Buckley, who is currently having a conversation with Dustin Henderson, he is my brother's best friend. I'm just glad that Tommy and Carol are gone, I hated them.

"I'm in a predicament," I tell Steve.

"What's the problem?" He asks.

"My best friends keep pestering me and asking if I have a boyfriend, which I don't. If I tell them that, they're gonna pester me even more. I don't know what to do," I explain.

Robin and Dustin look over and me and Steve, clearly interested in our conversation.

"Get a boyfriend?" Steve suggests.

"I would but I don't like most of the dudes at school." I explain, "My friends all date athletes but the only athlete that I'm okay with is Lucas Sinclair because he's actually a decent human being but he's one of my friends, and I couldn't see him any other way. Any other guys that I'm actually okay with are the Hellfire Club and that's it."

"I could pretend to be your boyfriend," Dustin suggests.

"I thought you had a girlfriend?" Robin asks.

"No, me and Suzie broke up," Dustin responds.

"Oh," Robin says.

"That's a good idea, Dustin," I say.

"Absolutely not!" Steve exclaims, "Not happening, I don't care if it's fake! No!"

"What? Why not?!" I whine.

"Dustin is my best friend, he's off limits," Steve tells me.

"That's why we're pretending," I respond.

"Fine," Steve sighs.

~

It's Monday morning and I go to pick Dustin up, I pull into his driveway and wait for him to come out. I see him open his front, walk out, close it, then run to your car looking oddly excited.

"Good morning," I say, "You look really happy."

"I don't why, but I am," He answers with a chuckle.

I back out of his driveway and start driving toward school. "We need a story and a plan," I tell him.

"Okay, about we've been together for almost two months and have been keeping it a secret," He suggests.

"That works," I agree. "We should walk in holding hands, I'll go sit with my friends when we get there, you kiss me, if you're okay with that, tell me bye with some cute name then sit with your friends. You can tell them the truth if you want, I planned on telling Lucas, Chrissy, and Eddie the truth."

"Okay, I'm fine with kissing you. I'm probably gonna tell my frien- wait, are you friends with Eddie?" He interrupted himself with a question.

"Oh yeah, we're friends. He calls me 'Certified Dumbass'," I tell Dustin.

"Why?" He laughs.

"He said that he was a metalhead and I wasn't thinking and said 'Oh my god is your head made of titanium or something?'," I sat the quote with a gasp, imitating how you said it to Eddie. "He was like, 'No, it means I listen to metal music!' and I was like, 'Oh yeah makes a lot more sense.' So his nickname is titanium now. I also call him Eduardo."

"That's great," He chuckles.

I pull into the school parking lot. I park and we both get out of the car.

He opens the door for me and we both walk into school. Dustin grabs my hand right after the door shuts, he walks you to the table that your friends are at, since it's winter almost everyone is in the cafeteria.

I let go of his hand and move to face him. He leans to capture my lips in a kiss that probably should not be this passionate, clearly getting caught in the moment, he puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer to him. I immediately feel butterflies in my stomach, but at the same time, this doesn't feel right. We both pull away out of breath.

"I'll see you later, Honeybun," Dustin says.

"Bye, Dusty," I respond.

He pecks my licks then turns to walk towards his friends.

I look at my friends and they all have very shocked looks on their faces.

~

I open my locker, fortunately the only friends that have lockers beside me are Lucas and Chrissy and my locker is sandwiched between theirs.

"Y/n, what the hell was that in the cafeteria?!" Lucas somewhat yells, his pitch sounds like yelling but his volume sounds like talking.

I explain everything to him, about what happened at Family Video, my friends pestering me, mine and Dustin's plan, etc…

"That was really acting, N/n," Chrissy compliments.

"Thanks, Chrissy," I respond. "Could you guys go along with this, meaning please don't tell Jason."

"Don't tell Jason, what?" Jason asks, suddenly appearing behind Chrissy. "About your new boyfriend, I'm pretty sure the whole school knows, Y/n."

"No, it's something else that you are not allowed to know, it's between me, Chrissy, and Lucas. Not you, sorry, bro," I say then close my locker and head to first hour.

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Three)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 10.4k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (?),oc and jungkook being adorable bffs, shady tae, oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, mentions of sex, vaginal intercourse, hickeys, orgasms,

Notes: I actually really enjoyed writing this part! Where’s my bff for bff bubble bath? Lmaaoo. Anyway, thanks again for taking the time to read. Don’t forget to send me an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or if you just want to chat about the story!

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“You want me to what now?” your voice is unnecessarily high pitched.

“Meet my parents.” Taehyung gives you that awkward Chrissy Teigen meme smile. “Listen—I know it sounds crazy and horrifying but they’re really nice…”

“But why?”

“It’s my fault…I didn’t consider having my sister on social media…and I keep posting you and she told my parents and they’re real excited about me having a girlfriend…and I don’t want to crush them.”

You and Taehyung are seated on your living room couch, enjoying a lazy Thursday afternoon after classes. He brings his cup of water to his lips and takes some generous gulps.

“Listen, y/n I will literally pay another month’s worth of coffee…please just think about it.”

More free coffee? Fuck, that’s kind of a steal considering how expensive that shit is and you no doubt have an addiction.

“…fine…” you say hesitantly, “when?”

“Really?” Taehyung lights up like a spot light, “Well, I was thinking this weekend?”

“T-This weekend? That soon? Which day?”

Taehyung showcases a sheepish grin as he rubs the back of his neck, a habit of his no doubt.

“Like, the whole weekend.”

Your eyebrows crawl to the top of your head as you gape at him, “What do you mean?”

“Like, we would get there in time for dinner on Friday, then stay all day Saturday and leave Sunday morning before they leave for church. Unless you wanna go to church with th—”

“No, not really.” You run your fingers through your long strands, “Holy shit, okay we are doing this.” You nod to yourself, “What’s our story? You know they’re going to ask.”

“Huh? Uh…just the truth. I met you through Jungkook and we hit it off and we started dating.”

You sigh to yourself, wishing that were actually true.

“Just be yourself, y/n.” Taehyung smiles at you. You beam back at him, and his boxy smile only grows wider. “They’ll like you, it’s not that hard to…” his hand reaches for yours, your palms are a bit sweaty since you are feeling like a nervous wreck at the thought of meeting his parents.

Suddenly, the front door swings open and in comes your best friend (who is still mad at you). He walks in slowly eyeing the two of you on the sofa. He notices Taehyungs hand wrapped around yours and Taehyung quickly pulls away. Jungkook takes a look at your face, you’re lost in thought, nibbling on your bottom lip.

Jungkook is yes, still mad at you but also, since he jacked it to your face he is being a little nicer. But as much as he has tried not to have those type of thoughts of you before, it’s not like he hasn’t. So, he’s gotten good at pretending all is well.

“What’s with her?” Jungkook pries, walking closer to the sofa.

“Noth—”

“I’m meeting Tae’s parents.” You cut in to say.

Jungkook’s brows crease as he looks between you and Taehyung. He shakes his head in disbelief, stepping closer to the two of you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jungkook mutters under his breath. “You’re going this far?” now Jungkook’s face is tilted towards Taehyung. “Why are you going this far dude?” Taehyung stands to his feet, “I—”

“No man, you’ve already dragged her into your shit and now you want her to what, meet your parents?” Jungkook’s voice rises in volume and you start to feel uneasy. Taehyung shakes his head, “Jungkook—”

“End this.” Jungkook spits out, getting in Taehyungs face. “How is this fair for her…”

You stand up too, your hand pulling him back by the shoulder. “Jungkook stop.” Your voice is unusually calm.

“I’m helping Tae out because we’re friends and also, ya know, free coffee.” Jungkook turns to face you, his teeth gritting in frustration.

“You have no idea what you’re doing.” Jungkook whispers. And with that he takes one more look at Taehyung, shakes his head in disapproval and walks off towards his room.

You and Taehyung continue to stand there in silence, you feel embarrassed because of Jungkook’s actions and ashamed you didn’t do more to stop him. Taehyung on the other hand looks completely defeated.

“I’m sorry about Jungkook I don’t know why he—”

“I should go,” Taehyung cuts you off, he gives you a weak smile before grabbing his things and heading towards the door.

“Are we still on for this weekend?” you sway from side to side, feeling as awkward as you probably look.

Taehyung doesn’t answer right away, instead he rubs the back of his neck with a frown decorating his face. Finally, he meets your eyes and offers another weak smile.

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up at 4 tomorrow.” He doesn’t wait for a response as he is already walking out the door, closing it softly behind him.

You’re left alone in the living room with nothing but a cold, empty couch and your million racing thoughts. Why is Jungkook so against you and Tae? Maybe Jungkook is afraid that you’ll become so close with Tae that he thinks you’ll replace him…but you know in your heart of hearts Jungkook is irreplaceable. Why can’t Jungkook understand that? You haven’t been spending as much time with him lately and maybe that’s the problem. What can’t a drunken slumber party not solve?

You knock on his door, waiting for a ‘come in’ but it never comes. So you knock again. And again. Until finally Jungkook swings open the door with a frustrated sigh and pained look on his face.

“Look, before you scold me—”

“Actually, I had an idea.” You say quickly.

“Oh?” Jungkook’s features relax.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had one of our BFF slumber parties.” You slant your head to the side, a sly smile forming on your lips.

Jungkook stares at you for a few seconds before his eyes fill with something interesting.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “it’s been a while.”

“What do you say? Tonight? Me and you? Wine? Anime? Video games? BFF bubble bath?”

“Wow, you want the works.” Jungkook grins. “But you realize I’m still…” he takes a deep breath when he notices your worried, pleading eyes. “Step into my office and we can discuss the details.” He says, opening his door wider, inviting you inside.

His room looks clean besides the few articles of clothing scattered on the ground. He has a scented candle going and LoFi music playing lowly on his speakers. Lofi and candle? He only has that combo when he’s stressed and trying to calm down.

You take a seat on the edge of his made bed, and Jungkook follows you, also taking a seat on his bed next to you.

“14% and up only for the wine.” He states.

“Agreed. Action or horror for the anime.” You pitch in.

“Agreed. Mario Kart for the video game.”

“Agreed. Life altering secrets only for BFF Bubble Bath.”

Jungkook chews on his lips as he thinks of your request. “Okay.”

You clap your hands excitedly for tonight, your chest bubbling with happiness. This is what you and Jungkook need.

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Jungkook is even more excited for BFF slumber party night than you are. He’s missed you. There’s been a real disconnect with the two of you lately and thinks tonight is exactly what the two of you need. He is just coming home from buying 4 bottles of 16% wine and lots of snacks. He got the salty, the sweet and the sour. Feeling proud of his choices, he sets the groceries down and calls for you.

You walk out from the bathroom with a facemask glued to your face with another packet in your hand,

“For you, sir.”

Jungkook chuckles as he grabs the pack from your hands, “Okay, I’ll go put this on, while you pour us some wine.” He nods towards the bottles.

You happily oblige. You grab the cork screw from its designated place in the kitchen drawer and begin to open the first bottle of wine. It opens smoothly, without a hitch.

“Wow…engineering is amazing.” You whisper to yourself in awe.

“What’s amazing?” Jungkook walks into the kitchen, you take a long look at his appearance. The white facemask making him look like a ghost.

“Your face.” You chuckle, a finger going up to touch the material on his skin.

You twirl to face the kitchen cabinets and pull out two wine glasses for you and your BFF and poor a gracious amount of wine in each. You hand him the glass and you clank the glasses together in cheers.

“To us.” You chirp happily, chugging back a gulp of your drink.

Jungkook just watches as you wince at the disgusting flavor and cackles to himself before taking a sip of his own drink.

The two of you grab the bottle of wine and your glasses and make your way into the living room.

“Alright we go by the normal house rules, whichever place you get is how many seconds you chug your drink.” You explain.

“Are you talking to an imaginary audience y/n? I already know the rules.” Jungkook teases.

“I was just trying to get the competitive mood going.” You poke your tongue out, Jungkook is quick to try to grab it between his fingers.

“Ugh, you are so gross.” You groan.

“You love it.” Jungkook smiles so wide his eyes begin to disappear. “Well, let’s play!”

One thing you absolutely can’t stand but also completely adore about Jungkook is that he is a sore loser. And also an ungracious fucking winner.

“You SUCK!” Jungkook cackles obnoxiously in your face, “Like I hope you enjoy chugging for five—no, SIX seconds you mother fuckin loser.” He continues to laugh loudly much to your annoyance but a part of you feels warm that he is having so much fun. You haven’t seen him laugh like this in weeks.

“Okay I get it.” You roll your eyes so far back into your head all you see is whites.

This was the 3rd time in a row you’re getting 6th place, your vision is started to blur at the amount of alcohol you’ve chugged. But only a little, nothing you can’t handle.

“Okay y/n let’s stop now, we can watch some anime while we order some pizza?” he grins your way. “I vote Tokyo ghoul. And the rule is we drink every time Kaneki is fucking cry baby.”

“Well damn, guess we’re getting fucked up.” You declare. You and Jungkook laugh to yourselves at the thought.

The show is on, pizza has been ordered. Life is good. You sneak a glance at Jungkook as he pays attention to the show on screen. You smile when he smiles, you smile when he laughs, you smile when he pouts. Jungkook finally manages to notice you staring at him and snaps his head to you.

“What?” he asks with a toothy grin.

“Nothing…” you sing, your bright smile rivaling the light coming from the TV.

It’s been several hours, two medium pizzas have been demolished, 4 wine bottles have been drank and lots of anime has been watched. You and Jungkook sit on the sofa wrapped in blankets, neither one of you wanting to get up to turn the fan off.

“So cold.” You slur.

“Come closer.” Jungkook slurs back.

“Or we can warm up with BFF Bubble Bath?” you offer, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Jungkook zones out for a second, thinking of your request.

“Been a while since we had one of those, huh?” he finally says something.

“yeah, which is a real shame, isn’t it? I mean, we literally get into our swim suits, draw a hot bubble bath, get in sitting opposite of each other and tell each other our secrets, our hopes and dreams. Then we make a wish that the other person HAS to support and we can’t tell anyone else or else it won’t come true.” You mumble mostly to yourself.

“y/n…once again are you speaking to an imaginary audience?” he chuckles, “I know what a BFF Bubble Bath is.”

“Then hurry up and draw that bubble bath mister know it all.”

Jungkook stares at himself in the mirror, he’s got on his red swim trunks. His hair is a fucking mess, and his eyes are giving away how intoxicated he is but he’s got this dopey smile on his face that he decides is a good look on him. He looks happy. He feels happy.

You walk into the bathroom and eye your best friend. You can’t help but drop your gaze to his thighs, God, you love when he wears tight pants or shorts.

“What’s up buff guy?” you tease, grabbing a hold of his bicep.

“Shut up” Jungkook shudders from your touch. Then he takes one long look at you and he wants to faint. You’re also wearing a red swim suit, it’s one of those strapless kind. The two of you eye each other up and down, observing your matching swim suits and shoot each other some finger guns.

“hehe…well, shall we?” you say, gesturing towards the bubble filled tub.

Jungkook nods his head yes and motions for you to step in first.

The water is hotter than you are expecting, your toes wet with lava. But it’s just how you like it, you have both legs in as you begin to sink deeper into the bubbled water.

“come on in” you wave Jungkook over, he drunkenly stumbles forward until he’s wincing at the hot water that meets his skin.

“You’re really the queen of Hell if this temperature is enjoyable to you.” He deadpans.

“Why thank you, does that make you my loyal servant?”

“ha-ha.”

You and Jungkook stare at each other for a while, enjoying the drunken haze.

“So anything new going on with you?” you begin to pry.

You prying is never a good thing but you can never help yourself. His past is such a mystery to you and it drives you nuts. You’re supposed to be best friends yet he can’t even tell you about his parents without it getting real awkward. He knows all about your family history, but all you know about his is that his dad cheated the whole marriage and his mom finally left him for it—leaving Jungkook behind as well. You understand why it must be hard to talk about but...doesn’t he want to confide in you? You of all people?

“Not really.” Jungkook fingers play with the bubbles at his chest.

“Any girls? Like not just hookups but—”

“Don’t worry about that.”

Such a fucking Jungkook thing to say, it’s always ‘don’t worry about that y/n’ and never ‘let me actually tell you some real information y/n’.

“Jungkook,” you wine into the bubbles.

“Hm?”

“Don’t you have a girl you like???” and suddenly drunk y/n doesn’t want to know this answer. Would sober you?

Jungkook looks down at his wrinkling hands and doesn’t know what to say. Does he?

“No.” is the answer he settles for. And suddenly relief is washed over you.

You want to ask him the thing you are most curious about—his family. But he has said it a million times to you every time he’s asked—its ‘a touchy subject’.

“Ask about it.” He suddenly says, “I know you want to.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, yes indeed I have no clue.” You slur.

“Y/N.” he warns.

“Fine…when’s the last time you talked to your dad? I know he made mistakes…but I also know he has tried reaching out to you over and over. He calls almost every day Jungkook! Maybe he’s changed. I know your mom left because of everything and you blame your d—”

“Mom…” he begins to cut you off. You notice his eyes gloss over and you feel your heart drop. Jungkook rarely cries and rarely cries in front of anyone. Then he’s clearing his throat, “You’re right. Moms not in the picture anymore and I do blame dad.”

“I hate that your mom left you Jungkook…” you say softly. “She’s the worst for that,”

“You have no idea.” Jungkook breathes out. “Let’s change the subject, please.”

“But—”

“Please, y/n.” his eyes are pleading and you feel your heart drop again. You wonder if he will ever be ready to talk about it.

