#damn i really out to finish my wips all yall see from me is bitching lmao

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

All I want for Christmas is Shu~(ji)

[hello-yue-here]

thank you @chiptrillino for tagging me in a wip game!

not quite sure what the rules are but based off of your AMAZING POST OF ART WIPS (check it out here yall chip is so talented) ive decided to just share some parts of my writing wips that i rlly like because i cannot draw whatsoever lmao

enjoy some lil snippets hehe

from heart don't stand a chance:

"Zuko couldn’t get over her eyes. She was looking past the camera towards the man who took it. Zuko could see clear as day the love she held for Sokka in her gaze.

It was a perfect moment that Sokka had captured. No wonder held it with him at all times. If someone had looked at Zuko like that, he’d never want to see anything again.

As he took in the photograph, Sokka sat next to him in silence. His hand was clutching the ring around his neck again in his fist, pressing it close to his mouth as he peered over Zuko’s shoulder to look. Zuko turned to him to compliment the picture and saw a sad fondness lingering in his eyes."

this is a scene i wrote a while ago thats gonna appear in a much later chapter. but yeah. more yue angst for you guys im so sorry.

from i love you (and that's all i really know):

"Mister Sokka," a little voice wishpered in his ear as he felt tiny pokes on his cheek, "Wake up Mister Sokka."

"Good morning to you too Izumi," Sokka responded wearily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked towards the little girl who was standing on her tippy toes to see over the edge of the bed and poke his face until he rose.

She smiled at him once she realized he was awake.

"Can we have pancakes?" She asked shyly, hiding her mouth just below the edge of the bed as she looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

That look was going to be dangerous for him later on, he could aready tell.

"Sure thing, Izumi, just let me sleep for five more minutes, mkay?" He asked as he shut his eyes again. He was exhausted from last nights events, and the sun had barely risen. How did Zuko do this?"

this is a scene from the next chapter of this fic. so much sokka and izumi bonding you guys are gonna explode hehehe.

from cherry (the mailee fic i wont shut up about that is now a whopping 19 pages):

"Mai never had to guess with Ty Lee. She always knew when Ty Lee was happy about something because she would use an obnoxious amount of exclamation points. She would send gifs of people or cartoons making outlandish expressions whenever she wanted to react to Mai’s text with a specific facial expression. Sometimes Ty Lee would even send voice memos whenever her thoughts became too long, or she got too excited about a story that her fingers couldn’t type as fast as she could speak."

hehe i love mailee.

from yours (the mailee sorority fic that i promise i did not forget about):

"Mai lifted her head off the pillow again and met Zuko’s eyes. She studied his impassive expression, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. He did seem like he missed Mai and Azula, so maybe he did really just want to catch up with them.

But Mai wasn’t going to give up a golden opportunity like this.

“Tell us everything about the boy toy as well and you’ve got yourself a deal,” Mai said.

Zuko rolled his eyes and sighed, “Ugh, fine. And his name is Sokka by the way.”

“Nuance. You also have to wake up Azula.”

“No chance in hell,” Zuko scoffed, “You’re the roommate and her fellow ‘pong princess,’ wake-up duty is all yours.”

“If she murders me, it’s your fault. She’s a bitch when she’s hungover.”

“Whatever you say, Mai,” Zuko grinned before returning back to his phone."

i have decided that zuko is a little shit for this fic and no one can stop me.

from Where'd All the Time Go? (the yuekka fic that i have severe writers block with that i also promis i have not forgotten about):

"“Sokka I really think you need to take a moment and-”

“I am fine Aang, I don’t have time for a feelings talk right now. Right now I need to find the fucking chief of this damn place.” His words came out harsher than he meant, but he didn’t have the time to dwell on that.

Before Sokka could run off again to continue his search, a hand grabbed his arm. One of Arnook’s advisors, Malina, had started dragging him towards the podium.

“Do you not realize how late you are for this Sokka? The ceremony was supposed to begin with your speech nearly an hour ago-” she hissed at him as she pulled him along through the crowd.

“Malina I’m sorry but I really need to speak with Arnook it is urgent-”

“This damn speech of yours is what’s urgent right now Sokka, you can speak with Arnook later but the guests are getting antsy so you need to give your speech right. Now.”

