#idk why but the more I furiously blast it the more I can get over it

[mikrokosmoswrites]

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[malarkgirlypop]

BoB Themes songs/Songs they would jam out to!

Winters:

Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac, the live at warner brothers edition. Absolutely loves Fleetwood Mac, would drag Nix along to see them in concert, he just adores Stevie Nicks. I could see him just singing this so loud in the car, putting his whole soul into it.

Nixon:

Shots by LMFAO and Lil John, it just depicts his life, gets him hyped to do shots, also an excuse to do shots, "The song is telling me to do it!" Will put it on every time they pregame so that he can drink and dance.

Lipton:

Kiss from a Rose by Seal. I can imagine Lipton singing this, he loves this song so much. He is so serious as well when he sings it, he means every word, might have secretly choreographed a whole dance to this, but will not tell a soul about it. Speirs might have spied him doing it and just watched with a little grin on his face.

Speirs:

Master of Puppets by Metallica. You cannot tell me this wasn't playing in his head and he sprinted through Foy. Doesn't head bang just appreciates the music. Constantly playing in his head whenever he does cool shit.

Eugene:

Come away with me by Norah Jones. This song is so sweet just like him. I can imagine him just sitting daydreaming about leaving with Babe, like the song says. It helps him unwind after a stressful day, he just sits and listens and daydreams about being in field where the yellow grass grows knee high. It helps him escape the sadness and he just is able to put himself in a nice headspace.

Babe:

No thoughts empty head just Teach me how to Dougie by Cali Swag District playing. He will have this in his brain constantly, and is just doing the dougie in really tiny movements so that no one notices. When he looks spaced out it's because he is in his brain doing the dougie, let him finish his performance before you talk to him, you can tell when the song is over you will see him take imaginary applause.

Welsh:

Love on Top Beyoncè. HE IS A BEYONCE FAN LET ME TELL YOU! Him and Kitty love her! Kitty was her fan first but Welshie definitely fell harder. He sings this to Kitty as he butchers the high notes. He bops around the room, her music just makes him so happy. Kitty and him have been to multiple of her concerts and having a fucking boogie in the pit.

George:

Scatman by Scatman John. My god don't let George play this, you will be kinda scared. He tries his best to scat but really he is just yelling random syllables at you. He will run around the room scatting furiously, he thinks this song is equally hilarious and the best song in the world, he loves it. You will be crying laughing as he performs this for you. Up in your face scatting, like we can all imagine what he looks like doing this right?

Toye:

Burn it to the ground by Nickleback. Just Toye and this song idk scratches an itch in my brain. I can see him just scrunching up his face jamming out. Also this plays in his head when he wears his brass knuckles. This is his fight song. He loves the grungy guitar and yelling vocals. Will sing the song if drunk enough, but will try and fight you at the same time.

Bill:

Come as you are by Nirvana. Idk also same as Toye it just scratches an itch in my brain, more lowkey but this is his chill song. Will listen to this while having a bourbon. Will sing quietly to the song. This plays in his head when he walks anywhere it's his like I'm a bad bitch song. Blast it in the car windows down with a hot chick in the passenger seat, you see him in his fucking sick ass car, shades on and you just want to be him. Why is he so cool? It's the song! But also Bill is just cool.

Liebgott:

Yeah! by Usher ft. Lil John and Ludacris. This is his song that he just pulls bitches with and by bitches I mean Web ahahaha. Just fucking slays the dance he does to this, like is he from step-up? Moose from step up vibes very that! Like ok stop it why are you so hot? He just is so smug and kills it every time. Ugh I can imagine it and he is so hot. Like he is just got chicks grinding all over him and he is the star of the show still. His smirk and dancing. OMG HOT!

Web:

Prada by cassö, RAYE, D-Block Europe. A classic white girly song, loves the part where is says I got strippers tits in my face. Bounces up and down super drunk. Does a motorboat motion at his favourite lyrics, has people he is dancing with has his arms around them just jumping up and down.

Donald:

Low by Flo Rida, T-Pain. This is his jam! Goes absolutely mental when it is played, will stop and dace no matter where he is! Played one time when he was in the supermarket with Skip and Alex. They left him in the aisle having a dance party by himself. They went and got him when the song stopped playing he was a sweaty mess and all of his items he had collected were scattered over the floor. Will pull out his one party trick which is his back bend.

Skip:

Rock this Party by Bob Sinclar. Nothing gets him more hyped that this song. Will move his whole body to this song, if you watch him you're worried he's going to dislocated something. You've never seen someone jump as high as he does to this dance. This song will cheer him up whatever mood he is in. He just can't fight the infectious beat. Don and Alex played it one time for him when he was crying, it ended up with him still crying but dancing like a maniac.

Alex:

Axel F by Crazy Frog. I just see him like crab shuffle dacing around the room, like the you can't touch this dance move. He will run and run to this song if it plays when he's on his morning jog. This song is what got him up Currahee. He sung it in his head the entirety of Tocca to help him get through PT. Bahahaha. Somehow good at the weird vocal lyrics it has.

Buck:

Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes. Buck loves this song, the steady drum the classic bass riff. This is his marching song. He walks everywhere to this song. But he is so fast when he does it cause he keeping pace with the drums, so don't go on walks with him if he brings his headphones you will be left behind. This is his hype song. Plays air instruments the song, will do the air guitar solo and kill it.

Martin:

Don't stand so close to me by The police. Listen he likes the song sure but the title is him to a T. Don't stand close to me is his motto in life. He likes his personal space and he will play this song if he thinks you're getting in his bubble. He will just stare at you while it plays, until you get the message.

Perco:

Boom Boom Pow by Black Eyed Peas. We know that Perco is a fast runner it's cause this is playing in his head as he runs. Does his amazing B-boy skills to this song. Popping and flips. You just watch him absolutely devour this song. He is a freestyler but omg he just fucking kills it.

Bull:

Fake ID by Big and Rich. Has the whole line dance to memory from the movie footloose, which is one of his fav movies. He is so good at line dancing and he just loves the moves to this song. Is in his happy place doing the dance, just grinning!

This is the playlist if anyone wants it.

Tag list: @sweetxvanixlla, @xxluckystrike, @panzershrike-pretz, since we talked about it!

[hwangsies]

[10:56 pm]

lee minho x female reader (smut)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, piv, choking, magic wand (vibrator) play, fratboy!minho i guess lmaoo, dom!minho, slight degradation, praise, a little daddy kink (idk it just happend ufbiskhbi), slight dumbification, overstimulation, multiple orgasm

wc: 2.1 k

enjoy <3

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You feel the buzz of the gin tonic you had ten minutes ago slowly make its way to your head.

The loud bass is pounding in your chest as you sway your hips to the music in the crowd that had formed itself in the middle of your boyfriends spacious frat house living room.

Wondering where the hell that boyfriend of yours was, you take out your phone to check if he sent you any messages, your body still moving.

As if on cue, a muscular torso presses itself into your back and a strong thigh wedges between your legs.

You gasped softly and clutch onto your phone.

“there you are” plump lips press against the shell of your ear, the whispers that are escaping them send shivers down your spine as a big grin etches across your face.

“I’ve been looking for you” your boyfriend continues, swiping your hair to one side of your neck, his signature grin detectable in his voice.

“I got here like 10 minutes ago” you lean your head back against his broad shoulder as his hands tighten around your waist.

Your lashes flutter and a shaky moan leaves your lips when his open lips press against your jugular.

“missed you” his wandering lips mumble, your hand reaching up into his brown locks as he grinds his hips into yours from behind.

“fuck- you did, huh?” you giggle shakily when you feel him get hard right above your ass.

Minho sucks the soft skin under your ear in between his lips and you feel his fingers digging into your hips; when you tighten your fist in his hair in response and roll your ass against his crotch he lets out a low growl.

The vibrations against your neck make you giggle and you feel your panties getting damper.

Releasing your skin with a soft pop, he twirls you around and steadies you with a strong grip on your waist.

“fuck” he mumbles before a smug grin tuggs at his lips and he leans down to roughly connect yours with his.

His tongue invades your mouth hurriedly as you cling onto his shoulders and deepen the kiss even more.

He had been away with felix and hyunjin to attend a dance competition on the other side of seoul and you didn’t get to see him for two weeks, until now.

One of his hands find its place underneath your jaw as he pulls you closer to him, you can feel how needy he is for you and it drives you crazy.

His groans are being swallowed by the intense kiss you’re sharing as your one hand moves down to clutch his shirt for dear life and the other one cards through his hair.

The adrenaline that minho triggers inside of you, rushes through your veins as your tongues roll against each others.

Once more, he kisses the corner of your mouth before travelling down your neck, his grip on the back of your neck holding your head angled back.

You moan when he starts sucking a bruise into your skin and lightly grazes his teeth over it, you’re loud enough for him to hear through the blasting music but not for anyone else.

He chuckles lowly at your heightened sensitivity, which comes with the heat of his body against yours, the alcohol and probably the fact of him not touching you in two weeks.

“seems like you missed me more” he quips and nips at the soft skin on the base of your neck.

“shut up, lets go upstairs” you manage to breathe out before his lips are on yours again.

“mm-okay” he grins against your lips, teeth clinking together and breathing heavily before he presses a last peck to your kiss swollen lips.