“Actually…” he awkwardly plays with the bubbles in front of his chest, “There’s something I want to say.”

“What is it?” you can’t help but feel anxious all the sudden.

Jungkook avoids your eyes as he plays with the bubbles, he takes a few deep breaths before lifting his head.

“I’m sorry.”

You tilt your head, “Sorry for what?”

“I’ve…” Jungkook scrunches his face up, contemplating what to say. “I’ve been really unfair to you. I should of never treated you this way…I don’t know what came over me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was hurt, yes, that you chose Taehyung over me but since the beginning I’ve been such an asshole. Fuck, y/n…” his voice cracks, “I’m so sorry. I just wish I could…” he pauses, shaking his head. “No, it’s nothing. I just hope you’ll be careful with Taehyung.” He shakes his head again, “Oh my god, I am so selfish.” He laughs pathetically. “I’m sorry…”

You stay quiet for several moments, you want to agree with him. Yeah it was fucked up what you did, but he wasn’t any better this whole time.

“Why were you such an asshole?” you finally ask.

“Don’t worry about it y/n.” GOD DAMN. You are tired of that response!

You scoff, “And why are you so wary of Taehyung? I don’t get it!”

“Can you just trust me? Please?”

“I’ll just trust my own judgment for now…”

“y/n…” then he is looking into your eyes more seriously, “I’m sorry.”

You bite your lip as you think about his apology. Is he sorry? By the looks of it, yes. But he was so childish…you decide to grab his hand and play with his fingers. He stares down at your hands and smiles softly.

“Will you behave?” you tease lightly. Your fingers weaving through his. He looks up at you with his big doe eyes and nods his head slowly.

“Yes.”

“Then I will forgive you for now but you’re on thin fucking ice, buddy.”

Jungkook can’t help but laugh a little. “Yes mam.”

“Fine!” you say clasping your hands together, “Secret time!”

“Oh great,” Jungkook chuckles. “You first”

“Okay, hmmmmm.” You hold your chin up in deep thought. “Okay I got one I have never told you.” You grin mischievously.

“Okay, go for it.”

“When I was really drunk I most definitely made out with Trina.”

“Yeah, I was there. I’m the one who told you that you should kiss her. I said kiss though, like a peck. But your ass added tongue and all.”

“Wait what? Why would you tell me to do that!”

“I thought it would be hot.” He shrugs.

“Wack.” You slap his hand, “Your turn.”

“Ummm…” Jungkook leans back in the tub, “I’m the one who told Jimin to dare me to kiss you our freshmen year.” Jungkook says just above a whisper. He’s been holding in that secret for 3 years.

“Wait, what?” you ask, totally off guard.

“Yeah.” Is all he responds with.

“You wanted to kiss me back then?”

“Wasn’t it obvious considering how things escalated…”

Your eyes expand in size, the memory of that night flashing in your mind.

“We agreed to never talk about it, ya know, to save our friendship and what not.” You point out.

The bubbles cover your bathing suit perfectly so little was left to the imagination. Jungkook keeps eyeing the swell of your breasts and the pop of your collarbones, you look naked if he has to be honest. And if he has to be honest it was starting to turn him on. Should that be a secret he shares?

“Jungkook?” you say for the 4th time trying to get him out of whatever drunken daze he was in.

“Huh?” he comes back down to earth. “What did you say?”

“I said, what are your dreams?”

“You know them already,” he shrugs.

“Video editor still?”

“Yeah. Maybe Director.” He smiles timidly, “What about yours?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Well, you’re in school for marketing. So something with that?”

“I just chose that because I know I can find a job in the field.” You sigh.

Jungkook studies your features, you look troubled. He leans forward to grab your hands again and says , “Whatever you wanna do, you’ll be great at it,”

You crease your brows together and a pout forms on your lips, “You think so?”

“I know so.”

The two of you smile at one another until you break the silence, “Its getting too hot we should get out soon.”

“Agreed.” Jungkook nods his head.

“Alright let’s make our wishes that we MUST support.” You stick your pinky out for Jungkook to take, “I’ll go first.” Then you become shy with your next words, “I wish Taehyung would feel the same way about me I do about him.”

Jungkook’s smile falters but he takes your pinky anyway.

“My turn…I just…I wish you will be happy.”

You widen your eyes, “Wow,” you say, “What a selfless wish. You shouldn’t waste it on me!”

“It’s my greatest wish right now though…” he slurs his words.

You can’t help but smile as you take his pinky in promise.

Now in some fresh pajamas, you and Jungkook both stand in front of his bedroom door. The two of you are pretty damn drunk but holding it together quite nicely. He sways from side to side with that bunny smile and you can’t help but lean in for a hug. He takes a moment but he hugs you back. You pull away much too quickly for his liking.

“Hey y/n…”

“Yeah?”

Jungkook clears his throat a few times, his eyes darting all around the place, “Could you ever…hate me?”

“Never.” You answer quickly.

Jungkook is hit with a wave of guilt, a wave so big it comes crashing and knocking him down.

“Would if…no, never mind.”

“Never.” You say again.

Jungkook’s smiles fades a bit before a new smile takes over.

“I understand. Goodnight y/n.” and he leans down and places a kiss on your cheek. “sleep well.”

Fire. You feel the burn of fire. His kiss lingered for a second too long because you are burning. His kiss was scorching hot and you can’t help but melt from the heat. You are left speechless. From a kiss on the cheek.How did a kiss on the mother fucking cheek have you reacting this way?

“G-Goodnight Jung—” but the door is already softly closing in your face before you can finish your sentence.

~~~~~

The sun is coming through the blinds in the most offending way, you want to open your eyes and start the day but you just cannot. You have a raging headache from all the wine you quickly drank and you come to accept your fate—you’re hungover. As hell. You crack one eye open to see the time on the clock: 1:52pm

Immediately you sit up in bed, realizing you have slept way too long. How late did you and Jungkook stay up last night? Oh, last night. You smile softly at the memories of the night before. It was a perfect BFF slumber party. You haven’t seen Jungkook that happy in a while and you wonder if the same goes for you.

But then reality sets in—Taehyung is going to be here in 2 hours and you haven’t even thought about what you’re packing for your trip. You still need to eat, shower and get ready. You begin to mentally pack for your trip when you hear a single knock on your door before its opening up and a wild Jungkook appears.

“Morning sleepyhead.” He says with his signature bunny grin on his face.

“Jungkook! Help me pack!” you jump out of bed and walk to your closet, dragging out an oversized overnight bag.

“Like, parent appropriate clothes—I am freaking out by the way. I am meeting Tae’s parents and would if they don’t like me?”

“Relax, relax.” Jungkook walks inside your closet, bringing out a few clothing options. “They’re going to love you.”

“Do you…” you chew on your bottom lip, “Do you think your parents would have loved me?” you ask cautiously.

Jungkook freezes. He is silent for several long moments, making you believe you should not have asked that. But then he turns to face you with a strange smile, “Mom and dad would have adored you.” Then he pats your shoulder. “I put in some good options by the way.” He says pointing to the bag.

“Oh thanks.” You say totally caught off guard. “Okay I’m going to shower can you please, pretty please make me something to eat? I will love you forever.”

“You already love me forever.” Jungkook states matter of fact. “But sure, but don’t blame me if you don’t like what I make.”

“Oh god, you’re making me instant ramen aren’t you?”

“Love you.” He says, walking out of your room.

~~~~~~

“I made a playlist for our drive.” Taehyung hands you his phone, “It’s called ‘Meet the Parents’” he laughs to himself, pointing at the playlist on the screen for you to click.

“The first song is called ‘Please love me’ by Colde” you chuckle, “You think you are funny, don’t you?”

“Maybe a little” he smirks. “But really, relax. My parents are chill, they’re gonna like you, I promise.

“Well, we have a 2 hour drive Tae Tae.” Taehyung blushes hard at the nickname and for once it does not go unnoticed by you.

“I have a question for you y/n…”

You quirk a brow at his curiosity, “What is it?”

“How do you have the opportunity to fake date me? Like, don’t you have someone you like or guys chasing after you?”

“Oh I don’t have much luck with that.” You answer honestly. “With dating and such.”

“And why’s that?” he pries deeper.

“To be honest most guys I have dated end up dumping me if I don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

You grip your purse in your lap, your hold so tight your fingers become sore.

“Dump Jungkook.” You breathe out, “They were always so jealous of him…and… gave me a choice. Them or him,” you pick at the material of your purse, “I always chose Jungkook.” You huff, “Besides I didn’t like those guys that much anyway.”

Taehyung is quietly listening to you, nodding his head at your words. Once at a stop light he turns to face you,

“Yet when I asked you to dump Jungkook, you did.” He points out in a hushed tone.

“I…” you pause, thinking carefully on what to say. “I guess I did.”

Taehyung smiles. But it isn’t his boxy grin, it’s an odd smile. You become anxious, “But it’s more complicated than that.”

“Right.” Taehyung says before facing the road again, accelerating through the green light.

“How did you and Jungkook becomes so close anyway?”

You can’t help but simper.

“Well, we met at a frat party but ended up at a 24 diner until like 9 the next morning. We just—we just really hit it off. I felt like I could say or be anything in front of Jungkook and he would always just give me a silly look and accept whatever it is, whatever I am. You know when you just vibe with someone so well?” you ask, not really expecting an answer.

“Well that was us. We could say anything and still always want to continue the conversation. We ended up taking some of the same classes and studied together then that turned into regular hang outs and then it was like bam—I was with him almost every day.” You smile fondly at the memories.

Taehyung glances at you, he wears a sad smile as he asks, “Have either of you ever caught feelings for the other?”

You choke on the air around you, “What?” then that night from freshmen year flashes in your mind, “No…no.” you say trying to convince him, or is it to convince yourself?

The next few minutes are pretty quiet during the drive, but nothing awkward. You unzip your purse to pull out your phone to see you have unread messages from Jimin.

Jimin 5:30pm

Hey babe, heard you were going to meet Tae’s parents

Jimin 5:31pm

How is Jungkook feeling?

y/n 5:44pm

what do u mean

Jimin 5:45pm

y/n…nothing girl

y/n 5:45pm

????

Jimin 5:46pm

It’s really nothing. Anyway

Jimin 5:46pm

You and tae huh

Jimin 5:46pm

I am happy for you and tae…if that’s what you really want

You stare down at the phone in your hands, contemplating whether to tell Jimin the truth. He is one of your best friends after all.

y/n 5:55pm

tbh with u jimin…im not really dating tae..were just pretending to get this girl off his back

Jimin 5:56pm

What???? Really?? Wait, what girl?

y/n 5:57pm

Some chick named Anna

Jimin 5:57pm

Wait…Anna…?

Incoming call: Jimin

“Are you going to answer that?” Taehyung asks from beside you.

You want to but you two are pulling into his parents drive way and you don’t want your first impression to be that you were on your phone, so you send Jimin a quick text that you can’t talk.

You and Taehyung step out of the car and his parents are already standing outside on the porch. His father has his wife in his arms, they look happy to see Taehyung—they look happy in general.

“Oh! My baby bear!” his mother strides forward until Taehyung is wrapped in her loving arms. She sways their bodies back and forth as she smiles and laughs, the joy of having her son with her evident.

Taehyungs dad is about the same, he pulls him in for a tight hug and scolds him for not visiting more. Then it is your turn. You stand there awkwardly but not for long because Taehyungs mother is embracing you all the same.

“I have seen lots of pictures of you! But you are even prettier in person!” she gushes, her hands holding yours. You can’t help the blush that creeps up on your face as she speaks to you.

“Why don’t you two come inside?” his father gestures towards the house, “We got dinner nice and hot.”

Taehyung blushes as he watches his parents interact with you, he knew they would warm up to you fast but still it makes his heart race.

Dinner goes by quickly, his parents talking a storm. They begin sharing childhood stories about Taehyung and show you baby pictures as he sits there protesting. His pouting face is so cute you could die.

“And here he is with just a towel!” his mom squeals. “But I am sure you have seen that view already.”

“mom…” Taehyung draws out the word in a whine. You just giggle as she continues to show you pictures of baby Tae Tae.

Finally, Taehyungs sister joins the party and she teases him just as much as their parents. You feel right at home with the Kim’s. They are warm and inviting and make you feel so…at peace.

“Oh!” Mrs. Kim pauses, “look at the time!” she points down at her watch that rests on her left wrist.

“It’s gotten so late, my my. Well, us old folks are heading to bed. You two should get some rest as well.” She motions towards you and Taehyung. “Taehyung can show you the room you two will be staying in.”

“Room? As in singular?” you sputter out.

“Well, we only have one room open. One bed.” She juts her lip out innocently. “I figure you two are a couple so…”

“Yeah, we will be fine.” Taehyung cuts in. “Get some rest mom…dad.” He nods towards his father.

One room? One bed? With The Kim Taehyung. Granted that yes, you have become like, friends with Tae so you are more comfortable. But to share a room? Share a bed?

You follow Tae up the stairs and down the hall to a bedroom. It has a single queen size bed in the middle of the room against the wall. You feel flustered like it’s the first time you spoke to him.

“I can sleep on the floor if you want.” Taehyung offers with a shy smile and all your worries vanish. That’s right, Taehyung is a gentlemen and you have nothing to worry about.

“No, it’s fine” you assure him, “We are adults Tae, we can share a bed.”

Your hangover still lingers and the drive is starting to take its toll, your eyes feeling heavy as sleep invites you to visit.

“Let’s sleep.” You yawn out.

Taehyung nods his head with a smile and walks towards the bathroom, “I’ll get ready for bed in here,” he motions towards the bathroom, “and you can change in here. Just let me know when you’re done.”

“Alrighty”

You fall asleep quickly, letting your dreams take over for the night.

Winter break just started and you are supposed to go see your parents but when you found out your new friend Jungkook was going to be spending the holidays alone in his dorm you just could not let that slide.

“It’s not a big deal, y/n. I’m used to it.” He states in a plain fashion.

“it IS a big deal JK. My parents can handle one Christmas without me, but I am afraid you cannot.” You say with a smirk.

“Why are you doing this for me?” Jungkook is typing away on his laptop working on a last minute assignment his professor is letting him turn in late.

“Because even though I’ve only known you for like, 4 months, you’re like my closest friend here.”

“Don’t act like you have a closer friend somewhere else”

“Why do you have to call me out like that?”

Jungkook snickers, click clacking away on his keyboard, “Finally, I’m finished.” He says closing the laptop. Jungkook looks up at you.

“Go catch your flight y/n.” he says with a soft smile.

“Not happening.” You say more seriously.

Jungkook just stares at you for a long while and you stare right back. When the two of you look into one another’s eyes it’s never weird or awkward. You always relish in it.

“You’re something else aren’t you?” he breaks into a toothy grin. “What would we do anyway?”

“We can have a slumber party? And call it BFF slumber party.”

“Sounds fun” Jungkook stands from his rolling chair and sits on the edge of his bed with you.

“You know, you might be the best friend I have ever had.” He whispers.

Christmas passes by in a flash and NYE’s is right around the corner. Your friends are going to be back for NYE’s because of all the parties that required all of your attendances.

New Year’s eve has arrived and you sit in your dorm with Trina as the two of you get ready for the night.

“I hope Stephanie is going to be there tonight…” Trina mumbles under her breath, “If not this outfit is a complete waste.”

You giggle as you apply your red lipstick in the mirror. You get a text from Jimin that he and Jungkook are already headed to the party so you rush Trina to get ready to go.

The party is booming. There are decorations everywhere, people everywhere, and drinks everywhere. You sip on a few beers, wanting to stay at least a little sober so you remember the night, and you hope Jungkook isn’t too trashed either.

Hours pass, lots of dancing goes down and more drinks go down…your throat. It was all fun and games until Jimin called for your group of friends to head to a bedroom to play an innocent game of truth or dare.

You stick to Jungkook’s side as the two of you stumble up the stairs, laughing loudly and holding hands to keep each other stable.

You all sat in a circle in the room, talking and laughing until Jimin clanked a glass with a spoon like a fancy bitch to get everyone’s attention.

“Okay first, lets start with Trina! Truth or Dare?” Jimin smirks.

“Dare, obviously.”

“Okay,” Jimin thinks for a few moments, “I dare you to flash everyone your tits.”

“Oh? Is that all?” Trina says as she quickly lifts her shirt. She was already braless. You and Jungkook cackle at the scene unfolding.

“Okay, Hobi���truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He says with an excited grin.

“Dare you to take 3 shots in a row.”

And the night went on like this until it was Jimins turn again,

“Jungkook, truth or dare?” Jimin had an evil glint in his eye, you should of known he was up to no good.

“Dare.” Jungkook says with a cocky smile.

“I dare you to kiss y/n.”

“y/n?” Taehyung shakes you a bit more, “y/n?”

“Huh?” you begin to open your eyes and take in your view. You are in a small bedroom, there are posters on the wall and a small desk next to the bedroom door. And most importantly a Kim Taehyung in front of your face.

“What…What time is it?” you ask, sleep still evident in your voice.

“9:00” he grins down at you. “We’re going strawberry picking today, get dressed!”

You rub your eyes, trying to rid yourself of the sleep that crusted them but it is no use, you are still exhausted.

“I dare you to kiss y/n.”

Why? Why did you dream that memory? You shake your head trying to rid yourself of the lingering dream in your mind. That was a long time ago, time to move on.

You quickly shower and get dressed and meet Taehyung and his parents for breakfast.

“Wow, smells good!” you inhale the air, while smiling sweetly to Mrs. Kim.

“Do you cook y/n?” she asks, looking eager to know.

“Yeah, I do. Well, sometimes.” You laugh to yourself “My roommate is useless in the kitchen so someone has to cook.”

