#i randomly remember this and just sit there staring out the window lol

[lover-of-mine]

This is what my hair looked like. What about it could be natural??????????????

Thinking about the time I got asked at the supermarket if my hair was natural (it was platinum blonde with purple money pieces)

[jinkoh]

Pentagon - meeting again in your next life

>Hyung Line | Middle Line | Maknae Line

summary: you're star crossed lovers from a past life and had almost lost hope to ever reunite. when you finally do you want to make sure not to lose him again - except, you're the only one who remembers

tags: SFW, g/n reader, angst

a/n: i just randomly had this idea when i saw some pictures of hyunggu that literally have nothing to do with this at all--the brain works in mysterious ways lol. either way it was a lot of fun writing these. since they turned a little longer i decided to post them in three parts, middle and maknae line will be posted soon! i could imagine writing more for some of these if there's any interest~

Masterlist

Jinho

Someone has been moving around your bicycle that you put into the entryway of your apartment building for weeks now and it’s slowly but surely driving you crazy. Can’t they mind their own business? It’s not like it was in the way!

When you come out of your apartment you finally catch the culprit red handed. You only see his back as he is pushing your bicycle to the side. Immediately there is anger bubbling in your stomach and you rush down the stairs to confront him. 

“Hey!” You jell, your frustration clear in your voice. “Stop doing this every single time!”

He snaps right back, before even turning around to you. “So this is yours?! Didn’t you read the house rules? It’s forbidden to leave it in the hallway.”

You want to retort something, tell him how your bicycle isn’t in the way, but at that moment he finally turns around to face you. When your eyes meet his, you forget how to breathe for a second. It's Jinho. It's your Jinho. You finally hear his voice and see his face after all this time, and something within you just cracks. 

He keeps nagging but you just stare at him, unable to retaliate. And how could you? That was your person right there, the one person you’ve been dying to meet for your whole life. You want to run up to him and hug him and tell him how much you missed him, but it’s clear that Jinho doesn’t remember you. So, instead, you just nod to whatever he says, not even caring about your dumb bicycle at all anymore. 

“Yeah,” you mumble once he stops his rambling. “You’re right, I’ll not leave it there anymore.”

“You—what?” He looks at you, flabbergasted at the sudden understanding, his eyes so wide and brown and exactly the way you remembered them.

Hui

You're a little tired, mindlessly staring out of the train window and watching the scenery passing by. You would have preferred to stay home, since you haven't been in a great mood these days, but this meeting with your friend has been planned for ages now. Maybe it would be able to lift your spirits. 

The train rolls into a station; only one more and you'll have to get off. You watch the people bumbling around at the plattform, as you wait for the train to start its journey again. Until, suddenly, your eyes settle on a familiar figure. It only takes a split second and he is gone again, lost in the crowd. But that's enough time for you to recognize him. 

Hui. 

As if possessed you jump up from your seat and storm to the train's doors, only just making it out before the train sets off again. Your eyes search the platform frantically, trying to find him again. 

There. There he is. 

With hasty steps you make your way through the other people until you finally reach him, tapping onto his shoulder with a breathless “Hui.”

“Uh, yes?” He turns around, eyeing you with a confused but polite smile. “And you are?”

It only takes these three words for your world to shatter. The hope, the relief of finally being reunited again washed away to be replaced with a painful realization: He doesn’t remember you.

Hongseok

You’ve been helping at your local food bank for quite a while already, knowing your way around pretty well. Most of the time you’re helping with the storage, unloading boxes and what not. You’re totally in work mode, sitting in the back of the small delivery van, passing on the boxes to whoever was waiting there to take it. Most of them are newbies, so you briefly tell them where the box is supposed to go before taking the next one for the next person.

“This one goes to the storage room on the first floor” you say, passing on a carton of noodles to some guy, without even looking up properly. His fingers briefly brush against yours and they feel a little calloused but warm.

“Thank you,” he rasps out and you know this voice.

Your head snaps up and you abruptly pull back your hands, taken aback by the familiar voice. The box slips out of his hands, falling to the ground with a loud thud, but you barely even notice.

It’s him, it’s really him. Hongseok.

He looks up, his eyes wide when they meet yours. You think he knows. He has to know.

But then he crouches down, quickly scrambling to pick up the box and the noodle packages that had fallen out.

“I’m so sorry,” he stutters, his voice panicked. “I don’t know why I’m so clumsy today.”

“No, don’t worry,” you press out, unable to take your eyes off him.

He keeps apologizing even though you aren’t angry at all. And how could you be angry at him when you’re finally seeing him again after missing him for an entire lifetime?

Masterlist

[tamerahardy]

Sparks and past lives or repeated patterns….

Work was going good for me. I had reconnected with my old career counselor from Colorado when I first enlisted she had been at my unit and I saw her when I was in processing (small world ain’t it) it had been YEARS 4 years I wanna say and she still remembered me. She connected with top and put in good word for me but he had already been tracking my situation and me being chaptered and rather than putting me on the line doing infantry stuff he let me work in the orderly room until he figured out where to put me so I could progress with my career. Fantastic right? God just sprinkling blessings over his favorite soldier? As focused and disciplined as I was

There had been this particular guy, that had caught my eye. Ola Selwyn-Dudoit. Pay attention to what I say because we are almost done with the story.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I had been at the line company biding my time until top moved me. I had been close to a coworker his name is Strejcek (stretchy)believe it or not his last name is different but he was black. He was a familiar face and made the reality of being at a line company less intense so I stayed close to him. Anywho me and Stretchy were in the company gym we call it a “COF” and I recall looking over randomly just looking around and I saw him to the left of me. I had never seen somebody so insanely beautiful and gorgeous in my life. Like I was STUCK like deer in head lights stuck at the beauty of this man. I wasn’t sure where he was from at the time but I know he wasn’t white or anything. He had been doing some weird workout by himself and intrigued me a bit because he was subtly showing off in front of everybody without it being too obvious and he was excited to be doing it. He was lifting a barbell with heavy weights on it with one hand! lol.

I became infatuated with him and it was not even planned I had just felt something that I really liked and I didn’t even know him. Every morning I would see him during PT hours. Excited as ever and ready to workout or go for a run. He was a specialist during that time (e4 rank) and he was with second platoon under SSG Jenkins (who is now my boss) SSG Jenkins isn’t the easiest to work with he’s very RAW and blunt and impressing him you would really have to be on your shit as infantryman but he had built good rapport with him and that turned me on a bit. I know you wondering how do I know this and I haven’t even talked to the guy but if you have been reading my story you should know by now I do my research and I sit back and analyze and I’m spiritual so I know and feel energy.

There was something familiar about him I felt I was looking in a mirror he was FOCUSED. Aside from his peers who would come to work looking lost or sad to be there he was the opposite he was actually happy to do everything regarding his field of work the more I saw him even it were just a glimpse during PT I was happy o had been STUCK with cupids arrow.

Initially I had ended up moving to a different company and the feelings I felt well they didn’t really disappear but I felt my chance to speak to him did. I moved over the company next door “HHC” so I could work closer to Human Resources specialist the job I was going back into when my reenlistment window opened up.

When I first got to HHC it made me feel like when I got McNair middle how people stare at you because you’re new and they fill you out. I had been working in the office where top and the commander work alongside with a really mean Nco that would become my boss in the orderly room. The guy I was replacing had built a good relationship with everyone so nobody wanted him to leave but top and CSM made the decision and I was for sure his replacement. Given the circumstances he was a MAN capable of doing the infantry he was just biding his time in the orderly room until he got out the military so doing his best at the job to keep his spot was his only choice but I ended up shaking his plans up and he returned back to the line company and I was the new orderly room specialist which many did not like. I endured quite a bit at HHC my leadership they were assholes to me but I endured it all. I had even forgotten about Selwyn in the process. As I endured and made my face known to everyone in my new company people began to see that I really was working to help them because I loved the job and initially they accepted me. My leadership not so much they just “tolerated me” a couple months pass and my old leadership is route PCS to a new duty station. We are about to get a new 1SG and company commander. Deep inside I was very happy but of course I didn’t show it.

It had been just like when I would move to a new apartment complex the group of kids that were there for awhile are leaving while a new group of kids are moving in. I had been hesitant to open up to my new leadership as the ones prior to them had treated me poorly to the point I didn’t speak at work unless spoken to, but 1SG now Sergeant Major Swilley (in which I called my work dad) was different he cared about soldiers and he knows people! He knows how to guide and deal with different energies, alongside our commander at the time CPT Phillips was very welcoming and cool as shit! He had done his time on the line and he had been at point where he was ready for something new but taking this deployment to Korea was a bonus $$$. Again god sprinkling blessings on me I went from experiencing a terrible leadership to having these two it was truly amazing and the dark cloud had been lifted. I could finally work in a not so hostile environment and SPEAK!

The NCO that was over me at the time that treated me like shit was not deploying with me and I was so happy but I was gonna be on my own which didn’t really bother me too too much I had been acting like a whipped dog and you know ppl in the military can be very racist. It was the reset I needed to be able to be thrown into the wolves and take this on by myself.

And then October comes … I have dropped liyah off in Atlanta and set off for Korea

[cat3ch1sm]

🌳| lolz im away rn so i queued this post- enjoy ily<33 (slight tw i think)

random phantom troupe headcanons

· the phantom troupe will not sexually assault ppl. like ever- they find it disgusting. they'll sic feitan on you, they'll kill ur whole family, they'll steal ur most precious heirlooms- but they will not commit any sexual crimes, and especially don't condone pedophilia (which is one of the reasons why none of them are fond of hisoka lmao)

· sometimes on missions, they'll have to seduce targets for information- but they won't let shizuku go any further than flirt with someone. they think she's a little too young to try anything yet

· pakunoda is really good at baking for some reason- sometimes she'll show up w random pastries for the troupe lol

· machi low-key has a thing for shizuku. like it's almost impossible to tell but she'll sometimes sidle closer to her during meetings or "accidentally" bump into her just to help her pick up her stuff

· feitan sometimes sleeps w stuffed animals when he's all alone, it makes him feel safe

· this is for sure an obvious one but paku has had quite a few nip slips. whenever it happens there's always someone that casually walks over and stands in front of her while she fixes it

· phinks and uvo jokingly call paku "mommy" bc duh

· chrollo always threatens to fire everyone bc whenever hisoka goes off somewhere they always beg him over and over to let them kill him

· kalluto is a little too fond of cross-dressing and doesn't care if someone accidentally calls him a girl

· nobunaga says "that's gay" whenever something he thinks is stupid or just doesn't like happens

· shizuku overshares like a lot, to the point where the other Spiders get uncomfortable- and it's worse bc she never remembers sharing anything so she does it again the next day

· chrollo randomly goes into those big Catholic cathedrals and just sits there dramatically with the sun shining through the stained glass windows. he thinks he looks mysterious and enchanting but everyone else is just creeped out

· illumi doesn't say otherwise if someone says that he and hisoka are like a romantic thing. not that he actually has feelings for hisoka but he just doesnt really care

· little kids really like feitan for like no reason. they'll be all like "wow your mask is so cool!" and he'll literally stand there and panic while the kids stare up at him like he's the coolest person on the planet (although who's to say he isn't😐)

· the entire phantom troupe is just so over kurapika. like they've kinda put the uvo thing in the past and a lot of them are very annoyed that the chain user is still looking for revenge

· bonolenov can't get vaccinated or anything bc WHERE THE FUCK ARE HIS VEINS

· kortopi is kinda the outcast of the group. he doesn't have much fighting ability and his appearance is a little eerie so most of the members are just inclined to ignore him

· paku loves(would love? ;( ) to dress kalluto up like one of those lolita girls on Pinterest

· kalluto kinda clings to illumi or chrollo bc he wants approval from someone, illumi and chrollo are both ok with it

· shalnark and shizuku follow on_a_downward_spiral on ig

· shalnark is a major insomniac

· who knows who but several members of the troupe have had romantic/sexual encounters w one another

· every last member is very touch-starved

· franklin puts his earlobes in a ponytail sometimes

· shalnark cannot hear shit when he's listening to music with his headphones on

· nobunaga says "im gonna kill myself" at any minor inconvenience

· phinks and nobunaga watch kids shows just to criticize them and yell at the tv

· machi gets seriously irritable and crabby when she's hungry

· she also fantasizes about kicking hisoka in the balls

· shalnark has repeatedly asked (would have 😐) illumi if he and hisoka are actually getting married

· paku kinda shipped killugon

[arysbruv]

Two Petes in a Pod

Authors note: Slightly based on this post i made a while back. Legit sorry if any of these are OOC or anything! I tried my best to portray them correctly and everything. Either way happy reading lol

“Thank you so much for letting me stay here, Ms. Maximoff!” Peter Parker says, carrying his box into the small house. Wanda smiles at the young boy.

“No problem dear, I could use the company.”

Peter smiles back.

After the spell, everyone had forgotten Peter. He wasn’t in any pictures, any assignments, and videos. It was as if he had been wiped off the surface of the planet. He knew what the outcome of the spell would be, he knew the consequences. Still, he couldn’t help but feel lonely. Every one of his friends didn’t remember him, and he did not know how to cope with it. He tried making new friends, but it was so hard. So when Wanda Maximoff randomly called him up, and asked how he was doing, he bursted into tears. Wanda had taken pity on him and offered him a place. She knew what it felt to be alone. She couldn’t leave him alone.

“Sorry the place is a bit messy, I thought I asked my brother to clean up the place…”She bites the inside of her cheeks, as she scans the place. Peter’s eyes widen as he looks at her. Confusion laced in his face.

“Your- Your brother? But I thought your brother-“

“You know how you told me different variants of you came through? Well, he’s a variant of my brother,” Wanda says, cutting him off. Peter nods deeply. Wanda sighs. 

“I told him to clean up, honestly that-“ A gust of wind blows in front of the two Avengers.

“What do you mean? This place is spotless!” A man says, sitting down on the couch. Peter looks at the man. He had silver hair and was wearing a blueish grey singlet. He had a lopsided smile splashed across his face. He came in there in a blink of an eye. Silver hair, super speed. Quicksilver. 

“Who’s the shortie?” 

Wanda rolls her eyes, Peter extends his hand stiffly towards the man. “I’m Peter, Peter Parker. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Pietro Maximoff sir.” 

“Actually, I don’t go by Pietro. I go by Peter. Also, no need to call me Sir. Just call me Peter.” Peter says, speeding up to him. He grins. Parker only smiles back at him, the sudden gust of wind hitting his face causing his hair to be ruffled beyond imagination. The silver haired man laughed. 

“Wow- No wonder they call you the fastest man alive! Wait- were u like running? or walking during that superspeed? Does it matter if you run or walk? How is it like when you use your power-“

“Well, I’ll leave you to both to get to know each other,” Wanda says interrupting Spider-man’s list of questions that were escaping his mouth faster than he could control. Parker bites his lip, turning towards Wanda.

“Where are you going miss?” He asks. Peter Maximoff cocks an eyebrow at the usage of Ms on his sister. 

“I’m going to go talk to Strange. You two can hang out. There’s food in the fridge.”

Wanda says, turning to the door. Looking back she smiles at the two boys who were staring at her as she left.

“Please don’t destroy the house.”

~

“You left Spider-man AND your brother together, unattended?!” Dr. Strange shouts, quickly creating a portal to the edge of Westview.

“I don’t see what the big deal is!” Wanda says, walking through the portal behind Strange. Her arms crossed as she looks around the quiet but lovely neighbourhood. If only Vision could see it.

“The big deal, is THAT!” Dr. Strange exclaims, pointing out Wanda’s house that had webs slung all across the building. Wanda bites her lips. Speechless.

“OH SH- PETER 1 SHE’S BACK!” Peter Parker shouts, running from the window to the kitchen where the silver haired man.

“ALREADY?” He shouts back. 

“WE HAVE TO-“ 

The world turned to a stop. Peter Maximoff sighs, looking at the Peter’s mouth which was still open mid sentence. He cracks his knuckles and plugs in his earphones before getting to work. Grabbing tissues and quickly removing any signs of chaos and tomfoolery that had happened.

He never knew that science could be so fun. He remembered he sometimes had fun with Scott and Kurt during his father’s physics lessons and Hank’s chemistry lessons, but still he never remembered it being this fun.

Peter Parker was an avid science fan and asked if they could do experiments together on their capabilities. It was the most fun he’d had in months. With Wanda, he felt as though he was the younger one. He knew in this universe he was but Wanda seemed so much more mature than him even though he was born in 50’s. He related more to Parker. He was a teenager who was trying to live his life. He related to that, even though he was closer to Wanda’s age.

He places the final cushion on the couch. Before going back and taking the can of coke in the fridge. 

“-HURRY” Peter Parker finally finishes as Peter Maximoff takes a sip of the coke.

“WHAT HAPPENED- What-“ Wanda’s voice shouts from the living room. Peter Parker stares at the silver haired Maximoff, who only winked at him in return before walking to the living.

“Oh Wanda your back! And you brought at friend over!” Peter Maximoff shouts.

“I could’ve sworn-“ The other man says. 

“It doesn’t matter, everything’s fixed now!” The silver haired man said, grinning at his sister.

“Peter, I trust you alright. You mess up this house again, and I’ll make sure you’ll regret it!” Wanda says to her brother who only smiles back.

“Love you too sis.”

“That goes for you too Spidey!” 

Peter Parker who still stayed frozen near the fridge by his own choice, gulps. He looks back to the doorway to see Wanda not looking the slightest bit angry. She was… smiling? Was she amused.