He grabs your smaller hand in his and leads you through the crowd before walking up the stairs to his bedroom.

Opening the door to his bedroom, he lets you walk in before closing the door behind himself.

“I have a surprise for you” he grins.

“oh no” you chuckle “why am I scared” he rolls his eyes playfully before walking around his bed and patting his sheets, signalling you to sit down.

SO, you sit down and look up at him.

“okay, close your eyes and hold out your hands” he grins when your frown.

“c’mon babyyy”

“ugh alright” you give in, holding out your hands and closing your eyes.

“okay” he mutters before gently placing something heavy and long into your hands.

“open them” minho suddenly says, startling you just a little.

You blink a few times before your eyes fall onto the big massage wand with a just as big bulbous head in your hands.

“wha” your eyes flicker in between it and your boyfriend “is this…?”

He snickers and lowers himself onto his bed as well, leaning into you and kissing your lips.

“I wanna use it on you” he whispers, cocking his brows up when you just stare back at him.

“okay” you blush furiously, never before used something of this size nor seen in real life.

“would you want that?” he asks, gently caressing your waist.

“yea- I just don’t know if I trust this thing” you huff, at which minho places a kiss to your cheek before moving to your ear.

“do you trust me?” he pulls back to look at your face, taking the large toy out of your hand and placing it next to himself.

“of course” you smile before he presses his lips to yours again, making you lay back down as he hovers over you.

He is quick to tug your jeans off your legs once your lift your hips for him, his fingers finding their place rubbing over your thinly clothed core.

Your head drops back onto the sheets as he circles your clit “minho” you moan, grabbing his face to connect your lips again.

“fuck” you moan when he flattens his hand over your core.

“can I use it on you?” he whispers into the skin below your ear.

“yes” you exhale without second thought, your boyfriend grins and reaches back for the wand.

Resting the big round head on your thigh, he flips the switch to the lowest setting.

Already pretty strong vibrations tickling the skin of your inner thigh as he moves the head up and down your skin.

You moan when he gets closer to the apex of your thighs but he moves away again, teasing you.

“please don’t tease” you pout earning yourself a smooch on your lips.

“just because you asked so nicely” he grins, gently lowering the vibrating wand onto your clit.

Your thighs jump at the first contact, head getting thrown back as a startled gasp leaves your lips followed by a drawn out moan.

“oh my g- fuck!” you cry out, grabbing onto your boyfriend who’s by your side, holding your legs apart.

“tell me how it feels babygirl” he sneers.

“so good oh fuck!” your eyes scrunch together when you quickly feel your high approaching, the vibrations hitting every sensitive spot you can think of.

“m’ gonna cum” you whine, clawing at his shirt.

“already?” he chuckles at which you nod desperately, locking eyes with him.

“cum, baby, let go” he groans when he sees your eyes roll back and your toes curl in pleasure.

You cry out when your orgasm hits you, shockwaves rushing through your body as minho gently rubs the wand up and down your core.

You flinch when the vibrations hit your clit again “ahh-shit” you groan.

“I know you can cum again, doll” he mumbles, gently circling the big wand now.

“fuck” you cry out “fuck fuck”

“that’s it, good girl” he kisses your temple when your thighs start shaking.

“yes-yes” you chant feeling your next high bubble up in the pit of your stomach.

“cum for me baby” he mutters, too caught up in how ethereal you look.

Head thrown back, sweat clinging to your neck, thighs shaking and your pretty lips with the pretty sounds they make.

The knot in your abdomen snaps and you cum again, trembling with the power your of high.

“you did so good babydoll” he kisses you after turning off the wand and lying it to the side.

You connect your lips and kiss him hard, his hand soothingly rubbing over your lower stomach.

“you gonna fuck me now?” you look up at him with doe eyes and he feels his cock twitch in his jeans.

“of course baby” he grins “be good and take off everything yea?” he eyes you pulling your shirt over your head before unclasping your bra as he stands up from his bed, ridding himself of his clothes as well.

“how do you want me?” you ask when he crawls above you again, palming one of your breasts.

“hmm” he thinks out loud, lowering his mouth onto your nipple, gently suckling it when you thread your fingers through his hair lovingly.

“on all fours baby” he mumbles when locking eyes, he doesn’t miss the excitement in your gaze, grinning “sound good?”

You nod “yes”

He moves so you have enough room to turn around, resting on your forearms and knees and sticking out your ass.

“so perfect” he mumbles, smoothing his hands down your back and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“please” you wiggle your butt “please fuck me daddy” you whine, knowing full well what that name does to your boyfriend.

“fuck” is all you hear before you feel a smack land on your right butt cheek and his thick tip sliding through your soaked folds before pushing inside slowly.

Once he’s sure you’ve adjusted, his pace his ruthless.

His dancer hips not missing one beat as he snaps them against yours, leaning forward to press your whole torso against the mattress and holding your neck from behind.

Your cries are muffled but he feels how tightly you clench around him when he passes that one spot inside of you.

“you like it when daddy fucks you like this, yea?” he grits through his teeth, you can barely hear him over the sound of his balls smacking against your clit and your ass against his hips, not to mention your own heartbeat and moans.

Suddenly all friction stops and he bottoms out fully, leaving you clenching around nothing as a disgruntled whine leaves your lips.

Before you can look behind yourself, you get flipped onto your back.

The sight of your boyfriend almost knocks the air out of your lungs; his jaw is clenched, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, his chest and abs are glistening with sweat.

“cant even answer my question, hm?” he grunts, resting on his shins and lifting your hips before pushing inside of you again.

“no” you pout, hands scratching at his neck.

“no?” he huffs as he picks up his pace again “to drunk off my cock baby? is that it?”

Your eyes roll back when he spreads your legs and thrusts into your further “fuck” you whimper.

“huh?” he repeats, grabbing onto your jaw and making you open your eyes and hold his gaze.

“yes, yes” you cry out “love your cock”

Minho releases your jaw in favour for the abandoned wand next to him, flipping the switch again and pressing it to your clit.

He hisses at how tight you get all over sudden.

“fuck!” you yell at the intensity, pulling at the sheets.

“fuck, you’re so pretty when you’re cockhungry like this babygirl” he rambles.

“I love you “ you moan “love your cock- love you” you arch your neck when his other hand wraps around your neck.

“I love you baby” he groans, trying to hold off his own high but the way your walls suck him in and hold him hostage is almost too much.

“love how you get when I fuck you dumb” you lock eyes at his words, a cry tearing from your throat when he presses the wand harder against your clit and squeezes your neck.

“love it when you fuck- ah- fuck me dumb” you breathe, teetering on the edge of no return once again.

“yea?” minhos jaw cleches and his rhythm falters slighty, hinting that he’s close himself “you like being daddys dumb little baby girl?”

“yes- oh fuck yes” his words send you tumbling over the edge, you dig your nails into his forearm as you shake and cry out for him.

White pleasure blooms behind your lids when you feel minho twitch inside of you and release with a shudder and a drawn out moan.

He flops down next to you, switching off the wand before gently dropping it onto the ground.

“you good, love?” he looks over at you, flushed cheeks and a blissful smile on your lips.

“so good” your limbs still tingle when you turn to him.

“lets take a shower yea?” he kisses your browbone.

“alright” you sigh “in two minutes okay?” you suggest, snuggling into his chest and feeling your eyes droop, his warmth lulling you to sleep.

“yea” he holds you, his eyes closing as well “two minutes”

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a/n: its 3 am so i just know there are tons of grammatical errors and typos in there but hey here u go, ty for being so patient with me lol i hope you like this.

i was inspired by owen gray ngl (if you dont know who that is, go on inkognito mode and google him...thank me later skijisbejshdudbdobzf)

[btxtreads]

Breaking Free

CHAPTER EIGHT: THE WAY YOU DO

↳ Pairing: Hueningkai x Reader

↳ word count: 1.5k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: is this fluff? idk what genre this is. it’s musical, it’s a musical

↳ Warnings: none

Yeonjun’s fast fingers drift across the piano as if it was second nature. His eyes shifted towards the girl leaning on the piano, singing her heart out with an enthusiastic smile. Abruptly, Yeonjun ended the song and turned to the drama adviser—Professor Kim Seokjin—sitting in the front row. Yeonjun subtly shook his head, followed by an amused snort by the teacher.

“Honey, I have no idea who told you that you were good enough for the lead at the moment.” Professor Kim said, lifting his checklist and scribbling something. “Take some lessons and come back to me in two years. Next.”

Yeonjun rolled back his shoulder as another student stepped towards the stage, preparing for their piece. Dahyun sat in the second row of the theater, relaxed as she waited for her turn to audition with an arrogant smirk. Unbeknownst to everyone in the theater, a mop of blonde hair stood at the back of the theater—barely concealed behind the janitor’s cart.

“You know that mop isn’t enough to hide you right?”

The blonde yelped as he turned with wide eyes, facing an amused Y/N with crossed arms as she leaned her shoulder on the wall. Immediately, Kai relaxed.

“Hey, Y/N.” He mumbled, turning back to the audition with a wince as he heard another NEXT.

“Hey. You come to audition?”

“Just had some time to watch.” Kai shrugged. “Wanted to see Yeonjun-hyung here in his element too.”