“But-”

“Now.”

Maline shoved Sokka towards the podium and suddenly all eyes were on him. Every guest in attendance had their focus solely on Sokka."

homeboy is stressed in this scene. things are slowly going to shit in this chapter. i promise i will update this before the end of the year. i swear. im so sorry.

from a currently untitled jetko/sukka boiling rock fic:

"“Oh good, you survived after all,” She said in a mocking tone.

Jet didn’t answer. He knew anything he said would be used against him. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what was happening. But he would be damned if he showed that weakness in front of the fire nation.

“I was told you were more talkative than this,” the girl mused. There was something familiar about her, “my informants were very detailed when discussing your little teashop romance.”

I knew it. Jet snarled in his mind, That bastard betrayed me."

i want this fic to be a little darker but idk how good i am at writing darker fics because i love fluff and humor too much. this could be good angst practice for me.

from a toph and sokka fic that i wrote a while back to help me cope w some shit that i dont know if ill ever post:

"“Sokka? Are you still there?” Toph asked, the slightest hint of concern began to slip into their voice

“Tell me a story,” he was trembling. Despite all of his efforts to sound calm, he knew his voice came out trembling and scratchy and pathetic-

“Is everything okay? You don’t sound too hot,” Toph said through the phone.

Breathe, Sokka, breathe. You don’t want them to be worried, you just need to calm down.

“Please, Toph, I just,” he said through shaky breaths that weren’t nearly deep enough for him to be getting enough oxygen, “I just need a distraction. I just need to hear your voice okay?”"

nonbinary toph anyone?

from a 10 things i hate about you kataang and zukka au:

"“What? Something on my face?” the guy asked deadpanned. He rubbed at his scar as if he were wiping off a smudge of mustard, and Aang’s face went pale.

“Stop scaring the sophomores Zuko, this one’s new. He won’t get your… humor… just yet,” Ms. Wu said as she waved Aang off again.

“I’m hurt that you’d imply I’m not funny, Wu. I’m hilarious,” the senior, Zuko, said as he walked past Aang.

Aang let out a sigh of relief knowing that this Zuko guy didn’t seem all that offended by his awkwardness, and darted out of the room."

zuko is a little shit part 2. the amount of sarcasm i have dripping off of heath ledger zuko is glorious. let zuko be a little shit. i havent added to this in months but when i finish some of my other wips i cant wait to get back to this.

i have more wips and drafts saved but none of them have anything juicy or funny or interesting yet because all of them are like less than three pages so far

but yeah, heres a good chunk of sneaky peakys from my wips!

I hope you liked them!

anyone who wants to do this can totally go for it. imma tag @ambykinns @lumities and @flowers-inthepieshop (only if you all want too!!) because this was fun :)

[raypakorn]

fanfiction writer appreciation: skamverse edition

writing can sometimes take a lot of work out of us but it’s also such a beautiful thing and sometimes, it doesn’t get the recognition that it deserves. so, if you see this and you aren’t tagged, i want you to know that you are an amazing writer OR if you are a reader and aren’t tagged, but would like to spread the love to the writer’s YOU enjoy, do it! DO IT! spread all the love. i know all the writers of all fandoms (not even limited to the skam fandom) would love to hear from those who read their fics.

tagged by @yasminaselamrani , thanks for the tag brenna! i love to show support to any lovely content creators and writers are as much of apart of that as anyone.

if you’re a writer:

a fic that you’re really proud of:


the only fic that is currently posted is love is the tuesdays, and while i am proud of it because it’s been years since i’ve written an actual fanfic..will likely say i’m more proud of the wip i am doing.

a fic that you were nervous to post:

oh i was definitely nervous to post love is the tuesdays as i mentioned i’d been a while since i had written a fanfic and i always feel weird trying to write canon characters because i’m so afraid i won’t capture their characterization in the right way. also i was writing it based off this moodboard so i wanted it to be what everyone was looking for. however, as per usual like the clutch friend liz is she calmed me down.