Parker smiles, that smile quickly evolving into a laugh. A laugh that he hadn’t done in months. A true laugh.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

just kidding, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: There was a time where you would be out partying, getting drunk and fucking up a storm. But you’re different now. You stopped drinking. Now you’re the one waiting for Kim Taehyung to call so you can pick him up from his drunken adventures. There’s just one small hitch –  Taehyung’s roommate, Jeon Jungkook, offering you a mojito.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, (a little) alcohol consumption; slight crack at the start lol; smut (fem reader, thigh riding, handjob, fingering, m-receiving oral); non-idol!AU; Jungkook is a tempter and he knows it; noona!reader and you’re a nympho, whoops

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“I don’t drink.”

“Oh.”

Jeon Jungkook blinked at you, holding out the mojito.

“But… I made it.”

“That’s true. But I don’t drink.”

He pursed his lips and frowned.

“You sure?” he asked, putting on his best puppy eyes.

“Yup.”

“I promise it’s not poisoned.”

You laughed, jangling your car keys. “I have to drive later. But also, I do not drink.”

He nodded and took a sip of it. “It’s really smooth.”

You smiled and went back to your phone. Kim Taehyung was supposed to text you in a bit so you could pick him up from a party. In exchange, he let you borrow his computer to play League of Legends since he had a better PC and internet than your apartment. There was an event going on, so you had to grind games. You were getting tired though and you didn’t want to be in the middle of a game when Taehyung called half-drunk.

Now you were sitting on the couch, as Taehyung’s roommate Jeon Jungkook stood there and took sips from his mojito. Just standing there, thinking. He did that a lot, drifting off into space randomly. You figured it was some sort of weird habit. He was wearing a striped black-and-white turtleneck and black leather pants. His cheek-length black hair was pinned back on the right side, revealing his undercut. It seemed like he was going out, but he had spent all night in his room before going to the kitchen and then appearing with said mojito. Why? Honestly, you had no idea.

“Are you going somewhere?” you asked, looking up at him from the sofa.

Jungkook snapped out of it and stared at you. “What?”

You pointed to his outfit. “You’re dressed all fancy.”

Jungkook looked down. “Oh. Uh, not really. I was going to go with Taehyung tonight but I had an assignment to finish that I forgot about. I never changed.”

You nodded. Hm.

Okay.

“How do you know Taehyung-ssi, anyway, noona?”

“I sucked his dick once.”

Jungkook nearly dropped his glass.

You calmly scrolled through Instagram. You flickered your eyes up to see Jungkook’s shocked face and his red ears.

“I’m kidding,” you chuckled, seeing Jungkook blink rapidly to collect himself. “I used to be the Biology lab TA. He’d ask for help a lot. And he plays League, so we ended up hanging out. Also, I have a car.”

“R-right…” Jungkook crab-walked to the armchair next to the sofa and sat down, placing his drink on the table. “Right, yeah.”

You two sat in silence, rather comfortable for you, rather awkward for Jungkook. You didn’t come here that often, but it was always only to borrow Taehyung’s internet or to pick him up from random outings. It was never a big deal to you, as Taehyung was always nice and bought you food later as thanks. As for Jeon Jungkook, he was just kind of there. Introverted, quiet, sometimes piped up to inquire about something when he was curious. You weren’t exactly talkative, but he didn’t bother you either, so it was never too memorable.

“What’s on your shirt?” Jungkook asked, tilted his head.

You lifted your phone to give him a better look at the nine-pointed star and bleeding goat head of your long-sleeved black shirt. “It’s an American metal band.”

Jungkook blinked at you. “You listen to metal?”

You put your phone back down. “Yup.”

You suddenly remembered your legs were wide open because you were wearing your black velvet pants and they were hot as fuck. Wearing these was a mistake. You closed your legs and settled them on the couch. They had been expensive though, so you felt like you had to wear them to get your money’s worth. Damnnit. Why did you buy these again?

“Why don’t you drink alcohol?”

You closed Instagram and opened Twitter. “Because I become sexually uninhibited.”

Silence.

You looked up to see Jungkook trying to process what you said, imaginary question marks popping on top of his head.

“It means I fuck anything with legs, Jungkook.”

His brown doe eyes went wide. “W-what?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, you know, one time one of my friends caught me in a room with my clothes off blowing three guys at once, so I figured, hmm, maybe I shouldn’t drink anymore. That ever happen to you?” you added nonchalantly.

Jungkook shook his head so quickly his long black hair floated in the air.

“Huh. Well, me neither,” you chuckled. “I was just kidding.”

Jungkook looked like a mother who was trying to process all of their child’s sex escapades. “That’s good then. Whew,” he remarked with an awkward laugh. He took another long, hasty sip of his mojito.

“It was four guys.”

Jungkook nearly choked. He snapped his head up to see your shoulders shaking as you tried to contain your snickering, hiding behind your phone. He glared at you, clearing his throat sharply.

“You shouldn’t lie, noona,” he muttered, frowning.

You lowered your phone and straightened. “I was laughing at your expression. I wasn’t lying.”

He narrowed his eyes, disbelieving. “About what part?” he said warily.

“I do not drink because I will literally try to fuck anyone in my immediate vicinity when I’m drunk,” you stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “You can imagine it’s not very good for my sexual health or my social life as I stumble out of a party covered in cum of four guys I don’t know.”

Jungkook was in the middle of drinking his mojito and swallowed so hard the entire drink disappeared into his throat.

“What?” he wheezed out, slamming his chest with his fist.

You put your hands up. “It happens.”

Jungkook looked as if he as going to pass out, either from the image or from drinking too fast. You picked up your phone again and set Taehyung a text.

Are you dead? I think I killed your roommate.

Jungkook shook his head vigorously. “You must be joking.”

“Nope, that actually happened. Ask Taehyung.”

Jungkook looked taken aback. “What?” he said again in the same panicked tone.

“I told you someone found me.”

You swore that if this was the Wild West, a tumbleweed would have drifted by. Jungkook looked as white as a sheet. You calmly plucked the glass from his hand since it seemed like he was rapidly losing focus of his surroundings.

“How… That’s so dangerous!” Jungkook sputtered, seemingly coming back to life.

“Indeed, which is why I am sitting here right now and not piss drunk in a random bedroom in someone’s house,” you replied calmly, waiting for Taehyung to text you back. “See, this is why you don’t offer me a drink because then I would try to fuck you. You’ve been spared.”

Jungkook gave you a very strange expression and suddenly crossed one leg over the other. You rubbed your eyes. Hopefully Taehyung didn’t stay out too late. You were getting sleepy.

“Well, you still have to be attracted to them, r-right?” Jungkook commented, looking away and biting his knuckle.

You didn’t look up from your phone.

“I suppose. I don’t really have a type, and when you’re drunk you only look at the parts you’re attracted to anyway and forget about anything else,” you responded, chuckling at a cute cat picture. “At least you’re attractive, so if I met you at a party drunk, I’d fuck you, easy.” Owls could sit cross-legged? What? You squinted at the meme, trying to see if it was Photoshopped.

Silence. Absolute fucking silence.

You decided that it seemed unlikely the photo of this sitting owl was Photoshopped and lifted your head to see Jungkook staring at you like you had three heads.

“What?”

“You’re…” Jungkook chuckled awkwardly. “Just kidding, right?”

You blinked. “What? About you being attractive?” You pointed to him. “No. I’m not. You’re handsome, Jungkook.”

You saw his ears turning red once again. “Ahaha… but you wouldn’t fuck me, right?”

“I would.”

A crow cawed loudly outside the window.

Jungkook wasn’t blinking. Was he dead? Was Taehyung going to come home to a statue of a roommate? You tilted your head and waved your hand in front of his face. Jungkook didn’t move. Maybe he went into shock.

“Jungkook? You alive in there?” you asked, waving your hand some more.

He blinked rapidly, startling you. “I… I…”

Okay, now he was scaring you. Was he broken? Did Taehyung have an A.I. for a roommate and not tell you? Taehyung, please come home and oil your Jungkook, you thought dryly as you watched him scrunch up his nose, as if he was trying to stretch his face muscles out.

“You surprised me,” Jungkook sputtered, nervously rubbing the back of his head. “I just… there’s no way…”

“That I would fuck you?” you replied, completely chill. He turned even redder. You placed a hand on your cheek and rested your elbow on the couch. “Why not? You’re cute, have nice fashion sense, seem like a decent guy.”

Yeah, Jungkook was definitely breaking down because he did not seem to know how to form proper sentences anymore. He was like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth awkwardly.

“But, I couldn’t though.” You cut off his attempts to fathom a thought. He stiffened, his doe eyes shifting to you. “Because you’re Taehyung’s friend, not a stranger. I try not to mess up my friendships, you know?”

He swallowed thickly. “R-right.”

You removed your hand from your cheek and cracked your neck, leaning back against the plushy couch arm. Sheesh, where was Taehyung? You could have played an entire ARAM in the time he was messing about. He told you around this time, but perhaps he had run late. Oh well.

“But… if he doesn’t know…”

Hold up.

You lifted your head, slowly, slowly to Jungkook’s nervous stare and shifty eyes.

“I mean, if Taehyung doesn’t know… doesn’t count, right?” he asked innocently.

His dark hair obscured part of his angular face, pink lips slightly parted. His eyes were watching your every move like a hawk, brows furrowed slightly. The living room light reflected off his glowing tan skin and the glossiness of his lips.

If you don’t stop looking like that, you thought. There’s going to be consequences.

“Let’s not tread dangerous waters here,” you said quietly.

One of his dark eyebrows quirked upwards ever-so-slightly. “How is it dangerous? Taehyung’s going to call you when he needs to be picked up. He’s going to see the inside of your car before he even sees the inside of this apartment.”

Uh oh. Now your heart was beating fast. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Alcohol made you sexually uninhibited because you really, really enjoyed having sex. Far too much. But you couldn’t go through life fucking everything with legs (or without them – to be honest, it wasn’t that strict of a requirement) because, hello, societal standards? Social appropriateness of maybe not fucking the cashier at your favorite coffee spot or your friend’s roommate in his apartment? You know, you had to be a productive human being and not a damn nympho. Wasn’t like you were getting paid for it.

Jungkook lifted his leg from his knee and spread them, tilting his chin upward.

Oh ho?

Well, now you knew why Jungkook crossed his legs, because a very obvious bulge was struggling in his leather pants. Where was embarrassed Jungkook? Shocked Jungkook? The Jungkook that was stunned at your crude words and straightforward manner?

Give him back. This is too much.

Perhaps you had been a little too frank for once – ah, who are you kidding, you’d probably been in this situation before.

Jungkook’s right hand slid up his thigh, long fingers with tiny, delicate tattoos, tracing the contours of his muscular quads. You tilted your head as he danced his fingers along his inner thigh before spreading them over his bulge and cupping it, stroking slowly through the thick fabric as he licked his lips.

“I am not drunk enough for this,” you muttered.

“Are you scared?” Jungkook asked softly, still palming himself through his pants. “Scared Taehyungie will be mad at you?” You felt a muscle in your face twitch. It seemed that he knew he was getting the better of you, because his voice was dropping low, sultry. You did not like being challenged, because well… you always tried to rise to the challenge. To your detriment, sometimes.

“Is Taehyung the boss of you?”

Fuck.

You snapped your head at him, narrowing your eyes.

“No one is the boss of me,” you replied icily.

Jungkook softened his features, laying his head back in the armchair. His hair curled around his cheek as his breathing deepened. His teeth caught his lower lip and gradually released it, the pink flesh popping back into place. The tiny mole under his lip trembled.

“Then do whatever you want, noona.”

Your eyes narrowed to slits, nails digging into your palms.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Jungkook’s voice was a smokey wisp, soaking into you.

“Just imagining you on your knees, naked, covered in cum…” He groaned, rocking his hips into his hand. “Sounds so fucking hot.”

Well. It had been. It was fucking hot, it made you wet just thinking about that night. It had felt amazing as the cum dripped down your skin, covering you, making you filthy with your sinful lust, so delicious and raw and dirty that right now you sat up, spreading your legs again because the space between your thighs was too fucking hot, too fucking much. Stupid velvet pants.

You got up from the couch, eyes still on Jungkook, his pupils dilating, tongue tracing the outskirts of his lips. He leaned his head back a little and moaned your name, long and lustful, eyelids fluttering. His dark hair brushed against his brows.

“Stop,” you breathed, reaching down to push your shirt up. Your fingers hovered over the button of your pants. Too hot. Too fucking hot. “You’re doing this on purpose. You’re tempting me.”

The side of his lips curved upward into a lazy smirk.

“I am.”

You placed your phone on the coffee table. The sound was on. Taehyung still hadn’t texted you. You would hear it vibrate against the wood. You took another step, unbuttoning your pants. Fuck. Why was Jungkook so sexy? You could resist if he wasn’t so damn hot.

“Don’t want you to think…” You swallowed; throat tight. “Don’t want you to think I’m treating you like a sex object.” The zipper of your pants slid down. “Because you seem like a nice guy.”

He smiled, undoing his pants too, sighing as the zipper freed his bulge.

“If I was your sex object…” Jungkook purred, pushing his tight leather pants down, down. “Even for only a little bit, I wouldn’t hold it against you, noona.”

Now your velvet pants were being peeled off your hips, leaving you in your seamless black panties. Oh, fuck, his thighs. Muscular and powerful, skin so pretty you wanted to touch. His eyes slid down your body.

“Holy shit, your thighs.”

Seemed like you both had the same idea. You climbed onto Jungkook’s lap, straddling one of his thighs. Now he was close to you, smelling like fresh linen, presence so warm and powerful you were being drugged by it. Your hands slid onto his shoulders, gripping them finger by finger, breathing hard as he tensed them. Slowly, you sat down on his left thigh, gasping as your soaked, clothed heat touched him. He grinned, flexing it under you. His own hand slid up your thigh, squeezing it, watching his fingers sink into your softness.

“Now, this,” Jungkook breathed, staring into your eyes. “This is a sexy body.”

Your heart was beating so fast, so fast. He watched you closely, eyes so dark that you felt like you were drowning in them. You rolled your hips into his thigh, hissing as you became wetter. He flexed the muscle under you, hard and unforgiving, sitting back and letting you rub yourself against it. You smeared your juices into his skin, stimulating your clit, inhaling sharply. Jungkook was still clutching your thigh, his large hand pressed into you.

“Is that enough for you?” he drawled, his other hand sliding up to land on your other thigh. “Is that all you want from me?”

Your eyes flickered to his playful, daring brown orbs.

“There’s no time…” you muttered.

“Take off your panties,” he nudged.

He placed his hands on your waist and lifted you up. You bit your lip, uncertain.

“Noona, I want you to feel good.”

He slipped one finger on the side of your black panties and pushed down. You took the other side and pushed them down, raising your legs to pull out one and then the other. Your panties fluttered to the ground. Jungkook’s gaze on you as you lowered again, bare and dripping, onto his thick thigh. Oh, holy hell. He tensed it and pressed your hips down, grinding his thigh onto your slopping wet pussy. You moaned, grasping his forearms through his turtleneck, feeling the strength in them, the hardness. You closed your eyes, humping his thigh, lost in bliss.

“Can you cum like that?” You felt Jungkook lean forward, lips brushing against yours. “Cum you cum just by rubbing yourself on me?”

Tiny, rigid nods. “If you... kiss me.”

He groaned as he felt your opening tense on his skin. “I thought you would never ask.”

And then his lips were on yours, soft, delicate. Sweet, erotic kisses contrasting with how hard you were fucking his leg, his tongue dancing in the periphery of yours, dodging you playfully as you whined, clutching him tighter. He pressed you down harder, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You shuddered, wetness pooling at his kisses, your core tightening as he whispered your name into your lips.

“Your body is so fucking delectable,” his murmured. “So sexy, it’s sinful.”

You clenched your jaw as you basically rammed your hips into his thigh, slippery and hard, your clit throbbing with need.

“Cum for me, noona.” You could feel his lips form the words as he kissed you, awe in his voice. “Cum on my thigh.”

You dug your nails into his clothed arms and shut your eyes, moaning his name, feeling the strings inside you snap, pleasure waterfalling into you as you came, squelching onto his skin, so viscous and thick that it added to the lubrication, your swollen clit throbbing. Your eyelids fluttered as his hands pressed you down, grinding your hips into his muscle so you could ride your high, extend it until you were melting, hands falling from his arms. He cradled you gently, your chest heaving with effort.

“J-Jungkook…”

“Mhm?”

You cracked your eyes open. “Has my phone made any noise?”

He shook his head. His dark hair covered part of his left eye. “No, noona.”

“Ah.”

Maybe Taehyung was getting laid. Good for him.

“I’m going to touch you now,” you stated. To the point.

Jungkook grinned.

You reached down to his black boxer briefs and yanked them down, freeing his cock and balls. He lifted his legs a little and you pushed them down, but he took your hand, placing it on his semi-hard cock. He moaned as your fingers wrapped around him.

“Do you want to take it off?” you asked quietly, referring to his underwear.

“No,” Jungkook replied tightly, cupping his hand around yours, using your hand to stroke himself a few times. “I can’t wait anymore.”

You nudged his hand aside and began your pace. He leaned back, gasping softly. Your grip wasn’t what it used to be. Carpal tunnel was a bitch. Still, you furrowed your brow, concentrating, He swelled in your hand, pre-cum leaking at the red tip dripping onto your fingers. You stopped for a moment to coat your palm with it, bringing it to your mouth and licking your hand, moaning at his taste. Jungkook shivered, watching your saliva spread all over before returning to his cock, adding to the lubrication.

He pressed his head into the back of the armchair, hips rising as you started again, jaw tense.

“I’m not as good as before,” you gritted out. “My wrist–”

“It’s perfect,” Jungkook interjected. “Fuck, your hand is perfect.”

He was rock hard in your hand as you jacked him off. You snuck a glance at him. His hands were on his face, combing through his dark hair, eyes closing, mouth open as he moaned, rutting into your palm.