“Ah right,” Y/N nodded as she turned back to the stage, flinching slightly at the off-pitch sounds coming from the current performer. “Hey, why don’t we go sit here at the back instead of hiding back here.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s nicer.” Kai agreed as Y/N’s hand grasped his loosely, pulling him over.

Kai tilted as he settled in his seat, watching the auditions intently. He saw Y/N perk up when Yeonjun turned back to the audience with a frown, eyes flying to them at the back. Both teens shot him a small wave, making him lighten up and wave back. Before any of them can do anything else, Dahyun stood up and puffed up her curls.

“Professor Kim, why don’t I audition first and show these amateurs how pros do it?”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes as Professor Kim turned and shot her a deadpan look. The teacher looked back down at his list.

“It appears you’re the last one, do what you want.”

Yeonjun sighed again, shaking his head as Dahyun strutted up to the stage.

“I made my own arrangements, Junie.”

“It’s Yeonjun—we’re not friends.”

The senior was still ignored as the girl went into position—for a song set in a slow tempo, with no choreography. Kai and Y/N exchanged glances before looking back at Yeonjun, who just shrugged back. An upbeat tuned started to blast out of the speakers, and Dahyun launched into a performance.

It’s hard to believe,

that I couldn’t see.

You were always right beside me.

Y/N and Kai blinked at each other once more. Dahyun launched into more upbeat choreography, a fake smile plastered on her face.

Thought I was alone,

with no one to hold.

But you were always right beside me.

Yeonjun clenched his fists in irritation as he moved towards his piano to collect the music sheets.

This feeling’s like no other.

I want you to know.

Professor Kim appeared to not be paying attention, having pulled out his phone and scrolling.

I’ve never had someone that knows me like you do,

the way you do.

I’ve never had someone as good for me as you,

no one like you.

Professor Kim pocketed his phone and surveyed the seats with pursed lips as the song approached it’s end.

So lonely before,

I finally found what I’ve been looking for.

Dahyun stopped her performance, making Professor Kim stand with hands in his pockets.

“Anyone else who’s going to audition?”

Professor Kim’s eyes surveyed the theater—locking with Y/N’s as he rose his eyebrows. He looked back at his phone with pursed lips.

“3, 2, 1.” He sighed in disappointment. “No more auditions.”

“Wait!”

Kai flinched as Y/N shot up next to him, stumbling over towards Professor Kim.

“I want to audition.”

Professor Kim looked over at her with a frown.

“Audition for singles are over.” Professor Kim raised an eyebrow. “You’re late.”

Yeonjun stood at the stage, clutching his music sheets with interest. Dahyun snickered at the front, arms crossed as she stuck her hip out to the side.

“But—“

“I’ll go audition with her.” Kai sighed as he stood from his chair, rubbing the back of his head.

Yeonjun gasped in excitement from the stage as Dahyun gaped in anger.

“Kai!” Dahyun squeaked in anger.

The boy ignored her as he stepped forward to place a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. He shot Yeonjun a small smile before looking back at the Professor.

“We’ll do a couple audition.”

“Mr. Huening, I called for auditions and neither of you answered.” Professor Kim said as he glanced at his phone. “Perhaps the next musical. I have class in thirty minutes and I still need to stop by for coffee.”

Y/N sighed in disdain as Professor Kim breezed past. Kai and Yeonjun smiled apologetically, the latter turning back to collect his things from the piano. Dahyun smirked arrogantly as she spoke up.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” She giggled, waving her fingers. “I’m sure they’re accepting help backstage!”

Kai rolled his eyes as Dahyun stepped backstage towards the exit. He smiled gently at Y/N.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I don’t know what made me try to get an audition anyways.” Y/N shook her head.

Kai furrowed his eyebrows as he and Y/N walked towards the stage to meet Yeonjun, who was still sorting his papers.

“I’m sure if you had the chance to audition, you’d be the star immediately.” Kai said. “I know what you sound like and it’s leagues better than Dahyun.”

“Doubt that. The most I do with music is record demos as samples for my brother when he produces stuff, that’s all.”

Kai chuckled, shaking his head at the girl’s refusal to acknowledge her talent. They reached Yeonjun, making the older boy smile at the two.

“Hey, guys!” He greeted. “Sorry for that earlier, Y/N. Would have loved to hear you sing, I heard you were good.”

“Ah, not that goo—“

“Are you kidding, hyung? She’d crush the stage.” Kai shook his head, smiling over at Y/N—making her blush.

“That good, huh?” Yeonjun raised his eyebrow as he turned back to his piano and shifted through some papers.

He pulled out three sheets—handing two to Kai and Y/N. Yeonjun sat back down on the piano.

“Show me.”

“I—I don’t—“ Y/N blushed furiously. “I don’t think I should—“

“Come on, I don’t really wanna leave without at least hearing you both—especially you, Hueningie.” Yeonjun smiled in encouragement as he shot both a hopeful look.

“Hyung—“

“Come on, Kai.”

The boy sighed, conceding as he looked back down at the paper.

“I’ll do it if Y/N does.”

The girl whipped over to Kai with wide eyes, blinking in shock as she looked back down at the music sheet.

“Fine but just once.” Y/N mumbled under her breath, clearing her throat as she looked back down at the sheet. “Okay.”

Yeonjun smiled in triumph as Kai shot the girl a soft grin, looking down at his own sheet. Yeonjun began to play once more, lithe fingers pressing keys to produce a beautiful harmony.

“Kai, go.”

It’s hard to believe

that I couldn’t see.

You were always there beside me.

Y/N grinned at Kai’s concentrated face. She turned over to him with a soft smile.

Thought I was alone

with no one to hold,

but you were always right beside me.

Kai turned his head, a smile on his lips as he met Y/N’s gaze. They looked at each other softly, making the elder in the room raise his eyebrow in curious amusement.

This feeling’s like no other.

I want you to know.

Kai reached out and grasped her hand as he sang, a rare smile on his face. Yeonjun kept playing, head turning back to the entrance to see someone walk back in.

That I’ve never found someone

that knows me like you do

the way you do.

Yeonjun smiled to himself as he turned back to the piano, his peripheral vision following a tall figure walk inside the theater with a sharp gaze.

And I’ve never found someone

as good for me as you,

no one like you.

So lonely before,

I finally found what I’ve been looking for.

Yeonjun played the final notes, a smile on his face as he turned to the two.

“That was good.” He said, turning over to the figure in the audience. “What did you think, Yoongi-hyung?”

Kai and Y/N turned to the audience in shock, seeing Professor Kim nod with an impressed smile.

“I expect to see you both in the callbacks.” Professor Kim said, picking up his forgotten bag at the front row. “Yeonjun, help them practice. I’m sure they’ll need all the help they can get.”

“Roger.” Yeonjun saluted as Professor Kim turned back around to leave.

Y/N and Kai exchanged alarmed glances.

Some things never turn out the way you plan them to.

[reddeadreference]

Blog Progress Update (Travel Blog Style 😎 #9)

Before I get on with the travel blog portion of the blog update I just wanted to say some of the links on the index pages go to the wrong posts (idk why tumblr changed them on me because I know 100% I put the right ones in. somehow it glitched.) so I’m going to go through and fix what’s already there, THEN, I’ve decided to not put in links into the index pages until I know I have them all done. (Which is more of a problem for current navigation but it means it’ll be correct when it is done…. 

I’ve also discovered I didn’t make the Colter Outfit post… and I missed a few missions so I might as well go back and do those so I can finally make a chapter 1 complete post for app navigation then finish chapter 2’s post.

Anyway chapter 3

Guess who COMPLETELY forgot how we find Trelawney in this chapter…

Oh my god the things in this game I have forgotten… I love this game. (Just saw the Anderson bro get knocked off the train XD)

Hm? Oh yeah what no, we’ve never been to Rhodes before, never even heard of the place. Ha ha… *Furiously stuffing 100s of photos in pockets* 

Time to go fishing with Arthur’s dads! Wholesome content *chef’s kiss*. I feel like fishing should be a camp activity you can trigger like dominoes and poker. I think I legit just sat there fishing for like half an hour ^_^” the wholesome praise and encouragement …. 

I was going to wait to do Sadie’s mission until it was daytime but we went to get stew and suddenly the camera spun and horror violins started playing and they both had knives! (The initial cutscene was at night but it magically was day when we got onto the wagon.)

Sadie Arthur bonding time is so wholesome… *Sadie whips out the gun* CHILL WOMAN (again the stuff I forgot in this game… I haven’t left chapter 2 in so long)

Arthur: “Keep it cool Sadie”

Sadie: Cool?... So gun, right? GUN! 

Arthur: O_O

Sadie: *runs a man over*

Arthur: JESUS WOMAN!

Back at camp, played a relaxing round of dominoes with Tilly, she won. Gotta go get her a necklace and Sadie a harmonica BUT FIRST Sean seems to have a little mission he’s got in mind.  

Robbin’ went well and when Arthur left he found this peculiar little caravan toppled over with an even more peculiar Mr. Margret. (Oh did I miss this mission so much ^_^ I think I’m legit going to have to do yet another playthrough where I just clip all my favorite lines, this game is gold.)