a fic you wished got more hits/kudos/comments:

sometimes i feel like a dick saying this because it can come across like i’m not appreciative of people’s interest/compliments in stuff i do but it’s really not that. however, tbh, you’re never going to hear me complain about any feedback or lack thereof on anything i do. (other people’s things on the other hand...yes show them all the love please!) when it comes to me though ANY (even if it’s just liz screaming at me about it) is more than enough for me. i do everything for fun or just to get it out of my head so having even just one person enjoy it, i’m all good with that. so the comments/kudos/people interested in what i wrote/write, just thank you for showing any at all and as long as it makes one person’s day - i’m happy.

one of your favorite tropes to write:

despite me writing a completely fluffy domestic fic, i’m actually an angsty bitch. so i love writing enemies-to-lovers.... also love reading it. 

another ship that you don’t write but you’d like to write:

if i had the time and an actual idea, i would love to write an elu fic but alas i have neither.

one of your abandoned wip you never wrote but wish you did:

i mean it’s not technically abandoned per say but i have an au that i literally have saved as an ‘au i’ll never write’ because i’m not putting the pressure on myself to write it. but i wish again i had the time to write it because i definitely like the idea.

another writer you would love to collaborate with:

@hidden-joy...while i love the rest of you and you’re all so damn talented, it takes a certain chemistry and level of comfort to be able to write with someone.

if you’re a reader:

a fic (or more) that you love to reread:

hands down my comfort fic is save us by @luxandobscurus caro really has a way with words and it has such a good level of angst as well as fluff. i cry every single time. there’s also a little drabble called half of who i am isn’t all my fault by her as well that i reread all the time.

tag an author you always love reading:

obviously caro (kind of mad i didn’t realize you posted your fwb fic. like where have i been???) but also @surrealsunday i’ve read pretty much every single fic of jamie’s as well. there’s still times where my mind thinks of mood tattoo and i will just say ‘fucking jeremy’ and i’ll have a good laugh. from the wtfock fandom @sonderthroughthestreets, @foxsake5, & @yasminaselamrani, love reading everything they write as well.

recommend a story to your followers:

as brenna said, yall really should read @tsjernobyl’s sobbe’s dirty dancing au as once i started reading i couldn’t stop. it’s so dfskjkdjk good, excited to read the next chapter. another fic i really love and recommend that i haven’t spoken about is one call away by @demaury as i said i’m angsty bitch.

tag an author you discovered recently:

i wouldn’t say i discovered recently because i had read one of @kissjane‘s fics before but i have been making my way through the rest of her fics i haven’t read yet. and i have been having a good time with it 💛

spread the love!

tag someone who inspires you to write:

probably going to be a broken record but @hidden-joy, biggest support and biggest inspiration. but i really admire all of the authors i have mentioned and they inspire me to be a better writer as well.

tag someone who you’ve admired forever:

@demaury, @surrealsunday, @sonderthroughthestreets​, @earthlingeliott​, @lucasotteli (one of the best social media aus that i have read), @yasminaselamrani, @luxandobscurus

tag your writing support and loves!

@hidden-joy... she’s really the only one i talk to about my writing and obviously she’s the most supportive person on the planet. though i do apprecaite the feedback that @luxandobscurus, @sanderxrobbee, and @sonderthroughthestreets have given so far, though. also really anyone who’s left a comment on ao3 or come to DM me. seriously i give you a kisseth on the forehead. i promise i am going to finish that last chapter...eventually.

tagging:

everyone who has already been tagged in this, @unhappilysane, @letisnotonfire , and since i don’t know who else is a big fic reader if you see this and liked to do this than i tag you.

[stevethehairington]

Tagged by: the lovely @scimitar-and-longsword  💕💕

Name(s): my name is Mack, and if this also includes like usernames too then my ao3 is macksdramaticshenanigans and obviously yall can see my tumblr url lol. i have a fandom twitter but i hate twitter so i barely go on it lmao.

Fandom(s): oh boy haha this is a loooong list. as of right now, the main fandoms i’m involved in are The Old Guard and Trust FX, but in the past i’ve written for Skam, Marvel, Good Omens, Love Simon/Simon vs., Shameless, and IT. and ofc there are some fandoms i have not written for that i casually enjoy as well.