He was just so, so sensual that it was driving you insane, his noises making you wet. There was something feral about it, the way he looked at you through his lashes.

“Can I finger you?” he pleaded. “Please.”

Your hips were raised to get a good angle, your arousal already dripping down your thigh.

“Of course. Touch me, Jungkook.”

He lowered his hands, hair all over his face, staring at you through the veil. His fingers slid up your thigh, slipping in between. Dipping in, moaning as he touched your wetness. You sucked in a breath, feeling his fingertip graze your swollen clit. Your grip tightened.

“Jungkook.” Your eyes found his, glazed with lust. “You can be rougher with me. If you want.”

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Don’t want to hurt you…”

You smirked.

“You forget who you’re talking to.”

He pushed two fingers into you, feeling you suck him in as you stroked him, smile still on your lips. Jungkook grinned, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbed it as he began to thrust his fingers into you, matching your pace, the two of you focused on getting each other off, breath mixing between your bodies.

“Noona?”

“Yeah?” you panted, whimpering at his roughness, his fingers scissoring in you, stretching your walls as you squeezed back, faster and faster.

“Wanna cum in your mouth.”

You chuckled as he shoved a third finger into you, punishing your clit repeatedly, so full, so good, it was making you crazy, but you had to focus, you had to get him off.

“This is a weird angle.”

Jungkook suddenly pulled his fingers out and pinched your clit, making you hiss and your legs shake, pained whimpers clawing from your throat.

“Do it.” His voice was a low growl. “Do it and I’ll reward you.”

You slid off the chair, still stroking his cock, narrowing your eyes at him. Jungkook looked down at you, smirk on his pretty pink lips, whispering your name. You removed your hand and replaced it with your mouth. Fuck. He sighed, hand coming up to tangle in your hair, not quite pressing you down but holding you there, his taste coating your tongue, his hard length throbbing in your mouth. You moaned onto his cock and his hips trembled, his long bangs covering his left eye.

Ugh, the way he looked at you. Your felt your pussy clench, demanding his cock.

Instead, you began to move your head up and down, soft lips around him, mouth tight around the head and length. His hand stayed there, moving with you, firm, reminding you that you couldn’t stop, that you had to keep going until he came. You set a nice, fast, tight pace, already knowing he was close, hearing his breathy groans, repeating your name over and over.

“Always thought you were fuckable,” Jungkook panted out. “Always wanted you in my bed.” He pressed his head into the armchair, shutting his eyes. “Couldn’t figure out how to convince you, couldn’t figure out how to tell you that I wanted you so very much.”

You tightened your throat around him and he dug his nails into your scalp, breathing shallow and tight.

“Gonna cum, noona, fuck, gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.”

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, his orgasm filling your mouth, coating your tongue, slipping down your throat. You gulped and he yelped at the sensitivity, whimpering as you softly lapped at the head, cleaning him off. Drinking it all, intoxicated with it, so satisfied swallowing it all.

Oh, how you loved sex.

You slowly removed your mouth crawling back up, no longer aware of your obligations to Taehyung, only interested in brushing Jungkook’s hair aside and kissing him deep, moaning as his tongue forced into your mouth, tasting himself. His hand slipped back into your folds and three fingers deep into you, fucking you. You whined into his mouth, telling him how good he was, telling him how good he felt inside you, telling him you how much you wanted his cock, his beautiful, thick cock jammed all the way inside you.

The door lock clicked and neither of you heard anything.

“Ah, I managed to hitch a ride with Jim– WHAT THE FUCK?”

Taehyung’s deep voice boomed throughout the apartment and you were still making out with Jungkook’s face as his fingers thrust into your slopping wet pussy, spreading you out. You whimpered as Jungkook broke the kiss, pushing you against his body as Taehyung slammed the door and marched in, kicking off his shoes carelessly.

“Fucking shit, why are you like this, fucking everything in your sight, you absolute–”

You turned your head, somewhat ashamed, feeling somewhat sorry – but not that sorry, because Jungkook’s fingers were still inside you. Taehyung’s strong features were twisted in annoyance, but he wasn’t looking at you.

He was scowling at Jungkook.

“I told you,” Taehyung said sharply, sweeping his lush fur coat back to reveal his black turtleneck and black slacks, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook. “Not to get her started, because she is a horny seductress.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Excuse me?”

Taehyung ticked his head, looking down at you. “Am I wrong?”

You pouted. “Well, no.”

“And,” he added, directing his attention at you. “Why would you not ask me to fuck first? I’ve seen you naked hundreds of times!”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “Hundreds?”

Taehyung ignored him, leaning down and taking your chin. Brown eyes a mix of angry and amused, observing your lust. “I am offended that I respected you and you’re sitting in my roommate’s lap instead of mine.” His breath seemed like alcohol.

Your lips parted, heart beating fast. “S-sorry, Tae… You’re just always dragging me out of weird stuff that I thought you were disgusted by me…”

Taehyung brought his face close to you. You loved his voice. So deep, so intense, so heavy. It seemed to shake your soul with bass.

“I’ve wanted you on my dick the second I saw you.”

And then he kissed you, hard and full, as Jungkook’s fingers began to move inside you once again.

-

part ii: kth x you x jjk

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[mimi-cee-hq]

A Wrong Guess - Tendou x Reader

Pairing: Tendou x f!reader

Summary: When Tendou sees you watching their practice, he makes a wrong guess and thinks you like Ushijima. But what he doesn't expect was for this timid girl to fall for him.

Genre: fluff!!!

Author's notes: I know for some people, it's physically impossible to tell that they are blushing. So whenever the reader is blushing, just pretend you're in the anime world where a blush is always visible no matter your skin colour. lolll.

Author's notes 2: I randomly wondered what it would look like if a timid girl liked Tendou because I like putting unconventional personality pairings together. So this was the result. :)

Words: 1,320

*****

“Hm? What are you looking at?”

“EEEEP!” You screamed, shivers running down your spines. You hesitated to look over your shoulder, but when you finally did, you saw Tendou’s large eyes expecting an answer from you. You looked down, fiddling with your fingers. You had been watching the boys' volleyball team, specifically Ushijima. You wanted to watch his spiking approach and form in secret, but now you were caught by Tendou.

Unfortunately, he figured out exactly whom you were watching. “Wakatoshi! I think Y/n wants to talk to you!” Tendou called out to him. But before you gave Ushijima a chance to walk to the gym doors where you stood, you ran away, not wanting to talk to the intimidating volleyball player.

“What's this, Y/n?" Tendou later asked that day. "Do you have a crush on Wakatoshi?” Sitting backwards in his chair and leaning onto your desk, he cocked his head in curiosity.

“I- I don’t,” you said, almost in a whisper.

“Then why were you stalking him?”

“I- I wasn’t stalking him!” you answered in a fluster. It must have looked that way to Tendou. “I was just - “ You stopped midway, wondering if Tendou would take it the wrong way. You didn't want him to think you were creepy.

Tendou did take your hesitation the wrong way, but not the way you expected. He was convinced you liked Ushijima and would try to get him to talk to you. He would even bring you to their team outings over the next few months.

One of those days included a typical Wednesday. Those were when both the boys' and girls' volleyball teams practiced in separate gyms. Tendou came just before practice ended and brought you to hang out with the boys.

“Now, now,” he told you and Ushijima, his arms around both of your shoulders. “Don’t be shy.” The three of you walked behind as the rest of the team went ahead into the convenience store. But what Tendou didn’t know was that over these months you had developed a crush on him.

You gave Ushijima a polite smile and he returned it with a nod. When he wasn’t looking, you took Tendou’s hand to stop him from continuing into the store.

“Hm?” Tendou tilted his head close to get a better look at your face. “Is there something wrong?”

“Umm…,” your voice stopped short of speaking your thoughts.

Tendou, noticing you were biting your lip, gave you a soft smile. “I’m listening,” he told you.

Your heart started to beat faster. You were reminded of how you fell for him. He was gentle with you and took the time to listen to you, knowing how shy you were. And here you were, with everyone else inside the convenience store, still hesitating while he was waiting for you.

“D- Do you want to watch me?” you stuttered.

“Eh?” Tendou blinked a few times.

“Volleyball,” you managed to spit out. “I want you to watch me play volleyball.”

*****

"Ehhh?" Tendou gently placed his hands on your shoulders from behind you. "So when exactly were you going to tell me that you were a middle blocker like me? Hmm?"

You felt Tendou's fingers dance on your shoulders. You blushed, hoping your teammates didn't notice. During the game, you heard Tendou's yelps and cheers - and of course his singing. He made one up on the spot just for you and you couldn't help but giggle during the practice game.

"I wanted to show you," you replied, playing with your fingers, not quite having the courage to look at him in the eye. "What did you think?"

"You're basically the ace, Y/n!" Tendou replied. "Ack! No offense!" He told the rest of your teammates while putting his hands up. (Your teammates waved off his comment because they wholeheartedly agreed with him.) "You might even be cooler than Wakatoshi," he said, his head over your shoulder. "Being a middle blocker is the best, isn't it?"

He slipped his arms around your neck. It was a habit of his that he developed these past few weeks. You placed a hand on his, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. It was a natural gesture and he hugged you a little closer as your teammates continued to chat. One of them raised an eyebrow at you, noticing your blush.

"Gah!!!!" Tendou suddenly let go of you, raising his arms up in the air.

With your brows curled with concern, you asked, "What's wrong, Tendou?"

"Nothing!" he squeaked. "I - uh - just remembered something." You smiled at him, finding his dramatic gestures to be cute. His shoulders relaxed then gave you a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Next time you should bring Wakatoshi, hm?"

Your stomach churned, forgetting he still thought you liked Ushijima. You stared at the floor as voices continued to mumble around you. Glancing up at Tendou, when he thought you weren't looking, you saw a conflicted smile on his face. You wondered what was troubling him to make him look like that.

*****

You slurped on your favorite cold café drink. Ushijima sat across from you, sipping on his coffee. You met him by chance while walking down the street when he offered to buy you something.

Your finger wiped the condensation off your cup, rubbing against your thumb and making your fingers moist. You suddenly jumped at hearing Ushijima's deep voice. Not paying attention the first time, you asked him to repeat what he said.

"Why haven't you told Tendou he guessed wrong?" he asked.

You gave a weak smile. "I don't know." The guilt started to gnaw at your stomach. He had misunderstood your feelings for so long. You didn't know how to tell him.

"He's outside," Ushijima pointed out. Peeking out of the café window, you saw a batch of red among the green bushes. You giggled at the sight, wondering if he knew his stealth skills weren't the best.

You approached Tendou without him noticing. Crouching beside him, you softly said, "Tendou."

"Gahhh!" he yelped, raising his hands up from being caught. "Eh?" he raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here, Y/n? Aren't you supposed to be on a date with Wakatoshi?"

"It wasn't a date. And I left him."

"Why did you do that?" he said, his mouth gaping at you. "Weren't you having fun?"

You raised your eyes to look at his. Placing your palm on his hand, you told him, "No."

Tendou blinked for a moment, then his eyes grew when he noticed the warmth on his hand. "Hold on a moment," he said as he put a hand to his forehead. "It can't be me, right?"

You looked away, too shy to keep eye contact, but you gave him a definite nod so he wouldn't keep doubting himself. He finally guessed correctly. When you finally took a peak at him, you saw a sight you had never seen before. His face was covered in a pink that spread to the tips of his ears. The hand over his mouth also had a hint of red, and his eyes looked elsewhere, embarrassed at his current state. That look didn't help to ease your own blush.

"I guess it can't be helped, hm?" Tendou said after clearing his throat, trying to cover up what just happened in the last five minutes. Taking your hand, he told you, "I guess you're stuck with me now, princess."

You felt your hands shake from adrenaline. You couldn't tell if it was from the caffeine or from your new nickname. So you squeezed his hand a little harder to keep your hand still.

"Gah! I can't take it anymore!" Tendou suddenly wrapped his arms around you, somehow not letting go of your hand in the process. Resting his head on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, he noted, "Ah! This is much better."

*****

I hope you liked it. Please check out my other writing if you liked this one.

Fun fact: I never even gave Tendou a thought before. Someone posted a tiktok here asking, "Which Haikyuu guy would do this?" One answer was Tendou, which made me go, "Oh, ohhh. That's cute."

Now I also want to see blushing Tendou fanart. lol.

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[dearestgojo]

Leliiiii congratulations for the 666 followers 🥳 a little spooky if you ask me 🤪 but we love spooky 🖤😈 I hope you keep gaining them so more people can read your stories 💖

If it’s not a hassle I would love if you write a drabble of finding the Polaroid pictures. The character can be anyone you think gives you vibes of being a total creep. He would have a room full with pictures of you eating, changing clothes, sleeping, walking, drinking, anything, very stalker behavior bc that would be very alarming to find 🙃🥴

Thank you Tete! It is lol, i thought it would fun to do something spooky since 666 tends to have a negative meaning outside of numerology.

Not at all, I hope you enjoy this, a randomly picked a character cause I honestly could not choose lol.

Warnings: 18+. Non consensual filming.

Wc: 681

You're laughing hysterically, alcohol clouding your mind as you follow Atsumu into his apartment, feet unsteady as he walks you towards his couch. The words that leave your lips come out in slurs and hiccups, if they could even be considered words. “Damn, did you drink the whole bar?” Atsumu mumbles, setting you down on the green couch of his living room. You laugh when the long hair on the top of his head tickles your neck. “Stay here I’m going to get you some water to sober you up a bit.”

Your mind is so foggy you barely register him letting go of you and leaving towards his kitchen. The sound of moving dishes sounds far away to you, the ceiling is spinning while you lay on the couch staring up at it. You’re laughing hysterically up at it, images of things that had happened hours before finally registering into your drunk brain.

Atsumu makes his way back into the kitchen, eyes slowly traveling up the exposed skin of your legs, taking full advantage of the fact you're out of your mind. You’re babbling again, wiggling in your seat moving the hem up further up your thighs. He takes his opportunity and leans bringing the glass of water to your lips, holding it up with his left while his right travels along your inner thigh.

You giggle, spitting water down on to yourself, “That tickles.”

“I know, but just be a good girl for me for a couple of minutes okay?” Atsumu whispers into your ear, pulling away for a moment. The last thing you remember before your brain stops functioning for the night is the bright flash of a camera going off. The feeling of the cold hugging you and skin ghosting over your skin.

~

The sun stings your eyes through the open windows of Atsumu’s bedroom. Your groan as your head pounds and mouth feels dry, your curse at yourself from last night for letting yourself get this wasted. Pulling the blue sheets of Atsumu’s bed you try to fall back asleep. His scent surrounds you underneath them, a scent you found comfort in after knowing Atsumu for years, knowing that he would never do anything to hurt you.

Failing to fall asleep, you sit up on the bed, the sun stinging your eyes. “Atsumu! Can you bring me a glass of water please,” you call for him. You sit on the bed waiting for him to answer, the seconds ticking by. “Atsumu!...’Tsumu are you here?” Silence follows.

Groaning at the fact that you have to get out of bed, you swing your legs off the bed. Your bare feet make contact with the cold wooden boards, “Atsumu I swear if you’re trying to scare me, I will murder you.”

Still there isn’t an answer. Tentatively stepping out of ‘Tsumu’s bedroom you make your way down the call, passing the door to the bathroom and the one to his closet. The apartment is eerily quiet, the sound of the AC turning on making you jump which in turns causes you to bump into the last door in the hallway. A red light pours out, drawing your curiosity further. You look over your shoulder before pushing the door fully open.

There’s a moment where everything around you stops and your ear starts to ring. An unfamiliar feeling rises up to your throat causing you to choke at the scene before you. On the walls there are pictures. Pictures of you taken from different angles, different locations, and, most disturbingly, in your most raw state. There’s a string of pictures hanging on a string and as you get a closer look you recognize your clothes from last night because you're still wearing them.

It’s the moment when you see yourself in a drunken stupor that you find a name for that uneasy feeling in the bottom of your stomach. Fear. And that feeling sinks further into your bones as the front door to the apartment opens and closes.

“Y/n, you awake? I bought banana nut muffins, your favorite!”

666 event

[bitchiha]

I just found your blog, and I love it already. Can I request relationship hc for Kankuro and Darui(if you write him)?

✎ Relationship HC’s (Kankuro, Darui)

A/N: so I’m proud I actually managed to whip a post out lol, also Kank and Darui are some of my fav characters and I’m sad I haven’t written much for either of them... anyways, enjoy and thank you for requesting this, wonderful anon!

Kankurou

So we can just jump straight into it here: you’re gonna have to put up with all the puppets. Like when you come over to his apartment for the first time you probably have 5 mini heart attacks. You’re shrieking around every corner you turn because there is always damn puppet there waiting for you. Sometimes it’s not even a full puppet, just a puppet limb. This continues to scare the shit out of you when you move eventually move in too. Like it’s something you cannot escape.

Yes, he does have a work room, but his work is not limited to that room (that’s what he’ll sassily tell you as he picks up the puppet you flung across the room because it basically jump scared you.) However.. Little by little you notice that he starts to leave less and less puppet parts around the house, which is really touching because Kank can be stubborn as fuck sometimes.

Also, he loves when you come over and sit on his lap while he works on one of his puppets; bonus if you let him blab about them. Honestly you don’t have to even listen, just make it look like you are. Let your hands play with his hair as you nod along whenever he pauses his sentence, knowing it’s a cue for a little response from you.