Uh anyway Arthur’s gonna have some nightmares about getting got by a lion…. (in case it wasn’t clear, he has “nightmares” every time he ‘dies’.... I’m not very good a drawing my gun or shooting sometimes…)

“Failed - The Lion Escaped” … Yeah no I don’t think that’s the problem… *staring at Arthur who just got his FUCKING THROAT SWIPED by said lion*

On the way back to camp to change clothes after finishing Margret’s mission… seems I found a… a little meeting in the woods…. 

*takes out stick of dynamite* 

seems like a little celebration.... probably needs some candle- what the hell…

*watches as a random buck knocks over one of the men and just takes off…. Points at the buck.* He’s cool. Be like him kids. Deer hate racists too. Needless to say I had a blast. Hehe puns…

Anyway back in camp and I’m noticing people sleeping in different tents (i.e. Lenny sleeping at the main fire… which confuses me cause earlier Javier was laying there chilling… now Lenny is laying there… is he just hanging out? Was Javier laying on Lenny’s bed? did he ask first??) Uncle hasn’t moved from his spot under the tree… I left him there yesterday... someone please poke the man…

John is magic when it comes to closing his tent. I blinked as he walked in and it was just sealed. I had come back around 4 am and everyone was in their PJs but they were all walking around… I need everyone to not be doing that so I can see where each person sleeps dang it. .. that sounded less creepy in my head. Also did you know you can fucking TRACK camp members????

I keep missing little scenes cause I’m too far on one side of camp and by the time I get over there they’re either halfway done or have one line left. Though I didn’t miss Tilly saying Karen might kill Grimshaw. Very… vivid picture she painted.

Gonna get a few more camp photos before continuing on. (since I have all the bag upgrades and camp upgrades it shouldn’t take me as long to finish chapters at this point…)

Have a photogenic photo of Sadie where she looks like a damn MODEL ( I really need to make that photoshoot post on my other rdr blog...

[alolowrites]

Comforting Words

Summary: You return to the U.A. dorms following a disastrous date. Surprisingly Bakugou offers some “comforting words” to you.

Author’s note: As promised, here is the story to celebrate reaching 100 followers!!! Thank you all so much for this! Story is kinda a sequel to “Laundry Night” (idk) ??? Either way, it just seemed fitting to share another Bakugou story to mark such an occasion.

Enjoy!

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I’m so stupid, stupid, stupid!

You figuratively and literally slapped yourself as you marched to your dorm building at like 10:35pm on a Saturday night. Marching to the shared kitchen, you carelessly threw your ice cream pint onto the counter. As you rummaged through the drawers, a growl escaped your mouth when you couldn’t find one spoon. Any other day you would see spoons left and right, yet they magically disappeared when you needed them the most.  

Searching through the billions of utensils in the drawer, you finally found the main prize. Your attention went to the ice cream pint and your fingers furiously tugged on the lid to no avail. Now you were on the verge to punch someone. Why was the universe being so cruel? Did you accidentally piss them off? Are they having some mood swing, because honey this ain’t it.

Why won’t you open?!

“Are you really so pathetic that you can’t open the flimsy ice cream cover?”

You stopped struggling and slammed both your hands against the counter. Closing your eyes, you breathed through your nostrils to calm yourself. Bakugou saw your back and the harsh glare peering over it.

“I’m not in the mood, Bakugou,” you snarled at him. “If you want to insult me, give me two to three business days.”

“Should I send a Google calendar invite to remind you?” He mocked.

Of course he threw that at you.

A piece of hair fell over your eyes and you blew it away. Grabbing the cold pint, you spun around to face your tormentor. Bakugou leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and wore his favorite black shirt.

It was also your favorite shirt. The fabric shamelessly emphasized his Spartan-like muscles as a result of his vigorous training. Feeling your eyes rake at his tone arms, you mentally forced some self-control. You never wanted to give this buffoon the satisfaction that you admired his top-notch physique.

No…you would never hear the end of it from him. So to save face, you diverted your eyes back to the ice cream pint freezing your hand and frowned.

Stupid hormones.

Without looking up, you asked: “Why are you here?”

“You were being too loud,” Bakugou complained. You barked out a dry laugh while snapping your head up.

“I’m being to loud!?” You pointed to yourself with eyebrows raised. “That’s rich coming from you, Mr. DIE-DIE-DIE! I’m surprised you’re not croaking like a dying frog.”

He ignored your comment. “You’re upset, what the hell happened?”

“Why do you care?” You shot back at him.

“Answer the fucking question, idiot, I’m not asking again.”

So now he wants to be a damn therapist?

“Hmph, fine.” You lifted the cover and reclined against the counter to make yourself comfortable. “My date was an asshole. Everything was fine at first, you know? He took me to this nice restaurant and we were hitting it off. Everything was perfect—the mood, the scenery, the food. Then one thing lead to another,” you lowered your chin, “and he kissed me…”

Distracted, you didn’t catch Bakugou’s fists clenching and his scowl growing deeper. “I didn’t ask for a recap of your crappy romantic date!”

“It’s important to the damn story!” You yelled at him, thrusting your spoon his way. “And you’re the one who asked! If I have to suffer through this date again, you’re suffering with me so buckle up, firecracker.”

Said firecracker seethed, but stayed quiet. You took it as sign to continue. “So anyway, he kissed me and next thing you know, some lady’s claws ripped me apart from him. They were actual claws by the way, like her nails were soooo long, I was surprised she didn’t scratch my face.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Apparently the guy used me to get his ex-girlfriend jealous so they can get back together,” you venomously spat out. “I gave that guy a Texas-smash slap and threw cold water at him. With ice cubes, for good measure too.”

A second later, you angrily stabbed the ice cream which took Bakugou by surprised. However, he quickly recovered and watched as you blindly attacked the delicious delicacy that was a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream pint.

“I felt so humiliated—”

Stab.

“—and used—“

Stab, stab.

“—and ugh!”

The spoon dropped. It clanked against the floor and you didn’t move for a moment. With flushed cheeks, you discarded the ice cream that was now a swirling mess. Slumping backwards, your back hit the kitchen drawers while you pinched the bridge of your nose. Tears dangerously emerged in your eyes, but you forced them to stay put. There was no way you were going to cry in front of him.

One hand weakly gestured towards Bakugou. You felt like a deflated balloon. “Go ahead, tell me that I’m just a dumbass with peasant problems.”

“Well you are a dumbass,” he started and you figured much. “But you’re a dumbass for moping over some garbage idiot like him.”

…what?

You didn’t expect that kind of response. Scrunching your eyebrows together, you gave him a ridiculous stare. Bakugou sighed loudly and slid his hand over his face as if he needed to spell out something so obvious.

“Look, you’re sulking over an asshole who never respected you,” he explained. Your ears carefully listened to every word. “Even though you stood up for yourself, you’re still letting that bastard win by acting all sad and shit.”

You stupidly blinked.

“Quit whining and realize he was never in your league in the first place,” he grunted as his crimson irises narrowed at you. “He’s not worth shedding tears over for, so don’t you dare start fucking crying.”

He left you speechless and you gawked at him.

Never in your life did you expect Bakugou to comfort someone…well, comfort anyone in general really. Did he give you a soft cuddle, patting your head saying everything was going to be okay? Hell no. Instead you got the Bakugou-version of it where he slapped some sense into your sorry-ass for moaning after some douche.

“I hate how right you areee,” you groaned dramatically into the air. Bakugou snorted at your reaction, but didn’t say anything else. Bringing your head down, you let out a soft chuckle and grinned at him. “I shouldn’t let that bastard make me feel so shitty. How dare he make me almost act out a cliche movie scene where I cry myself into an ice cream pint. The nerve of him…”

“Damn right.”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but—” you inhaled for the melodramatic effect “—thank you, Bakugou, for your comforting, albeit unconventional, words.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered while looking away, hoping you didn’t catch the blush flaring up his cheeks. “Just as long as you stop stomping in here like a damn rhino.”

Your face briefly fell. “Ok, rude.”

He shot you a tiny smirk and the butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

Suddenly the floor became more interested and you remembered the mess you made. A curse flew out of your mouth as you snatched a paper towel to clean up the spot. After finding another spoon, you looked at your ice cream on the counter. It was slightly melted, but there was no way you were going to throw it away. In front of you was a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and you spent good money on this baby.

“So,” you tapped your finger on the pint and took one bite of your dessert. “I guess we’re done here.”

“Guess so,” he nonchalantly shrugged.

Very well then, you thought as you slowly walked towards the doorframe where Bakugou stood and paused. It took all your willpower not to shrink away considering how close you two were. Your eyes boldly stared into his and neither of you said a word. The room was so silent you prayed Bakugou couldn’t hear your heart throbbing loudly against your chest.

No. Not yet.

“Well,” you broke the silence and flashed him a playful smile. “At least I now know there is a nice troll under the bridge.”

Not missing a beat, you rushed out of the kitchen with a hearty laugh before Bakugou had a chance to blast your annoying face out of existence.

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Fun fact: originally this story was not going to be published. It was sitting in my “Unreleased Cuts” folder for some time because I wasn’t feeling the plot’s direction. Left it alone, came back to it and fixed it up. 

And here we are! 