“That’s great!” Mrs. Kim exclaims, nodding approvingly to her husband. “Taehyungs last girlfriend couldn’t even toast a poptart.” She rolls her eyes but then smiles at you again.

Last girlfriend? You don’t recall Taehyung ever having a girlfriend in the time you have known him. Must have been a while.

“Mom…” Taehyung warns,

“Oh alright, we aren’t talking about her. What was her name again?”

“Mom.”

“Okay okay.”

You awkwardly play with your fingers at their back and forth. Who was his girlfriend? Were they dating more recently? Why has the energy shifted so much in the kitchen?

“So you two are going strawberry picking huh? That’ll be fun. Be sure you bring back the reddest, juiciest ones you can find!” Mr. Kim chimes in.

You and Taehyung arrive at the strawberry farm a couple hours later, you two are some of the only people there.

“Small town.” Taehyung explains.

“More for us.” You poke your tongue out. “You must really like strawberries Tae.”

“Actually, no. I’m tired of them.” His laughter fills your ears, you watch as he sways into your side “But it’s still fun and we can take some cute pics here.”

“Yeah, true.” You try to smile brightly but fall short. “Well I’m glad we’re getting some because Jungkook eats all the damn strawberries at home!” Taehyung watches as you giggle and he frowns.

You spend time walking side by side, taking lots of photos, and enjoying one another’s company. The wonderful breeze rushes through you, making you feel alive and well.

“No way! Trina did not do that!” Taehyung laughs so hard, shaking his whole body.

“I swear! I told her she was going to get caught but that bitch does not listen to me.” You laugh alongside him.

“And I swear to you, I was not about to get caught with her so me and Jungkook ran for it. I would rather fucking die.” You laugh again.

“You don’t say that type of stuff in front of Jungkook, do you?” Taehyungs tone becomes serious, surprising you.

“What stuff?” you tilt you head in confusion.

“You know ‘wanting to die’ bullshit. He really hates that because well, you know.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t say that around him, he’s real sensitive about that for some reason.” You laugh awkwardly, swinging your arms side to side as you two walk.

“Well for good reason. Right?”

“Huh?”

“It’s nothing…” Taehyung releases a shaky breath. “It’s not my place to tell you.”

“If it’s about my best friend—”

“Sorry. Not my place.” Taehyung says more harshly. “Let’s just change the subject.”

Your mind begins racing…why is Jungkook so sensitive about that? What isn’t he telling you?

“Don’t think too much about it y/n.” Taehyung says softly. “He will tell you eventually.”

“Oh…” you bow your head down, “Okay…”

“Well, tell me more about you Tae.”

“what do you want to know?”

“let’s start with the basics! What’s your favorite color?”

Taehyung looks up at the sky and hums to himself, “I don’t have one but today maybe it’s blue.”

“You don’t have a favorite color? Why blue today?”

“The sky. It’s so pretty. I wish I could find this exact shade of blue and recreate this sky…” he sighs to himself, “But then again maybe today it’s green.” He gestures towards your top. “Because it brings out the color in your eyes.”

You pause mid walk, tilting your head up at him. “You like green today because I…I’m wearing it?”

“Is that strange?” he stops walking as well, “Because your eyes—”

“Why not choose the color of my eyes?” you tease.

“Because I like what wearing green does to them specifically.” He rubs your shoulder, “Come on, let’s keep going.”

You nod your head and the two of you continue your walk, he takes your hand in his and you smile to yourself. This feels like a real date.

“What are you most afraid of?” you feel his hand grow sweaty in your palm. “Like, for example, Jungkook doesn’t like spiders or…”

“Being left.” He blurts out. “But yeah, not a fan of spiders either.” He chuckles.

“Being left?”

Taehyung walks towards a bench and sits down, you follow his lead taking a seat close to him. He takes a few deep breaths and lowers his head.

“Imagine a parent or a significant other or even a friend…they say they love you and stuff…but then change their mind or something happens and they end up leaving. That’s what I’m most afraid of. Being left alone.”

You bite your lip, you realize he and Jungkook have this in common. Your hand rushes to find his, you gently stroke your thumb over his golden skin. “Someone would be absolutely crazy to abandon you, Taehyung.”

Surprising you, he scoffs.

“I’m serious…you are…just amazing. You’re sweet, funny, caring and kind and you make great art and you have great taste in movies…you also know the best pizza…” you continue to stroke his skin as you ramble, “You have the most genuine heart, Taehyung.”

Taehyung lifts his head to face you, he looks pained.

“y/n…”

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m here for you, you know?” you scoot closer to him on the bench and Taehyung leans into you.

“You’re too good to me…” Taehyung whispers so quietly you barely hear him. “You really think that of me?”

“Of course, I do. You make me feel…” the words die on your tongue when you feel Taehyung cup your jaw with his hand.

“You make me feel….too.” he whispers just loud enough that you hear him loud and clear.

Then Taehyung leans back, his hand dropping from your face, “I have to tell you something.”

“No.” you cut in. Whatever it is it can wait. Because��because you know it’s not something that will make you happy and you don’t want this weekend to be ruined. You just know.

“Tell me another time?” you lean into him, your fingers intertwining with his. “Please…”

Taehyung exhales deeply, frustration written all over his face. He turns in his seat to face you.

“Soon.” He promises.

“Ha, you sound like Jungkook.”

“Do you always find a way to talk about Jungkook?” Taehyung lifts your chin with his fingers.

“W-What?”

Taehyung looks serious for a second before he cracks a smile and laughs, “I’m just teasing you.”

~~~~~

“Wait, wait. So you’re telling me you ALSO love museums?!” Taehyung squeezes your hand in excitement.

“Yeah, they’re really interesting.” You smile.

“Oh my god, all our friends think they’re so boring. Well, Namjoon likes them. Anyway, why haven’t we gone on a museum date? I want to take you so bad now!” His eyes are shining like a child, you can’t help but adore him.

“Then let’s go sometime Tae.”

Taehyung lowers the basket he’s holding to the ground and takes your basket and sets it on the ground as well.

“I really…” Taehyung pauses, reaching his hand to grab yours. “Really had a nice time with you today.

You look down at your joined hands and smile. “Me too, Tae Tae.”

Taehyung leans over and pecks your cheek. It makes you smile.

“What was that for?” you ask shyly. “There’s no people around.” You chuckle a bit bitterly.

“Just felt like it,” his soft smile making you swoon. “Should we head back? My parents will probably be in bed by the time we make it back home.”

“Sure.”

~~~~~

The house is dark and quiet when you enter through the front door. Only the sound of the ceiling fan rotating in cold, noisy circles could be heard. It was oddly calming and made the long day catch up to you.

“Let’s get ready for bed.” Tae whispers into your ear and it tickles.

The two of you head up the flight of stairs and enter the bedroom. You take turns using the bathroom to get ready for bed, once all done you make your way under the covers and slowly close your eyes.

“y/n?”

You turn over in bed to face Taehyung, your faces just inches apart.

“Yes?” you whisper.

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this.” The guilt in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you, as usual. “I wish there was something more I could do for you…”

“You’re already buying me coffee.” You giggle.

“I want to do more,” Taehyung gulps “I want to…” he scoots even closer to you, his hot breath fanning your face. You can smell the mint from his toothpaste and his natural scent. It fills your nostrils and you suck in a sharp breath.

“You want to what?” you say with a shaky voice.

Taehyungs breathing begins to quicken, you can feel each rushed breath and you wonder what’s gotten into him.

“What do you want to do, Tae?” you ask again.

You can see Taehyungs tongue dart out to wet his lips and you can’t help but stare. His lips look so plump and delicious, you want a bite.

“I…I don’t know…” he turns to lay on his back. “Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers.

“Sure.”

“I wanted to kiss more than your cheek today.” He turns back over to his side to face you again. “Is that wrong?”

Taehyung wanted to kiss you? Like, kiss you kiss you? You feel happy, yes. But do you feel your heart racing in excitement? You don’t know.

“Tae—”

“Even now, I still want to…kiss you…” his hand brushes against the skin of your cheek and you start to feel your heart beat just a little faster. Finally…

“But,” he pulls backs, “It’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“Why would it be wrong?”

“Because…y/n…I have to tell you some—”

You quickly lean over to seal his lips with yours. Usually your kisses are short and sweet and tender but this time you use more force as you press your lips over his mouth, the kiss sloppy and heated. He instantly kisses you back with fervor, your tongue prodding its way into his mouth and he obliges in seconds, his tongue playing with yours. You moan into his mouth and Taehyungs hands are all over you, they travel into your hair, down your back, grabbing your hips and rubbing your ass.

“Tae…” you whine out

Taehyungs fingers play with the hem of your shorts and you push your hips into his.

“Please.” You beg for more.

“But wait—”

“Please.” You repeat.

Taehyung stares at you for several long moments, thinking of what to do…he wants to devour you, if he had to be honest. But is this right? But he…

Then his eyes go dark, his gaze piercing.

“I’m going to taste you.” He says in voice so deep you even question that its him.

Next thing you know your shorts are pulled down along with your panties and Taehyungs mouth is an inch away from devouring you.

“Gonna make you feel so good.” He groans into your heat, his tongue licking a strip from your hole to your clit. And again and again. You quietly whimper into the pillow as his tongue fucks you.

“More Taehyung, more…” you moan, your hands gripping his hair.

Taehyung smirks up at you and inserts two fingers into your greedy cunt, he curls and scissors them inside you making you weep pathetically.

“That feel good sweetheart?”

Then he’s diving back in, his tongue assaulting your clit until you feel the buildup of your inevitable orgasm—you mean, it is Kim Taehyung.

He gives your clit one last good suck before you are reaching your high, pulling on his locks and moaning at a higher pitch. Fuck, that was good.

“You sound so fucking hot when you come…” Taehyung moves back up the bed as you lay there breathless. “Next time I want you coming on my—”

Taehyung stops himself from finishing that sentence. You watch as he groans into his hands, “I mean, if you want there to be a next time.”

“Of course I do, Tae.” You flip to your side and find his lips. You give him a long kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. “How could I not?”