One of the scariest things you’ll have to deal with in the relationship is when Kankurou casually has conversations with his puppets. Like one night you came home a little late from work and you heard your boyfriend talking in a hushed tone and you’re like?? Who’s he talking to?? Figured it was Gaara because let’s be real.. Kank does not have a side hoe, he cannot get a side hoe, even if he wanted. So anyway.. You didn’t want to bother him, so you just quietly walk into the work room to peek inside, only to find Kank talking to one of his puppets. He notices you at the door and stops mid conversation and clears his throat, but it’s too late, you’ve already heard him.

“Kank.. babe.. we’re you talking to your puppet just now?” He just stares at you sheepishly, but the puppets still perched on his lap nonetheless, “... There’s no point in me denying it is there?”

He’s kinda shitty at gift giving on special occasions. Like he is just is so fucking bad that you’ve accepted the fact that your birthday gift will be a teddy bear like every single year. But he makes up for it with the random gifts he gives you throughout the year. Like if you’ve been away for a long time you always come home to some sort of cute little puppet waiting for you. He’s made one of your favourite animal, favourite anime character, mini versions of his own puppets, etc. At this point in the relationship you’re starting to get used to the puppets, so you end up keeping them on a shelf in your room. He always gets so giddy when he comes to your place and sees them displayed like that. And loves it even more when you keep them displayed after you move in together.

Sorry sweetheart, but if you do not like his siblings.. NEXT CALLER. Bye. He’s ending the relationship right there. But if you get along with them his heart melts, especially if you and Gaara become friends. Or like if you can remotely handle Gaara pre chunin exams. Yah will do it. He’s head over heels for you. You’re both protective mama bears now and will keep Temari and Gaara safe with your lives and vice versa.

Badass fighting duo. If anyone wants to fuck with Gaara or Temari you two are gonna fuck shit up to say the least. But even on missions too, like you guys can read eachother perfectly and even if you were bickering before the battle starts — all the tension goes out the window and you’re focused on the problem at hand. You can go back to flaming eachother afterwards. Just a little side note: he loves showing off his puppet skills. So don’t be surprised if he calls out “y/n! Babe! Y/n! Over here — This is how the Ant looks in action.” Then he proceeds to iron maiden the victim. Give him a thumbs up and congratulate him please. Even if it’s kinda a very graphic scene.

Kinda fucks with PDA tbh, like he tones it down once Gaara becomes Kazekage because he needs to keep up a respectable image, but still does light PDA. Pre Kazekage Gaara, he would suck your face off anywhere. But when Gaara becomes Kage, he just gives you quick kisses instead. Doesn’t go for handholding a lot, prefers having an arm around your shoulders or around your waist. Slaps your ass too, if there isn’t a lot of people around and he can get away with it. If you wanna make him jealous though, all that composure goes out the window.

KISS HIS HANDS. LOVE HIS HANDS. When you’re at home and you two are cuddling, run your thumb lightly over his knuckles, over his calloused palms, kiss the pads of his fingers... it just makes him so soft lol. Like kiss the scars of blisters or scratches from his work tools and he’s putty in your hands girl.

I’m 100% sure that Kank can handle a moody / bratty s/o. Like you’ve got a little spice? He can take that. Afterall, he handled little moody pre teen Gaara before, I’m sure he can handle you. Doesn’t mean he isn’t stubborn though, he won’t let you win arguments. Which is a problem if you’re stubborn too. You will argue for hours and wont even remember what you were arguing about to begin with, then one of you’ll have to be like: pause the music.. what were we even mad about? Neither of you can remember and you’ll just shrug it off and go out for ramen or something like nothing happened.

If you don’t already have somewhat of a thick skin when you start dating Kankurō, you will eventually form one. If not, shits not gonna work out. Like he’s just a teasing person and he likes to have little roast sessions, they just entertain him. He hardly ever oversteps himself when it comes to the banter, but if he does he’s kinda oblivious. If you start crying though he’ll feel so bad, like it was just mindless teasing he didn’t mean to make you cry. Will remember what made you react like that and won’t ever mention it again.

I think he also tells the best stories. Like he just has the best expressions and voice for it. Not to mention having a jinchuuriki and Kazekage as his brother; he’s experienced some crazy shit. He mindlessly babbles them out to you whenever something reminds him of that particular time. Like if he sees a person walking their dog, it brings him back to the time when he defended kiba against one of the Sound Four. Then boom. He just randomly blurts out the story as you two are walking.

Kankurou is a surprisingly good cuddler. He always wants to be the big spoon and likes to pull you close to his chest and sling his arm around you lazily when you’re watching tv together . He’s constantly getting his hands tangled in your hair because he loves to play with it. Sometimes if you fall asleep while he’s cuddling you, you’ll wake up two French braids or something. Honestly, you’ll be shocked at how he managed to do that at first, but let’s be real he probably styles his puppets hair in his free time.

Overall an entertaining s/o, I would reccomend.

Darui

Oh boyyyyyy... Where do I start with this guy? He’s such an amazing hype man. Like Darui is so fucking flattered that he managed to score such a smart and gorgeous person that he will never let you forget it. He swings you compliments all the time and they don’t even sound overbearing from him because he’s just that cool. Even the way he compliments you is cool. Don’t forget to compliment him too though.... pls be eachothers hype men.

He’s also the loyalist man you will ever meet — we see what he’s like with the Raikage, you can’t tell me otherwise. Like once the two of you are officially dating he is committed 100% to you and will do anything for you. So do not mistake his laid back demeanour for laziness because when it comes to your relationship he is ready to do whatever you want. You want a certain flavour of ice cream, but the store ran out? He will go to every single grocery store in the village to find you that flavour for you. His s/o deserves the best and if they can’t have their favourite ice cream then he won’t rest till they do. Literally. Sometimes you have to go out and find him and tell him it’s okay and that he can come home, you don’t need that flavour that badly.

Handles periods the best too. Like he’s actually mature about it for the most part. Will 100% go out and buy you tampons or pads because like I said, he will do whatever you want. He’s also practically a human heater so he will lay down with you and cuddle you to help relieve some of the cramp pains. Can figure out when you’re PMSing too and will handle it well too. Like you’re literally just spazzing out in the middle of the kitchen and you’re yelling about something that happened 2 years ago, he he just pulls you into a hug and holds you there until your anger dies down a little bit, then he picks you up and tucks you into bed. Idk how it works, but it does. Every single time.

When it comes to gift giving he’s so subtle about it. Like he isn’t the type to do something extravagant and flashy for his s/o, but his gifts are still so thoughtful and considerate that you can’t help but blush at them. He’s observant and he notices the things you like, what you talk about more than other things, etc. He takes all that into account when he wants to buy you a gift and every year he never fails to melt your heart. It also makes him super giddy when he sees you wearing / displaying his gifts in your room or something. He is always so insecure when he actually hands you the gift though, but the look of joy on your face instantly washes his hesitance away.

Honestly you two are the coolest couple in the whole Cloud, like you’re just such a badass duo. Omoi and Karui love you two, Killer Bee loves you two, Cee and the Raikage too. It’s kind of funny just how invested the Raikage is, though. Definitely cries hysterically if you and Darui get into a fight, hes all like “no! You two are meant to be, this can’t be happening!” And Darui is like... sir it was a minor fight, we’re still together... Killer Bee has also definitely made a rap about you two or at least used you two for a line in his rap. It was pretty garbage, but it’s the thought that counts; plus you guys are so cool that the rap just automatically becomes cool too.

Darui constantly apologizes for things that aren’t his fault. You learn to get used to it, but it’s a little confusing at first. One night he came to your apartment all depressed looking and he’s like “y/n, I’m so sorry, but I have to tell you this now.” And you think his ass is cheating on you or something because of how solemn he looks so you’re bracing yourself for the worst, when in reality he just wants to postpone your date an hour or two because he has to help the Raikage with something. You just stare at him for a good five minutes because wtf why didn’t he just call you? Like why does he look so distressed over something as minor as that??

Your fights don’t last very long at all. He’s a reasonable and understanding person, so he doesn’t initiate fights very often. I feel like you guys only really fight when it comes down to spending too much time apart. Like he’s been too busy with being the Raikages second hand man and you’ve been occupied with missions and your own business, you two just miss each other and kind of end up getting frustrated with each other and eventually you guys snap. Like you can’t make the date on Friday and want to re schedule, but Friday’s the only day he can make it. Cue snappy comments and one of you hanging up the phone on the other. Daruis always the first one to apologize though, go figure.

You guys are also another badass duo when it comes to fighting, like he’s super observant of you and he knows your next move before you know it. If you’re a bit on the impulsive side he’ll lowkey get frustrated because he doesn’t want you to get hurt when it’s something he can prevent. Especially if you’re fighting together, like he doesn’t want that on his conscience. Like you will never stop hearing him apologize if you get injured when he could have prevented it. You constantly have to shut him up lol.

Honestly playing with his hair is the best, he actually likes when you try and take care of it too. Even if it doesn’t work out all the time because you can’t really tame it, he loves the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp anyway. So he’ll let you have your fun, but only you can touch it. His hair just feels so fucking nice too, like you have to refrain yourself from running your hands through his hair randomly. You definitely fluff it sometimes though.

He likes to be the big spoon when you two cuddle, but he doesn’t mind being the little one sometimes — only if you play with his hair though. Like just start running your hands through his hair and he’ll pass out just like that. Really likes when you lay your head on his chest and you just kind of sprawl yourself ontop of him. Sometimes he does that to you instead, especially after a long mission where he hasn’t seen you for a long time. He just lays his head on your chest and loves the feeling of your chest rising and falling gently as you sleep.

He is not that into pda, will wrap an arm around you or give you his jacket when you’re cold, but does not make out with you in public. If he’s feeling needy then he will simply pull you into an alley and kiss you there, but he’s pretty good at controlling himself and hardly ever needs to do that. Gives you occasional kisses on the cheek though, but absolutely no touching around the Raikage. Even if the Raikage literally doesn’t care. Darui just thinks it’s uncool.

You guys have super chill dates. Like just going out to dinner or hanging out at each others houses. The best dates are the spontaneous ones. Darui doesn’t do them all that often, but whenever there’s like a thunderstorm or a rainstorm outside, he will run to your place and you two will watch it together. Like just perch yourselves on the windowsill with a bunch of blankets and some snacks and you’re good to go. It’s kinda dangerous but both of your definitely fall asleep on the windowsill.

10/10 overall. Darui is so fucking cool he owns my ass.

[babbushka]

Idk why but our apartment has been having power outages for the past few days... (maybe because of the construction down the street) but it has had me wondering how Flip would react? Would he get frustrated and try to fix it? Or spend the night doing something else? ;) any thoughts would be much appreciated ❤ oh and hope you have a wonderful sunday~~

(1.6k, flip bein kinda a dumbass but we love him anyway lol)

He was having a great fuckin’ day, if he was being honest. Work was smooth sailing, he and Ron were getting close to solving up this new case Bridges assigned, and it had put his mood up on cloud nine. He drove with the windows down, heading home, heading to you.

The thought of you only put him in a better mood, only made him even happier. He was going to shuck out of his coat and scoop you up in his arms and kiss you right there on the porch. He had a bouquet of flowers buckled into the passenger seat for safety, was going to give them to you to make you smile.

It wasn’t too late, he even made it home in time to help you cook dinner. Well, you never really let him do any of the cooking bit, but he was an expert vegetable slicer, you always said so. He pulls up to the driveway, humming along to whatever tune was on the radio, feeling like the luckiest man in the world when he sees you reading on the front porch.

You take notice of his truck immediately, and you lean up against one of the porch supports, your pretty dress fluttering in the breeze as he approaches you, sucks a deep drag out of his cigarette before pulling you into his arms.

“Flip! Oy am I glad to see you.” You beam up at him, but he drowns, because you don’t normally use that sort of phrasing.

“What’s the matter ketsl?” He asks, worried about you immediately, looking beyond you at the house – when he randomly notices, “Why’s there no lights on?”

You roll your eyes at the world and sigh, pout up at him. You’re annoyed about something, which is alright, that’s alright. Flip can handle when you’re annoyed, he just would burn the entire world down to the ground if you were hurt, upset.

“Ugh the fakakta power’s out.” You groan, waving a hand about. “I tried calling the electrician but the phone isn’t working, on account of the power’s out.”

He chuckles then, leads you inside. It’s not too dark out yet, but the sky a soft purple color that tells Flip he’s just in time. Any later and he might not have safely found his way home, might not have been able to see the house even with his headlights. It’s not too dark, and it’s not too hot, but he can immediately feel that there’s no moving air or anything, and that worries him.  

“Sweetheart you should’ve come to the station or something, I can’t have you sitting around the house with no a/c.” Flip said, hanging up his coat and unbuttoning his flannel.

“Oh believe me if it went out earlier in the day I would have, but it only blew an hour ago.” You explained. You go into the kitchen, and he follows, always right on your heel when he’s finally home with you, and he decides that he’s not going to let the power being out ruin his mood.  

“Alright.” He shrugs out of his flannel so that he’s standing in his t-shirt and jeans in the kitchen, rummaging through one of the drawers for a flashlight.

“Wait where are you going – honey I don’t think – ” You start to warn him, but he waves it off.

“Ketsl don’t worry, I’ve got it all under control.” He says, cocky and confident, “I’m going to go change the fuses, they probably all went out.”

“You really think they all went out at once?” You raise a brow at him, skeptical.

“Yeah honey you know that old thing with the hanukkah lights, one light goes out they all go out? Same thing.” Flip reassures you.

He wasn’t an electrician or anything, not by any means. But he understood circuits, knew how the whole thing worked. Sort of. Maybe only a little. But it would be enough, wouldn’t it? I mean really, Flip thinks to himself as he goes into the garage where the breaker box is, how hard could it be?

“I don’t know.” You say in a sing-song voice, and he realizes he’s said that last part out loud.

“Aw come on, have a little faith in me would you?” Flip teases, hanging in the doorway for a minute, leaning down and puckering up his lips, “Kiss for good luck?”

You laugh and roll your eyes, wanting to make some sort of remark about well which is it, faith or luck? But you just stand there in the hallway outside the garage and watch as he shines his flashlight on the floor, walking a path to the far wall.

The breaker box in the house was by the good people over at Federal Pacific. He remembered that, he’s pleased to find, remembers reading the instruction manual when he first had the damn thing installed. Of course, that had been about seven years ago, but he figured it was all stored away in his brain somewhere.

He opens up the panel and is met with the two neat columns of a shit ton of switches with a diagram that he knows he should know what it means, but he just doesn’t. He stares at it for a minute, and then another minute, and then probably for too long, because you’re sticking your head in and asking,

“Everything okay in there?”

He startles at the sound, and he swears he hears you chuckling about it, so he randomly just starts flipping the switches, holding the flashlight with one hand and clicking all these latches with the other.

“When I count to three I want you to try turning on one of the lights, okay?” He calls out to you.

“Count to three you got it!” You say, before leaving the doorway to go find the nearest light switch. He knows there’s one in the little hallways right outside the garage, so he doesn’t wait too long.

“One…two…three!” He says, flipping the master switch.

“Nope.” You reply with a sigh.

“No?” He frowns, turning around to where he hears your voice.

“No, still dark.” You explain, flipping the light switch a couple of times just to be sure.

“Fuck.” Flip chews on the inside of his cheek, puts his hands on his hips.

“I think we should ask someone --” You try again, but he waves it off.

“Nonono, I’ve got this, let me try something else.” He insists, trying to salvage any dignity in his home-ownership skills.

He remembers something from the manual about replacing the fuses, so he looks in the garage with his little flashlight to find the box of fuses, and only knocks over three boxes in the process. You’re doing your best not to laugh at him, and honestly he doesn’t blame you, the sound of crashes and cursing not a good sign.

He pries open the panel’s cover, so that all the wiring is exposed, and ever so carefully he replaces the master fuse with one of the new ones. None of them are melted, but he doesn’t tell you that.

“Okay, on the count of three.” He says with the flashlight in his mouth to be able to use both hands, “One…two…three!”

“….Nope, still nothing.” You say after trying to hallway light again, and sticking your head into the garage once more with a more worried, “Honey are you sure you – ”

“One last thing just let me try one last thing.” He pleads, right as he accidentally electrocutes himself, the little blip of light jolting up his hand. “Ow, fuck -- !”

“Oh shit, Flip are you okay?” You come into the garage now, rushing in the dark to his side.

He gets himself away from the panel so that he doesn’t accidentally zap you too. You’ve got your hands on him, feeling him all over to make sure he’s not on fire or anything absurd.

“Yeah I just uh,” He starts, before he begins to laugh at his own self, at his own absurdity, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. And I think I melted more of the fuses.”

He points the flashlight to the panel, and now the fuses definitely are melted, which means he definitely is going to need to call the electrician to get all this fixed.

“Do you think the home improvement store is still open?” You ask around bright laughs of your own, bracing yourself against his chest as he holds you tight.

“Nah, it’s too late now.” He shakes his head, using the flashlight to lead you both out of the dark garage and into the house proper. “We’ll go in first thing tomorrow morning.”

“So what do we do?” You ask.

With the two of you now in the safety of the kitchen, you lean yourself up against the counter where dinner hasn’t yet gone underway. You’re looking at him with those eyes of yours, and Flip lights up a cigarette, the little red-orange glow of the tip of it bright in the twilight of evening.

“Well,” He breathes, still a bit of a chuckle in his throat, “I can think of one thing.”

You stare at one another for a moment, before you both laugh laugh laugh as you race up the stairs to your bedroom, Flip chasing you and pinching at you, holding you tight and wrestling with you under the covers.

And if you cook dinner by the candle-light, it’s not the worst thing in the world. If you miss your nightly dance to the record player, or you can’t tune in to one of the three stations on the TV, oh well.

It’s more than enough to tangle yourselves under the covers and laugh against each other’s skin, indulging in the feeling of one another’s bodies.

The power would just have to wait.