Thank you again for reading :)

[gaemkyuu]

I’m Right Here (Owen Joyner x Fictional Character

Warnings: anxiety attack and self-deprecation A/N: Sorry this one took so long! The fictional character has been shamed for her anxiety from her parents. The experience of an anxiety attack is based on the ones I have. It’s different for everyone. Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

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I’m Right Here

“Hey Jade! Wait up!” Jade was walking out of her trailer and on her way to her car, until she heard Owen call out for her. She paused and turned around to face the tall blonde, who stopped in front of her slightly out of breath. He bent slightly over his knees, catching his breath and still in costume.

“Aren’t you supposed to be filming a scene right now?” she cocked her eyebrow at him and rested a hand on her hip. They were on set filming for Julie and the Phantoms season 2, and Jade was brought in as a minor character as a part of Carrie’s posse. She didn’t have any major dialogues save the one or two quips her character had, so she was mostly there for the dance portions. That often meant she was able to leave set earlier or she had less days on set than others.

“Yeah, they’re setting up, but I wanted to catch you before heading out” Owen started to shift his weight from leg to leg and began to avoid eye contact. Jade felt butterflies in her stomach but immediately tried to suppress them, knowing that what she hoped was happening was probably not. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, only for them to be deflated. “You got any plans Tomorrow night?”

“Just snuggling with my dog and drinking wine while singing karaoke” she mentally facepalmed herself at her honesty. She just sealed the deal on being forever single. Owen fidgeted and the air between them became awkward, no thanks to Jade’s awkward confession.

“Listen, I was wondering, and you can totally say no, if you wanted to maybe go to dinner with me? That’s if dinner is something you do, not like eat, because I’m sure you eat dinner, but if you don’t I’m not judging you. I mean like dinner dinner, y’know?” the boy looked frazzled and a little desperate to stop his verbal diarrhea from making him look even stupider than he did in that current moment. 

“Like a date?” Jade hoped she wasn’t being too forward, but then again, a girl had to know. Owen gave her a sheepish smile and a nod yes, instantly filling her with excitement. “YES! Uhm... I mean sound great. I’d totally love- i mean like to go on a date with you” she blushed furiously, hoping she didn’t sound too desperate or too excited.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7?” she nodded and he smiled turning around and jogging back to set. Jade felt like she could fly or bench press a bus. She always tried to deny having feelings for him, but whenever she was asked she would stumble over her words and everyone instantly knew. Savannah and Tori often teased her about her feelings and pushed her to ask him out, but she was too nervous. Correction, she was too afraid to be rejected.

Jade never thought of herself as anything more than a plain and ordinary girl who happened to be able to dance well. She wasn’t overly pretty but she wasn’t hideous either, and there were very little standout qualities. Most people described her as quiet, mousy with a pretty smile, but nothing ever more than that. She believed she got it from her family as they too were described similarly. Her mother was a dentist and her father worked at a law firm. She was an only child and they have always lived a comfortable life, so naturally Jade never had any interesting stories to tell. She was just your average plain Jane.

The drive back to her apartment was full of joy and she blasted the music in her car as she drove, singing along to every tune. She was extremely excited to go on this date and her enthusiasm carried on as she bounced to her apartment door and inside. Placing her keys on the counter by the door, she went to her closet to pick out the best outfit. Looking at the array of clothing, she picked out a few and sent them to her co-stars/best friends for their opinions. Unfortunately, they both had different ideas as to what she should wear that night.

Sav: go for something cute and conservative! Southern boys like all American girls!

Tori: go for something a little sexy Cali girl. Like I’m a good girl but I’m also capable of being bad too

Sav: for the first date? Idk...

Tori: Sav, do you really think Owen is only about them all American girls? He was the one talking about how peaches were a brilliant emojis for butts

Sav: point taken.

Sav: go for something that best represents you!

Jade: a paper bag?

Tori: really?

Tori: you are more than just a paper bag J

Sav: we gotta go, Kenny’s calling places. I’m sure what you’ll pick will be fine! Send us a pic!

Jade frowned that her friends couldn’t chat longer to help her, but she knew she had to do this on her own. After filing through clothing, she finally found something she liked but noticed that she had spent an hour picking an outfit. Owen would be by in two hours, meaning that she had to speed up her process if she didn’t want to feel rushed!

 She slipped stepping into the tub to take a shower, smashing her elbow on the towel bar. She quickly tried to rub the pain as she cursed under her breath. She had no time to be clumsy! She started her shower up and gracefully hopped in this time, hoping to avoid any further injury. After doing her daily hygiene routine, she applied the hair mask and wrapped it up in a shower cap, applying her face mask right after. She noticed that her legs felt the slightest bit fuzzy and cursed herself for not shaving in the shower. Quickly glazing at her phone for the time, she slathered on shaving cream and attempted to shave her leg using her bathroom counter, which was a mistake. She slipped, nicking her leg on the way down, bumping her head against the wall too.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, not a big deal Jade” she comforted herself. “Stick a Band-Aid on it and just wear jeans!”

She began to wash out the hair and facemask, making a mental note to patch herself up after. As she patted her face dry, she opened the medicine cabinet to grab a Band-Aid, when the lights shut off. Fumbling around for her phone, she quickly turned on the flashlight to find a Band-Aid and her bathrobe. Slipping on the robe, she made her way to the apartment breaker. Nothing had tripped on the breaker panel, but the power in her suite was completely shut off.

“That’s fine! You’ll just have to go with your natural curls instead of spicing things up with a straightener!” she could already feel the nauseous and claustrophobic feeling in her chest creep up on her, but she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Now was not a good time for her to have an anxiety attack. She had an hour and fifteen minutes before Owen came. Plenty of time... right?

Making her way over to her closet, she began to look for another outfit that would look good with the jeans that she had picked out. She tried on top after top, but nothing seemed to fit right. Giving a huff in frustration, she sat on the bed to take a deep breath. She had to get going if she was going to have enough time to do her makeup, but it seemed like life had other plans. All of a sudden, the fire alarm in the complex went off, indicating that everyone was being asked to evacuate. She jumped at the noise and quickly threw on a sweater, grabbing her passport, wallet, documents and phone before exiting the building with the other residents. 

It turned out to be a fire drill that was scheduled to happen last week, but Jade had completely forgotten about it. They all had to stand outside while the fire marshal cleared the building and checking the safety of it. By the time Jade had made her way back into the building and up to her suite, she had 30 minutes before Owen came over. She hated the outfit she was wearing, her hair was a mess due to the wind outside and she had no makeup on!

The feeling in her chest increased gradually as she rushed around the house, doing her best to multitask. The power came back on when she entered the suite, so she tried straightening her hair as the curls were a mess, but she underestimated her multitasking skills. She burnt herself multiple times as she tried to do her makeup and hair at the same time. It didn’t help that the bottom half of her hair was straight and the bottom half wasn’t, and her eyeliner was uneven. Looking at herself in the mirror stressed her out even more, so she washed her face and decided to restart. The alarm on her phone notified her that Owen would be at the door in 5 minutes, and that’s when everything bubbled over. Looking at her messy face, half done hair, wet shirt and jeans, she sniffled until the tears welled over. She sank to the bathroom floor feeling like an idiot. No normal person would be this upset over their appearance, so why was she? Would Owen think she was weird because of this? Would he even want to go out with her? Her breathing increased and she started to feel her ensuite close in on her, signaling a full blown anxiety attack.

Jade wasn’t comfortable talking about her anxiety. Her parents often made her feel like she was overreacting or seeking attention whenever they happened, but they never understood that if Jade had the choice, these things wouldn’t get to her. This feeling that you need to escape, but you don’t have the energy so you’re just a buzzing ball sitting in a deep dark hole. She would often cry during her attacks, ashamed that she lost control and ashamed that she got to this place. Her friends would tell her to seek professional help for it, but she waved them off knowing that if she did see someone, it would make things worse between her and her parents. She loved them a lot and often sought for their approval, and doing this would work against the hard work she put in to make them proud.

“Jade?...unlocked...hope that’s okay?... helloo?....dead?.... Jade?”

“Jade? Hey... Hey you’re okay...”

“Jade? It’s Owen.”

“Squeeze my hand if you hear me”

“Okay good. I want you to breathe with me”

“You’re doing great”

“That’s it”

“Breathe in for five, out for five”

“In five”

“Out five”

The murkiness of the voice became clearer and clearer as she regained control of her breathing. She began to feel a warmth enveloping her and holding her firmly. She wasn’t in the bathroom anymore but rather on the sofa in her living room with the balcony door open, letting in a cool breeze. 

“Jade?” She focused her attention on the blonde boy who sat beside her, his arm currently wrapped around her and the other holding her hand. “Hey” his smile was warm and understanding, but Jade couldn’t help the tears that came to her eyes. Seeing this, Owen knew immediately what was happening. Before the apology left her lips, Owen had already began to speak.

 “You have nothing to apologize for... Is this the first time?” She bowed her head sadly, wiping away the tears and shaking her head no. In this moment, she felt like a little kid getting into trouble, bracing herself for the disappointment she caused.

“Listen, I know how you feel. Your anxiety? Your panic? I feel it every day. You don’t have to be ashamed in front of me. Hell, you shouldn’t have to feel ashamed in front of anyone. Everyone goes through this right? Well obviously, in their own ways and not like you and me, but I think you get the point” his rant elicited a small chuckle from the girl. “Want to talk about it?”