Taehyung savors your lips on his, he finds his hands in your hair again as he deepens it. He should feel like shit but somehow he feels…good. And he’s confused as hell for it.

~~~~~

The next morning comes by quickly, you are saying your goodbyes to the Kim’s with promises that you will return soon. And you secretly hope you do.

The drive back to Uni is a slow one, you and Taehyung listen to his playlist and chat every now and then while he holds your hand. You smile like an idiot the whole time.

Taehyungs phone is in your hand as you slide through the music options, you’re about to choose a song when he receives an incoming text.

Anna 10:08am

You think that will work, Taehyung? Try harder.

You slide the message up, trying to ignore it. You don’t want some stalker to ruin the good mood you’re in. But you can’t help but wonder what she is talking about. And why hasn’t he blocked her? You don’t say anything to Taehyung, he is also in a good mood and you don’t want to ruin it. He’s humming the tune from the car speakers and lifts his hand that holds yours and kisses it.

Another hour passes and you and Taehyung are in front of your apartment.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you up?” Taehyung questions sweetly.

“I’m sure!” you stand on your tip toes to kiss his cheek and turn around to walk away.

“Oh no you don’t.” Taehyung chuckles as he pulls you in for a kiss on the lips. Then another kiss and then another. “Now you can go.” He teases.

You break out in a wide grin, and tilt your head up to kiss him one last time.

You walk up the steps to your apartment, and walk towards your front door. What an amazing weekend, you think. You got to know Taehyung a lot better, you met his parents and you two shared an unforgettable night—at least for you. Oh no. Should you have returned the favor? Instead of worrying about it you decide it’s okay, he owes you after all. You chuckle to yourself as you unlock the front door.

You step inside your apartment with a an idiotic, dopey ass smile plastered on your face.

“What’s with you?” Jungkook asks from the living room couch.

“Oh nothing,” You sing, “Just had a really good weekend.”

“Oh? So I guess meeting his parents went well?” Jungkook stands to meet you at the entrance, he takes your bag for you and sets it down.

“That too.” You giggle.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, “I’m serious, what’s up with you?” he can’t help but smile. You look so happy.

“Nothing we just… we just…” you bite your lip, contemplating on what to tell Jungkook.

“You… just?” his smile begins to fade as realization hits him. Then his face hardens. “Did he fuck you?” Jungkook’s voice is lower than you have ever heard it.

“What?” you choke out.

“I asked if this asshole fucked you?”

“Okay, one: he’s not an asshole. Two: no, he did not fuck me.”

Jungkook visibly relaxes.

Telling Jungkook the truth will probably only upset him for some reason so you decide against it. You don’t need his negativity right now. Finally, fucking finally, Taehyung is crossing a line with you…on the side where friendship is beginning to become blurred and nothing makes you more excited. You have been waiting for this, you have spent so much time with him and and… you need this.

“Okay…” Jungkook leans down and picks up your bag and heads to your room. You watch as he swings the bedroom door open and set the bag inside.

“Wanna order some food?” he calls out, walking towards you again.

“Honestly we got up pretty early this morning so I think I’ll take a quick nap. But after? If you’re willing to wait a couple hours?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Get some rest.” He smiles, jumping back on the couch and pressing play on whatever show he was watching.

Your bed is so unbelievably soft and warm that as soon as you sink in the sheets your eyes are already closing in exhaustion. But your mind stays awake…you think about the weekend you just had with Taehyung and all the progress you have made. You like him so much, you want nothing more than for him to feel the same way. At least you think you…anyway. You recall his lips kissing down your body, his tongue teasing your thighs, his hands gripping your hips.

Taehyungs dark eyes as he stares up from you is without a doubt one of the sexiest things you have had the pleasure of witnessing. Wait—why one of? Why can’t it be the sexiest thing you have ever seen? Then different images bombard your brain but you’re quick to throw them away. Only Taehyung lives in your mind rent free, god damn it. He ain’t gotta pay a penny.

You think about the light, teasing kisses he left on your neck…you think about his fingers and how they fucked you, god they felt so fucking good. You smile as you think about what else he could do for you…your lazy smile widens at the thought.

Your eyes are still closed and images of Taehyung run wild in your mind as you start to doze off. Yes, you can fall asleep with him in your thoughts. Your body feels heavier and heavier as sleep finally takes over, you welcome Taehyung in your dreams as well. At least you hope you dream of him.

The bed creaks beneath you as Jungkook guides you further up the mattress, his body hovering your own. His hands come to slide up your arms as you shiver under his touch.

“I’m giving you goosebumps.” He says while lightly stroking your arm, feeling each bump under his fingertips. “What else do I do to you?”

“So many things Jungkook…” you heavily breathe out, your chest is heaving at this point. The anticipation of his touch is driving you nuts.

“Need to find out.” He simply states, his head lowering down to the crook of your neck. He breathes you in and lowers himself between your spread legs.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes, please.” You don’t mean to whimper, but you do. You fucking do.

Jungkook’s slender fingers make their way skimming across your bare stomach until he reaches the hem of your panties. He lifts the band up and slaps it against your skin.

“I want these off, is that okay?”

You only nod your head.

“Words y/n. When you’re with me you use your words okay baby?” His fingers begin lowering your panties down. “Lift yourself for me.” And you obey. Jungkook slides your panties down your legs and you’re left completely naked underneath him.

“God, I can just see how wet you are.” You immediately force your legs shut, feeling embarrassed at his words.

“Not uh, I don’t think so. You got this wet for me? I want to see it. Open for me, baby.” Very hesitantly you begin to move your legs apart, the blush on your face deepening.

The rest is almost a blur. You can recall his fingers spreading your folds, you whining for him to touch more of you. You can recall his mouth hovering your pussy, his tongue swirling around your clit. You can recall his fingers stretching you out and moaning out his name. It’s what came next that is very clear in your mind. Its him kissing your lips, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and his cock sliding between your folds. The desire you feel for him is very real and he can feel that.

“Please, Jungkook!” You gasp out, as he teases his cock at your entrance.

Jungkook slides his gorgeous cock into you inch by glorious inch. His cock twitching inside your pulsating pussy, his harsh breaths fanning your face. Jungkook slams his eyes shut, his teeth gritting in anticipation as he waits for you to give the ok. You only gasp for air as he bottoms out, his dick reaching places no one ever has before, you slowly nod your head giving him permission to fuck you into oblivion. He says he could, so you’ll believe him. .

Jungkook opens an eye to look at you carefully, your face contorted in pleasure showing him how you are indeed okay to go on. Jungkook’s hand massages your hips, his touch setting your skin on fire. He begins to slowly ease out of you until just the tip remains then he slams his hips into yours. His body falls forward and he lifts your head up with his free hand and brings you closer for a wild kiss. He grinds himself into you deliciously, his hips rocking back and forth causing you to moan out for him over and over.

“Please…please.” You pant, rolling your hips into his as you meet his desperate thrusts.

“Please what, princess?” he breathes out heavily, “Told you that when you’re with—” He begins fucking into you faster, “When you’re with me…to use your words.” His pace is bruising, causing you to choke on the air around you.

“Please, harder.” You manage to get out while gripping on to his wide shoulders, your finger nails digging into his soft skin.

Jungkook smirks down at you, his eyes shining with something you can’t quite describe.

“Harder?” he questions, his lips coming down to suck bruises into your neck. “Deeper too?” he bites a particular spot that makes you groan.

“Just—just need more of you…” you grab his hair by the handful and yank his head back and bring his face to yours. Your lips meeting his.

His tongue slips past your lips, tongues dancing to the beat of his thrusts. His cock is buried so deep within you that you feel you are no longer a single person but now a person merged with another. You have never felt more connected.

Jungkook whines at the sight of you—your lips apart and eyes barely open. Your head is thrown back showing Jungkook all the pretty blooming bruises on your skin.

“So fucking pretty.” He grits out, eyes lit on fire.

You’re barely able to respond as he thrusts into you even harder, your tits bouncing with each movement.

“Gonna come soon…” he says between heavy breaths, his pace becoming sloppy.

“Gonna come inside me?” you cry out, your fingernails digging into his back.

“Need you to come with me baby”

You could of came from his cock alone, that you are sure of but when his fingers meet your sensitive clit, you are seeing stars. He’s rubbing messy circles, easily sliding around from how wet you are, his fingers getting drenched.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly his fingers bring you to orgasm.

You gasp out, voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming he’s drawn from your body. “Fuuuuuucckk.” You whine, your orgasm leaving you breathless.

“I—I’m coming…” he pants in your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin.

He fucks into you quickly before stilling his hips and shooting his cum deep within you, decorating your walls. He doesn’t move. You don’t move. He stays buried to the hilt, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck. You aren’t much better, your breaths also harsh. You look to the nightstand to read the clock that says 4 AM. Fuck, what did you do?

You just fucked your best friend.

Panicked and out of breath, you sit up in bed. Sweat forming on your hairline and dribbling down the side of your face. Why? Why this dream of all dreams? Why this memory?

[haik-choo]

karasuno first years out late w/ their s/o

request: Could you write how 1st years (yachi too pls🥺) going out with their s/o late at night ?

a/n: this is such a cute little concept i -- 

[KARASUNO FIRST YEARS OUT LATE AT NIGHT WITH THEIR S/O]

-tsukishima, kageyama, yamaguchi, hinata, yachi

tsukishima kei.

not gonna lie, he’s often awake late at night. he’s a night owl and doesn’t mind sacrificing his sleep to watch some youtube videos

occasionally, he even goes out late at night, slipping past his parents and brother’s room and softly closing the front door with his headphones covering his ears and his hands stuffed in his pockets

so when you text him at 3am and ask if he can go out with you to the convenience store, he agrees in seconds to meet you at the halfway point between your houses

wastes no time in putting on his sneakers and a hoodie; he wants to get there quickly so that you aren’t left out by yourself

tsukishima knows there’s creeps out there, which is exactly why he jogs to the halfway point and is relieved when he’s the first one there

as soon as he sees you in the distance he fast walks to catch up to you, and slips his hand into yours

he totally brings bluetooth earbuds so that you two can listen to the same music instead of his wired headphones <3 uwu

is always on the lookout for any weirdos, and if he spots someone eyeing you up he shoots them the nastiest glare

eventually wraps his arms around your shoulder while your hand is sitll in his and its that cute little thing where your arms is across your chest holding his hand </3

pays for whatever you get at the store, ignores your complaints and tells you to shut up when you continue to insist on paying

“im trying to be a good boyfriend for once, for the love of god PLEASE shut up”

secretly takes a candid photo of you at some point in the night and sets it as his home screen -- NOT his lock screen, and when you see it he outright denies having taken it

tsukishima: you told me to take a picture of you

you: stop lying i know you’re a closet hopeless romantic 

convinces you to stop at the park and eat the snacks you both got there, music still humming in your ears as the moonlight washes you both in cool tones

tsukishima when he’s alone with you is so soft -- he literally kisses your hand and temple and mutters very softly “love you” 

all in all, tsukishima kei is the perfect night-owl boyfriend to go on snack-runs with 

kageyama tobio.

"why would i go out right now. do you know what time it is. i have practice in the morning”

kags really out here kinda hurtin’ your feelin’s ngl boy doesn’t understand the vibes LOL

honestly you probably woke him up, he’s asleep at like ten every night (even tho he still has homework to do he just flat-out ignores it LOL) 

only agrees to go out walking with you because you said he could bring his volleyball and you’d toss a few for him....and also because he’s a little worried because it’s so dark out

doesn’t walk with you to the park but meets you there LOL

he deadass has his wholeass duffel bad with the ball, two waterbottles, two towelettes, volleyball sneakers and everything

“you know,,,,we’re not playing a game, right, tobio?”

“yeah???? and??? what’s your point”

acts nonchalant but is totally having fun and is lowkey glad you asked him to go out so late because it’s cool out, there’s no one to bother him, and you just look...really good under the stars

he’s not a cheesy person but...god you just take his breath away sometimes. not that he’ll ever say that though

you ask to take a break like thirty minutes in because you are LITERALLY dying meanwhile he hasn’t even broken a sweat (”you’re already tired? maybe you should workout more” “shut UP kageyama”)

you both sit on the bench, and you’re lowkey waiting for him to reach for your hand but they’re just folded in his lap as he stares out in the nothingness of night

kageyama can’t take a hint. we know this. he’s incapable of knowing what you want unless you flat out tell him; so you have to be a very honest person

he doesn’t even really initiate skinship, not because he doesn’t want to, but just because it never really crosses his mind

plus he doesn’t feel the need to constantly show affection because he thinks it’s obvious that he likes you

despite this, he is good at spotting weird people, and he’s pretty protective of you, so you’re completely safe with him. trust him, he’ll keep you safe

all in all, have patience and stamina because kags will play volleyball with you until you pass out. also, he loves you 

yamaguchi tadashi.

is in bed by 11pm but doesn’t actually go to sleep until two am because he’s scrolling through tiktok on his phone

sees your text about wanting to go out for a late night walk and maybe go through the little forest near your house and automatically sends a text that says “ill meet you at your window! can you pack some snacks? :)”

he walks all the way to your house, even if it’s more convenient to meet halfway because he wants to protect you! he’s not the strongest nor is he the most intimidating, so all he really has to offer is his presence

despite not being strong nor scary, yams literally has eagle eye. you can’t tell me that he can’t read people in a heartbeat -- he’s extremely perceptive 

also texts you to not bring a jacket because he’s bringing on of his own for you !!! so sweet what the hell

he waits at your front door and when you step out he automatically pushes his volleyball jacket into your hands and he takes the bag of snacks from you and sticks out one of his hands UGH such a gentleman

lets you ramble about anything and stares at your side profile as he listens 

joins in with a few quips here and there but ultimately is pretty quite and lets you speak or lets the silence cozy into the conversation

sees that there’s a guy sitting on a bench up the road and he switches places with you so that you’re further away from the stranger 

also wraps a protective hand around your waist until you both are past the random dude but yams will glance behind yall every once in a while

when you two reach the mini forest he ends up taking the lead claiming that he knows a good spot

and damn, he’s right

it’s a little clearing that is illuminated solely by the moonlight and he sets the bag of snacks down beside him before sitting down himself, apologizing for not bringing a blanket that you two could sit on 

pats the spot next to him so that you sit right beside him and he leans back with his hand on yours ONGMIRG 

is the super cheesy type and tells you that you look really pretty and that,,,he kind of wants to kiss you

you: *experiencing heart palpitations* and you did this for what. 

yamaguchi: ...because i love you?

you: *K.O*

all in all, yamaguchi is the boyfriend that completely indulges your late-night escapades <3 

hinata shoyo.

is either completely fast asleep and doesn’t see your text or was awake and not planning to sleep for the next five hours, no in-between

but if he’s awake and sees your text, he agrees right away and asks where you want to meet up and what time because homeboy probably has to bike to get there AgAGAGAGA

literally doesn’t even show up in sneakers. he’s wearing sandals and shorts with a short sleeve top 

“i came in my pjs”

“i see that.”

asks if you two can bike around instead because he doesn’t want to have to wheel his bike around for like an hour 

he tells you to hold on tight because the bike was built for one person, and when you press against his back his warmth is literally so,,,comforting 

has no sense of awareness and will scream going down a hill in the middle of a neighborhood, no fucks given

so, no, he doesn’t notice any weriod people even if there are some around

you always end up running into some weird people and you get new interesting stories every other day because let’s be honest hinata is a magnet for crazy shit and crazy people (usually crackheads) 

you both just ride around as he talks about his day, usually his sister always comes up in the conversation( “she asked me to marry you the other day” “doirhgAEROIHFGRE SHOYO WHAT” “what? i told her i would. i keep my promises!”)

after like thirty minutes he begs for a break and you stop at a little 24/7 ice cream store that is run by the sweetest elderly couple

you share a sundae because you don’t want to eat too much this late at night

he plops on the bench right outside the store with his bike leaning against the metal handles, and h snuggles up to you and watches you scroll on your phone

he talks a little here and there, but for the most part, he goes quiet, and it’s during this time where you’re unaware of his gaze that he just takes his time drinking in your features in the yellow light of the lamppost 

he can’t read the mood most times, but this time he does, and he stays quiet, and he thinks to himself

that he really will marry you one day

all in all, hinata gives you the impulsive young teenage experience of late night bike rides while eating his fair share of ice cream

yachi hitoka.

another either or, except this time she’s either fast asleep or stressing over homework and the nine tests she has the next day

when you ask if she can go on a walk with you she’s hesitant because she doesn’t want to get in trouble with her mom and she’s a total goody goody and terrified of doing anything reckless; but then she remembers that her mom was on a business trip and so she, very cautiously, says yes

you: good. i’m outside your door btw

yachi: i never had a choice did i

you have to meet her at her house because she’s way too scared to walk by herself at night; she might even make you factime her as you commute because she’s worried for you

jumps at every little thing, even the crows cawing make her shit herself

instictively grabs onto your sleeve and nervously look around the entire time, to the point where she doesn’t hear what you say

so you offer to go to a little cafe that’s still open and right away she nods

she’s so adorable, she bows really deeply when you two walk into the store and apologizes for it being so late

and finally, because you two are safe, she’s calm and smiling as she sips at her strawberry smoothie

awkwardly and very shyly reaches out for your hand on the table and gently lays her palm on yours

canon: yachi totally has freckles and you can’t convince me otherwise 

her face is red and her freckles are just on display you can’t help but coo at her and tuck some hair behind her ear because god could she get any cuter?

you two end up staying for like a hour and a half and very shyly she asks if you could walk her home 

and this time on the walk she’s not overly cautious and seems to enjoy the nighttime breeze and your hand softly clasping hers

does that cute thing where she lays her head on your shoulder or arm while you both are walking and looks up at you through her eyelashes and asks if you could give her a kiss on the cheek </3

you: stop. please. im going to die.

when you’re at her door she literally just stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before tilting her head upwards and pressing her lips to yours and then promptly running inside

video calls you three seconds afterwards to make sure you get home safely 

all in all, you might need to be the impulsive one, but yachi enjoys spending late night time with you more than she admits. also please kiss her thanks      

[calypsoff3]

One. Part 2