[angelixskz]

↳ pairing; seo changbin x reader

↳ genre; suggestive, fluff if you squint, soulmate!au 

↳ summary; your leg is killing you, but that doesn’t stop you from getting a new tattoo. 

↳ word count; 2,448

HAPPY BELATED CHANGBIN DAY! I hope he had an amazing day and that he smiled till his cheeks hurt. I hope that he ate well, stayed safe and overall go all the happiness that he deserves. 

↳ a/n; I got a little carried away with this fic, just a tiny bit. thank you to @haechaaaaaaanssi​ for beta reading and helping me make this header because my brain does not understand the concept of headers. hugs for janna. anyways, I hope that you enjoy this angels <3

↳ inspo; these pics and touchy feely by ro james (can y’all believe that someone gave that to me as a song rec lol)

↳ warning(s); making out

It was getting harder and harder to walk towards the parlor.

You weren’t sure if it was because of the nerves partying in your stomach or the increasing pressure around your right calf, or maybe, it was both. Turning back briefly, you saw your friend give you a thumbs up. The tiny encouragement sparked an ounce of determination, and with that, you tightened your grip on the warm cup of coffee in your hand and pushed open the door to the dimly lit tattoo parlor with a blinking neon ‘open sign’.

Presented in front of you was a small waiting room, the lighting as dark as the tinted windows showed. Covering the wall behind the wooden front counter were various pictures of previous customers’ designs. Decorated on the other black-painted walls were simply just framed sketches. 

You were alone in the parlor.

Light shone behind the black curtains leading to, what you presumed, were the work stations for the employees. You could faintly hear the buzz of machinery and the hum of a fan. The pain in your leg thumped your hand into action. Hesitantly, you pressed on the bell resting on the counter.

As you waited, you turned your attention back to the framed papers hanging on the walls. They were all very pretty, but they didn’t compare to the one that you had in mind. Remembering the piece of paper, you reached into your back pocket. It was odd how you came about it; simply waking up at the crack of dawn with a pencil in hand and a beautiful sketch of vines and flowers on a white sheet of paper in front of you. At that moment, you were heavily thinking about pursuing your career as an artist. Instead, your friend convinced you to get it tattooed on your body. 

The first tattoo parlor that came to mind was the one across the street, conveniently, right across the cafe you worked at. 

“That regular who never talks works there, right?” 

Of course Felix would remind you of Changbin, the seemingly never smiling tattoo artist who would only utter his order before leaving to his table. You looked at the sketches hanging under his name. While they were all very pretty, one specific design caught your interest. 

Stepping away from the oddly short counter and past the worn out leather seats sitting next to the entrance door, you shot one hand out towards the one paper hanging loosely by a transparent blue tac pin. The ache started to increase, almost as if the vines imprinted on the skin of your leg were tightening. 

Before you could fully compare your own design to his, a hand shot past your ear. 

“Can I help you?” came out the gruff voice. 

You turned around with a grimace. With each second that ticked, the ache in your calf didn’t seem to falter. For a moment, you held your breath, for you were met with the dark gaze of the Changbin. He always looked peaceful while drawing in his sketchbook as he occasionally glanced outside the window to observe the people passing by, yet here, he didn’t look too happy with his furrowed brows and irritated dip of his lips. 

Glancing down at the harsh grip he held on the paper with his right hand, you explained that you were here to get a tattoo. Your gaze lingered on the ink peeping through the crumpled lines. “This… is a tattoo place, right?” you questioned, finding the courage to look back up at him.

Perhaps your words confused him because his once irritated expression morphed into one that you could only describe as a constipated scrunch. His eyes squinted slightly, brows accompanied by line etched in between and a slightly gapped mouth.

“Did you read the sign that says Stray Tattoos?”

You smiled brightly at the boy, “Of course not, I just randomly decided to visit this mysterious looking store across my cafe.”

He clicked his tongue before turning around and walking behind the counter. You followed along, hoping that your limp wasn’t showing as you struggled to deal with the horrid throbbing in your leg. 

“You have a design in mind?” he asked, bringing out his sketchbook. 

“That one,” you told him.

He raised a brow at your pointed finger. The paper he previously tore from the wall was still clutched in his hand. “No.”

You blinked, “What?”

“It’s not a design.”

“Then why was it on the wall?”

Changbin stared at you with an unreadable expression, “It’s not now, so go choose a different design.”

You frowned, “Why can’t I get that one?”

“I told you, it’s not a design for sale,” he pursed, “and you most definitely did not have this in mind. It’s not posted on our website or any of our social media accounts.” His frown deepened, confusion written in his eyes, “Even if it was, no one should be able to see the design.”

He mumbled the last part, but you managed to catch onto his small words. You smiled cheekily in response, “Well maybe I’m special since I’m able to see it.” 

Wholeheartedly, you meant it as a joke. Changbin’s dead serious face didn’t seem to take it as a joke. He wanted to say, ‘you must be’ but he knew better–soulmates don’t exist.  

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever. The point is, you can’t get this tattoo.”

You pursed your lips, “Fine, then I want this one.” You pulled out the folded piece of paper from your back pocket and slapped it onto the counter. Changbin’s eyes widened as he stared at the identical design you gave him.

Before he had a chance to speak, he was interrupted by the voice of a blond boy with a dimpled grin. “Are you giving our customer a hard time?” he chastised.

“Hello there! I’m Chan.” He placed a hand on the shoulder of his fellow grumpy co-worker. “Don’t mind Changbin here, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

Changbin slapped away the hand of his friend.

“See,” Chan whispered, a hand covering his mouth from Changbin’s view, “he’s a bit sensitive today.”

You chuckled, “It’s okay, I just gave him my design.” 

Chan followed your gesture towards the folded paper that Changbin was holding against another crumpled paper. Confusion flashed in Chan’s eyes for a brief moment before he hid it with a gleam of playfulness. “I see, you guys are exchanging secret sketches.”

“Secret sketches?” you echoed.

“Yeah, did you guys use invisible ink or something–” he vaguely gestured towards the papers–”because there’s nothing on there.”

You would’ve laughed at him if it weren’t for the pinch of pain that pulsed through your leg. 

“What do you mean? There’s designs on both of those papers,” you frowned.

Something sparked in Chan’s eyes and he gave a knowing look to Changbin. 

There was a silent battle of glances between the two, one that you witnessed without much focus. You were too busy remembering the bothersome prickling in your leg. Frown deepening, you focused on the warmth of the coffee cup you held in your hand, hoping that the warmth could transfer to your leg. You cleared your throat. “Well if today isn’t a good time, I can just leave. Oh, and uh,” you placed the now cooling cup down on the counter, “this is for you, Changbin, since you didn’t come to the cafe today.”

You bit the inside of your lip, hating how the pain increased tenfold when Changbin made eye-contact with you. You gave a slight nod and let out a silent wince when you turned around–conveniently missing how he expressed a small grimace. 

“Wait,” he called out, “You can get the tattoo.”

-

You anxiously wiggled in the black leather chair when Changbin entered the room. 

Wordlessly, he sat down on a chair next to you. He didn’t seem to be concerned that you didn't have any pants on, but then again, he hasn’t glanced once at you since he arrived. He was quite content on his needles, jaw clenched. Your leg throbbed, unbearingly so–you let out a whimper.

He casted his eyes on yours, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you weakly replied, “just nervous.”

“First time?”

You nodded. Slowly, he trailed his gaze down your neck, past your chest and down to your bare legs. He stayed focused on the vines wrapped around your calf–a new wave of pain washed over you. 

“But it looks like you already got one? Unless it’s fake,” he observed, your wince unnoticed by the fact that he tried to ignore the insufferable sting in his right shoulder. “These vines match the ones on your calf,” he added. 

“Would you believe me if I said that it was marked there when I was born?” you managed to gasp out, sweat starting to form against your hairline despite the wind blowing towards you.

Pain clear in your voice, he quickly turned to you with concern, “Are you sure you’re okay? We can do this another day.”

“I’m-” before you could utter ‘fine’, you let out a yelp, your hand moving to your calf to rub away the pain. Changbin dropped the needle on the floor and instinctively reached for your extended hand. 

Suddenly, it stopped. 

Everything stopped, it seemed. The needle stopped midway to the ground, the fan blowing in the corner froze, the clock’s hand paused, the rapid acceleration of your heart slowed, but most importantly, the ache in your leg dissipated. 

Your breath hitched when the vines around your leg started to unravel. You felt breathless as they grew. You followed as the vine slowly trailed up your leg, the slow beat of your heart suddenly loud in your ears when you saw another vine out of the corner of your eye. 

There were no words you could speak when you realized that the other vine was trailing down Changbin’s arm. You spared a quick glance up at his eyes. They sparkled with the same awe as yours. Letting out a breath of disbelief, you looked back down at the two vines moving towards each other. Your vine moved up to Changbin’s knuckles that were touching the skin of your thigh and connected to his vine that curled around his wrist. 

When the two vines interlocked, pure serenity fell over the two of you. Flower buds blossomed in the trails of the vines. Slowly, Changbin let go of your hand. Once the two of you were no longer touching, time resumed; the needle started falling again, the fan resumed cooling the room, the clock started to tick, your heart never actually stopped beating but it sure felt like it, and the ache in your leg throbbed faintly. The vines started to retract, budding flowers starting to disappear.

As light as a feather, Changbin touched one of the flower buds. The two of you were sucked back into a frozen universe within a split second. His thumb smoothened over the bud as it started to blossom, vines extending and curling towards his touch. You could only watch with a held in breath as he leaned closer towards the flower. As if in a trance, he pressed his lips softly against your skin. The pillowly touch of his lips was light, yet it still managed to make your heart flutter and it elicited a gasp from your mouth. 

Too in awe at the colors inking your skin and flooding the outlined flower, you failed to notice how Changbin regretted his action. It wasn’t until he pulled away did you realize that he was spouting out countless apologies–he thought that he overstepped his boundaries.

Before he could fully dismiss his touch, you cupped his face. You tried not to get distracted by the vines creeping up his neck and growing to where you hand lie. 

“Hey,” you murmured, “it’s okay.”

His brown eyes were blown wide, a haze swirling in the galaxy of his iris. “Are you sure-”

You chuckled and nuzzled your nose against his, “Did you know how many times I thought that this vine on my leg was some useless birthmark? Never did I ever think that it was my soulmate mark.”

“I thought soulmates didn’t exist anymore,” he admitted, eyes glancing down at your lips for a moment.

“I didn’t either, although, I did feel a certain pull towards you whenever you visited the shop,” you confessed, “but then again, that could’ve been because I thought you were cute.”

He raised a brow, “Cute?”

You smiled, “Yes, cute with your beanie and sketchbook, just drawing away while admiring the pedestrians passing by.”

Something about you calling him cute didn’t sit well in his stomach. “Cute,” he repeated, almost scoffing out. Your heart started to speed up as he slightly pushed you into the chair. He hovered over you, breath mixing with yours. He pecked kisses from the corner of your lips all the way down to your collarbone. Flowers bloomed and colors exploded on the flesh of the two of you.

Together you painted a beautiful picture. 

Your breaths became shallow as you felt his tongue swipe against your skin. He colored your skin as he moved back up. His kisses trailed along your jaw and aimed at the corner of your mouth, never quite planting his lips on yours.

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

With a small smirk, he slowly connected his lips with yours. There was no hurry in his actions, afterall, the clock was no longer ticking. He never stayed more than a second before pulling away. His eyes glimmered with amusement as you chased after his lips each time. 

“Changbin,” you whined when he disconnected his mouth from yours for the nth time.

The way you breathed out his name made him break. 

He pushed his mouth against yours, teeth clashing and temperature rising. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip. Saliva mixed together just as the vines around you twirled within each other. The leather beneath you started to stick to you as you wiggled around. 

You tugged at the hem of his shirt which prompted him to quickly remove the material. With hot pants leaving your mouth, you marveled over the numerous vines penned from his neck, connected to his shoulder blades and curling down to his torso. You trailed your hands along the path of vines, flowers blooming with each touch. When he exhaled a shaky breath, you chuckled.

“Cute,” you teased, pressing a kiss to a flower on his jaw. 

The color pouring into the petals of the flower contrasted the darkness that engulfed his eyes. 

He mocked your chuckle, “Oh, baby, I’ll show you cute.”

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Moodboard Ship(s): NCT and TXT...

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"...hiii my love !! how are you ? i hope you're well ashaja it is now my turn to threaten so yes you better be well or else 🔪 aahha.

may i get a moodboard ship with nct and txt please ? if not two then either of them is fine love !! thank you so muchh you're absolutely an angel and im so happy to have you as a friend. we need to talk more truly..."

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In NCT I ship you with...

Jaehyun!

Your moodboard:

“Why do I get the feeling our relationship is backwards?” he asks as he wanders into your room, shrugs his jacket off, and hangs it over the back of your desk chair. You stare at his back, perplexed. Why was he here? “Isn’t it usually the girl who always wants to talk about feelings and the guy who bottles everything up inside?” he continues, his words finally catching up to you. Relationship? Feelings?

“I don’t bottle things up,” you shoot back, unable to clearly process the deeper meaning behind his words. Well, there is an imaginary box you like to hide things in, but that’s different—you think, in afterthought. “Right.” he responds, concurring. You can practically taste the sarcasm, his usual honey-like voice dripping with it. 

“Why—” you clear your throat, “Why are you here?” There’s a brief pause—not too long, but still long enough for your palms to begin to garner sweat. “Give me the setting sun, and I’ll be a richer man than most.” his voice is soft, almost as if he’s whispering. His hand reaches back in a swift motion, and he’s pulling off his shirt. As pure reflex you lower your gaze, but not before catching sight of his wings. They flutter momentarily, the sheer pink reflection catching in the setting sun. “For never have I seen gold like that which glows above the earth. Give me the night sky, and I’ll be the richest man for sure. For never have I seen diamonds like those that dance beside the moon.” he continues, back still facing you. You just barely recognize the scripture, fae are an ancient breed who take tradition very seriously. They have scriptures for everything—some more important than others. Your gut tells you this specific scripture is important. You begin to panic, wracking your brain for any clue as to what he’s saying to you—what he means.

And that’s when you see it, tucked beneath his left shoulder blade, almost hidden by his wing. A tattoo. Tattoos, to fae specifically, are much more than body art. They’re not meant for fun, they’re a declaration. A promise. A vow. You swallow your shock, narrowing your eyes to get a better look at the art. It’s small, delicate—but it also sticks out amongst his smooth, wide back.  You open your mouth to question him but your words die in place, your tongue suddenly feels thick, heavy in your mouth. It’s your name—the intricate design, the complex lines. This was more than a friend showing another friend some body art. This was a confession of the highest degree. A confession a fae of royalty should not be making to a simple human.

 “That’s incredible, Jaehyun. It is. But—" you swallow loudly in the quiet room, your heart jumping erratically in your chest.

“No." He turns around. "No buts. You think I'm going to hurt you? You think I'm going to get bored and run off with some undergrounder, some fairy, the first chance I get?” his eyes are piercing, dark with frustration. “You obviously have no idea how amazing you are. You are incredible, and I want you.” you take a step back, suddenly overwhelmed by his proximity, what he’s saying. “Every part of you. I want your stubbornness and your sarcasm and your competitive spirit. I want you challenging me and fighting beside me.” His large hands settle around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You resist—holding your hand on his chest—keeping him at a distance. What if one of the guards saw? “I want to hold you and kiss you and so much more because there's no one else in the world who knows me like you do. You have always been the one for me, even when we couldn't stand each other.” he lowers his voice, and suddenly everything becomes much more intimate. “You're beautiful, and you're more intelligent than any fairy I've met. It just feels right when you're beside me. It feel like I've been lost in the desert for years, and...I've finally come home.” he finishes, winded like he’s ran a marathon.

His dark eyes trace your features, gently removing your hand from his chest, closing the distance between you slowly. And, instead of fighting it like you should, you close your eyes and let yourself go. You feel the muscles of his shoulder beneath your hand. The frame his arms create is strong, secure, but you want those arms tighter around you. You want there to be no space at all between you.

As if reading your mind, he closes the distance. Tilting your chin up—his lips drawing you in—your breath becoming one. You want him so badly. You want to kiss him, laugh with him, cry with him, share every waking moment of your life with him because no matter how many awful things he's done in the past, you can't shake the undeniable feeling that when his arms are around you, you’re home.

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In TXT I ship you with...

Beomgyu!

Your moodboard:

“I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trelon. I have spent the night with the Duke of Death and left with both my sanity and my life.” he’s ranting now, his wide eyes holding you in place, hands frantically waving about. “I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during the day. I have talked to gods, slept with sirens, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.” you cock your eyebrow, patiently waiting for him to get to the point. 

“You have to have heard of me.” he balks at your impassive expression. 

“Your highness,” you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I know who you are, I just don’t care.” The absolute shock that momentarily paints his handsome features has you holding back a laugh. “But—” now you do roll your eyes, already bored with the conversation. 

“Your highness, I’m here to teach you—not indulge your ego. You’re going to be king soon—” he cuts you off, abruptly. “I do not wish to be king.” there’s an edge to his voice, a hard set to his jaw. You take a deep breath. “That doesn’t change the fact that you will be.” There’s a dark, forlorn and almost heartbreaking look in his eyes—it’s sudden and it’s gone as fast as it appeared—but it’s enough to stop you in your tracks. You swallow down the insult that was steadily making its way up your throat and you look at him, really look. Despite all of his accomplishments, if you wish to call sharing a chamber with a siren an accomplishment, he still just a kid. And suddenly your heart hurts for him,

“I once knew a troll who was heir to the throne of a great kingdom, he lived as a ranger and fought his destiny to sit on a throne but in his blood he was a king.” you say offhandedly, gazing out the large window to the east woodlands. You can feel the snap of his gaze on you. “I also knew a fae who was the king of a small kingdom, it was very small and his throne very humble.” you smile to yourself, remembering how delighted you were to meet such a respectable court. “He and his people were all brave and worthy conquerors.”