Where you post: all my fics are posted on ao3! or are sitting in my wips folder lol. i’ve ocsasionally posted some snippets of writing here to tumblr, but none of those are like full on, proper fics, mostly just me rambling off some thoughts i had about whatever characters in whatever scenarios

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos): Imagine Being Loved By Me (918 kudos) ((so close to 1k holy shit!!!! if it got to 1k i think i’d actually die of happiness omg)) this is my Good Omens smut fic lmfao, crowley is fantasizing and aziraphale makes it a reality skgjsd. i’m actually pretty damn pleased with how this one turned out, and i never expected it to get that many kudos so that makes me ridiculously happy sfjgfg. (and also podfixx made a podfic of this fic which made me INSANELY happy like that is the coolest thing ever)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter (by kudos): I Have Hella Feelings For You (697 kudos) ahhh this one!! this one is actually my very first ever chaptered fic!! it’s a skam fic, and i have the most distinctive memory of me sititng in my dorm bed freshman year of college, furiously typing away at my laptop everyday for a week because i somehow managed to post a chapter every day until it was finished, which meant i was writing a new chapter everyday. like damn, i really peaked with that huh? lmao

Favorite story you’ve written so far: ahh okay not to like. toot my own horn kgfldg but this question is HARD bc i have a lot of favorites. i’m going to pick a favorite from each of my main fandoms i’ve written for because i’m an Indecisive Hoe okay fdjdf.

- From Marvel: Just Called To Say I Love You this one is my wrong number stucky fic and i actually adore this one so much, and also it actually ended up being WAY more popular than i expected it to? like i was lowkey shook by how many people liked it 

- From Skam: If You Love Me, If You Hate Me so. about this one. it’s probably my favorite skam fic that i’ve written. but. it also is the utter bane of my existence bc this is the one and only fic i have ever written and posted that i haven’t fnished gskgjfdlfs. it’s going on soon to be a little over 2 years of sitting on my account as an unfinished wip, but i REFUSE to mark it as abandoned bc i really genuienly DO want to finish it, i just havent written for this fandom in a while and inspiration/motivation is tricky yknow? but anyways. this fic is my soccer au!! it was a gift for a secret santa exchange i believe to a dear friend of mine and i still feel awful that i never finished it but. one day!!

- From Love Simon/Simon vs.: Where I Like You Best i am actually obsessed with this one. is that weird to say about your own fic? i enjoy reading a good soulmate au, but writing them has always been SO daunting to me bc i never feel like my ideas are original enough or like things that havent been done a lot for that trope. but for this one!!! omg i found the BEST prompt for it and it fit these characters SO well and i wrote it and i ended up absolutely loving how it turned out, and i was so proud of myself for writing a pretty successful soulmate au.

- From Shameless: Wooden Floors, Walls, and Window Sills so this one was my second ever gallavich fic, and it’s probably my favorite because i think it’s the best characterization i got of them in all of my fics, and good characterization is one of the most important things to me when i write fic. 

- From IT: To What We Might Do is my favorite reddie fic i’ve written! i definitely projected onto richie a teeny tiny bit in it for some parts lmfao, but yeah idk i just love how this one turned out a whole lot, and i enjoyed how i ended it too (esp since endings can be very difficult for me lol). ((BUT also a special shoutout to my fic Imagine Me and You, I Do bc that one is just pure fluff and i adore the concept of someone being just so absolutely in love with someone doing something so incredibly simple and it just rocks their world)

- From Good Omens: I Want To Know What Love Is (did i use the most cheesy title ever? absolutely. do i love it? absolutely.) anyways this fic is one where crowley the demon experiences love and promptly thinks he’s dying. 

Fic you were nervous to post: ooh, i mean i’m always pretty anxious about any fic i post because i never know if it’s going to be recepted well or if people are going to like it or hate it or if anyone is even going to read it or repsond to it. especially if the fic is a gift for someone, because i just really want that person to like it yknow? but yeah idk if theres one in particular i was more nervous to post than any others... i guess maybe any smut fic? just bc i never know if the smut is even any good lol

How do you choose your titles?: eaaaaasy, i usually pick song lyrics lol, ocassionally i’ve used lines from a poem, and a few times i’ve gone with a pun, but mostly it’s song lyrics. i usually find a song with lyrics that i think will fit, or if there’s a particular song that vibes well with the fic or that i listened to repeatedly while writing the fic i’ll try to pick the best lyric from that one.