I really can’t believe he is making me blush like this, he switched the show up and made me blush so much. He is making me sweat “that is so cute” watching him sing Lost in ya Love, the footage he is showing is of us and half of the shit he has put in there I haven’t seen myself; this isn’t Dennis. This is personal iPhone footage, but they are so cute to be honest. I didn’t think Chris took so much footage on his phone of me, I am so unaware too. He has put in videos of me looking a mess, Dennis would have never put ones that I look a mess in but I will take it, I think personally I am finding it cute “awww” I laughed, he put videos of me mad at him so I know he made this him damn self but he is annoying. I hate him, now I am feeling all hot “she’s going to hate that” Chris said as the song ended “right, so the next song. It’s going to be me and Robyn tonight. Man, I don’t care. It’s been what, four months? Maybe five, I have been away from home for so long I don’t know. Kids I am sorry but it's life” he is so annoying, let me hide again “three in the morning” he sang, and the crowd just went wild “don’t you be on that bullshit yeah, yeah” Mel sang in my ear, he really isn’t shit at all and he needs to stop it right now. The music started playing, turning to Mel “the whole of LA knows what you going to be doing tonight” I laughed shaking my head “he is an asshole” I want to hide but Mel turned me around and held me still “You already know what time it is, reach up in that dresser where them condoms is and, baby, when I get it, I'll never let it go. Gonna take it slow. We ain't gon' stop 'til 9 A.M. If you can't take it all, baby say when. Make you cum over and over again and I'ma leave it in” I have both Mel and Chris singing my god “bitch” trying to shrug her off, annoying ass got me stood here embarrassed.

Herb came over to me “it’s the last song, Chris wants the boys on stage” he said to me, letting out an oh “I think we will walk to backstage now anyways” I said to him, there is no point being here when everyone starts moving back and we need to go backstage. Making my way over to the boys “come here” helping them down “you going to go on stage with dad” the girls came over to me “just the boys?” Imani said, getting Junior down too “Imani once you get titties dad don’t want you on, he hiding you” looking at Rylee “will you shut up, he never said that. Why did you say that to her?” Rylee can be a bitch at times “because it’s true, once I grew tits he didn’t want me near the thing” I glared at her “it’s not that” Herb said, “then what is it like uncle?” Rylee questioned him “we don’t want you to get hurt, boys jumping and stuff” Rylee rolled her eyes “Imani you can go on stage, ignore her. She can stay away from it, she is being this way” holding Junior and Raihan hand “let’s go, and you both can stay here. Imani” imagine saying that to your little sister, life is over when you have tits, she has angered me now once again “don’t get upset” hearing behind me, looking behind. Imani is now upset “aww Imani, don’t be sad. He never said any of that, say sorry to her right now” I said to Rylee “he never has us on there now” Rylee getting on my nerves “Herb, just bring her with us. You both can fend for yourselves” I hate teenagers and hormonal ones at that.

Chris got Tyga out here, they are performing Holla at Me, and I see why he just wanted boys because they are throwing and wetting each other, they are celebrating for the end of the show. My son’s love it, they love to play rough “ok so go on stage, go straight to dad. he will be ok, it’s ok baby. Don’t be sad” then I see my girls and North on stage, I know those girls didn’t just pop up like that “right go” pushing her to go, Imani ran for her life. They got every nigga on this stage, I am staying away from that shit “yes” I said to myself, Imani got to him, and he’s seen her so I can rest now. Watching my eldest daughters closely, I mean they are dancing with each other and no near anyone on the stage, but I see the guys looking at them, these are grown men too. I pulled a face, I don’t like that shit at all. The way Chris is dragging Imani around with him but let’s Junior and Raihan just be running around, he loves his daughters a lot, he cares for them, and I can’t blame him. Niggas aren’t good, I am happy Chris is home now because these girls need to understand some respect. Chris isn’t the same as they was when they didn’t have titties, they are right, but he cares. I mean I ain’t feeling it and after what happened to me at their innocent age, I fear for them. They will understand one day and apologise. Now I am a mother of teenagers it’s so different, I see the dangers and it scares me so much, how did my mother ever let me go, I couldn’t.

Waiting on the side for everyone to come back off stage, I am still going to get Rylee for what she says but for now I just wait to see my husband. Junior walking down step by step, Chris is holding Raihan with Imani ahead of him. He looks so happy, and I am so emotional right now, I haven’t seen him in months so this is emotional “Breezy, Breezy, Breezy” they all started chanting, here I go with my water works, Joyce took Raihan from him “thank you, thank y’all” he said “I think someone has missed you the most” Noella said, Chris turned to me “awww twin, why are you crying?” he laughed “shut up” he hugged me “I have missed you so much” wrapping my arms around him “I have been counting down the days until I could hold you twin, I have missed you so much baby. I know baby, I know. Stop crying” he saying to stop crying but I can’t “it’s been hard without you” I can’t stop now “I am proud of you Robyn; I know it’s hard for you to let me go. I am home now, I won’t be doing that again for a while now” I laughed, just to be in his embrace. Closing my eyes, taking in this moment that I have been waiting for “I love you so much” he said to me “I love you so much too poppa, welcome home” moving my head back, Chris looked at me and he laughed “I have missed seeing this face so much” pressing a kiss to my lips “I am horny too” he squeezed my butt, I yelped out. Only he would be horny while I cry, he is so annoying for that.

I fixed my make up while he had a shower and got changed, he has that stupid after party “you missed this” Chris flashed me his dick, rolling my eyes “I have seen it plenty times, nigga go away” he laughed covering himself “I have really missed you Robyn, I am being honest with you. Like I said to you, I wanted you to come with me but that couldn’t happen” I sighed out “I needed to be home anyways, Amerie couldn’t do it without. So you really going to the party?” Chris nodded his head “they paid well for me, just show my face and home. Come with me, let Amerie take them home. Come on, you look so beautiful. You have been at home, come with me for a few drinks and a little humping. Please?” I do want to come “come on twin, let the kids go home” nodding my head “fine, I will let Amerie take them home, but we really need to speak on Rylee and Tianna” Chris groaned out “what did she do now?” watching Chris put his boxers on “so you told Herb to get the boys, Imani got a little upset and asked why dad don’t want me to come on, Rylee was there and she said once you get titties he don’t want you on stage” Chris’ mouth fell open “she said that? No lie?” I nodded my head “I was shocked, so she said that, and that dad doesn’t want us on there for that reason, once I did he didn’t want me on there. Imani cried, because of her nasty mouth and that she doesn’t want to grow up” Chris is stunned “wow, Rylee is a terror. I knew the stage would be full of niggas, I didn’t want them to be hurt, the fuck that got to do with what I say? She annoyed me when she posted what she did on Instagram I ain’t forget. We ain’t nobody, I don’t play that shit. I don’t want to open her story and see that, so yeah. You right, we going to talk to her” I did say wait till he comes home, he is here now so good luck to Rylee “never did I think I would be seeing a strict Chris, you was so soft and loving towards your daughters” I said to him, Chris sighed out “Rylee is so head strong if we didn’t tell her off she would run the whole house, so yeah. It needs to be dealt with” nodding my head slowly.

Chris is hugging his kids, he is happy to be home and I am happy to see him home “Rylee, can I speak to you” I said to her, she nodded her head as I walked off, I rather speak to her alone then have Tianna there and she can give her air, that is what I don’t want. Stepping outside “yes mom” Rylee, I look at Rylee and shudder, she is so head strong and like the me when I found fame and realised I had to fight but she has started off early “Rylee, why did you say what you said to Imani? It wasn’t nice and it wasn’t anything to do with that, you saw how hectic it was. I don’t like that grown niggas was looking at you either, I am trying to protect you from that” I said to her “they look but I don’t care, I don’t want them weirdos. I don’t want them anyways. But it’s true, dad is always on the defensive with me, he just texts me about stupid things. Like so what I posted a cute picture and he told me to take it off, then I did. Dad doesn’t want us around like that anymore, ok I should have worded it better but it’s true. I am not stupid” licking my lips “I hate it, being famous sucks because it's like I can’t even be me, I am either Rihanna’s daughter or Chris Brown’s. Getting heckled at because I ignore niggas, your dad said hoes ain’t loyal, but his daughter the hoe. It’s hard mom! And then you just bite at me, then dad is home now you are all fucking stressing me out, sorry I said it. but it’s right, it’s hell being your child and his. The same man bitches at school want, I am over it, over you, over him. I am over it, just go and have fun, dad is back so be in the little love circle you’re in now mom” she never shuts up “your dad is back, I am happy, you right. I think I let you off too much Rylee, I do. And I think I am better than my mom because if that was me I would have got slapped, I am giving you another chance to fix your attitude before I really lose it with you, nothing is hard for you. You make life hard for you, and posting seductive pictures is going to get you in trouble! He didn’t openly go on your page, it got sent to him” defending Chris “I am sure you had a slut era” I instantly slapped her, and I didn’t even think of it, but it happened “get out of my face, you go home, now!” I shouted; Rylee held her cheek in shock “don’t ever speak on my past ever again like that” she walked off to go back inside.

“You’re upset” Chris said to me from across me on the tour bus, nodding my head “Herb leave, y’all niggas go” Chris said to the niggas sat around us to go to the club “Herb can stay, I don’t mind him” I said openly “I been sat here staring at you, you’re just in your own little word, I don’t like it” watching the boys walk off out to the back of the bus “I uhm, I slapped Rylee outside and I feel so bad, I shouldn’t have hit her and I did and now I feel like I have lost control, because hitting your child is a no, I feel so bad. But she pushed me, like she does, and she said I am sure you had a slut era and I just slapped her, that was it but I feel so bad Chris” I feel awful “damn, this ain’t no white home to be saying that to your mom” Herb said “you was right in it, don’t feel bad. Like she shouldn’t bring up your past and she is, she is seeing what you done and bringing it up. It’s the public eye, so personally. Not to intrude in y’all business, you did what any black parent would do, no we don’t play that way. Just you are a good mother and you do hold back but yeah, sorry” smiling at Herb “that means a lot to me” I feel bad about it “don’t apologise to her, she will then think she can just do it again. Erm, don’t even speak to her, she will have to speak to me. I will deal with her. Erm, if you apologise twin, then she will laugh. She is at that stage where she is being adolescent, erm. I think she needs to realise, like your said before, we ain’t that. Just because Kim allows something, we don’t. So don’t apologise, don’t speak to her because that alone will bug her, you know she adores you. She makes time to press your buttons too. You feel bad and I respect that but yeah, I think it was coming too” Chris laughed “thanks boys, she had everything but yet is angry at life” shaking my head “you mean spoilt? First born and all that, she is feeling herself. Walking Paris, she is on top. Knock it” I laughed, Herb is funny “you are one of the best uncles she got” I said smiling, Herb cooed out.

Locking my phone, Amerie text me and said the kids are all in the rooms, the boys are asleep so that means peace for me. Rylee hasn’t kicked off or Amerie would say, looking up at Chris stood on the couch just listening to music. I did think Chris would ask if his mom can stay but that’s kind of ended, we don’t have anyone stay at the house anymore since the girls have turned teenagers, even if we have a big house, my home is busy and I feel like family never leave so we ended that, my family go to one of the many properties I own now, I am getting into the property ladder and they stay there but in our home we don’t do that anymore, it makes us have a peaceful home. People can come and visit but they leave. I always assumed Mel would have always stayed but she didn’t, since her and Chris don’t really get on, Herb and Mel after he found out what happened they don’t speak exactly. So Mel is still on her whore era, which I feel for her. I gasped and then looked up, Chris touched my head “come” he waved me up, shaking my head. Chris rolled his eyes, he grabbed my arm and yanked at me. Standing up and pulling my dress down, he helped me up so I am stood with him “cheer up, I am so happy to see you” he wrapped his arms around me and of course placed his hands on my ass “same, I am glad you’re home. Raihan kept your side warm” Chris laughed “you always got to have someone keeping my side warm” nodding my head, he pressed a kiss to my forehead “love you” I am happy he is back.

[goldrockyroad]

now that the season is over here are chuang2021 moments i cannot believe are real, a list that only gets longer and in no particular order: 

- that entire bit of them choosing their dorm rooms, including but not limited to:

lin mo copping his double room only to lose it + his mental breakdown after that

almost 20 of them fighting to have hiroto stay in their room

nine and patrick's 'we break up' (only for patrick to move in after 1st round of eliminations) 

ak: ‘does rikimaru snore?’ santa: ‘yeah, very loudly’ ak: ‘oh NOOOO i’m scREWED’ 

- hanfu shop owner liu yu

- han meijuan training base: 

yu gengyin’s ‘i am a proud fishie swimming into your heart’ 

also yu gengyin: ‘i’m a little scared that the debut lineup will end up being 11 han meijuans’ 

zhang xinyao dropping it low. that’s it. 

han peiquan: ‘look at that santa, he can dance so well but can he do this? he can play the drums but ask him to come here, can he do it? no way’ 

the entire “just go where you want” performance including their intro + mentors comments + xie xingyang’s slogans

but even more so “just go where you want” 2.0 LIVE AT THE FINALS 

- the mentors dancing along to ‘vote for me xoxo’ during “just go where you want” 2.0 before carrying and promptly drOPPING zhou shen onto the floor before the rest of them pretend like nothing happened in time for the ending pose 

- “when i’m with you”, “unbreakable love”, “just go where you want” > the actual theme song all day every day 

- don't be shy @/tencent , give me all the clips of gan wangxing singing jing long's “lost you” (diu le ni) + more of the both of them dancing to crab dance backstage

- zhou shen, to shao mingming on the verge of having a meltdown over mean comments about him as practice for “i don’t care” stage: ‘do you want to hear the next comment?’ shao mingming, as the others start laughing: ‘plEASE NO’ zhou shen, reading the comment anyway: ‘he only knows how to cry’ cue maniac laughter from all of them 

- just hanjiang, really 

zhang xinyao, on “feng ding” stage: ‘it was so good. also i wanna add hanjiang you look like huluwa’

to wu yuheng after “i don’t care” team’s performance: ‘there’s only one word to describe you - handsome. first time i saw you i went, woah, handsome. saw you on stage performing - woah, handsome. seriously, handsome’ 

xue bayi, backstage: ‘i think he’s said that to me too’ 

when called up at 2nd eliminations: ‘what’s manga-like man?’ another trainee: ‘ means you look like you came out of a manga’ zhou zhennan: ‘yeah it’s like fei yang yang came out of the page into real life’ 

domineering ceo with all of them either screaming or looking mildly uncomfortable 

literally scREAMING to get people to join “zui kuen” team 

more importantly hanjiang’s dad imitating him scream to get people to join “zui kuen” team to a dAMN T 

- patrick: ‘hello everyone i am your ocean prince patrick!’ wu hai: ‘and i am the ocean’ [for non-chinese speaking fans of chuang, the hai 海 in wu hai means ocean] + the continuation of this on wu hai’s dorm diary

- “unbreakable love” 2.0 !!!! put it on spotify right now !!!!!

- da-geTM bo yuan 

fu sichao, on bo yuan getting 9th for 2nd eliminations: ‘that feeling when your own old man (laughs for a bit) when your old man gets a really good grade, it’s indescribable happiness’

amu: ‘bo yuan’s like my grandpa, and he might as well be’  

eisho’s ‘bo yuan gege’ 

hiroto getting other trainees to call him da-ge on dorm diary but having bo yuan as his da-ge 

or alternatively, yuan-shu [uncle yuan], as seen after using the term fanersai（凡尔赛）[literally means versailles, a slang that means the same thing as flexing / humblebragging in english] 

- gan wangxing unintentional comedian

han peiquan, on his first impressions of gan wangxing: ‘he’s such so good-looking, and then he opens his mouth (disbelievingly rolls his eyes) i almost died right there’ 

on being 11th for 2nd eliminations: ‘in the past, my life plan was that after graduating from university, i’d find a stable job and live a nine-to-five life. and i used to fantasize that in my future i’d be able to find a wife early, drive a car to bring her travelling, we can listen to some music and lift our heads to see the stars’ 

other trainees: laughing and going ‘oOHHHH’, notably including xie xingyang: ‘he’s still fantasizing!’ 

also other trainees, after seeing the video his family sent to cheer him on: ‘where’s the wife? where’s the wife!’ 

also ‘hello, look at me’ coming up everytime he shows up

case in point - the mentors erupting into laughter when gan wangxing steps forward to do his evaluation, notably zhou zhennan: ‘kill me with it!’ [i’m not sure how to translate what he actually said in a better way than that], nene following up by simply going ‘hello’, zhou zhennan immediately picking it up while still laughing: ‘look at me’

holding the umbrella for nene at the end of “it’s raining and i’m thinking of you” stage just for all the trainees backstage to go ‘why’s it you!’ 

Very Passionately telling gong jun what jing long taught him on singing

- ‘andy lau has come to visit our zoo!’ 

- wu yuheng’s quest for chilli sauce in his dorm diary:

wu yuheng and fu sichao terrorising a staff member for chilli sauce until the staff goes to wu yuheng ‘if you wake him (fu sichao) up every morning i’ll make sure you get your chilli sauce’ to which fu sichao says to wu yuheng ‘you know what chilli sauce isn’t that great let’s go’ 

wu yuheng straight up drinking zhou keyu’s chilli sauce because i could never 

- liu yu confessing to lin mo as a dare from shao mingming but lin mo’s in the toilet so liu yu has to awkwardly do it standing outside the cubicle door while shao mingming and xue bayi eat the drama up 

- oscar’s reaction to people finding out his real name + the entire ‘xiong xiong’ saga 

- lelush with a pearl earring 

- rikimaru moments that deserve a segment of their own 

having the first comment on his first solo performance be ‘drop your skincare routine’ [essentially] because the mentors didn’t have anything to critique on his performance 

at the start of his speech at 3rd eliminations, when it was clearly evening: ‘good morning’ 

getting very sad over the fact that yumeri didn't send him a video to cheer him on + being jealous every time someone's sister showing up in the videos

- speaking of sisters, the guys simping over amu's sisters + amu, asking the mentors when trainees had the chance to dedicate a few words to each other during the final livestream: 'can my sisters come next year?'

- santa, on preparation for nana party stage: ‘she (mao xiaotong) learnt the choreography really fast, and even if she made mistakes she’ll be like *makes cute expressions* so even when she did i’d be like “it’s ok! no problem!” she’s so cute’ the staff interviewing him: ‘is this the santa we know?’ 

- “the adventure” team making fun of their female guest before finding out said female guest was meng meiqi aka goddess incarnate AND had been watching them make fun of her through the cameras 

- lin mo’s bat song

- xie xingyang discreetly stealing food from the staff on their movie night that was originally supposed to only be for those who used their beans before a whole group of them [led by jing long, consisting of xie xingyang, wei ziyue, hu yetao and others] just go and outright take it with nine hugging the staff member to let them take the food that entire bts video is a mess and you know what? that’s what i’m here for

- zhou zhennan’s constant ‘wtf’ face 

- that chuang x GQ beach video 

- gong jun’s entire time on chuang, but especially the moments with zhou shen. felt like a fever dream tbh 

[hangovercurse]

The Things We Can’t Tell Pete about ix

Pete finds out about you and Colson

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Cursing, slut-shaming, sibling fighting

A/N: It’s done! Thank you all for reading this far, hope it’s lived up to expectations.

A/N 2: This is modeled after the (many) fights I’ve had with my siblings 😊

Word Count: 2277

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“Just promise me that we tell him soon, okay?”

2 months later

Things had been going steadily with Colson since that first night he spent in your apartment. You’d honestly never felt happier in a relationship, except for the nagging fact that you still hadn’t told Pete. Every time Colson would ask about it, you’d feed him the same line, “I’m just not ready to handle that yet.”

You could tell he was tired of the sneaking around and the same old excuse, but you truthfully weren’t sure what the outcome would be. If Pete was going to be mad at you, you might as well enjoy what you had until then.