He takes a step towards you, you feel his eyes settle on your own—but you keep your gaze resolutely out the window. “And I knew a vampire who sat on a magnificent throne of a big and majestic kingdom, but he was not a king at all, he was only a cowardly steward.” you confessed quietly, suddenly overwhelmed by the memory of such a cruel ruler. Your eyes must reflect your feelings on the matter because the prince steps in front of you, cutting off your line of sight to the great woods.  “Why are you telling me this?” he questions, his tone lowered to match yours. 

You finally concede, looking up and catching his eyes. “Because I want you to know. You will be the king of a great kingdom, human or not—whether you want it or not—you will be the king, even if you live in naivety.”  His gaze darkens as you turn around and reach for a book on the 9 woodland kingdoms, the kingdoms you’re meant to teach the prince about, thoroughly; the book is old and worn, it smells like burnt leaves.  “My lady, I did not think you could answer it.” his voice cuts through the sudden silence. You tilt your head in his direction, for the first time, curious. “Answer what?” you voice, confusion etched in your features.

“Your calling, of course. When my father took you from your home without your leave—and set value only on your gift—I questioned your knowledge on the subject matter at hand.” he rounds the table, holding your gaze hostage. “But I am answered truly. You have given fair return for insult thrice over and set your worth: higher than my life and all my kingdom and all who live therein.”

He comes to a stop in front of you, yet again, this time much closer than before. “And though you can send my people to the fire, I can claim no debt to repay. It would be justly done.” his whispered words catch you off guard—the implication, the suggestion of a confession. You drop the book you’re holding, the noise echoing through the barren halls. 

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@urirealvibekiller​ omggg you're sooo sweet 😍😭 I'm going to cryyy. But also? That knife threat sENT ME hahhahaa 😂

And no, YOUR an absolute angel! I can't get over how pretty you areeeee! Teach me your ways! 🥺

Lol I hope you like your moodboard ship(s) — It started out one way, and then I randomly got inspired by a fantasy cottage-core advertisement lmfaoooo sorry! 🥰

[hopewritcs]

the prodigal sister. four.

pairing: familial byers fam x reader, romantic paring tbd

word count: 2.7k

summary: y/n is the middle sibling of the byers brothers. she’s just ten months younger than jonathan, making the pair “irish twins”. except when her father and mother got divorced, lonnie got custody of y/n and took her away from the rest of the family.

notes: okay so i realized that i was calling the tps chapters parts when i was organizing stuff and now i’ve decided that i’m going to use the term chapter for here too.  i don’t think anyone but me noticed but it bugged me lol.  and here’s part four!  here you get introduced to hopper in the fic, and another night at the arcade! 

other chapters: masterlist

tps tag list: @irreleventmoonchild, @rockyrocket15, @the-fae-child, @bucky4cap45, @pinklyrium  ( most of the tags seem to be broken so, if u wanna be added/readded to the tag list just let me know ! )

It was a cold midwestern mid-January morning the next morning when Y/N woke up.  For the local Hawkins school it was already the beginning of the semester, but back at her boarding school in California, the semester didn’t begin until the beginning of February.  So now, switching schools, she’d have to play catch up.  

Which is why, when her mother insisted upon taking Y/N along to work with her ( Joyce was still worried about anything happening if any of her kids were home alone, and Y/N had seen the slight hint of panic in her mother’s eyes and agreed to go with her ), they stopped at the school and grabbed a packet of what she missed at school.  So the scene that Chief Hopper walked into at Melvald’s--Joyce stickering the discounted items and Y/N sitting on a metal stool behind one of the registers, a textbook propped in her lap--confused him briefly, before he remembered that Joyce had three kids.  This must be her daughter.  

When Hopper cleared his throat both of the Byers women looked up from what they were working on and, at the same time, waved to Hopper.  

“Hey Hop, what do you need?”  Joyce asked, putting down the sticker gun and walking back over toward her daughter, placing a hand on her shoulders, “This is Y/N, my daughter.  I don’t think you’ve ever met her.”  

Y/N extended her hand and looked at Hopper with a bright smile, “Hey, good to meet you.  I’ve heard a lot about you.”  

Hopper had made his way to where the women stood, taking Y/N’s extended hand and shaking it slowly as he looked between the two.  A quick flutter went through his chest which he pushed down as he shook his head and spoke again, “A lot?” 

“They told me about everything.”  Y/N explained, head going back down to the textbook in her lap as she carefully looked up to the chief of police to watch his reaction.  

“Are we just going to tell everyone now?”  Jim quietly exclaimed, knowing he could have been louder ( angrier ) in the nearly empty store.  He was just worried that the more people who knew about everything would mean more people who could hurt Jane.  And they were all still recovering from what happened at the lab back in November.  “Where’s Melvald?  Let’s let him in too in case you need to take off randomly!”  He knew it was a bit of an overreaction, but it was his protective instincts kicking in.  

“She’s not just anyone, Hop.  She’s my daughter.”  Joyce replied defensively, putting her hands on her hips.  

“So?” 

“So?!” 

“She’s sitting right here, she can hear you.”  Y/N said, not taking her eyes off of the paragraph she’d intended to read ( even if she wasn’t entirely focused on the context of the words in front of her at the moment ) when she spoke.  “You can’t expect them to hide the whole reason why apparently everyone spent some time thinking that Will might be dead.  Finding that shit out is kind of a big deal.  I mean, my dad hid that shit from me for a whole fucking year pretty much.”  Y/N’s eyebrows shot up as she spoke the last bit, finally looking over at the man across the counter.  

“Language.”  Joyce muttered to herself, shaking her head.  She turned her attention away from her daughter to look over at Hopper with a tight lipped smile.  “She’s staying here from now on.  She needed to know.”

“Fine.”  Hopper grumbled after a couple of moments of silence with ( what he thought was a scarily similar ) look from both Joyce and Y/N.  

After a couple more moments, everyone seemed satisfied and Joyce and Hopper moved back over to one of the shelves as Y/N continued to work on the homework she had.  

A couple of days later at home, the kids were in the living room all working on their respective homework before heading out to their nightly activities.  Jonathan and Nancy were going out--Jonathan complaining about the fact that Nancy was dragging him to some party under his breath--while Will and Y/N were going to go to the arcade with the kids.  Will didn’t even complain, because Y/N had said she wanted to try for a high score on “that Dig Dug game”.  

After the third time Jonathan grumbled to himself, Y/N nudged his shoulder and looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, “This is what happens when you date a popular girl, Jon.  She’s got to go to these things with her friends and she wants you to go too because she loves you.”  Y/N sing-songed the word love, dragging it out for s couple of notes with a bit of a chuckle both from herself and from Will on her other side, sitting in the chair.  

“Yeah, well she knows I don’t like these parties.”  Jonathan scrunched his face up as he crossed something off on his notebook paper before writing again.  

“Just bring your camera and take pictures if she wanders off with her friends.”  Y/N shrugged, going back to her work.  The good thing about switching schools was that, in some cases, she was ahead in the work.  In California she had already read the play the English class was working on, so she didn’t need to do much except for answer the questions on the reading sheets she’d gotten.  

“That’s not a bad idea, I guess.”  Jonathan muttered under his breath.  

“What was that?  Sorry, I couldn’t hear you!” as if to emphasize her point, she cupped one of her hands around her ear as she continued to speak, “Did you say that was a good idea?”  she was teasing him, a grin across her lips as she turned to look at Jonathan who just pursed his lips.  “Aw come on!”  She dropped her hand back down to her sides and looked at her brother.  

Eventually, after a couple of minutes of the pair just staring at each other, Jonathan broke and he smiled back at his sister which seemed to make her happy and she went back to her work.  She felt like in the short week it had been since she’d gotten home at first, that she was finally reconnecting with her siblings again.  

And her heart tugged in her chest.  She hated that she’d missed out on the big stuff, sure.  But it was the little things too, teasing Jonathan or taking Will around town, that she missed even more.  

When she’d think of going home ever, it was these kinds of moments that she thought about.  Sitting in the living room, doing homework.  Nothing major happening.  

Being true to his word, Steve did call the Byers house and let Joyce, who had picked up the phone, know that he would be by in a couple of minutes for Y/N and Will.  Of course, Y/N seemed to think it was a bit ridiculous, but wasn’t going to argue.  She’d take riding in a car with a heater than walking in the cold air any day.  

She and Will stood outside, waiting for the car to pull up and when it did, Y/N watched as Dustin grumpily got out of the passengers seat and left the door open before heading into the back and keeping the door open for Will.  

“I don’t get why she gets the front seat.  You picked me up first, Steve!”  Dustin’s shout could be heard from halfway up the driveway as Y/N and Will made their way to the car.  Y/N turned to look at Will with raised eyebrows who just replied with a shrug as he got into the car and closed the door.  

“Because she’s older and your friend’s in the backseat.  Shut up, Dustin.”  Steve exclaimed back as Y/N got into the car and he drove off to the arcade.  

“But I was first!”  Dustin said a couple of minutes later after the silence, save for the radio playing, got the better of him.  

“Not on the planet.”  Y/N said, turning to look back at him with a grin, showing him that her comment was simply teasing.  “Anyway, we just got the word that I’ll be going to school with you guys on Monday.”  Y/N said, turning back to the front and looking over at Steve.  

“Cool.  Do you have your schedule yet?”  he asked, glancing at her as he continued to keep his focus on the road in front of him.  

Y/N shook her head, “Nah, I gotta pick it up that morning from the principal’s office.  But I have all the homework I missed from the core classes already, I guess it just depends on what electives they give me.”  

“I guess I’ll see you on Monday, then.  What grade are you in?”  

“Junior, with Jonathan and Nancy.  I skipped ahead a year back in middle school.”  

“You skipped a grade?”  Dustin exclaimed from the backseat and leaned forward to look at Will’s sister.  

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, it’s not a big deal.  I think the principal and guidance counsellor’s words were that she’s not being challenged to the best extent in this grade, she’s already finished all the English and History work for the next month from the syllabus.”  She explained, doing her best to make her voice a bit deeper when she explained what the school authority figures had said to her.  It had been just a year after her leaving Hawkins too, her parents splitting up when she was just moving into middle school.  

“I didn’t know that.  Does Jonathan know?”  Will asked, his head tilted to the side as he asked, looking at his sister’s reflection in the rearview mirror.  

Y/N shrugged,  “I think I told him in one of the letters we used to write.” 

“That’s cool that you skipped a grade.”  Dustin hummed, grinning.  

“It’s not that big of a deal, really.  I’m not like, super smart.  I’ve got a good memory though.”  Y/N explained shyly, turning her attention out the window as they pulled up to the arcade.  

Their arrival seemed to signal the end of the conversation as the kids immediately got out of the car before Steve even pulled the key out of the ignition and ran to meet the rest of the party inside the arcade.  

Steve turned to look at Y/N, “Are you gonna go in with them?”

Y/N nodded, “Yup.  I’m either going home with the high score on that one game, or I’ll finish this book.”  she explained, pulling the book she’d brought with her out of her bag and shrugged.  

“Okay.  Cool.  I’ll come in too.”  Steve said, flipping his keys in his hands and then putting them in the pocket of his jacket.  Before Y/N could even ask why, he was already out of the car and headed for the door.  

Y/N got out too, closing the door gently and heading toward the door of the arcade when she heard the loud sounds of AC/DC blasting down the otherwise quiet Hawkins street.  She turned her head and watched as a camaro pulled up to a quick and screeching halt in front of her, the redheaded Max getting out of the car holding tightly to her skateboard.  She gave a half wave to Y/N before turning back and flipping off her step-brother and making her way inside the arcade.  

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”  Billy called, leaning out of the driver’s side window and looking at her, his hair falling into his eyes as he did so.  Y/N just crossed her arms against her chest and gestured with her head to the arcade, where all the kids were standing inside, looking out the window at the scene.  A look crossed Billy’s features and he nodded his head.  “Right.  Byers.  Forgot.”  he tapped his hand on the side of his car, the other still holding tightly to the wheel.  “So you actually hang out with the kids?  What are you babysitting them?”  He scoffed, shaking his head and turning to look at the arcade for a brief moment before looking back at her.  “And with Steve Harrington?  Seriously?”  

“I’m not babysitting, Billy.  I’m hanging out with my brother, which I happen to enjoy.  I’m sure that you don’t feel the same way about your step-sister, but some of us like our siblings.”  Y/N replied with a quick glance toward the arcade and flashing everyone a smile.  She didn’t understand why they all hated Billy.  Sure, the Billy she knew back in California could have been a jerk too.  He typically played with girls.  But she was having a hard time putting the Billy she knew together with the Billy they’d all described and told her about her first night home.  

“It’s an arcade, Y/N.  That’s not fun.”  

“Maybe not if you suck at video games.  Is that your problem, Billy?  Your kid sister is better than you at video games?”  her tone was completely joking, a grin across her face and a giggle passing her lips as she spoke.  

Billy just shook his head.  He almost wanted to bite back a comment at her, but he’d known her for a couple of years, and he knew that she wasn’t saying that to press his buttons but to joke with him.  He almost missed California more in that moment, where he felt more relaxed.  He looked at her, a simple, “Shut up, Y/N.”  as his reply.  

They both stayed in their spots quietly for a moment,  Y/N’s hands having dropped to her sides, but one of them holding tightly to the band of her purse and Billy looking more relaxed than he had been when he showed up to drop Max off at the arcade.  

“I’ve got to go.  I’ve got a date.”  Billy said after another couple of moments, turning to look at the clock on his dashboard and then look back at Y/N.  

“I’ve got kids to babysit.”  she laughed, rolling her eyes as she used what Billy had called it a moment before.  She took a couple of steps away from the two cars and headed for the arcade door, where she watched from the corner of her eyes as everyone moved quickly so they weren’t standing right at the windowed front of the shop as if they hadn’t been eavesdropping.  A chuckle, more air than sound, came from her as she turned back to look at Billy, still not having moved from leaning out of his camaro.  “I’ll see you at school on Monday, Hargrove.”  

“See ya Byers.”  

As she waved, Billy’s car engine revved as he sped off down the road, the song switching to another AC/DC track.  Y/N watched for a moment as the car was quickly out of her sight of vision as she turned to go into the arcade.  

“Will said you knew Billy but I didn’t believe him.”  Came Dustin’s comment, not looking up from the game they group had begun to play.  

“Yeah, how do you know my step-brother?”  Max asked, looking up at Y/N with a confused look.  

“He went to school around the boarding school in California.  He was friends with some guys from our brother school and he knew my roommate last year.”  Y/N explained with a shrug of her shoulders.  

“Hargrove’s trouble.”  Steve said from her left, and she turned to look at him.  “‘m just saying.”  Steve held up his hands defensively, shrugging his shoulders.  

“Billy’s fine.  I can be friends with whoever I want to be friends with, guys.  Don’t make this into a big thing.”  Y/N sighed, sitting up on one of the tables around the machines and shaking her head.  She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation again.  

“We’re just looking out for you.”  Will said quietly, offering his sister a smile.

“Yeah, Billy’s a dick.”  Lucas interjected.

“He beat the shit out of Steve, remember!”  Dustin said, finally his attention on the conversation as the game he’d been playing had been lost.

“I could have taken him.”

“Sure buddy.  How many fights have you actually won, again?”  

Y/N rolled her eyes and listened to the conversation they were having before turning her own head and grabbing the book from her bag and letting the rest of them move off of the topic on their own.  

[goldenhour-goldenboy]

Hi, I'm obsessed with this movie. I've seen it like 10 times now and none of my friends/family will watch it with me. But I was wondering if you could do a younger benny and his high school sweetheart. Maybe they find eachother again later in life. How they were in high school and how they were before he and Will enrolled Vs how they are now given all the things they have seen and how they are older. I just thought this would be so cool.

My LOVE I am so sorry this took so long but I’ve made it! I actually got a bit carried away by the whole younger Benny thing but I hope that’s alright! The ending is fairly short since I didn’t want to overwrite the whole thing (maybe I’ll do another one where I go into detail a bit more how the service changed him but I have to work through the other requests first and there are some that are asking for the same thing so we’ll see)I had SO much FUN writing this and also broke my own heart bc now I’m sad that there’s no Ben Miller in my life lol OKAY 

also i’m also obsessed with that fcking movie it’s not funny i tell you

High School Sweethearts and Long Life Lovers (young!Benny Miller Headcanons)

When you and Benny first meet it’s like two worlds colliding. It’s not necessarily because you are the opposite side of a coin but more that you’ve never interacted with him and don’t exactly share the same group of friends. While you try to get through High School as fast and as unproblematic as possible, Benny seems to almost celebrate every second of it. He’s not a trouble maker per say but he likes to be seen (and heard) while you try to fly under the radar as much as you can. 

For Benny High School is just a passing point, somewhere he’s stuck until he gets his degree and an environment where the rules are not meant to be broken but defiantly meant to be bent to the maximum. For you he’s just another loud guy that tries his damn hardest to prove to the world of tough and different he is and you’re not at all interested in getting drawn into whatever mess he decided to create this week. He’s not a trouble maker but you think he does mean trouble.

You shoot him down the first time he strolls up to you to ask you to hang out. It’s not because rumor has it that Benny Miller leaves nothing but broken hearts and bruised knuckles behind but because his cocky attitude and constant teasing annoy you, not as much as the stares from jealous girls down the halls do, but still enough to decline. What does spark your first interest is the way he accepts your answer (which really consists of a simple “No”, you not intending to argue with him). Though his gaze is still lingering on you for a second, he backs of fairly fast - faster than most boys you’ve encountered by then and it’s his understanding and the space that he gives you afterwards that you appreciate about him. You don’t like him a whole lot better after that but at least he doesn’t turn out to be a real asshole.