Do you outline?: yes and no lol. it honestly depends. sometimes i outline extensively, but other times i just sit in front of a doc and let whatever happens happen.

Complete: on my ao3 account i have 80 works completed (will be 81 once i finally finish that one single unfinished wip i have posted gahhh). but i know in my wips folder i have a at least one finished fic that i have not and probably will not post. there are also some other things in my wips folder that like technically could be conisdered finished too, but it’s not up to my posting standards so until i fix it so it is it’ll just sit there lol.

In-Progress: honestly there are too many to count lol. i have a shiiiiiit ton of wips (as yall will know if you saw that one ‘tell us about ALL your wips’ tag game post that was going around that i did lol). 

Coming soon/not yet started: tbh see above answer bc it’s pretty much the same lol. 

Prompts?: so the thing about prompts is that i would LOVE to take them, but it’s very very tricky bc i’m a super specific kind of gal and if i don’t vibe with the prompt it’s very difficult for me to write anything for it. but then there’s also the fact that inspiration/motivation are fickle bitches and they come and go as they please and so taking prompts is hard bc i never know if the stars will align and all that jazz for me to be in the ~ right mood ~ to work on a prompt. this is the exact reason why i have SO MANY sitting in my inbox right now, and i feel so bad for just letting them sit there but ughhh brain function?? how?? lol

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: sooooo i don’t necessarily have any specific works in progress right now (i’ve been so busy lately that writing has been the last thing on my mind and so i haven’t touched anything in weeks) but. i guess if i can ever get my shit together and finish the primo fic i’m close to finishing i’m pretty excited to post that! or honestly if i can actually get myself to finish any of the tog wips i have i’d be suuuper excited to post any of those bc i have not yet posted any tog fics!!

anways!! if you made it to this point thanks for sticking w me and reading through my long winded rambly answers lmao

Tagging: @peachykoya @wandering-scholar-lad @raynertodd @cluelessheroes @pinesboi @thewolvesrunwild @1derspark 

[t0ngue-tech]

Hold Me Tight

“’Hold the phone. You fucks bet that I wouldn’t ask y/n out?’ Hoseok straightened himself out. ‘Actually wait—I’m not surprised.’”

↠fluffffff and nonsense↞

word count: 2.9k

↠oneshot↞

A/N: hi yall!!! this was actually a WIP for about a YEAAAAR LMAAAO i was going through my wips and i saw this and i was like ayyyy i should finish this. huhu i hope you all enjoy this :D

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“He’s not going to do it.”

“I beg to differ.”

“He’s been hesitating since last year.”

“Guess who has a date bitches.” Hoseok walked back to his group if friends and ran a hand through his fiery red locks. He confidently leaned against the cold metal of the lockers but misplaced his footing and almost landed face first on the tiles. Embarrassment rushed through his veins and he whipped his head around to see if you witnessed his almost death, but you were busy grabbing stuff out of your locker.

It was obvious to everyone that you and Hoseok were into each other. Whenever Hoseok had time, he would walk you home after school and whenever you had time, you would accompany him to his dance practices. Each of your circle of friends made it a priority to tease the two of you by asking so, are you two dating yet?

“Damn it, I owe Seokjin five bucks.” Jungkook, a friend of Hoseok’s, groaned.

“Yeah and you owe me five bucks as well.” Namjoon looked directly at Taehyung who was already planning on escaping the conversation.

“Hold the phone. You fucks bet that I wouldn’t ask y/n out?” Hoseok straightened himself out. “Actually wait—I’m not surprised.”

“Alright, spill. What are you guys going to do for your date?” Taehyung draped an arm over his shoulders and spoke in a teasing manner.

“Well, since the fall festival is this weekend, I asked if she wanted to go together and that’s that.”

The fall festival happened once a year and it was one of the city’s largest events. It consisted of intoxicating food, cheap, yet addicting, games, and multiple rides. It was definitely popular amongst families and high school students who had the opportunity to work different shifts.

“Oh! Guess what shift Seokjin is working at the festival!” Jungkook also used a teasing tone and had a mischievous glint in his eye.

“The haunted house!” Taehyung answered a lot more excitedly than what Hoseok would have liked.