And were you enjoying it. You and Colson both had to admit that sneaking around everyone was thrilling. A few weeks into your relationship, he’d brought you on set of one of his music videos to “show you the process.” The process, it turns out, was hooking up in a side room while the crew was on lunch break.

You knew it would be so much better if you could be honest about your relationship. If you could go out on dates publicly or post the cute pictures you take of him on your Instagram, or literally anything a normal couple could do. But for now, you were happy.

Last night, Colson had come over with takeout and a bottle of champagne, setting up a picnic on the floor of your living room. You talked and kissed while different movies played in the background, the bubbly starting to get to your head. You almost let three very important words slip out, but somewhere deep in your brain, common sense still lingered.

You knew you loved him, but you didn’t want to pressure him into saying anything he wasn’t ready for. You wanted him to take the first step. So, you didn’t say anything. Instead, you let the night carry into morning, waking up to a loud knock on your door.

There was no part of you that was about to get up and open the door, so you just snuggled further into Colson and closed your eyes. But then, the lock clicked and the handle squeaked through the small apartment.

Your entire body was immediately on high alert, shaking Colson to wake him up. His tired eyes opened, finding you and shifting to immediate confusion. He opened his mouth to say something before he was interrupted by the voice of the intruder,

“Hey Y/N, mom wanted me to pick up the-“ The door of your bedroom opened, revealing a stunned Pete. His eyes shifted from you to Colson, and then back to you. He let out a scoff, shaking his head and leaving the room.

You sighed, jumping out of bed and throwing on the closest shirt, that just so happened to belong to Colson. “Pete!” You ran out of the room, grabbing onto his arm and stopping him from leaving, “please jus-“

“You are the most manipulative bitch I have ever met, and I’ve met a lot.” His voice was dark, furious. Your mind was running a mile a minute to figure out how to explain everything. “I asked you for one simple thing, and you can’t even fucking do that?”

Tears began to flood behind your eyes, panic taking over your body. You were already on edge from the earlier fear of someone being in your house, and you were incredibly tired. So combined with Pete yelling at you, even if you did deserve it, it was enough to send you into a spiral of negative thoughts and anger. “If you would act fucking rational when I tried to talk to you about it, maybe you would know that it wasn’t so simple!”

Pete chuckled, “right, sorry. I forgot that you’re a slut who can’t keep her fucking legs closed.”

His words hit you like a thousand punches, so much so that you physically took a step backwards. He took no notice, continuing to pour all his anger out on you. “And you’re a fucking liar. How long have you been whoring around with him? Because if I were to guess, it’d be a couple months by now, right?”

Colson, who was standing by the door to your room, not quite sure what to do with himself, spoke up, “Pete, st-“

“How many of my other friends have you been fucking?” Pete ignored his friend, eyes still seeing red and focusing on you. “I mean, seriously, what is this? Did I do something wrong? Did you want to hurt me? Is this you getting back at me for something, by fucking around with my friends?”

Tears were falling freely from your eyes, embarrassment and hurt coursing through your veins. “You always make everything about you, Pete. You never fucking consider anyone else except your goddamn self.”

You shoved his chest harshly, turning and walking towards your bedroom. You pushed past Colson, who tried to comfort you, slamming the door behind you. You sat on the bed and let everything weigh down on you, Pete’s words ringing in your ears. Part of you was angry with him, telling you that he was in the wrong. But another part of you was angry at yourself for not being a good sister.

Outside the door, Pete had turned his anger towards Colson. “Get out.” Your boyfriend had tried to talk reason with Pete, but your brother was having none of it. “You are not my fucking friend, okay? Not anymore.”

“Pete, you’re being ridiculous, ju-“

“I’m not being fucking ridiculous!” Pete yelled, “that’s my fucking sister. You could fuck anyone else in the goddamn world and you chose to fuck my little sister? That’s fucked, dude.”

Colson was overcome by the urge to defend your relationship, “I fucking love her, Pete. Okay? Goddamn.” For the first time since Pete walked out of your room, he was quiet. “Do you think I would risk my entire relationship with you for some fuck? Do you think she would?”

He didn’t wait for a response, instead turning and walking into your room. The sight of you curled up, knees to your chest, made Colson’s heart break. He climbed on the bed behind you, back to the headboard, and pulled you into his lap. He could feel your body shake with every sob, so he just held you tightly in his arms.

When he could feel you physically start to calm down, he whispered gently, “I love you.”

You’d always hoped whenever you heard those words from him, you’d feel relieved, knowing your relationship was as real to him as it was to you. But right now you were only filled with dread. You didn’t want him to love you, because it made everything seem so much worse. How had you let it get this far?

Before you could respond, Colson continued, “I love you, but I can’t stay with you.” You leaned further into his chest, staring blankly ahead of you. “I want you to be happy, and you won’t be if you lose Pete.”

Your lip quivered as you whispered out, “I love you too.”

Colson sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, before moving to climb out of the bed. Tears blurred your vision as you watched him walk out of the room. Him leaving only made you fall even more in love with him, which hurt like a bitch.

When Colson came into view of Pete, the younger man studied him, but not in anger. “Did you really mean that?”

Colson sighed, “that I love her? Yeah, I do.” Pete was sat on the couch, rubbing his hands over his face to try and calm himself down. “But I’m not about to let you ruin your relationship with her over me. So, if you want me gone, I’m gone.”

Pete was silent for a few moments, and Colson could feel his own heartbeat slowing down, the thought of losing you for good finally hitting him. “How long?”

The older man sat on the other side of the couch, elbows on his knees, “It’s complicated. I asked her out the day after we met but then I broke it off like a week later when you guys got in that fight about it.” Pete nodded to confirm he remembered, “then we tried the whole “friends” thing for like a month, but it obviously didn’t work. Then two months later, here we are.”

Pete was staring blankly at the black TV screen in front of him, absorbing the blonde’s words. “Why didn’t you guys just tell me?” Pete’s voice was weak, guilt and regret slowly sinking into his system.

Colson hung his head, “because she wanted to put this off as long as possible, I think. I tried to get her to talk to you about it but she wasn’t ready. I don’t think I was either, truthfully. I figured once you knew, if it were as bad as she thought it would be, I would lose her.”

“You would really leave if it meant keeping her and me from fighting?” Colson could feel his heart stop at Pete’s words, the expected heartbreak on the horizon.

“If it meant she was happy, yeah.”

Pete rested his head in his hands, sighing deeply, “I’m an asshole.”

This took Colson by surprise, as it was not the response he was expecting. He thought he’d be thrown out immediately. ���What do you mean?”

“We have this rule that we don’t fuck each other’s friends because then someone gets hurt and one of us would probably lose a friend. So, I flipped out when she brought it up because I really didn’t want to be put in that situation.” Pete paused, looking up to his friend, “But obviously you’re serious about her and you make her happy.”

Colson replied sincerely, “you know I’m never gonna hurt her, right?”

“I’ll kill you if you do, best friend or not.”

“That’s fair.”

The two men sat in silence for a while before they broke out into laughter, Pete reaching over to shove Colson’s shoulder, “I’m sorry for being a dick.”

Colson nodded, laughing it off, “I’m not the one you need to apologize to.”

Pete knocked on your door lightly, not waiting for a response before slowly walking in. You hadn’t moved since Colson left; your eyes still blankly focused on the wall in front of you. He sat down beside you and pulled you into his side, head resting on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean any of that,” his voice was hushed but sincere. “I was hurt and confused and I said things in the moment that I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

You shrugged, “you don’t have to apologize. I deserved it.” When you spoke, your voice was flat, void of all emotion. Just how you felt.

Pete sighed, “no, you didn’t. You tried to talk to me about it months ago and I blew up on you. I can’t blame you for not telling me.”

“It’s fine Pete, it’s over anyways.” You wanted to scream at yourself for falling too easily and at him for making assumptions, but you couldn’t find the strength. “It was more than just sex though, Pete.”

“I know, I was being an asshole.” He squeezed you closer into his side, “I should’ve realized you wouldn’t hook up with one of my friends unless it was serious.”

You whispered, “I didn’t mean for it to get this far.” Your voice was strained, “I wanted to tell you but I knew when you found out that you’d get mad and then something like this would happen. But I really fucking liked him, I just wanted to hold onto it while I could.”

“I was mad. Dude, I was pissed when I walked in.” Pete could feel you tense up at his words, “but you’re my sister and he’s my best friend. I just want you guys to be happy. And I might not like it, but he makes you happy.”

You sighed in relief, “you know I would never try to hurt you, right? Like I didn’t do this to make you mad or put you in a weird spot. It just kind of happened.”

Pete chuckled, “yeah, I know. And I’m sorry for saying all that shit. I was mad, you know how I get.”

You rolled your eyes, “you mean I know that you’re crazy? Yes, I am very aware.”

He shoved your shoulder lightly, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence for a moment before he broke it. “If you two make me third wheel, I swear I’ll kill you both.”

“Have you two met yourselves? I feel like I’m third wheeling you guys when we all hang out,” you giggled, climbing out of the bed. “I think you owe me sushi now.”

Pete gave you a very confused expression, “you snuck around with my best friend behind my back. If anything, you ow me sushi.”

“You called me a slut and a bitch. And you embarrassed me in front of my boyfriend.” You said matter-of-factly, a small smile on your face to let Pete know you’d already started to get over it.

He rolled his eyes, getting up and moving to the living room, “that just makes us even.”

“I’m suing you for emotional damages.” You joked as you followed him, sitting on the couch next to Colson, leaning into him, “the court has determined you owe me sushi.”

Colson looked between you both, confused, “so, you two are good now?” Pete and you nodded, smiling. “Siblings are fuckin’ weird, man.”

Tag list @corpse-babe @sesamepancakes

[putseraphinaonthaphone]

Shy | Pseudoincest & Somnophilia

tw// pseudo incest, dubcon, creampies, pregnancy risk, possessive behavior, praise kink/degradation kink, size kink, jealous baby sis reader

Slumber Party

She cute, kawaii, hentai boobies, that excites me I think she really likes me, asked politely, can I-

I'm shy, I'm so shy...

Bakugou

"fucking knew it, little slut" he could hold his weed- but his heated whispered words were a little stretched out thanks to the four blunts clouding his brain

and he would blame those four blunts and you fucked flashing him your panties for what he did to you

yeah he fucked around, and yeah he knew you would be mad when you found out, but he didn't expect the immediate look of jealousy on your face

and he didn't expect it to make him so hard

because he's not fucking blind, ever since your parents married he noticed how fuckable your ass and tits were, and he learned how nice of a person you were on top of that since he had to behave now that you were his step sister

so knowing his sweet little step sister wants him just as much as he wants you makes him bold

sucking on your clit through your panties while you moan sleepily, enjoying how drenched you get for him

when you mumble his name in your sleep he has to fuck you, you're practically asking for him

and since you were asleep he didn't have to think about how to navigate the fact that he wanted to spend the rest of his days between your legs giving you babies and a white picket fence, the works

all he had to worry about was making sure no matter how hard he fucked you you thought you were just dreaming

but thankfully you only moaned and tossed your head from side to side as he pushed you into a mating press, your pliant body manhandled easily in his big hands

and fuck if your pussy didn't suck him in and take every inch, even if you did wince faintly every time he abused your cervix

there was no question where he was going to cum, you did this to him- so you would take his load

if you happened to get pregnant, which was a possibility because he didn't know what contraceptives you used if any, then maybe he could help you out and let you stay with him

his hips slapped into your ass faster, the dark pleasure of imagining you crying to him that you were pregnant and didn't know how making his cock twitch in your warm wet pussy- eager to make it happen

because even if you did find out... he didn't care

his load was so heavy and copious it leaked down your thighs as he rode you through his orgasm, but when he caught his breath (he swore he'd never cum that hard in his life) he dutifully used the head of his softening cock to push all the cum back into your pussy, deep and safe tucked right up against the entrance to your womb

right where it belonged

Tamaki

he taught you how to hit your first blunt, and now look at you, snoring against his chest after only four blunts

okay ya mans is a stoner stoner, cause it takes a fuck ton of weed to get him to relax

so even though he's a lot more relaxed than when y'all started he's still wound up from the accidental peep show he got

finding you wet makes him think back to your conversation, when you asked about him having a girlfriend. it was true, being a stoner did make him more inclined to not argue with the women who had a thing for nerdy shy stoners and smoked him out before swallowing him down or riding him into the sunset

you looked so cute, scrunching your nose up in jealousy and changing the subject like that would distract him from the way you pouted the rest of the evening

"are you wet for me little sis?" he whispered as his elegant fingers ghosted over your clit, and you were not helping his self control when you snuggled into the pillow and mumbling "Tama," before you settled again

the first taste of your pussy on your tongue made him snap, and honestly it wouldn't have mattered if you woke up at that exact moment

he was going to have his fill of you

he ate you out for hours, literally, you woke up just as your third orgasm made your sensitive clit throb and your whole body tremble

"T-tamaki?"

the only reply you got was a groan and your step brother's pupils were blown wide until his indigo eyes were nearly black

obviously he was too busy making you squeal and thrash by sucking on your overstimulated clit, and when you tried to push his head away all he did was trap both your wrists in one of his larger hands and continue

it's only when he's pushing his cock into your messy cunt that he kisses your throat and murmurs into your skin, "you shouldn't have shown me your pussy if this wasn't you wanted lil sis,"

"I-I do want it," you whined as he stretched you out deeply, deeper than any of your previous boyfriends

you fall asleep for the second time with your step brothers cock and cum still inside you

Shinsou

it was his weed in the fourth blunt that knocked you out, cause.. insomnia

so he was confident in his movements as he dragged your panties down your legs and tossed your thighs over his shoulders to devour your obviously needy pussy

you moaned his name and he groaned in response, fucking you open on his tongue and pushing your shirt up so he could grope your tits

which

wow, perfectly fat and overflowing the grip of his large hand because they were that big

you whine when he squeezed your tit, and when he pinched your nipple you whimpered

so he's able to create quite a symphony when he also gets one thumb on your clit while his cock is in you

you're moaning like a whore when he gets you in a mating press but your twitching limbs don't offer any resistance as he pulls and pushes you in place

there's drool falling onto your tits since your mouth opened when he hit your cervix, and when you sluggishly suck on the fingers he shoves in your mouth he blows his load as deep inside you as he can reach

Dabi

he knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled out his favorite strain of weed to mix with yours for your session, and he pretends to be sheepish when he tells you about his many 'acquaintances'

the way you pout jealously just makes his cock throb in anticipation, and with every blunt your eyes droop a little more and you start complaining about all your fake ass friends and the fuck boy boyfriends you've had while leaning deeper and deeper into him

until you're fast asleep on his chest, and not stirring in the slightest when he pulls your sweats off and lets out a dark chuckle at the wet spot prominently over your needy pussy on your panties

those are quick to be gotten rid of as well, and when he flips you over so he can fuck you by holding up your hips while you just make small sleepy noises, nuzzling the sheets

he doesn't lower his voice when he groans at your tightness as he pushes his pierced dick into your soaking wet pussy

"you're fucking tight baby sis, when's the last time that ex of yours dicked you down?" he knows you can't answer but it makes him harder to say it while he's fucking into you, not stopping until you let out a little whimper and his balls slap against your clit

that rhythmic slap makes him think of spanking you, so he does, not caring that you whine every time his hand comes down heavily on the fat curves of your ass

"you're a fucking slut sis, and this is how sluts get fucked" he grunts as he gets close, the thought of leaving his cum in you to wake up to spurring him to fuck you faster, harder, deeper

"can't wait to hear you ask why my jizz is in your pussy, might have to fuck you right then and there, again. show you, hng- fuck, how I put it there"

"dabi.." you whimper and even though he can see your eyes are still closed the thought that you on some level know its him and want this?

he's blowing his load in you and fucking it deep, letting it leak down your thighs and coat his balls because it feels like he has never cum this much in his life

it makes him happy to see the puddle of cum forming under your ass when he pulls out, and he pushes his cum covered cock into your mouth letting you get him hard with your subconscious sucking while you clean him off

he repeats the actions with his balls, taking a video of your sleeping face taking his heavy sac in your mouth while his hardening shaft sits on your forehead

when he's all clean, and you're tucked in with the messy present he left you, he kisses your forehead and turns off the music and lights so you can sleep murmuring almost fondly "see you in the morning sis"

Shouto

you're wet for him, and that simple fact is making it all too easy to explain away the dubious morality of his actions

since you smoked so much he knew you were out for the night no matter what he did to you

the possibilities that entailed made him feel more intoxicated than the weed in his system did. he tugged your panties off and spread your lush thighs, and the soft sigh of his name from your lips made your pussy taste even sweeter on his tongue

every finger he added in stretching you out made you moan and sigh and god he was so fucking hard wondering what you'd sound like with his cock in you

turns out you sounded even better than he could have imagined, and your pussy gripped him so perfectly he never wanted to pull out

he tried to fuck you slow, make it last, be gentle with you, but you were restless beneath him, whimpering needily, and it was like you were made for him

because when he lost his patience and slammed into you with more force than he intended you moaned. loudly, his name- sounding like he had finally given you everything you ever wanted

so he pounded you into the mattress, trying not to cum to soon even though you were sucking him in and milking him like all you wanted was his cum in your pussy

his cock twitched at the thought of just leaving his cum in you. he didn't know if you were on the pill or anything, and how little he cared if you weren't should have scared him. instead he fucked into you deeper, and decided he felt like gambling

[heyyyharry]

Deep End - Chapter 4: Royal Ball

…in which Ezi causes trouble at the Styles' manor.

Word count: 6.1k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES, ASSAULT.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. I need feedback to feel motivated. Also, what do you expect to happen in the next chapter?

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When Harry came to the guest room this morning and couldn’t find Ezi, he had hoped that something had happened overnight, and she’d magically returned to where she’d come from, and he, at last, could have his old life back. But no. He was immensely disappointed to find her sitting cross-legged on the edge of his pool, just staring blankly at the water like she was in a sad music video. What did he expect? It wasn’t like she could grow some wings to fly all the way home.

“Good morning!”

Ezi flinched at the sound of his voice. She pulled her feet out of the water and frantically stood up as Harry approached.