Falling for Benny Miller turned out to be a marathon, not a sprint. Somehow, and you’re still not sure how, he wedged his way into your heart. It’s the little things that seem to come to your attention more often afterwards, how he’s almost always late to the classes you share with him not because he doesn’t care but because he walks everyone else of his group of friends to their classes first. How his face lights up when he’s getting picked up by his brother and you watch them through the windshield, Benny turning up the music and belting out the lyrics to a song where he doesn’t hit every note and his brother just snorts at him. 

His bruised knuckles turn out to don’t come from fighting in the streets and picking fights constantly but from taking boxing classes late after school at a local gym. You find out by accident, your cousin who picks you up from school recognizing his brother William and stopping for a quick chat, mentioning training and Benny being involved. William seems far softer than Benny, though you haven’t talked to Benny any more than his brother. For a second there’s a hint of surprise in Will’s eyes as you introduce yourself and you wonder if it may be recognition as well. As you pull your hand from the short handshake you can’t help the thought that crosses your mind if Ben has talked to his older brother about you, the image sending a soft blush to your cheeks.

A lot of firsts happen in the time you’re with Benny. 

The first time seeing bloody knuckles followed by a first time where you have to patch up said bloody knuckles. This time it’s not from training and it’s takes a bit of questioning until he rasps out that there were those bullies that tried to pick on a kid in his neighborhood. You scoff, telling him that he’ll get in trouble if he goes to School like that the next day and that it’ll only make the rumors worse about him being violent but Benny just shrugs, murmuring that it was worth it and he’d do it over and over again.

The first time you taste the bitterness of beer was on his lips, which happened to be the first time you kissed. You remember how his lips were a bit chapped that night, the music blaring inside the house you’ve been invited to, the smell of cigarettes lingering on the front porch and the railing behind you. You remember Benny’s hands on your waist, at first more hesitant but then your lips parted, a soft sound escaping yours and he gripped your waist harder, pressing his body against you.

You remember the first time you smelled him, face pressed into his shirt as it seems that you just couldn’t stop crying. You felt silly in that moment, balling over the loss of your favorite pet but that bundle of fur grew up with you and though you knew that it’s end would come long before your own it still hits you, hard. Benny was there then, rubbing small circles on your back and holding you steady.

Benny’s seeing a kind of sanctuary in you, something steady in a life that seems to move too fast for him. There are countless nights that he crawls through the window and into your room late at night. Sometimes you’re still sitting at your desk studying, sometimes you’re already lying in bed and the face that suddenly appears in your window scares you to death. 

When his dad gets called for another tour, it’s you Benny turns to. Will calls you first after Benny storms out when he hears the news and it doesn’t take long for the younger Miller brother to show up at your window, cheeks red and breathing furiously. He’s frustrated at first, walking circles into your carpet and cursing his dad and his brother and the army and the whole goddamn world before stopping with his back to you. You can’t see his face but the way his shoulders tense up, hands balled at the side before starting to shake you take a gentle hand to turn him around. The sight of his scrunched up face, tears falling big and heavy to your shirt as his head hangs low nearly breaks your heart and this time it’s you that wraps him in a tight hug and rubs his back.

Normally he leaves after a couple of hours but this time Ben falls asleep in your arms, face pressed into the crook of your neck, exhausted from the fear and the crying while you stroke his head, again and again until his ragged breaths calm down and he stops shaking. There’s really nothing you can say to him that will make it better. After all you’re both just two teenagers, too old to believe in miracles, too grown up to ignore the realistic chance of his father getting injured while being deployed. So you hold him and hope that in the daylight, the fear won’t be as strong.

Benny’s an absolute sweetheart to you in school. It’s not like he was rude before but now he’s taking chivalry to a whole new level. There’s usually an arm around your waist or a hand in your back pocket, stolen kisses between class. Glancing his way he’ll catch your eyes, a sheepish smile on his lips and before you turn your attention back to the board.

You’ve tried studying together for a while but it really doesn’t work that great. It’s either Benny distracting you or your distracting Benny, causing piles of homework to get kicked onto the floor, pencils clattering to the ground as you feel his body pressing you into the soft mattress of your bed, hips grinding against yours as he’s starting to suck with his sweet lips right under your jaw.

Benny accumulates a couple of habits since you’re around. There’s little notes that you randomly find in your backpack or your locker, not everyday but mostly after you had a tough week or a fight. Picking you up and dropping you off becomes a thing as soon as he passes his drivers license and there’s usually a cup of coffee waiting in your cupholder at the passenger side. On your birthday he creates a cd with your favorite kind of songs and it becomes your morning pickup playlist, William having to sit through the same songs over and over again whenever he happens to sit in the car.

Benny learns how to play guitar in those years with you though he swears Will made him do it and he didn’t learn it just for you. He’s can’t play an awful lot of songs, most of the time he can’t concentrate and sit still for the amount of time that it takes to learn a full song and playing the same thing over and over bores him to death very easily. But whenever he feels the need to clear his head, he likes to sit down, guitar in his lap and mindlessly pick at the strings. 

Though he hasn’t played in years the old guitar, that was actually your dad’s old guitar that he didn’t need and gave Benny as a gift, still sits in his childhood room at his parents house. He thought about taking it home but he really sees no point in it since he doesn’t play anymore but at the same time he can’t get himself to give it away either.

You try to go to prom with Benny, you even picked out a nice dress and he got dressed up but the night of the actual prom went a bit different than expected. You even made it to the parking lot but neither of you seemed to wanna get out of the car, instead you kept sitting there and looked at the people lingering around or waiting to get inside. It takes one look at each other and Benny’s pulling out of the lot in seconds.

You end up at a diner that night, with burgers and fries, first alone which you enjoy immensely and later joined by your friends that didn’t seem to enjoy the prom too much, even less without you two being there and Benny raising havoc. Instead of dancing in a very sweaty overcrowded gym Benny gets some change for the old jukebox and you end up dancing in the middle of the diner. And though Benny’s dance moves are a bit questionable at times, he twirls and twists you around that night that you get dizzy, grabbing onto his arms for stability where he takes the chance to steal a kiss from you, leaving your friends hollering and whistling at you two from the background.

Breaking up wasn’t so much a decision as it kinda just happened. Near the end of your High School both of you are met with the question on where to go next in life -  and unfortunately it seems as if fate is working against you. While Benny is set on joining the army with his brother (and this really does not come to your surprise since it has always been his dream) you start to look into Colleges. Both of you are stressed because finals are coming up, the inevitable question on how you should continue your relationship combines with the worries about the future and one fight too many leaves both of you with the feeling that maybe this isn’t meant to last forever.

Maybe if the timing was different, the two of you would’ve had the chance to talk it out one more time but you move away a couple of weeks after Benny gets employed and sent to camp for basis training. It’s your first real heartbreak, for both you and Benny and it certainly weighs heavy on your soul. A breakup is always hard but being this young it defiantly feels like the end of the world and it doesn’t help that you can’t seem to shake the thought of “What if..?”

The next time you see each other happens by accident. You’re back in town for a week to catch up with your family and though Ben has certainly changed you recognize him immediately. His body that just started to gain muscles when you last saw each other now has developed quite well and he’d outgrown his scrawny body but it’s still Benny. His hair is cut short and you catch yourself thinking that it’s even a bit too short for your liking. The sheepishness is still there, though his eyes flicker around the area, and you think to spot a hasty glow behind them, though it’s hard to tell from across the parking lot.

You don’t talk that day, him entering the grocery store and you’re about to pull out the lot, time doesn’t seem to give you a chance. But seeing him stirs something inside of you, the thought of him crossing your mind the following week again and again until you even ask your mother if she heard anything from the Millers, though she doesn’t know too much. Your brain is like a overachieving little helper, serving you memories at the most inconvenient times and it takes a bit for you to store the thought of Benny Miller to the back of your mind again.

It’s been ages now, at least it feels like it, when you stumble into each other, for real this time. You’re in front of a bar, waiting for your friends who want to celebrate your move back to town, though the thought brings nothing but hot shame to your cheeks that you wish to drown in a generous amount of alcohol. It really doesn’t feel like your next step in life but more like you’re taking ten steps back and thinking about moving back in with your parents makes your hairs stand in the back of your neck. 

This time you don’t recognize him immediately. He’s almost inside the bar when your eyes meet on accident, you glancing up from your phone again, trying not to look too long at the bulky dude in the grey sweater passing you by. He stops and you clutch your bag a little tighter, frantically trying to remember what your father told you about throwing a punch, just in case, and you almost take a step back as you hear his voice. “Y/N?” It’s hard to look at him now, his face a collage of colorful bruises, a split lip and red nose and you though you try hard find the boy that you gave your heart to in his eyes it takes you a minute.

You quickly realized that his appearance isn’t the only thing that has changed. He’s still witty and quick with a come back to tease but there’s a lack of his easy going charm and he seems to have lost some of his carelessness along the way. Maybe it’s because you’re not as close anymore, a small voice in the back of your head whispers and you silently agree. After all you’ve grown too, so expecting him to be still a boy at heart might be a bit too much.

You’re chatting for a while and it feels awkward at first, a stiff conversation about nonsense. Your eyes sneak back to his injuries and you can’t help but think that Benny looks .. rough. You don’t ask him how he’s been, the question seems silly to you because what even are you trying to hint at? His time in service? Where’s at now? What the hell he’s done to get that beaten up? 

You part as your friends arrive, Benny scattering away as they get out of the car and you end up not knowing how to say goodbye. It ends in a long nod from him and a small smile from you, fiddling with the hem of your jacket as you debate wether or not to ask if he wants to stay in touch and you get caught up in the excitement of your friends, the group giggling and pushing you through the front door of the bar. As you look over your shoulder you only see Benny’s back as he’s crossing the street, almost at the other side and you break into a sprint to catch him before he vanishes into the night. 

It takes a bit of convincing until he lets you type in your number into his phone. “Let’s keep in touch, yeah?” He nods and you’re almost sure he won’t call. It’s a week later that your phone rings, Benny on the other line, stuttering about catching up (he promises that most of his face looks better now and that he won’t scare the living daylights out of you this time) and suddenly you’re fifteen again, heart racing as you agree.

Find the moodboard for highschool!Benny Miller here! xx

[local-errand-girl]

2:15 AM - 10:00 AM

i think abt these homestuck blogs and cry

… Sent 2:15 AM …

It was the last text that was sent to the blog she ran, and all she really did was post things she wanted to talk about randomly for people to respond. Having decided that she’d leave her room in favor of rooftop exploring, she had set her laptop down on the windowsill and slid off the space herself. Spending a few minutes changing her clothes, she wore her normal get up and fixed the hat atop her head, not having much time to do her hair and opting to leave it down altogether this time. Looking behind her at the pink clock, she watches the hands of it shift and tick away at the minutes.

“ 2:18 . . . Well, at least I’ll get to do whatever. Boss doesn’t have anything planned at all today . . . “ She mumbled to herself, fixing her jacket before moving and hopping back onto the window sill. Stretching her arms above her head, she holds a smile on her face before pushing the glass window open. Peering down from her spot above the city for the most part, she shrugged and bent forwards to pull her pants leg up. Starting with the left leg, she put a hand on the knee and shocked it lightly, the current nudging on the silencers she put into her own legs. Then, she repeated the action with her right leg.

This was, for the most part, how she moved about so silently. She was the errand girl for a reason! Nobody could actually spot or hear her whenever she was doing a search mission for the boss. Even then, it was still annoying that she wasn’t deemed strong enough to go off on her own like Zora could. The cowgirl had more freedom than Yoomtah, and she clicked her tongue in a bitter way. Shaking her head and clearing her mind, she leaps out of the window to extend her legs towards the rooftop as she collided with it. The most sound that came from her was a small little `oomph` as she staggered slightly on her feet. Looking back at the window with a cocked head, she shrugs her shoulders idly before looking ahead and taking off.

Around 3:30 AM, she’d already hopped onto the museum rooftop, blinking a few times and huffing slightly. This was always fun, but it also had to have her sitting down for a bit each time she did at least a couple hundred feet or so of rooftop hopping. Arms folded neatly behind her, she stands on top of the roof and peers down at the medium sized drop below. She remembered some things while there; One of which was how often her mother used to take her when she was just around 4 years old or so . . . Even now, she looks back on the memory with a grain of salt. Whenever they left the museum, she’d always take them home and get wasted faster than Zora can shoot a bullet. Which was, surprisingly fast.

Yoomtah never noticed it before, but maybe her mother wasn’t the best person to have been put with after the divorce.

Head tilted back slightly and a hand holding the rim of her hat, the pink haired girl stared quietly for a few more moments. After at least 5 minutes had passed, she turned her head behind her before turning away from the front of the building. Taking off again, she leaps off the rooftop to land on another in it’s place. Sprinting, she hops swiftly from place to place before adding in a few twirls and flips into the mix. Overall, she looked like one of those old school movie ninjas! Those gymnastics really paid off.

Another rooftop, and another, and another . . . After about a whopping total of 50 rooftops, she’d already reached the other half of the city. Plopping down to sit on the edge of the rooftop, she looked up at the sky to see the sun peeking over the horizon. Eyes wide, she pulled out her phone and looked at the time. “ 5:15? Wow . . . “ A couple hours were spent hopping rooftops altogether, and she decided to just stay put on this one specifically. Legs swinging off the edge, she looked down at the ground from her perch. It was a decently sized building, still suspending her at least a solid bit off the ground, but even then it didn’t really give her the best view of everything. That’s why she enjoyed her bedroom the most.

Thumbing through texts from her boss, sometimes the occasional threat from Zora plaguing her phone . . . She stopped as she got a notification for one of her phone games. Snorting slightly, she opened the colorful icon and held the phone in both her hands. An electrical current spiked through her hair then settled back down, eyes lighting up alongside the little current, and she grinned excitedly. This’ll help her forget about her mom for today!

. . . . . .

oh… whoops!!! lmao i spent all night on somebody’s roof to watch the sky. lol, hope they didn’t notice.

… Sent 10:00 AM …

[im-whatchamccallit]

Are You Mine?// Im Jaebum (Got7)

Request: hiya 🥰 could I please request a got7 JB scenario angst where him and y/n have a huge fight over another girl trying to get with him? thx so much

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Probably confusing lol

Words: 4.7k

“Let me see if I remember: Hyunmin you met while b-boying, Minjae you met in middle school, and Sujin? Your parents were friends so you’ve known her since birth, right?” You asked as Jaebum shut the car door behind you, locking it quickly before grasping your hand to lead you up the doorway of his home.

“Yes, but Minjae was a b-boy too, he wouldn’t want you to forget that.” He noted, your head nodding understandingly.

He had told you his friends from Goyang were coming to visit and, this being their first night in Seoul and seeing him in what felt like years, was the perfect opportunity for his old friends to meet his new ones. He especially wanted them to meet you. Just a way to surprise them with the knowledge that he, someone who used to be so aloof and reserved, could find someone so outgoing and cordial.

He opened the door to reveal everyone was already inside, talking and laughing as if they’d know each other all their lives.

“Jaebum!” A girl yelled as he shut the door, your grin wide and genuine as she approached you both.

She was just as Jaebum described her to you: so happy and energetic, ready for a conversation at any moment with the largest smile on her face. Maybe, if the opportunity was present, you’d become friends.

“You must be Sujin. I’m (Y/n), it’s really nice to me-“

“Jaebum, Minjae found this video from years ago of one of your modeling competitions. Look!” She exclaimed enthusiastically as she hooked her arm with his, pulling him from the entrance as you stood dumbfounded.

You sighed as you held onto your glass of wine, your hand swaying side to side with disinterest as you watched the dark red liquid crash against the sides of the crystalware.

It was already two hours into the night and you felt miserable. Sure, you were with the other boys of Got7, joking around and catching up, even Minjae and Hyunmin making an effort to get to know you, but you couldn’t help but feel so ignored by Jaebum and Sujin. Anytime he turned to converse with you, she interrupted, regaining his attention for something so mundane, but his kind nature refused to let him tell her how uninterested he was.

You had watched her closely all night to see what her deal was. She was nice and talkative yet had no intentions of giving you a second of her time.

You were starting to believe it was you.

Maybe your attitude came off the wrong way or you were trying too hard but, from the way she kept her arm looped with Jaebum’s, her hand on his knee as they spoke, her over the top laughter followed by her head falling onto his shoulder, you knew this wasn’t about you. It was all about him.

“I’m gonna get something to eat.” You announced lowly, standing from your spot between Jackson and BamBam before heading to the kitchen, Jaebum’s brows furrowing as he followed your obviously upset figure.

Jaebum was starting to worry that you weren’t fond of Sujin from the way you abruptly stopped trying speaking to her. You were two of the most important people in his life and the idea of one of you not liking the other was a bit disheartening for him. He looked to Sujin, her eyes already fixated on him as she moved slightly closer, her side digging further into his.

“Sujin, do you think you can get some snacks from the kitchen for me? (Y/n) usually doesn’t bring any back.” He lied.

“Of course.” She said cheerfully, but unwillingly released his arm, starting to make her way to the kitchen where you stood, grasping the large bag of Doritos and chewing lazily.

Your eyes fell upon one another as she sized you up, not saying a word as she looked into his fridge for some snacks to bring back. You cleared your throat as you swallowed slightly.

“I never realized how close you and Jaebum were, Sujin.” She slowly stood and faced you, shutting the fridge door to lean against it, a small smile on her lips.