Jade nodded her head, feeling comfortable around him. She recounted her struggles since getting home to the razor to the power to the fire drill up until their current moment. Owen was silent and attentive the entire time, hanging on to every word that came from her mouth.

“I mean, I’m flattered that you put in all this work to go on a date with me, but seriously, and I’m not saying this to like get on your good side or anything, but you don’t need all the makeup and stuff. You’re pretty pretty on your own” she smiled at his comment, grateful for the compliment as it made her feel better.

“Thanks, I’m sorry I ruined our date” he scoffed and shook his head, moving to the kitchen counter picking up the flowers he had brought for her.

“I was going to give these to you at the door, but seeing as the plans have changed, you should probably take them and put them in some water?” she blushed at the gesture and took them gratefully from him. As she puttered around the kitchen for some sort of vase, he tapped away on his phone. “Do you like pizza?”

“Owen, I LOVE pizza” he grinned back at her and tapped a couple more times on his phone. “What are you doing?”

“Bringing date night to us.” he replied simply, locking his screen and plopping down on the couch, clicking through the apps on the TV. “Alright, so you’re gonna show me your favorite musical and I will show you mine”

Jade thought that in order to make a good impression on a first date, you had to look perfect. Owen that night helped her see that when two people like each other, Pizza and Musicals are all you need on a first date.

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Saturday Night

Aurora only wanted to drink and waste her night, to ignore all the stress of Edenbrook for once and give herself a slight hangover to deal with Sunday morning. Until Casey Valentine showed up, her words slightly slurred as she dragged Aurora towards the dance floor.

Just a little ficlet separate from Disney Princess on request of @aleiramacaii, hope I did alright on it. Also, idk how to dance, I just made up whatever lmao

(And sorry that it's been a week since I posted anything, I'm usually more active, but this week has just been pretty stressful and busy and I haven't been confident in writing so I just haven't. I won't vent on this fic, no worries, but if I don't post as often as usual for a bit, there's your explanation lol. And if anyone has any questions about specific fics or requests, my inbox is always open, for literally anything <3)

T Rating (nothing too bad, just some slight nasty lmao)

Aurora Emery x f!MC (Casey Valentine)

~2.8k (pretty short compared to other ficlets, but oh well)

Sharp, staccatoed beats fill the space around Aurora as her nails echo on the wooden bar, a steady pattern to pass the time as she drinks the night away. It’s another evening spent at Donahue’s, surrounded by colleagues she doesn’t like - can barely even stand, in all honesty - as they dance and shout and get drunk before a day off or after a particularly stressful shift, before another difficult day or after the rare occurrence of a slow week, Aurora doesn’t care.

She doesn’t care why everyone’s spending their Saturday throwing back shots and letting sweat soak their clothes as they gyrate to mediocre music, and she doesn’t even care why she’s sitting alone, slowly draining cocktails at this point. She just wants to enjoy the numbness provoked by the bass thumping from speakers lining the dance floor, the constant hum of drunken, slurred conversation, and the warm buzz of alcohol slowly filling her veins like thick honey as she taps away at the bar. She sips her drink idly, never once stopping the rhythm of her nails as her foot taps along to the music still blasting.

“Hey,” a body thumps against the bar beside her, startling her from her distant thoughts, her peaceful reverie, and earning her mildly surprised gaze.

And instantly she’s fighting to suppress a scoff, rolling her eyes as she turns her gaze ahead of her again, to the wall filled with bottles before her, “What do you want, Valentine?”

“I dunno,” Casey shrugs, shifting closer to Aurora as she does, “You just looked kinda lonely,” her speech is slower than usual, like her brain’s moving behind it’s usual rate as the words leave her mouth, her posture more relaxed than Aurora’s ever seen it.

Aurora’s mouth tightens into a thin, sharp line at the casual insult to her typical demeanor, her default expression, “Well, I’m not,” she answers harshly. “I’m perfectly fine on my own,” she spits through gritted teeth, already irritated with whatever is occurring next to her.

“You sure? I make great company,” Casey’s tone slips into something particularly playful as she slides even closer along the bar, her hip nudging Aurora’s arm as her chin rests in her palm, watching Aurora without a drop of anything but tranquility.

“I’m sure,” Aurora barely manages through her clenched jaw, eyes nearly burning a hole in the wall before her as she focuses all her energy on one chip in the paint, one tiny flaw staring her in the face.

Casey slumps against the bar in faux defeat, with an exaggerated exhale. “Aw, please?” she pouts playfully, her eyes sparkling in the bar’s poor lighting as she flutters her eyelashes teasingly.

Aurora finally turns, meeting Casey’s wide, pleading eyes, “Why are you suddenly interested in being in my company?” Her tone is bland, monotone as she fights against her simultaneously growing curiosity and annoyance.

Casey’s shoulders rise in a shrug as she grabs a nearby barstool, pulling it closer and dropping onto it, “‘Cause you’re cute and I think you’re actually really warm and soft under all that ice,” Casey grins, poking Aurora in the ribs, her smile only growing as Aurora glares at her for the jab.

“I am not,” she counters furiously, meeting Casey’s easygoing grin with a scowl, her eyes narrowed as she silently challenges Casey to continue on this path.

And of course, she does, “Not what? Cute? ‘Cause I disagree, Ror,” she teases effortlessly, liquor oiling her tongue, allowing the words to fall without care as she drags a hand through her hair, that ridiculous smile still stuck in place.

But Aurora’s own expression isn’t budging either, her frown glued to her face, “I prefer my full name.”

“Too bad,” Casey shrugs again, “You’re Ror to me because it’s cute. Like you,” her eyes crinkle as her grin grows, a finger rising to tap Aurora on the nose playfully.

She jerks away from the touch, gripping the bar to keep herself on her stool as she flies backwards. “Casey, what do you want?” she questions with a suspicious gaze, eyes roving along the woman across from her, searching for an explanation for this odd behaviour.

Casey finally leans away, letting her weight fall to the bar, an elbow supporting her, “To talk,” she answers coolly, unbothered by the judgemental glimmer in Aurora’s eyes.

“About what?” the far less drunk of the two counters once more.

Casey shrugs, evidently a default in her alcohol-induced haze, “Whatever you want.”

“Okay, then,” Aurora nods, privately reveling in the way Casey perks up at her words. “Nothing. I want you to leave me alone,” Casey’s grin falls away as her shoulders sag in some form of hurt or despair.

Her smile’s been replaced by an upset frown as she watches Aurora carefully from beneath her lashes and through narrowed eyes. Only they suddenly widen, huge on her face with ecstasy overflowing from them, “This is such a good song!” She jumps to her feet, glancing around in excitement, eyes fixating on the mess of people dancing across the bar.

And, without another word, her fingers are wrapping around Aurora’s wrist, her palm warm on the skin beneath it as she begins pulling Aurora along to the dance floor, despite her many protests, “Hey! Valentine! Let me go!” She struggles against her, attempting to jerk her wrist from Casey’s grasp, but Casey holds firm.

She pulls Aurora through the crowd on the floor, until they’re surrounded by a shifting mass of bodies, Casey’s smile sparking as she turns to meet Aurora. She takes her other hand, tugging her closer and interlocking their fingers, swaying on her feet the whole while, tipsy and inexplicably happy.

But Aurora doesn’t move with her, standing frozen with a glare as Casey beams and bounces on her feet, thumbs brushing the back of Aurora’s hands to the beat of the song. Though Aurora doesn’t pull away, not wanting to shove through a crowd of wasted doctors in hopes that her spot at the bar is still available, which it likely didn’t survive long at this time of night.

Casey tugs her even closer, her hands falling from Aurora’s to rest on her hips, “Loosen up, Ror,” she hums, her mouth dropping close to Aurora’s ear, a low purr emanating from the back of her throat that sends a shiver through Aurora without remorse.

With a huff, Aurora crosses her arms over her chest, but she doesn’t pull away from Casey, doesn’t step out of her grasp, doesn’t jerk away from Casey’s hands on her. “I’m perfectly fine as I am,” she mutters under her breath.

“Sorry, what was that?” Casey’s arms wrap around her waist, pulling Aurora against her as she bows her head, her ear close to Aurora’s mouth now.

Aurora sighs, raising herself to her full height as she speaks into Casey’s ear, “I said that I am perfectly fine as I am right now. I’m not interested in dancing.”

Casey pulls back to meet her dark eyes, “Pretty please? I have nothing else to do,” she pouts once more, her head falling to Aurora’s shoulder as she holds her close, still gently swaying from side to side, shifting Aurora with her and watching her out of the corner of her eye.

Aurora can feel a blush creeping up her neck, heat rising in her cheeks as she exhales sharply. “Fine.” She nearly chokes on the word as she forces it from her throat, obliging Casey’s request by coiling her arms around her neck.

Casey squeezes her tight, nearly lifting her off her feet as she does, humming into Aurora’s neck. And Aurora’s blush only grows, a tiny smile lifting the corners of her lips as Casey buries her face in the crook of her neck. She coughs to regain her composure, features stiffening as Casey pulls back to meet her gaze with that absurd, overexcited grin, “Thank you,” she whispers, barely loud enough for Aurora to hear.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Aurora mutters, shaking her head exasperatedly as Casey beams at her. Her lips twist as she meets shining eyes, light glinting off vibrant irises, her pupils dilating slightly. “How do we, um…” Aurora bows her head, feeling her cheeks heating again, darkening with the blush, “Do this?” she finishes, fighting against a surge of embarrassment.