He held out his hand to ask her to stay. “It’s okay. You can use the pool. I rarely go swimming anyway.”

Ezi’s brows furrowed slightly as she tucked a strand behind her ear and stared anxiously at the blue water. “How can you swim in this pond? It smells funny.”

“It’s not a pond. It’s a swimming pool. There’s chemicals in it; that’s why it smells like that.”

Ezi cocked her head, seemingly confused. “Why you gotta make your own pond and put chemicals in it? Why do humans have to make their own versions of everything that’s already available in nature?”

“It’s cleaner and safer to swim in pools,” Harry pointed out.

Ezi couldn’t look more offended by his remark. “The ocean was clean before you trashed it with your chemicals.”

“I didn’t trash the ocean,” Harry corrected, pointing to his chest. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not responsible for environmental pollution?”

Ezi folded her arms and glared at him. “Why are you afraid of the ocean?”

“You’re literally a killing machine.”

“You people make machines that shoot fire and blow up each other’s ships, and yet we’re the killing machines.”

“Well, the ocean is scary anyway. It’s deep and dark.”

“It’s literally water,” argued Ezi. “Water is the driving force of all nature, and you’re afraid of it.”

“Forget it.�� Harry exhaled as he tossed his hands in the air. “I can never win an argument with you.”

“Good,” Ezi said with a slight shrug.

“Anyway.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Come inside for breakfast. I have something to discuss with you while you eat.”

“Your maid brought you something this morning,” Ezi said when Harry was about to walk away.

Slowly, he turned back to face her with his eyebrows raised. “Who?”

“Your maid,” she said with a straight face. “The girl with green hair. I think she brought you some clothes and put them in the room next to mine.”

“That’s Amy, my assistant!” cried Harry as he gripped his own hair. “You two didn’t have a conversation, right? Please tell me you didn’t call her a maid to her face!”

Ezi looked rather amused when she saw how distressed Harry was. How could she be smiling? He wouldn’t be the only one who’d be in trouble if her identity was revealed. Fuck that. What if the government found out that he was keeping her here and locked him up, too? Was it a crime to keep a mythical creature in your house? Could he be executed for that?

“No,” Ezi calmly said while Harry could feel the blood draining from his face. “She just brought you some clothes and left. Though I could barely see her face, she didn’t seem very friendly.”

Harry pressed a palm to his chest, feeling his heart thundering as he let out a sigh of half-formed relief. Once he’d regained his composure, he told Ezi, “Amy is friendly to everyone. Maybe it’s just you.”

Ezi didn’t look at all bothered by that. She shrugged. “I’m not here to make friends. I don’t care if Amy likes me.”

Harry found it funny that one moment she could look and talk like a human girl with human feelings, and the next she acted as cold as the ocean she’d come from. But she was right. They weren’t friends, and there was no reason for them to be more than just civilised to one another.

“You sure you didn’t talk to Amy?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Good,” Harry nodded. “Come inside. The food’s getting cold.”

It seemed like Ezi got hungry very quickly. She finished the hard scrambled eggs Harry had made for her and even asked him for more. Harry didn’t mind feeding her. It was better to keep her full. After all, she had shown him her predator side, and he’d prefer to never see it again.

“So what’s something you want to tell me?” she asked with her mouth full while stuffing it more with another big bite.

Chilli was sitting at Ezi’s feet, staring up at her as a way of asking for a taste, but Ezi just ignored the cat and continued to enjoy her breakfast.

Harry knitted his hands on the table and straightened his back as he began, “Well, I actually wanted to ask you for a favour.”

Ezi stopped chewing immediately. She swallowed hard, her face contorted. “I’m not doing you a favour.”

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“But I already know that I don’t want to do it.”

“Of course you want to do it.”

“No, I don’t!”

Harry sucked in a breath and held up a finger to stop her from interrupting him again. “I promise you’ll like this. Just hear me out.”

Ezi folded her arms in front of her chest and pouted like an angry little girl as she sank into her chair.

Harry’s lips curled into a smile. “You like those Disney movies, right?”

Ezi nodded, and Harry watched in content as the line between her brows eased.

“Good. So what if I tell you that you can be a Disney princess for one night.”

“What do you mean?” Ezi frowned again as she sat up straight. “Are you messing with me?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I’m being dead serious. I’ll take you to a ball.”

“A ball?”

“Yeah. I’m invited to a royal ball that’s held in a real ballroom, like the one in Beauty and the Beast.”

He would’ve said Cinderella, but she hadn’t watched it yet. It would’ve been a better reference. Still, Ezi’s eyes lit up when she heard about the ball. “Like...in a castle?”

“Y-Yeah.” Harry worked up a bright smile as he nodded fast. “A castle.” To be fair, his mother’s manor was as huge as a castle. It was twice the size of his house, so that’d be more than enough to convince the naive siren.

“Do I get to wear a pretty dress?”

“Yeah. Who do you think the clothes Amy brought here are for?”

The realisation washed over Ezi’s face, and her mouth fell open in shock as she slammed her hands on the table, rattling the silverware and startling Chilli. “You’re not messing with me?”

“No.”

She bit her lip and arched an eyebrow. “What’s the favour then?”

“That’s the favour -- You going to the ball with me,” Harry said. “It’s tomorrow night.”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Nothing, to be honest,” Harry said with a weak shrug. “Maybe getting back in my mother’s good graces. She’s hosting the ball, and so many people are invited.”

“Is she the Queen?”

“No, but she thinks she is.”

“So she’s like my sister Koa.”

Harry chuckled at how serious Ezi looked when she said that. “Well, maybe not as bad as your sister. My mother loves me.”

Ezi pursed her lips as she focused on fidgeting with the fork in her hand. Harry leaned forward on the table. “So?” he asked. “Can you help me?”

Ezi blew out her cheeks as she locked eyes with him again. “Fine,” she said. “Not because I want to help you, though. I just want to go to a ball.”

“Good enough for me.” Harry smiled.

While Ezi continued eating, Harry gave her a few rules that she would have to follow when they arrived at his family’s event. He could not risk having her interact with anyone without his supervision. He’d nearly had a heart attack when he heard that she’d met his assistant when he wasn’t there. He was sure that Amy had only assumed Ezi was another girl Harry regularly hooked up with. Money didn’t really matter to him, so he usually spoiled his friends and the girls he fucked. However, he couldn’t risk having anyone find out that Ezi was actually living here.

When Ezi finished eating, Harry went upstairs to get the bath ready. He’d have to figure out a way to give Ezi a bath without having to touch her. How would she feel about hot water, though? His cat Chilli always left at least one or two scratches on his legs and his shirt whenever he tried to give her a bath. He could imagine Ezi doing the same.

“Hey.”

Harry whipped his head to the bathroom door and found Ezi standing there in his joggers and Mickey Mouse t-shirt that flowed down to her thighs. He must admit that she looked cute when she wasn’t frowning or roasting him. If only she’d lost her voice like Ariel did in the movie.

“Stop staring at me, human!”

Exactly his point.

Sighing, Harry got up from the edge of the bathtub. “We’ll let the water run,” he told her. “In the meantime, I’ll show you your new clothes.”

Ezi said nothing and followed him down the hall to his walk-in closet. It was actually a room with big windows, a shiny tiled floor, and white-cushioned sofas. Harry took a deep breath of the comforting perfumed air only to see Ezi covering her mouth and nose with her palm.

“It smells weird in here,” she complained.

“Just like living with my mum,” Harry whispered to himself. To her, he said, “Speaking of smells.”

Ezi looked horrified as Harry leaned in and started sniffing her.

“Why don’t you smell?” he asked, stepping back.

Her eyes went wide. “Am I supposed to?”

“Well, yeah.” He nodded. “You literally came from the ocean. No offence but...you’re supposed to smell fishy.”

“Do humans say no offence before they offend you?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Or maybe I’m just blunt because I’m British. Anyway,” Harry sucked in a breath, “it’s weird that you don’t smell. You don’t have a smell at all. When you first came on land, I could still smell a bit of the ocean on you, but now you don’t smell, and you haven’t showered.”

Ezi shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s not like I could ask my mother why her curse didn’t give me a smell.”

“True.” Harry sighed. “Anyway. That’s good. Don’t want no fishy-smelling girl walking around my house.”

“I will scoop out your eyeballs right now.”

“Just kidding.” Harry chuckled. “But please don’t do that.”

“I’ll try.” Ezi put her hands on her hips and swept her eyes around the room. “Why do you have so many clothes?”

“They make me look good. I’m a public figure, so I care about my appearance.”

“Maybe you should focus on fixing what’s inside you and not your appearance.”

“I like you better when you don’t talk,” Harry said, then brushed past her to grab the Chanel shopping bag Amy had left on the white marble counter. He pulled out a sparkling silver slip dress and held it up to show Ezi. “This is for you. It comes with a pair of high heels. I’ll definitely have to teach you to walk in them, but baby steps.”

Ezi took the dress with both hands and was being as careful as possible as if she was afraid she might rip it. Although she didn’t let it show, he could make out the excitement in the way her eyes twinkled. He’d made sure to ask for a dress that looked similar to the one Ariel had worn in The Little Mermaid when she’d come from the ocean.

“Before you try this on,” he said when Ezi lifted her bright blue eyes up to him. “Repeat what I told you earlier.”

Ezi clutched the dress to her chest and glanced up at the ceiling. A line appeared between her brows as she recited Harry’s words, “Do not talk to anyone there unless you ask me to. Never leave your side. If I have questions, ask you in private. Um...what else? Oh! Avoid your mother at all costs.”

Harry nodded. “My mother and Dawson.”

“Who’s Dawson?”

“You’ll know.” With a sigh, Harry thrust his hands into his pockets. “Now, I’ll leave you here to change. I could only guess your measurements, so if it doesn’t fit, we can have it fixed as soon as possible.”

“Measurements?” Ezi looked down at her body, confused.

Harry cleared his throat and waved his hand at her. “Just hurry up and change. Let me know when you’re done.”

“Wait!”

“What?”

With a cute little pout, she asked, “Can you put it on me?”

Harry was shocked for a second when he heard that, but then he remembered that Ezi had never worn a dress before, let alone one with so many...strings.

“Here.” He took the dress from her and tried his best to demonstrate. “So this is the front. This is the back. This string goes over your right shoulder–No, wait, your left. Wait, is it? Hold on. Fuck.”

Ezi breathed out a laugh and covered her mouth with her hands, making Harry glare at her. “Fine,” he huffed. “I’ll help you put it on.”

“Good.”

Before Harry could even say a word, Ezi pulled his oversized t-shirt that she was wearing over her head, and Harry let out the most inhuman scream as he looked away and covered his eyes. She was naked underneath his shirt. Completely naked.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted into his palm when he heard the sound of the shirt falling to the floor.

“What is it?” Ezi asked.

“Oh, God.” Harry shrugged her hand away as she tried to take his.

“Why are you being weird?” She giggled as if she wasn’t standing fully naked in front of him. “You’ve seen me without clothes, and I’ve seen you,” she said.

“Fuck. I know that.” He exhaled. “But…” Harry stopped and took a deep breath. With one hand over his eyes, he calmly told her, “You need lingerie.”

“Ooooh. I learned this word today from a movie,” Ezi said with confidence. “Laundry means–”

“No, not laundry.” Harry sighed. “Lingerie.”

“Huh?”

“Okay, you know what? Put the shirt back on. I’ll return with more clothes for you.”

“More clothes?” Ezi cried with frustration as Harry turned his back to her. He heard her put the shirt on, and she tapped him on the shoulder when she was done. “I hate being humans,” she complained, looking cross. “Clothes are so uncomfortable.”

“I know, right?” Harry chuckled and patted her on the head. He liked seeing her face scrunch up whenever he did that, because he knew that she couldn’t harm him. “Be a good siren and stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“And help me put on clothes?”

He sighed and turned away. “I will.”

“And launderey?”

The question stopped Harry at the door. He pinched his eyes shut and pressed a fist to his forehead. “Yes.” He let go of a defeated long breath. “That, too.”

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Harry managed to find a brand new pair of underwear in his bedroom drawer. It was an embarrassing story, but he’d bought it as a gift for a girl he used to sleep with, then he found out she’d been lying to him about not having a boyfriend when she’d already been engaged. So now he just happened to have a set of new lingerie lying in his drawer.

“I don’t know if this would fit, but I’ll get you new ones tomorrow.” Harry froze in the doorway when he found his closet empty. “Chili, where’s the crazy girl?” he asked his black cat, who didn’t even bother to reply as she kept licking her little paw. Ugh, lucky for her, she was cute.

“Ezi! Where are you?!” Harry shouted as he padded down the hall.

“I’m here!” Ezi shouted back, her voice echoing from the bathroom.

It was only then that Harry remembered he’d left the water running, but when he got there, he found Ezi sitting in the bubble bath with a bright smile on her face; his joggers and Mickey Mouse t-shirt had been discarded on the floor.

He leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed, smiling at her.

“I love this room!” she exclaimed, gathered bubbled in her palms and blew at them.

So, Harry was wrong. She liked warm baths.

“Water was spilling out, so I turned it off and gave myself a bath,” she told him.

“You know how?”

“I saw Ariel take a bath in the movie.”

Her response made him laugh. “Wow, you learn so much from Disney films.”

Ezi folded her arms on the edge of the tub as Harry sat down on it beside her. She glanced up at him, chin on her arm. It would be a lie to say Harry didn’t feel anything watching her covered in soap and naked in his bathtub. The steam made him sweat, dampening his shirt as it stuck to his skin. He wasn’t a sex addict or anything, but he’d been so stressed out lately and hadn’t been able to find a release with his unpaid babysitting job. It wouldn’t be a problem if Ezi’s human form wasn’t so attractive.

“Stop doing that,” Ezi’s voice pulled him back to reality.

He blinked at her. “Doing what?”

“You sometimes stare at me without saying anything.”

He pressed his lips into a smirk. “Aren’t you a clever girl? Just read my mind.”

“Can’t.” She shrugged while unconsciously spreading the bubbles across the edge of the tub. “Even if I could, I wouldn’t want to know what’s going on in that dirty little head of yours?”

The way she’d said it without the intention of making it flirty was so funny to Harry.

“Your head is dirty and little,” he teased.

“No. Yours.”

“Yours.”

“Yours.”

“Your head can literally fit between my palms,” said Harry as he cupped the sides of her heads to demonstrate. For the first time, Ezi burst out laughing and tried to shove him off. He didn’t let go of her, and they kept pushing back and forth until Harry lost his balance and fell headfirst into the tub.

The water splashed all over. When Harry realised what had happened, he found himself kneeling in the water between Ezi’s legs. Frantically, he pushed away, but the tub was so slippery that he landed back down on his butt. Laughter crackled out of Ezi as Harry managed to escape from the sticky situation and grabbed a towel to cover himself with. Most of the water had spilt outside the tub, revealing Ezi’s soapy breasts, which gave Harry an instant boner.

He grabbed another towel and held it up and open as he ordered. “Bathtime’s over. Get out.”

“You’re such an idiot,” Ezi said, still laughing as she stood up and let him wrap the towel around her body.

Harry frowned at her playful grin. “You’re the idiot,” he said, but his face was red. “Rinse yourself. I’ll wait.”

Then he waddled out of the bathroom, quietly cursing himself.

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To not make the same mistake, Harry taught Ezi how to put on underwear by having her put it on over her clothes first, then letting her do it herself when he wasn’t there. She was a fast learner, so it didn’t take long until she’d learned how to put on clothes and tie her shoes. He could now imagine how hard it must be for single parents to raise a kid all by themselves. He was lucky that he didn’t have to work this week and could stay home to take care of Ezi. But starting from next week, he would have to go back to his busy celebrity life, and Ezi living with him would become a bigger problem than he’d expected. He could only hope that her mother would just take her back before the following Monday. It didn’t seem possible, though. He should never have brought her to London.

Anyway, first things first.

He’d have to get through his mother’s event without anyone suspecting a thing, and then he’d try to figure out what he should do next.

This was why he didn’t want kids. At least Ezi had common sense.

“Hey, there will be so many humans tonight at the ball. What if one of them triggers me? I can’t even threaten them?”

Forget what he’d just said.

“No, you’re not allowed to threaten anyone,” he told her from outside her room and blew out his cheeks as he checked his watch. “Hurry up. Our ride is almost here.”

The door was pulled open. Ezi emerged in her sparkling silver dress with her hair in a messy bun and subtle makeup but enough to accentuate her unique features. Harry didn’t know he was gawking until she gave him a playful smack on the cheek to bring him back to Earth. He blinked and caught her big round eyes. The silvery glitter on her eyelids made the blue in her eyes stand out even more. A sudden chill rushed down his spine as he squared his shoulders and fixed his black tie. “Y-You did your hair and makeup?”

Ezi nodded enthusiastically. “The girl in the magic board taught me!”

“You were watching those makeup tutorials?”

Harry swore he had never seen her so happy. She smiled so big that her eyes crinkled at the corners. “Thank you for that board, by the way.”

“It’s an iPad. But you’re welcome.”

Yes, he’d got her an iPad so she could watch YouTube videos and play dumb games and not be all up in his business. He was a single dad now. First to Chilli. Now to Ezi.

“An iPad,” Ezi mumbled to herself. He thought it was cute how her eyebrows would furrow every time she learned a new word and tried to memorise it.

Realising that he was about to simp, Harry shook off those pleasant thoughts about the fish girl and put on a nonchalant expression as he looked down at her white ballerina flats. He’d got her a nice pair of high heels to wear with this dress, but she’d kept falling and broken a vase in the living room, so he’d given up and got her these flats instead. Well, as long as she was comfortable and still looked cute and appropriate.

“Ready?” he asked her.

She took a deep breath; determination lit up her eyes. “Ready.”

“Hold on.” He held her shoulder, took a nice look at her, then let down two strands from her bun, so they nicely framed her face. “Better.” He smiled and pinched her cheek. “You look like someone I would date.”

As expected, Ezi responded to his compliment with a frown and smacked his hand away. “Touch my face again, and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to touch anything again.” Then she shoved past him and hurried down the stairs.

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Ezili felt ashamed.

She had been looking forward to the ball tonight. She’d been so excited that she’d stayed up to watch those...what did Harry call them again? Oh, makeup tutorials. Just to look like those human girls with sparkling eyelids. The mermaids back home would be so impressed, but her mother certainly wouldn’t. She didn’t even want to imagine her mother’s reaction to her look tonight.

Harry had pointed out that human Ezili didn’t have a smell. In an animal kingdom, the signature smell set those animals apart from the other kinds and acted as proof that they were a part of a community, that they belonged. Human Ezili not having a smell was a reminder from her mother that she was not a siren right now, but she was not human either, and so she should finish her mission as soon as possible to return to the sea and be with her kind.

Ezili could not be distracted from her mission anymore. Harry had invited her to the ball, which meant there was no competition for her at this point. She was already making progress being the only female in his radar. Tonight, she hoped the romantic atmosphere of the ball would make him fall in love with her.

With her arm around his, they ascended the red-carpeted stairs of the castle leading to the ballroom. Ezili was amazed by the guests in fancy attires and expensive decorations sparkling silver and gold. The ballroom was impressive, with crystal chandeliers spiralling down from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the glimmering walls and a floor so polished it looked like a frozen winter lake.

Harry said their names to a servant at the door, and he bowed to Harry and Ezili as if they were royalty. Ezili didn’t show it, but she enjoyed being treated like the princess she knew she was.