“Yeah. That tends to happen when you’ve been friends with someone for so long.”

You laughed dryly at her tone, something about it so bitter and sarcastic. You weren’t usually one to fight over something so petty but every instinct in your body was yearning for you to tell her off.

“So just friends? From the way things looked, I’d say it seemed like more.”

“Are you accusing me of something, (Y/n)?”

“Oh, so you do know my name? I figured, from the way you flocked to Jaebum as soon as we came in, you didn’t catch it.” There was a brief silence after your small outburst before she sighed, her eyes glaring into yours as you both contemplated if you should make this discussion physical or not.

“Look, he is my best friend and-“

“And my boyfriend. And we both know he wants us to get along so, let’s put this aside, play nice, and maybe get to know each other. If you have feelings for him, that’s fine, tons of people do, but don’t throw yourself at him knowing he’s with someone.”

She said nothing as you stepped past her, reentering the living room and finding a seat next to Jaebum with the large bag, almost everybody grabbing at it despite having already eaten. Jaebum looked to the kitchen’s entrance, no sign of Sujin as you angrily bit into the triangle snack.

“Where’s Sujin?” He asked you, your finger pointing to the kitchen as Minjae asked you more about your hometown, seeing as you weren’t from Seoul either.

You tried to ignore Jaebum as he stood and headed in that direction, using all of your will power to not roll your eyes as he went to her rescue.

Jaebum heard a small sniffle as he stepped inside the kitchen, Sujin sitting at the table with her head in the palm of her hand, the other wiping away a stray tear as she looked up to see him staring at her.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, lowering his voice as he approached her, her hand waving him off as she looked anywhere but him.

“It’s nothing. It’s just that,” She took a shaky breath, swallowing slightly as she finally glanced at him, her eyes red and refilling with tears.

“I don’t think (Y/n) likes me.”

(Y/n)? But you loved everyone, within reason. It was one of the reasons Jaebum fell in love with you.

When he told you about his friends coming to visit, you were just as excited as him, maybe more. You were always into meeting new people, you were even more into working hard to make sure they liked you. But you were also someone who was difficult to bother. Nothing ever seemed to get under your skin, only in rare cases has Jaebum seen you breakdown or express hatred for someone. And Sujin fit perfectly in the category of people you tend to love. It didn’t make sense.

“What do you mean? Did she say that?” He asked, waiting patiently for her response.

“No, but she has this crazy idea that I’m trying to steal you from her. I tried to tell her we were just friends and she snapped at me. I don’t blame her though. Maybe I am too close to you.” She said sadly, a sharp pain in Jaebum’s chest from a mix of anger and hurt.

Of all people to act this way, he never expected it’d be you. You barely talked to her all night and randomly decide you hate her? It was so out of character for you but, from the way Sujin continued to weep, thinking back to the events that occurred just a minutes ago.

“I’ll be back.” He said calmly before heading back to the living room, Sujin’s lips curling into a smirk as she wiped her now dry eyes.

“(Y/n), it’s getting late. I need to take you home.” Jaebum said as soon as he saw you, your eyes questioningly darting from the movie Yugyeom decided to put on. From the way the scowl on his face deepened at your expression, you decided it was best to just go along with him.

You pulled yourself up and said your farewells, looking for Sujin to have an at least properly goodbye with her but she still wasn’t back. Jaebum grabbed your hand and hurried you to the front door, both of you slipping your shoes on in silence before he left out the door before you. It was unlike him. He always waited for you to go first then went ahead to open the passenger door for you but, instead, you did it yourself, neither of you exchanging a glance or words as he began the route to your apartment.

You stared out the window and tried to find some way to bring up his behavior. You didn’t want to come off too hostile but didn’t want to make it seem like you were going to easily forgive him for being so cold to you, especially for nothing.

“Sujin told me what happened.” He finally spoke, causing you to turn in his direction while his eyes remained on the road that was now becoming empty as he turned onto your street.

“It was just a small talk, I didn’t want to make it a big thing. I was making an effort to get her to like me but we barely had a real conversation.”

“Maybe it’s because you were ignoring her all night and a made up some fantasy that she was trying to steal me from you.” You scoffed and sat up, staring at him with disbelief at the fact that he thought you were intentionally giving her the cold shoulder and not the other way around.

“You can’t sit here and tell me I didn’t try to talk to her. The moment I walked in, I was nice, and she cut me off trying to get to you. And I’m not sure if it’s your desperate need to have and keep friends, but you practically let her throw herself at you. You never once told her to back off!”

“You’re being paranoid and ridiculous. She is my friend, if that’s something you have a problem with, you can tell me and I won’t bring you around her again but don’t sit there and act like you couldn’t have been nice.”

“She was all over you, touching you every-fucking-where, and you did nothing to stop her! All night! While I was right there! If I was like that with Jinyoung, would you not feel somewhat angry?” You waited for his response as he pulled into the guest parking lot, finding a spot closest to the entrance.

You watched as he turned to face you, his scowl gone but his eyes narrow and glaring.

“I would be pissed. But the difference is, you met him two years ago, I’ve known her my whole life. We’re close enough to do those things.”

“Bullshit, Jaebum. I know you’re not stupid so, please, tell me how you cannot see that she’s in love with you?”

“Even if she was, (Y/n), I’d think you’d trust me enough to not try anything with her.” You sighed in exasperation and sat back in your seat, shutting your eyes as you recollected yourself.

Maybe it was all in your head and you were reading too deep into everything. But you had a feeling you were right. That she was after him and such a small lie, from her of all people, would ruin your relationship. But you didn’t want to lose this relationship. You loved Jaebum. You’d give anything to be with him. And, as much as you hated to admit it, your sanity was one of those things.

“I do trust you. I just need to know that nothing is going to happen between you two, because I really don’t want to lose you.” You confessed, opening your eyes at the feeling of his hand on yours.

“How about you come over tomorrow and we settle everything? You, me, and Sujin. She’ll tell you herself that she has no feelings for me and we can forget everything that happened tonight.”

You sucked on your lower lip before nodding hesitantly, chuckling softly as his lips pressed to your cheek before you turned so they could meet yours, you both reluctantly pulling away.

“Want me to walk you inside?”

“Nah. The dragon doesn’t usually show up around this time so, I’ll be fine.” You joked with a small chuckle before exiting the car, making your way to the apartment’s side door just as he drove away.

The faint sound of his ringtone alarmed him, causing him to blindly search for it in his pocket, pressing answer unquestionably.

“Hello?”

“Hey, we finished cleaning up and everyone just left. Do you want me to stay here until you get back?” Sujin asked, pacing his living room with a hopeful tone in her voice.

“Uhm, no, that’s fine, you can go. But I need to talk to you.”

“What about?” She tried to hide the excitement in her voice as she took a seat on his sofa.

“I asked (Y/n) to come by tomorrow so we can all talk. Do you think you can stop by in the morning? I just want to make sure everything’s okay between you both.”

She felt her smile fall and quickly replace with an annoyed frown.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks, Sujin. See you at 10.”

Sujin hung up immediately and groaned, dialing for a taxi to take her to her hotel, he body unwillingly lifting from his couch as she went to wait outside.

You did as Jaebum asked, showing up bright and early to meet with him and Sujin to discuss the night before. Jaebum wanted to remain neutral, sitting on a neighboring chair as you both sat on the sofa, eyeing both of you cautiously while Nora and Odd walked around aimlessly.

No one was speaking and the silence was starting to bother you, your body straightening as you prepared an awkward apology for the girl.

“Sujin, I’m sorry if I came off a bit harsh last night. I think I misinterpreted everything between you and Jaebum. You seem like a really nice girl and I’d love to talk to you more and hopefully become friends.”

The apology was forced but still genuine. You weren’t sorry about your gut feeling, it was almost never wrong, you were just sorry the first real conversation between you had to be an intervention.

“Of course, (Y/n). I guess we both made mistakes.” Sujin smiled before holding out her arms for you.

You laughed awkwardly as you tried to hold back a remark to refute her last statement, accepting her hug before slowly pulling away.

“Do you think we should all go out to eat? Maybe actually get to know each other?” Sujin offered although it was out of politeness and not a genuine desire, her eyes darting between to you and Jaebum.

“I actually can’t. I have to finish cleaning for my apartment inspection today.” You admitted sadly, slowly standing with Jaebum as you gave him a quick hug and peck.

“I’ll see you tonight. Bye, Sujin.” You said, hastily making an exit to get home before the maintenance workers realize you repaired your stove yourself.

Sujin groaned loudly to catch Jaebum’s attention, his eyes worriedly finding her as she readjusted herself on the couch.

“Thank god, she’s gone. I’ve been wanting to tell you something’s off about her since last night.” She said with a laugh, her childhood friend finding no amusement in her words.

“I thought you just said you were fine with her.”

“For you, Jae, but really? She’s so insecure and manipulative. The moment I saw her, I knew something was weird about her.”

“She isn’t like that, Sujin.”

“She assumed I was in love with you, she threatened me to stay away from you, and, not to mention, you.”

“Me?” Jaebum asked, watching his overly-skeptical friend smile sadly at him.

“When you first started dating, you used to tell me how she was always crying about you not being with her all the time because of your schedule, and how you were exhausted trying to make time for her and your idol career, but she never once tried to visit you on tour while you’ve flown back to Seoul quite a few times for her, to my understanding. She’s toxic for you, Jaebum.”

As much as he refused to believe it, she was right. You were always doing whatever you could to get your way with him. He was sacrificing so much to be with you but what have you done for him? And now that Sujin’s brought it up, you were a bit possessive and unstable as well. It’s like he was seeing you as a completely different person. Not the sweet and loving girl he met almost two years ago that would drive halfway across the city just to have dinner with him, but a monster that was yanking the leash you forced onto his neck with every breath he took.

He said nothing as he grabbed his keys, storming out of his home and making his way to yours, leaving Sujin to relish in her bittersweet scheme.

You didn’t live that far from Jaebum, just a five minute drive. But, at the speed he was going, he made it in three. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of keys unlocking your door, your body relaxing as you noticed it was Jaebum.

“You scared me.” You said lightly as you stretched higher to clean the large, glass balcony door.

“I’ve noticed something about you.” He said lowly, watching as you continued to wipe away at the large window.

“You’ve been doing these subtle things that I always thought were so cute and normal but, really, you were controlling me.”

“Controlling you?” You questioned playfully, finally placing the spray bottle and paper towel down to face him.

“You always make me go the extra mile for you yet never do anything in return for me. You almost ended my friendship with Sujin because you’re so self-conscious and insecure. You always text me and expect me to be by your side. Like, what if I didn’t want to see you tonight? You just assumed I’d be there.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his outburst, taking a step closer to him.

“The reason I don’t do everything for you that you’ve done for me is because you’re a singer, Jaebum. You get paid so much more than I do and, even when I beg you to not do those things, you do them. Plus, Sujin and I have talked it out and made amends, I just misread the situation and I apologized for that. And you don’t have to be with me all the time. If you want to be alone, say you want to be alone, but the reason I always text you is to make sure you’re okay. It’s called being a good girlfriend.”

“Please, you’ve done so much more crap that’s way worse than this, (Y/n). Even Sujin thinks you’re just ruining m-“

“Sujin? Sujin said this to you?” You both froze as you let out a loud, obnoxious but angry laugh.

You knew your gut was right all along. That sleazy, no good rat was trying to ruin your relationship and you were strong enough to not let it happen. Jaebum, on the other hand, wasn’t. Being manipulated so easily but accusing the wrong person of it.

“What? Are you going to say she’s trying to steal me from you again?”

“Yes, because that’s exactly what’s she’s doing! She’s lying to you so that you’ll break up with me and she’ll be your shoulder to cry on. Just because she’s been your friends for years and has only met me once, you think she knows me? I’ve been with you for two fucking years! You have seen every possible side of me and yet now, the moment she arrives and has one forced talk with me, she has me all figured out? Are you that fucking stupid or are you just being a dick right now?”

He glared at you while you let out a deep breath, finding some power in you to calm down, wanting to at least talk this out reasonably but you were so zoned out, you didn’t notice he was leaving your apartment.

“Jaebum, wait!” You called, rushing towards him to grab his hand but he snatched it back harshly, almost knocking you over in the process.

“I don’t want to be around you, (Y/n).”

“Look, we’re both angry but fighting is normal, every couple does it. We just need to talk-“

“And then what? You’ll cry, I’ll forgive you, and we do whatever you want so you can feel better?” His words hurt a bit from how true they were. But you weren’t going to give up so easily, even if you had to do something you never thought you’d have to.

“Jaebum, I want to work this out with you, but I can only do that if we talk. You can either come inside so we can discuss this like adults or you can leave but, if you do, we’re over.”

This was the first time you’ve used an ultimatum with him, or anyone for that matter, and all Jaebum heard was Sujin’s voice whispering that you’re tricking him. He could tell by the look in your eyes you were hoping he’d go back inside but he was torn. Would he believe you or his best friend? Someone he’s known two years or someone he’s grown up with? He knew her better than he though he knew you, and he knew that she couldn’t possibly lie to him.

You nearly whimpered as you watched him walk away, your lips curling as you felt your eyes start to swell with tears, your body sadly turning as you stepped back into your apartment and slammed the door shut, now knowing where you really stood in his life.

The sound of his front door opening alarmed Sujin, her body sitting upright on the couch as she muted the television, watching as Jaebum bitterly kicked off his shoes, tossing his keys to a nearby table. She slowly stood and approached him, unsure of what to expect when she finally stood before him.

“What’s going on?” She asked cautiously, her eyes examining his to see that they were glossed over. Sure it was heartbreaking but it was a sign of hope for her.

“I confronted (Y/n), and, I guess we’re not together anymore.” He muttered, Sujin’s mouth falling agape.

“Are you serious?”

“She said she wanted to talk but if I left, it’d be over. I don’t know why I-“ He nearly fell over as Sujin practically jumped into his arms, a wide smile on her face as she leaned in to kiss him, his head turning so she only caught his cheek.

“What’s wrong?” She asked with a giggle, watching as he gently placed her down, his face a mixture of disgust and shock.

“What are you doing?”

“You just said you left her for me.” He felt his mouth open to explain how wrong she was but nothing came out, leaving her to approach him once more, his feet instantly moving him back.

“Jaebum, I’ve been contemplating saying this for the past three and a half years but I’m in love with you. I always have been. If we were together, it’d just make sense. (Y/n) doesn’t know you like I know you, she couldn’t be there for you like I’ve been. We’re practically soulmates.”

“We’re only friends, Sujin.” He said definitively, catching her off guard.

The confession just made him feel even worse.

You were right all along.

From the very first day you met Sujin, you warned him, and he ignored you. He called you crazy. He always took so much pride in knowing each person in his life, especially you, he forgot to remember that you were never someone to jump to conclusions so wildly. You were even willing to set your own dignity aside to make up with someone you didn’t trust, for him. You were probably about to take the blame for everything wrong with your damn-near perfect relationship for him. And your relationship? It was over because one of the people he confided in most lied to him.

“I think you should go.” He said in a low, wary tone.

Sujin didn’t bother to argue as she stormed past him and grabbed her shoes, slipping them on quickly and exiting his home, knowing that everything she did was for nothing but humiliation at her expense.

Jaebum quickly grabbed his phone and dialed your number, the line going straight to your voicemail. He continued trying, only producing the same results before texting you instead, a message appearing to let him know he could no longer send messages to you either. You must have been serious about the break up. He never doubted you but, to block him on everything so fast and so easily, it made it stomach churn.

Jaebum grabbed his keys once more and quickly put on his shoes, rushing back to his car for what felt like the fifth time today and rushing to your apartment.

He didn’t bother to say hello to your elderly neighbor as he usually did, climbing the three flights of stairs eagerly before finding himself at your door. He didn’t hesitate to place his key into the lock, staring in confusion as it didn’t work, trying again with the top lock but to no avail.

“(Y/n)!” He called, knocking on the door loudly, hoping you were inside.

And you were. Blankly staring at TV as you listened to Jaebum scream your name, your nose still runny as your tear stained cheeks  hurt with each sniffle, your sobs dying down long ago as you sat in silence. Your hand instantly grabbed the remote and turned the volume up to the highest setting, drowning his panicked voice and knocks out.

He froze at the familiar sound of The Last Empress, causing him to bang on the door even more. He didn’t seem to notice the small male approaching him, an angered but cautious look on his face.

“Excuse me.” He spoke, tapping Jaebum on the shoulder to gain his attention.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, the younger man unsure of whether to respond to him or not.

“I need to get in but my key doesn’t work.”

“Oh, is this apartment 24? Ms. (Y/l/n) asked us to change them earlier. Doorknob, deadbolt, and all.” The man said proudly as that was only twenty minutes or so ago.

“Are you the maintenance worker here? Do you have a key to get in?”

“I do, but I know every tenant here, and I’m certain you aren’t included on Ms. (Y/l/n)’s lease. I can’t let you in without her permission.” Jaebum nearly growled at the man but instead returned to slamming his hand against the door, calling out your name in anger while frantically yanking at the doorknob.

The older male sighed and turned to leave the scene, knowing his frail body couldn’t fight off someone both youthful and angry.

Jaebum was near the point of tears, kicking and ramming his shoulder into the almost impenetrable door, knowing you could hear him, even over the sounds of Shin Sung-Rok’s monologuing.

He uncertainly grabbed his phone, knowing he’d never be able to reach you but unwilling to stop trying, not ready to go back to his home and admit defeat. He was about to unlock it when a stray message appeared, Sujin’s name bold and infuriating, but not as infuriating as her words.

‘I guess we’re both alone now, Jae.��

The realization set in that he really was alone. He lost one of his best friends and, now, you. All because of his own stupidity. And there was no apology big enough to get either of you back.