Casey mock gasps, “Aurora Emery,” her tone incredulous, “Do you not know how to dance?” she gapes teasingly at the woman that’s wrapped in her arms, albeit begrudgingly.

Aurora scowls up at her, lips twisted in anger, “No,” she fires coldly. “I can dance just fine,” she insists, head held high.

Casey laughs lightly, “It’s okay, Ror, just follow me,” she smiles sweetly, slowly chipping away at Aurora’s frown without her even realising it. Casey slowly starts moving her hips against Aurora’s, following the music pounding in their ears, slow and steady as the throbbing mass around them bobs along, moving to their own beat.

Aurora begins to follow, focusing on the movement against her and Casey’s hands on her hips, gently leading her. Her hands slip through Casey’s hair, palms landing on the back of her neck and thumbs absentmindedly brushing the skin beneath them, fingers knit together.

They carry on, moving together smoothly, sweat slowly beginning to coat their skin, glistening as they shift and sway and press against each other, isolated from the rest of the crowd. Casey’s head falls beside Aurora’s, their cheeks nearly touching as her breath shifts Aurora’s hair and tickles her ear, her hands softly caressing Aurora’s lower back.

A bubble slowly forms around them, immune to the chatter and buzz of Donahue’s, immune to the thrashing crowd around them as they jump and crash in a wave to the music, immune to the dizzying effect of the drinks that have filled their systems, once so strong, but now nothing compared to the overwhelming presence of one another. Aurora sucks in a deep breath at the climax of a song, glancing up carefully as she inhales again, just to find Casey already watching her carefully.

Their eyes collide, sparks flying between them in the awful, dim, yellow lighting, brighter than the few lights near the dance floor. Their bodies are pressed flush together in the heat of the bar, the temperature only rising between them. Aurora’s hands slide around to cup Casey’s cheeks, her lips parted as she meets her gaze, neither looking away as the song changes, everybody within the mass of people around them altering with it.

Everybody except for them, their eyes locked together, their gazes immovable as their movement slows. Aurora’s finger adjusts its position, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Casey’s ear delicately. As soon as her finger stills, Casey’s head dips down, her lips brushing against Aurora’s lightly, experimentally, as if to test the waters.

And Aurora meets her in the middle, colliding their lips and pulling Casey even closer with her hands on her face, Casey’s arms wrapping tight around her waist. They stand there, frozen, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle, stranded on their own island, even as they’re surrounded by dozens of people.

After a mystifying, hypnotic, captivating moment, they finally split apart for air, drawing in heaving breaths. Casey’s forehead falls against Aurora’s, a tiny gesture that sends Aurora’s heart into overdrive, “You wanna, um, go somewhere else?” she whispers against Aurora’s lips, her breath hot where it brushes her skin.

Aurora swallows, chest rising and shoulders shaking with each trembling breath as she works to steady her quivering voice. “My aunt’s home,” she eventually croaks.

“My roommates are nosey,” Casey whispers again, every exhale sending a shiver down Aurora’s spine, chilling regardless of the warmth of the body surrounding her.

“Then, uh, where…?” Aurora croaks again, her voice still raw, recovering from when it was stolen from her moments ago, ripped from her throat as Casey’s mouth found hers.

Casey’s lips twist in thought, her brows furrowing as she contemplates for what feels like an eternity, her fingertips distractedly tapping along Aurora’s body. Sharp, staccatoed beats fill the space around Aurora as her nails echo through Aurora’s nerves, a steady pattern to pass the time as they sway, slow and constant. “Bathroom?” Casey finally proposes.

Aurora visibly recoils from the suggestion, “Oh God, no, that’s disgusting,” her features scrunching in revolt, nose crunched as she shakes her head adamantly.

“Bathroom or nothing, Ror,” Casey hums, and it’s that low, throaty tone that first sent shockwaves pulsing through Aurora’s body, that first coerced her into dancing, that was the tap on the first domino that toppled every single one, each collapse leading them to this point, locked together in the middle of the dive bar.

Aurora sighs, her hands retreating from Casey’s face reluctantly. “Fine,” she frowns, lacing her fingers in Casey’s, immediately getting pulled through the crowd for the second time tonight, the hand in hers warm as she shoves through the crowd.

She leads Aurora through the back of the bar, into the small hallway that holds the bathrooms, into the women’s restroom, and to the farthest stall, hidden from the rest of the busy restroom. She pushes it open with her shoulder, turning around to pull Aurora close again and scanning for any prying eyes, her hands landing on Aurora’s waist when she doesn’t find any.

Aurora falls into her, connecting their lips as she fumbles with the door, nudging it closed and locking it with one hand behind her back. As soon as her hand retreats, flying up to cup the side of Casey’s face, she’s pushed against the wall, Casey never once separating their lips as Aurora quietly groans into her mouth.

Her hands slip into Casey’s hair, locks filling the gaps between her fingers as Casey pins her against the wall, hands skating along her sides, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to explore her stomach. Her thumbs graze Aurora’s abdomen, the muscles beneath them twitching as her fingers rise along her ribs.

Their tongues clash, swirling together, and Aurora can taste the alcohol in Casey’s breath as she explores her mouth, can feel the lack of inhibitions in her touch as her fingers skim along her body, can hear the eagerness to push forward as Casey’s vocal cords produce a soft, barely held back moan. Their hands adventure along their bodies - backs, hips, waists, torsos, necks, faces - anywhere they can reach.

Casey’s lips stray from Aurora’s, darting down to her neck to suck at her pulse point, teeth grazing Aurora’s skin. Her head falls back, allowing Casey even more room to nip and kiss her, to nearly bruise her skin and soothe anything that forces a hiss from Aurora’s throat with her tongue. It’s a steady, constant rhythm as her mouth and hands move along Aurora’s skin.

“Case! Are you in here?” Sienna’s voice echoes through the bathroom, a sudden divide forcing Aurora and Casey apart, only heavy breathing and wide, surprised eyes filling the space between them.

Casey clears her throat, working to steady her voice and her breathing, “Yeah, what’s up, Si?” she calls, eyes still trained on Aurora’s dark irises.

“We’re heading home soon, so hurry up!” Sienna shouts back from across the large, tiled bathroom, echoes pinging from every surface.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll be right out,” Casey nods, even if Sienna can’t see it, her features turning downcast as seconds tick past. The door finally slams shut, and the pair still standing in the stall let out a collective sigh of relief, Aurora relaxing beneath Casey’s hands.

Until Casey pulls away, her body separating from Aurora’s and a chill filling the space she had just occupied, Aurora stiffening as the cold air makes contact with her skin. But before she leaves, Casey pecks Aurora on the cheek, “See you later, Ror,” she whispers against her cheek, the words sending goosebumps breaking along Aurora’s skin as her dark eyes stare into Casey’s, a million questions flitting within them. A million questions that neither know the answer to, and a million questions that they may never find a solution for.

Then Casey steps back with an uneasy, nearly trembling smile, unlocks the door, and yanks it open, striding out of the bathroom and leaving Aurora standing alone in a public restroom stall. Standing alone with flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and crumpled clothes, her shoulders shaking with each uneven breath as she works to stabilize herself.

She pushes off the wall, combing her fingers through her hair to sort it out, brushing her clothes to remove the wrinkles Casey’s hands knotted into them. Her hands fall to her sides, eyes dropping to the floor beneath her, staring blankly as confusion, frustration, and excitement whirl like a storm in her foggy, tipsy mind. Sharp, staccatoed beats fill the space around Aurora as her nails echo in the quiet of the stall, a steady pattern beating on her thigh to pass the time as she considers everything, each precious detail of her Saturday night.

Her Saturday night that hasn’t gone at all as she expected it to, not one bit.

[sheriffofmagic]

em can we blease get some angst? vang0 calling burger in the middle of the night to pick him up after he went by himself to investigate a lead about his past, but it turned out to be nothing [he had the money to take a taxi but.... you know ;) ]

ok so i have written angst approximately one (1) time so idk how well this turned out but i sure did try (as per usual i didnt proofread because im lazy)

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Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Vang0 Bang0 paces the wet pavement of a deserted street. The grey steel buildings looming high overhead. Between the smog and the storm clouds brewing overhead it might as well have been nighttime. Vang0 wasn’t concerned with the scenery though. Instead he was breathing deeply, blinking furiously to hold back the hot tears clouding his vision.

Why are you even so upset? You knew this wouldn’t go anywhere, he thought bitterly. It didn’t help.

It doesn’t matter. Just another dead end in a string of false leads. He contemplates calling for a cab but he didn’t want some stranger to see him on the verge of a panic attack. Wouldn’t be good for his image… Before he can think too much about it he calls Burger Chainz. Tries to make himself sound normal as he asks for a ride. Burger doesn’t ask questions just tells Vang0 he’ll be there.