“Yeah, uh, we’re not going there.” Hoseok sighed and opened up his locker to retrieve his science textbook. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Dude, this is your chance!” Namjoon exclaimed. “When you go in there, she’ll be scared and you could hold her hand! It’s simple.”

“Do I have to remind you guys what happened last year?” Hoseok shuddered at the memory of his losing his voice after screaming too much inside of the haunted house.

“Come on, Hoseok. What’s the worst the could happen?” Jungkook blurted out and fed up with their antics, Hoseok threatened his friends with his textbook.

↠↞

It was finally happening; a date with Hoseok. For the longest time, you had a painful crush on the free-spirited boy from your algebra class. It was obvious that you were both into each other after a while and your friends refused to let you live without playfully teasing you about it. They were a pain, but they definitely meant well.

Your outfit for the date was nothing extravagant because the weather was getting colder and the date was being held at an outside event. You wore a mahogany flannel with a plain white t-shirt underneath, black skinny jeans, and your usual beat up sneakers.

You waited patiently near the entrance of the festival, twiddling your thumbs, trying not to overthink why Hoseok was five minutes late.

“Just calm the fuck down, y/n.” You whispered angrily to yourself. There were many logical reasons as to why Hoseok would be late, but you concluded with the idea of him standing you up. Your heart was pounding and even with cold gusts of wind, you could feel sweat forming at your hairline.

“Y/n!” Hoseok’s cheery voice caught your attention and made your heart skip a beat. He was dressed warmly, a dark brown coat over an off-white sweater, a matching burnt orange scarf and beanie, and faded jeans. A gust of wind blew against you and although you were freezing, Hoseok’s presence easily warmed you up.

“I’m sorry I’m late. My mom wouldn’t let me leave the house without all of these layers.” Hoseok adjusted the scarf around his neck. He noticed your body tense up and you kept your arms folded across your chest. “I think you need these layers more than I do.” Despite your protests, Hoseok proceeded to unravel the scarf to wrap it around your neck.

“Hoseok, I’m okay, I swear.” You pushed his hands away, but he obviously wasn’t buying it.

“At least wear my coat. My sweater alone is thick.” He rubbed your shoulders as he adjusted the coat onto your body. As Hoseok stepped forward to button up the coat in the middle, you felt your cheeks mimic the soft pink blush that rested on Hoseok’s face.

Today was going to be a good day.

Hoseok was the perfect gentlemen and at the same time, he didn’t stray away from his care-free antics. He bought hot cocoa and snacks for the both of you and made sure to brush the hair out of your face to avoid you accidentally eating it.

Butterflies were soaring around in your stomach; this was nothing compared to eating lunch with him at school and occasionally walking home with him. You had always known how sweet Hoseok was, but today felt different. Not only was he being as sweet as ever, he added a dash of manliness. Hoseok tried his best at playing the festival games and although majority of the games seemed rigged, he managed to win you a panda keychain.

“Thank you, Hoseok! But you really didn’t need to try so hard. You put a lot of money down the drain.” Your smile faded and you stared at the dainty accessory apologetically.

“You looked really happy when I won it so it’s alright y/n.” Hoseok ruffled your hair to get a smile out of you and it worked.

A gust of wind made you shudder and you automatically huddled closer to Hoseok. His cheeks tinted a bit, but his eyes soften when you two made eye contact. He instantly wrapped an arm around you to hold you closer; he was sure you could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

“You two lovebirds make me want to gag sometimes, you know that?”

The sudden sound of Seokjin’s voice started you both causing you to separate.

“Dude.” Hoseok coughed.

“Hi Seokjin! You’re working a shift?” You ask, trying to avoid any questions or statements.

“Yeah, but I took a quick 15 minute break because the funnel cake booth was practically calling my name.” He patted his stomach and took a swig from his water bottle. “I work at the haunted house entrance.”

Hoseok gave his friend a look that read stop giving my girl ideas.

“Hm, I actually haven’t gone into the haunted house.”

“W-Well, it’s n-nothing special. Just your typical jump scares and loud sound effects.” Hoseok tried his hardest to make it seem like the haunted house wasn’t exciting so you would lose interest in the activity.