“Finally, someone showing respect to me,” she mumbled as they followed the other guests inside.

Harry laughed at her remark. “I respect you.”

“You don’t even respect yourself,” she said, glaring at him.

“Can you just not insult me tonight? You’re pretending to be my date.”

“What’s a date?”

“Like...lovers,” Harry said, flicking his eyes around like the prey trying to spot a predator.

She thought she should calm him down, so she squeezed his forearm and said, “Do you wanna dance?”

Harry shook his head. “No, not the time.”

Confused, Ezili’s eyes followed Harry’s worried gaze to the lady in a seaweed coloured dress that fanned out at her feet. She was beautiful, with features resembling Harry's. That must be Harry’s mother -- the host of the ball.

“Remember what I told you,” Harry said, squeezing Ezili’s cold hands. “Do not say a word to my--Mother!”

“Oh, my darling son, you came!”

Harry let go of Ezili to hug his mother. The woman pulled away and turned to Ezili with the same dimpled smile as her son’s. “Ahh, this must be Ezili,” she said, and Ezili shook her hands like how humans did in movies.

“Yes.” Harry cleared his throat as he laced his fingers with Ezili’s. “This is my date -- Ezili Hans.”

His mother smiled at him. “I was afraid you were gonna bring Niall with a wig.”

“Didn’t work the last time,” Harry said. “Never do it again.”

Harry’s mother laughed before turning back to Ezili. “It’s so nice to meet you. You may call me Mrs Styles, or Annalise. What do you think about this event?”

Ezili flicked her helpless gaze to Harry, who quickly spoke on her behalf, “She thinks it’s great. Very s-shiny.” Seeing Annalise’s smile vanished, Harry added, “Sore throat. The doctor says she has to stay silent for a week. Also, do you mind if I show her around and introduce her to the other guests?”

“Wait, but we haven’t--”

“Love you, Mum.”

Harry pecked his mother on the cheek, grabbed Ezili’s hand and pulled her with him. They finally made it outside to the garden’s fountain, where the guests were chatting in groups and sipping on wine. Harry released Ezili’s hand and exhaled through his mouth. “That was scary.”

“That was awful!” She hit him on the arm. “You almost blew our covers.”

“I know. I’m always anxious around my mum,” he said, looking distressed. “When I was little, she could always tell when I was lying.”

“Maybe you’re not a good liar.”

“Not as good as you,” he chuckled, putting his hands on his hips. “You know what? Changing plans. You’re allowed to talk, but just say simple things like ‘hello’, ‘how are you?’, ‘it’s wonderful’, bla bla.”

Ezili nodded. “Got it.”

Harry opened his mouth to say something else but suddenly froze; his eyes went wide. “Shit, that’s Aunt Beatrice.” Ezili looked over her shoulder to see a chubby late laughing with a group of people and being the loudest. “Super annoying,” Harry said. “Everyone in my family hates her.” He turned to Ezili and patted her on the shoulder. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“Let me come with you.”

“Not when I’m talking to Satan. I mean, Aunt Beatrice. Just stay here and don’t talk to anyone.”

“But--”

Harry already left.

Ezili muttered curses at him under her breath. She had no choice but to sit by the fountain and wait for him to return. She saw him approaching the woman he hated with just a happy attitude as he’d had when talking to his mother. Fake. Humans were all pretentious and fake. They disgusted her. All these people.

“Hey, may I sit here?”

Ezili’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she heard the voice. She looked up and went stiff when she locked eyes with a tall handsome man. The black frame of glasses sat nicely on his high nose. His high cheekbones raised as he offered a polite smile. “Sorry. Am I bothering you?”

Ezili was thinking of what to say to him when she saw what was in his hand.

“An iPad!” she exclaimed. “I got one! Harry gave me one yesterday!”

The man looked at the iPad in his hand and chuckled. “Oh yeah, I brought it with me to read because I don’t really like these events.”

Ezili nodded fast. “I don’t, either. I’m so glad I’m not the only one.”

The man smiled again; his dark eyes twinkled with the fairy lights above their heads. “May I sit with you.”

“Sure!” Ezili hurriedly scooted over for the man to sit. Forget Harry. He’d told her never to leave his side then left her here all on her own, so who cared if she talked to one stranger? At least this one didn’t want to be here, either.

“What do you read on your iPad?” she asked him.

“I’d say books to impress you, but I’m actually reading a manga,” he said and chuckled. “Attack on Titan. Have you heard of it?”

Ezili shook her head. “Do they have something like this for The Little Mermaid?”

“I don’t know. But I’m sure they have a manga for everything these days, so you might find one about mermaids, too,” the man said and put the iPad down on his lap. “What’s your name?”

“Ezili...Hans. Ezili Hans,” said Ezili as she offered her hand.

The man shook it with another warm smile. “I’m Dawson Styles.”

It took Ezili a second to recognise that name. “Harry told me not to talk to you,” she mumbled, frowning.

However, Dawson didn’t look bothered by it. “Oh, right, you came here with Harry,” he said. “He gave you an iPad, right?”

“Yeah. He’s my...date.”

“So why are you here all by yourself?”

Ezili crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “He needed to talk to that loud lady over there. He said she was evil.”

Dawson leaned forward to look past her, and when he spotted Harry with his aunt, his mouth curled slightly. “Yup, that lady is scary. We’re all scared of her.”

“You know her?”

“Yeah, she’s my mum.”

Ezili flinched, her eyes shot open. “Oh...sorry.”

Dawson just laughed. “Well, Harry wasn’t wrong. My mother could be scary sometimes.”

“All mothers are,” muttered Ezili, but she wasn’t sure if Dawson had heard her.

“You’re from the States?” he asked.

She blinked. “What?”

“Your accent.”

“Oh. Y-Yeah.”

“How long have you been in London?”

“Just three days.”

“How do you like it?”

“It’s...grey.”

The answer made Dawson cackle. “Yeah, it is.” He lowered his head and adjusted his glasses. “Bet it’s way more sunnier where you’re from.”

Ezili lifted her shoulders. “I don’t like the sun that much either, so it’s all good.”

Dawson nodded. They sat in silence for two seconds, then he said, “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, not knowing what else to respond.

“How did you know Harry?”

Ezili was about to answer when she realised that Harry hadn’t taught her what to answer for this question. He’d probably assumed that they would be together all night, so he wouldn’t have to prepare her to lie about such basic information. Helplessly, she looked back to find Harry, but he wasn’t there anymore. Both he and Dawson’s mother had disappeared.

Ezili jumped to her feet. “Sorry, I have to go. It was nice talking to you, Dawson.” Without paying him a second look, she ran off to look for Harry.

He couldn’t have abandoned her, right? At least not here at his family’s ball. But how could she be so sure? She’d witnessed him being courteous to his enemy. That man could not be trusted.

Why were there so many people?

Where was she?

Ezili was too busy cursing Harry in her head that she hadn’t paid attention to where she was going. Now she found herself standing in an empty hall. She could hear the muffled sound of the ballroom behind her, so she intended to return to it.

“Hey, baby,” said a blond-haired man she ran into at a turn. She tried to sidestep him, but he was in her way. She blocked her nose with a finger and took a step back to keep a distance from him. He smelled funny. Why were his eyes red?

“H-Have you seen Harry?” she asked the man with the buzzcut. “Tall. Curly hair. Walks and talks slowly. Acts like he’s better than you when he’s not.”

“Harry?” The man snorted, his eyelids fluttered as if he might pass out any moment. He put a hand on the wall to keep his balance. “Damn, that motherfucker always lands the hotties.”

Ezili guessed that this man was not in his right mind to tell her where Harry was, so she pushed him aside to go. Suddenly, he caught her by the wrist and yanked her into him. “Hey, where are you going, baby?”

“Let me go!” she screamed and tried to shove him off. It seemed like all of her strength had disappeared with her tail. She felt helpless against this man. He managed to take both her wrists and pinned them above her head and her against the wall.

“Leave Harry,” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and foul-smelling. She felt like she might throw up. “He’s trash anyway. The rat of the family. Can’t believe he’s getting all this when his mother dies.”

Ezili was trapped between the man’s stinky body and the wall. She knew she’d promised Harry not to attack anyone tonight, but she needed to fight for herself. Without hesitation, her teeth went straight for the man’s neck. He screamed and jumped back, losing his balance and dropping to the floor. Ezili could taste blood on her tongue as she licked her lip and gazed down at the terrified man. The bite mark on his neck was bleeding, staining the white collar of his suit.

“You bitch!”

“Ezi!”

Ezili whipped her head and found Harry, so she ran to him as the evil man clumsily got to his feet.

“What happened?” he asked her, his face pallid with fright.

“This bitch bit me!” the man shouted, pointing the finger at Ezili.

Harry turned back to her with rage in his eyes. “You bit my cousin?! I told you not to hurt anyone! What’s wrong with you?!”

“I didn’t have a choice,” she yelled back, angry that he’d believed the words of this bastard. “He was touching me! I don’t like being touched!”

The realisation flashed across Harry’s face. He put his hands on her shoulders; his eyebrows sloped as he swept his eyes from her head to toes. “Where did he touch you?”

“I didn’t do anything to your whore.”

Before Ezili could even react to those words, Harry went straight to him with his foot in his cousin’s stomach and again when his cousin tried to say something. Ezili had to grab his arm and pulled him away before he murdered someone. She didn’t care if he did, though. She just didn’t want to draw more attention to herself and get exposed in front of all the other guests.

Panting, Harry adjusted his tie and stabbed a finger at the man on the floor. “If I see you put your hands on a woman again, I’ll beat your ass and make sure you’ll never get to set foot back into this family again. You hear me?”

The man couldn’t speak, only whimper.

Ezili opened her mouth to question, but Harry stopped her by taking her hand. “Come with me.”

[miiracleangel]

Shake ass pt 5

~Inarizaki version~

Aoba Johsai➪Fukurodani version

-miya twins are time skipped don’t ask me why i don’t know why either.

Osamu, Atsumu, Suna, Aran

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Osamu

You were sitting in your boyfriends restaurant while you both were having a lunch break.

You live 10 minutes away and since you were working from home you decided to go visit him since your lunch breaks aligned.

“Samu?”

“y/n”

“would you ever cheat on me”

He stops mid bite of his food “No” he says in a serious tone looking you in your eyes and grabs your hand from across the table.

“I would rather put my dick in the fryer than cheat on you, in fact i’ll do it right now to prove it to y-“

“No i need your dick BUT there is another way you can prove it to me” you say leaning across the table brushing your lips against Osamu’s.

“Does it involve my dick because we can go in-“

“oh my god no Samu, you just need to shake your ass and i’ll believe you” you say giggling

he just stares at you

“Lemme rev up those fryers” he says getting up from his seat.

“SAMU NO”

he sits next to you and whispers frantically “I’m not shaking my ass infront of my customers”

“I knew it. you were cheating”

“wha-“

“It’s with the Ongiri isnt it”

“no but if ongiri was a person i just might”

you stare at him and stand up in the booth you both were sitting in. “scoot over i’m leaving”

“okay okay” he says with his hands up in defeat.

He gets up and walks over to the table next to the registers.

“what are you doing?” you ask.

“Proving something” he mumbles then raises his voice for everyone in the restaurant.

“Hello everyone as you may know I am the owner and my lovely significant other here-“

“Samu stop” you whisper to him

“No y/n I love you and you wanted proof so here it is, raise the music”

one of his employees hire the restaurant music and alas

he does it

shakes ass

infront of EVERYONE in the restaurant

jumps down to an applaud of people and kisses your lips.

“You owe me munchkin”

Atsumu

i just wanna thank whoever made the gif bcs hes precious

‘twas a snowy night

i’m fucking playing LMAO

lemme stop fucking around PFT

“tsumu i need you to do me a huge favor” you ask your boyfriend through the phone.

“what is it baby i’m about to go out on the court” he says sitting in the locker room before a game.

“You can do this after but there’s a trend going around that men have to shake their ass ON VIDEO to prove theyre not cheating SO-“

“so you want me to send you a video...of me shaking my ass?” he continued your sentence

“yes my lovely setter yes”

“alright well i’m about to head out so when i get to the hotel i’ll do it for you babes, it that good?” he has staring at your close up face on his phone.

“That’s good baby, Good luck i love you”

he tells you he loves you and turns around and low and behold, bokuto is behind him.

“I think i have an idea to prove your not cheating tsumu-tsumu” bokuto says with yet ANOTHER brilliant idea bcs he’s a genius.

“lemme hear it”

You watched your boyfriends game and it was no surprise that they won and you couldn’t be more happy for your baby.

You continued watching since they announced that they were going to have an interview with the players and went to your kitchen to get more food.

you blur out the background noise of the tv until you heard a familiar voice.

“Yeah it was a great game, everyone put their all and i’m glad to have a good team with me” you rushed to the tv to be met with your beautiful boyfriend smiling at the camera.

“Oh there is also something i wanted to add he tells the reporter” the reporter hand Atsumu the mic and shit starts just..rolling mans going off.

“y/n my love if you’re watching this, this is for you”

“oh my fucking, he isnt” you told yourself

“TURN THE MUSIC UP BO”

“he fucking is”

and there atsumu was shaking ass on live television with no shame.

surprisly very good but then again bokuto gave him the idea and bokuto got the fattest ass so of course he taught his setter how to shake ass.

you sit there dumbfounded until your phone rings and it’s your boyfriends twin brother.

“you looking at this shit show” you hear Osamu laugh on the other line.

“unfortunately i am”

“The miya’s can’t claim him at the moment so he’s yours for the time being” Osamu says earning a laugh from you until your phone buzzes.

“speaking of a Miya, your brothers calling me hold on” you answer your boyfriends call and see his face on your screen

“DID YOU SEE IT BABY”

“oh yes i did”

“WAS IT GREAT?!”

“i’m speechless”

he laughed at your surprised face knowing you didn’t expect that at all.

“i embarrassed myself on live television for you and listened to bokuto’s advice so you owe me”

“you lost your dignity when you took bokutos advice”

“i did it for you because i love you” Atsumu says smiling at you.

“and now the whole world knows” you say sweetly kinda moved by his outrageous gesture.

“because i love you”

Suna

“oooooh got me fucked goofy”

you laughed at his little nickname he gives you before shaking your head

“Rin for five seconds please You don’t even have to do it infront of the camera just infront of me”

your boyfriend sizes you up and down before walking away to his room leaving you in the kitchen. You follow behind him and watch as he lays down on his bed.

“i’m not shaking my ass goofy”

“yes you are or else you are a cheater”

“i cheated on a test once”

“CHEATING ON ME RIN”

he gives you a confused look

“i barely have the energy to open my eyes in the morning hoe”

you laugh at his defense and give him the puppy eyes.

“okay so what’s in it for me if i shake my ass around”

“ummm” you think in silence before a thought hits you.

“i don’t know i will give you $50”

“don’t want your money babe”

“I’ll flash you a nipple”

“i’ve seen your nips a thousand times.”

you huff trying to think of something ANYTHING your boyfriend would want..until it hits you.

“I’ll give you the gwuack gwack 300-“

“deal”

“de-“

“yes” your boyfriend get up and puts on a random song and wiggles his hips back and forth.

“that was so fucking cringy” you laugh

Suna turns towards you with lustful eyes

“knees now. start sucking”

Aran

“You’re JOKING y/n”

“Does it LOOK like she’s joking” his younger sister says sitting next to you on the couch. Both of you are looking up at Aran as hes awkwardly standing in the middle of their living room.

“yeah does it LOOK like i’m joking” you copy her giggling.

“i’m sure hoping you’re joking”

“you hoping wrong shake it”

He points at his sister while looking at you

“i’m definitely not doing it infront of her”

she gives him a dirty look “If you don’t just bust them Megan knees out and do it”

He stares between you and his sister as you get up to approach him and whisper in his ear.

“please daddy” you whisper into his ears as he perks up.

“alright fine sit down, this is terrible”

you laugh as he begins busting down his moves like a real one.

he got them knees i just know it

you and his sister laugh as he covers his face and walks up to you putting his whole body weight on you.

“get off me YOURE HEAVY ARAN”

“alright fine” he says picking you up and carrying you to his room. “Now repeat what you whispered into my ear real quick”

[lozeyart]

Top Surgery Experience So Far

Hello! I am two days post op from top surgery and I’m in less pain and way less loopy.

I thought I’d write out my experience about the night before and the day of and how I’m doing now!

So I had to fly out of state for my surgery, and I showed up two days early, so I had two days of farting about until my surgery. My mom, dad, and sister flew out to see me and I have my room mate helping take care of me as well!

The night before, I had my dad drive me by the doctor’s place (because my dad was the only one who had rented a car) just so we had an idea of how long it was take to get there in the morning and where to find it so we wouldn’t pass it up when I went in for my surgery. Unfortunately for me, no one makes me more anxious like my father, and he managed to make my anxiety 10x worse the night before the surgery. So I didn’t sleep (Not a wink).

Day of! My surgery was at 7AM, so I crawled out of bed at 5AM. My dad was staying at a hotel 30 minutes away and I had told him to text me when he was on his way. At 5:30 AM he hadn’t texted me yet so I called him, oops he hadn’t set an alarm and so me calling him woke him up (thank FUCK I called him or I would have missed my surgery -not really, I would have ubered-).

On the way, we picked up my sister because she was the one I picked to come in with me (Covid restrictions). So my anxiety is on high alert, but my dad drives like an absolute maniac and we showed up 15 minutes EARLY. Thats when all my anxiety over my surgery went away. I just wanted to get there on time, and after that I was like “Okay cool lets fucking GOOOOO”

The doctor was very nice and noticed I was wearing my Cats hoodie and commented on it and how much he liked musicals, but he hadn’t seen Cats yet and then we talked about musicals for a hot second before he redirected the conversation back to me.

After a short conversation about everything he moved me to his, like, doctor’s examining room (not the surgery room) and I took my shirt and bra off and shoes (but I got to keep my pants on) and then he came back in and started drawing all over my boobs to see where he’d like to make the cuts and all that. He told me that I was in really good shape (working out as often as I did was totally worth it hell yeah) and that I’d do wonderfully. He seemed very excited about removing my tits.

I then met with the anesthesiologist and we chatted for a bit and then I was finally brought into the surgery room. They laid me down on the surgery table/bed and had me spread my arms out (like I was on the cross lmao). The anesthesiologist had to put an IV in my arm and then got VERY excited because I have very prominent veins in my arms and then one of the nurses came over and they were both just gushing (pun intended) over the veins in my arm.

Okay so then the IV was inserted (owie) and I remember having a VERY short conversation with the nurses about piercings and then the next thing I remember was waking up. I was extremely drowsy when I woke up and very very cold. I was shivering so bad that I was shaking and my teeth were chattering so they draped a heated blanket over me. After warming up a bit, they sat me up, and THATS when I noticed that they had put my clothes back on me (I was like “????? My shoes???? Are on????? How????”). They put me in a wheel chair (I seriously was too sleepy and out of it to walk) and they rolled me outside (my sister took a video of me rolling out of the building).

I got back to my Air bnb and my dad and sister sat me on the couch and I immediately fell asleep.

Now, the next two days were spent with me surrounded by the family who came out to see me which was (and still is) overwhelming, especially when I have this intense need to entertain people when they’re in my presence.

Day of and day after I had to really rely on my pain medication just to exist comfortably. They prescribed me oxycodone, which I didn’t want to take because I know its highly addictive but after some convincing from my mom, I finally took one a few hours after my surgery. I have no regrets! I was in a lot of pain and that medicine made it so I could actually sleep that night.

The next two days have been in a haze of pain, lots of sleeping, and lots and LOTS of watching TV. I’m on day two of recovering and I already feel less pain, I haven’t taken any oxycodone today, and I’m more present mentally. I get my wrappings off on the 25th (Had my surgery on the 20th) and then I get to go home on the 27th. I’m excited to have more time off and to be home thats for damn sure!