“Oooh! I want to go! Let’s go, Hoseok!” There was a cold sweat that ran down the side of his face. “And we’re going in together so it shouldn’t be too bad, right?”

Hoseok felt his soul ascend from his body as you two approached the worn down looking doors of the haunted house. Seokjin took his spot back at the podium after telling his coworker to take a break.

“Alright, just go through this door and make it to the end—simple.” Seokjin looked Hoseok dead in the eyes. “Have fun.”

You hooked your arm with Hoseok’s and took the first few steps while he trod slowly behind you mouthing the words help me to his chuckling friend. He couldn’t quite put it into words but he had uneasy feeling going into the haunted house.

↠↞

“Be cool, Hoseok. Be fucking cool.” Even if he continuously whispered those words to himself, Hoseok could already feel that his legs were going to give out within the first ten seconds of walking in.

“Fucking hell.” You snaked your hand around to reach for Hoseok’s. “I think I’m going to die.”

“Y-You and me both.” The warmth of your hands sparked flames and it almost took away every fear swimming throughout his body.

Keyword: almost.

Within the dark and eerie red lights that were confined in the hallways, a sharp blast of mist exploded in front of them making you shriek and Hoseok scream an octave higher than you. He held tightly onto your hand as he sunk halfway against the wall beside him.

“Jesus Christ!” Hoseok breathed. “Nope, I can’t do this.”

“Come on, Hoseok! We have to finish what we started.” You lightly tugged on his hand trying to share some positivity.

Hoseok clutched his chest and allowed himself to get lifted back onto his feet. You seemed ecstatic about wanting to finish the haunted house and he didn’t have the heart to turn back now.

Hand in hand, you both slithered through a hallway filled with paintings of face just staring as you two tiptoed through the darkness. Right when Hoseok gained a bit of courage to walk in front of you, a person, who posed as a still painting, popped their head out from the frame and screamed bloody murder.

“God fucking—“ Hoseok melted down onto the floor, bringing you down with him. He clutched his chest and sighed knowing that his heart was still pumping.

You brought yourself back onto your feet and still encouraged Hoseok to keep his spirits up even though it was obvious that you were just as scared as he was.

“Just kill me. It’ll hurt less.” Hoseok focused his weight into the soles of his feet and tried to resist your hand tugging.

“We’ll survive, Hoseokie!” You shot him a reassuring smile and warmth bloomed on his cheeks.

How could he say no to that?

After many jump scares, high pitched screaming, and being grabbed at the ankles, you two were almost at finish line. You were still walking ahead of Hoseok who was squeezing your hand so tight you swore it was going to fall off any moment.

The next room that came to was small and tightly packed with what seemed to be with boxes and mannequins and one flickering light above the door at the other side of the room. With caution, you stepped foot into the room and felt Hoseok’s hand shake. He was whispering encouraging messages to himself and tried his best to stand up straight. He was so adorable in that moment that you pulled him closer to your body and gently grazed his knuckles with your other hand.

Hoseok felt his chest seize up—in a good way. It was a simple act, but it was enough for him to smile lovingly at the back of your head. Just like previous moments of vanilla PDA in the haunted house, this one was also short lived.

Two ghost actors from either side of you two popped out from the cluster of mannequins and screamed in your faces. This jumpscare made you stagger backwards and you landed up against Hoseok’s chest with his hands secured around your waist. Hoseok spewed out multiple curse words and even a few in a different language. You couldn’t help but giggle at his frustrated tone of voice.

He held onto you for about a minute or two and the entire room was silent. You assumed that the actors were either back to your places or somewhere else in the house. You took a quick look at Hoseok’s face under the very dim light and there was a small streak of sweat rolling down the side of his face. It was on impulse, but you reached up to wipe it away and caught a glimpse of the way Hoseok’s eyes glimmered.

Maybe it wasn’t the right place or the right time, but if Hoseok leaned in a couple of inches, he would have kissed you right there—right in the middle of a room in a haunted house. How romantic. But despite that, he really wanted to.

Hoseok’s hands grew numb and his heart stopped for a couple of seconds because the eerie whisper of his name was blown beside his ear. Every desire of wanting to kiss you was replaced with overwhelming fear. He didn’t mean to, but he screamed in your face and staggered down onto the floor.

“Nope, nope, nope! We’re bolting out of here y/n!” Hoseok scrambled to his feet just as quickly as he went down and pulled you by the hand.

You were speed walking hand in hand and you were also quite surprised at how Hoseok didn’t jump at the final scare of another ghost actor appearing behind a two way mirror just before the exit.

Hoseok pushed the doors open and collapsed onto the grass. He stared at the fall covered leaves of the tree above him and took deep breaths. The world seemed to be spinning and he was sweating a lot more than he would like.

“You were a trooper, Hoseok.” You joined him on the grass, sitting near his head. You used the sleeve of your flannel to pat down the streaks of sweat on his forehead and on the side of his face.

“I really can’t do scary things.” Hoseok closed his eyes and soaked in the cool air and the small strokes of your fingers that played with his hair.

“You managed to get our asses out of there and missed that ghost in the two way mirror.” Giggles were exchanged and Hoseok sat up, brushing grass out of his hair.

“Yeah, about that, I heard someone whispered my name and it freaked me the fuck out.” He twiddled his thumbs and took a second to think about how in the world did that actor know who he was.

In a short distance, Hoseok heard a familiar sound of laughter—almost like a high-pitched cackle. Without saying a word, he stood up and strided over to the side of the haunted house. Once he was out of your view, you heard Hoseok yell out two of his friends name. You almost didn’t want to move from your spot, but you were curious as to why Hoseok sounded furious. You tiptoed over to wherever he was and when you peeked over the corner, you found him clutching the black shirt of one of his friends.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!” Hoseok yelled. “What were you two fools trying to accomplish?!”

“W-We thought we were helping!” Jungkook uttered.

“Helping?! How is whispering my name helping?”

“Oh, that was for our amusement. We calculated the plan to let y/n fall into your arms and we touched your ankles in the hallway before the last room.” Taehyung spoke casually and Hoseok grabbed onto Taehyung’s shirt.

“Dude.” Jungkook hissed, warning Taehyung to shut up.

“I was doing fine—thank you very much! What more did you guys do in there?!” Hoseok sighed and grabbed their shirts tighter.

“We activated some of the sound effects and did a lot of the screaming.” Taehyung dug their graves deeper and Jungkook begged him to keep his mouth shut.

You cleared your throat making them flick their attention to where you were and made Hoseok let go of their shirts.

“H-Hi y/n! Well, we’ll just be on our way—“ Jungkook and Taehyung backed away but bumped into Seokjin before fully escaping.

“I had a feeling you two hooligans were going to do something—come on, out.” Seokjin nudged them to walk away and flicked the back of their necks while doing so.

You walked over to Hoseok who looked humiliated from snapping at his friends. With caution, you approached him and softly touched his arm.

“Hey.” You said quietly with a smile.

Hoseok sighed before whispering, “hi.”

“You good?”

“Yeah. I—I don’t deal with scary stuff well and my friends take advantage of that.” Hoseok tried to laugh it off and stared at his shoes.

“I’m sorry if I kind of forced you to go through the haunted house.” You apologized and Hoseok immediately made eye contact.

“No, no, don’t apologize! It’s fine. I mean, I survived right?” He laughed dryly and reached for your hand. “I promise it’s okay.”

“If it makes you feel any better, the best part of the haunted house was holding your hand.” The line was corny and you wanted to rip out your vocal chords for saying it, but the sparkle in Hoseok’s eye made you think otherwise.

“Y-Yeah, it was.” Hoseok held tighter onto your hand and felt shy trying to keep eye contact with you. “I guess Taehyung and Jungkook didn’t really do anything that bad, huh?”

“Maybe not.” You chuckled and wriggled your hand to fit comfortably in his.

Hoseok playfully swayed your hand side to side and even after squeezing the life out of your hand, it the warmth still felt like home.

“Let’s keep haunted houses and scary shit off the list of our next date.” Hoseok smiled at you and butterflies fluttered around inside of your stomach.

The idea of going on a second date with Hoseok made you giddy and you couldn’t even control the expression you had on your face; smiling from ear to ear and blush plastered on your cheeks. Hoseok also shared the same expression and the sight of his dimples only made your heart race faster.

“I’m already looking forward to it.”

♡ rae jagi