Vang0 sits down right in the middle of the sidewalk, not a person in sight. He runs his manicured hands over his face. Wills himself to not let this be a big deal. Wills himself to ignore the pain and the disappointment. He closes his eyes, some stray tears leak down his cheeks and he quickly brushes them away. He tries to separate himself from these feelings, this moment, this lifetime, to make himself an observer. Capable of locking this shit down and tucking it away. It’s not working out.

It’s practically no time before Burger’s van rolls to a stop at the curb. Wordlessly, Vang0 gets in and keeps his head downturned. There’s a nondescript acoustic track playing at such a low volume it takes Vang0 a minute to realize what the noise is. He can feel Burger’s eyes on him for a moment before the van pulls away.

Burger and Vang0 are close, really close, maybe an abnormal amount based on what Dasha said(not that Vang0 has a great frame of reference). But they don’t talk about real stuff. Not as a rule, it’s just never been something they do. And after Burger hadn’t pressed him for details on the phone Vang0 just thought this would be another thing they pretend to forget. 

Burger didn’t seem to have the same idea.

“You want to, ah, tell me what’s going on?”

Vang0 just stayed silent.

Burger continued casually, “Why were you all the way out here by yourself?”

For a minute, Vang0 thinks about just ignoring him. Pretending to be too caught up in his thoughts or too much of an asshole to respond. But he sees Burger glance at him, earnest, concern plain on his face and thinks if anyone deserves an explanation, it’s him.

“I thought I had a lead. About me. Turned out to be nothing. It was dumb anyway, I don’t know why I thought I’d find anything.”

He stares straight forward as he speaks struggling to keep his tone neutral, not let his stupid emotions leak through.

“You coulda told me you’d found something. I woulda come with you.”

Vang0 can’t stop the small, bitter laugh that escapes him, “I didn’t find anything. It was a dead end. Months, I spent months researching this shit. Most of what I found was useless and anything useful turned out to be a dead end. This was the one thing that seemed like it might have a chance of being real. Of course it wasn’t.”

“I didn’t know you were looking into this stuff.”

“I don’t even know why I am. Or was. It’s- it’s stupid I should just move on I’m obviously not going to figure out anything about who I was or why someone did this to me…”

Burger was quiet for a moment, “Didn’t think you cared that much about that stuff.”

“I don’t want. I just do. It’s like- I don’t know who I used to be but I miss them? Sometimes I don’t even feel like I’m a whole person. Like I’m not quite real. Or maybe I was never real in the first place. I don’t know…”

Vang0 squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his eyes to stop welling. There’s a hollow silence that surrounds them briefly, it could be seconds or hours, it’s agonizing.

“What was it?” Burger asks, “The lead.”

Vang0 brushes at his bangs, eyes tracking the passing streetlights for a moment before he responds, “Cosmetics shop. Underground. Not legally sanctioned. No public records of patients but from what I found their clientele is pretty upscale. Figured someone who powerful enough to wipe a memory clean wouldn’t just half-ass it.”

“Oh,” Burger said, looking at him again, that annoying concerned look still on his face, “You never…”

Vang0 shrugs, “I can’t know for sure. ‘S just a feeling. It’s like, sometimes when I look in the mirror I don’t recognize myself. Like this isn’t my face, even though it’s the only one I’ve ever known. I look at it and I just know that’s not me. And I get startled like I’m wearing a mask I can’t take off. Even if I could… Who would I be? I mean, who am I without what they made me? Don’t even know if I am anything.”

He rubs a hand over his face, “This probably doesn’t even make sense. But it’s sort of like my skin doesn’t fit right and I know that but everything else is a big blank spot. I wish I could just let it go and move on but I can’t. I need to find out what happened but there’s no trail. As if I just blinked into existence in that warehouse.”

The car had stopped. How long had the car been stopped? Burger had a soft look in his eye as he listened. Now that he’d started talking he felt like he couldn’t stop though he desperately wanted to. Vang0 wanted to bury this deep down and ignore it. Lock it away until it disappeared. Didn’t want to have to talk about this. He hated the vulnerable feeling in his chest and how every word he spoke felt like it was cutting him open. But he couldn’t stop.

“I’d spent months looking and found nothing. And then I had this lead. This one lead. And I knew better than to get my hopes up but I did anyway. Everything I’d found about that place felt like it was leading to something and I wanted to believe so badly that it was. Whole way there, my heart was beating out of my chest. And when I finally got there? It was empty. The place just wiped clean. Like it had been empty for years. ‘Spent two hours looking around for anything, searched nearly the entire building and got nothing.”

Vang0 didn’t realize he was crying again until a tear fell on his arm, startling him. He rubbed at his cheeks furiously, shaking his head, “It was stupid. I should’ve known better than going. And going alone was a dumb risk. Shit, this is ridiculous. I’m so stupid-”

“Hey,” Burger reached out and laid his hand on Vang0’s, “don’t say that. I didn’t know you before but I know you now. You’re smart and wicked good with a gun and you’re my friend, whether you wanna be or not. You’ve been through a lot on your own but it doesn’t have to be like that. You’ve got people who want to help you. Words and stuff, that’s hard for me. But I can try and help. If what you look like doesn’t feel like you, I’ll help ya can change it. And if feelin’ like yourself is less ‘bout looks and more just how you feel, figuring out what happened, who you were? Then I’ll help you with that too. All you gotta do is ask. I’ll be there.”

Vang0 eyes are still wet and his mouth his hanging slightly open. His brain short-circuiting at how damn earnest Burger sounds. It was hard to trust anyone in this city but he knew he could trust Burger. Before either of them realize it’s happening, Vang0’s leaned across the center console and pressed his lips firmly against Burger’s. It lasts only an instant before Vang0’s brain turns back on and starts blasting alarm bells. He pulls back slowly, rubbing at the still-damp spots beneath his eyes. A dumbfounded look contorts Burger’s face and before the big guy gets a chance to speak (or Vang0 a chance to put his foot in his mouth) Vang0 opens his door.

“Thank you,” he says as he slides out of the door, “for everything.”

They just stare at each other through the open door. Not for long. Some unspoken sense of understanding settling over them. But Vang0 doesn’t want to dwell on all of this right now. Panic over the many vulnerabilities he has just exposed is already setting in. Looking at Burger though, he knows he has nothing to worry about.

Vang0 takes a deep, shuddering breath, reminds himself that he’s here, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And he shuts the door.

[forever-yoongis]

My Chemistry Of Love

Ships: Yoongi x reader, Namjoon x reader, Jungkook x reader.

Genre: Fluff and angst.

This takes place BEFORE Sophie breaks up with Namjoon :(. Y'all will get a better idea when I make a masterlist of all my fics.

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"Well ain't this just fUn? ", Namjoon grumbles underneath his breath and Sophie giggles at that. " Well you KNEW this would happen right? What's the point in complaining now?" She pats his head lightly.

So basically, everyone in BTS apparently wanted to know the girl for whom their leader was just so whipped, and it pretty much ended in an invasion of poor Sophie's house one random evening which otherwise would've been spent peacefully with Ann and Exci. It was a day off for everyone.

"Jeez but I never expected this", Namjoon raises his voice slightly, casting a glare at the younger members, especially Jungkook and Taehyung who were currently ravaging the flat, blasting music and screaming " Why's this place so small? Sophie how do you fit??! "

"That is actually very rude", J-Hope interjects, flashing a huge grin and starts dancing to the music when he hits against the coffee table and flips it over. " Oof gukkie, I guess you're right," He says sheepishly rubbing his forehead.

"Could you guys like, stop insulting my girlfriend like that? " Namjoon groans. "I didn't ask y'all to come. " "So you're basically kicking us out hyung? " Jimin flashes his puppy sad eyes at the leader who sighs.

"Well at least my baby is not bothering anyone~" Ann cooes from the corner of the room where she sat in front a couch where Min Yoongi lay, well, sleeping and occasionally murmuring gibberish of having lamb skewers with her at 2am. Sophie laughs and replies, "don't worry, Exci's gon clean this all up after you leave".

"HEYY that's just wrong! ", Exci protests vehemently from the floor where she sat with her legs crossed observing the maknaes. " I won't be doing ANYTHING at all. This losers will clean up after themselves, I'll make sure of that", she points at Jungkook who was currently stuffing his mouth with some snacks he came across in the kitchen. "Whawt-mm-di-mm-I-do? " Jungkook speaks while chewing spilling food from his mouth at which Jin screams, "STOP THAT THIS VERY INSTANT. THIS IS NOT HOW I RAISED YOU". " Oof-momma, no need to get that triggered", Tae pats his hyung's back grinning.

"Well guys how bout we do something constructive instead? " Jungkook flips up his head at that. "You mean Overwatch? Sophie do you have Overwatch??" "Kook, don't interrupt me while--"

"Yeah I think I do", Sophie smiles at the maknae who flashes her a wide smile. " Excellent you're the best", and he jumped on the sofa waking up Yoongi in the process who started cursing at the younger member. Jungkook shuts up immediately and looks sheepishly at the annoyed hyung who was probably going to potentially murder him for interrupting his nap. But before things took a turn for the worse, Ann interrupts, "Yoongs how bout you keep your head in my lap and sleep? ",she says smiling at him. He gives one last glare at the maknae and slips off the couch laying his head on her lap, curled on the floor. ;-;

"Aw before things start getting cheesy here, let's do this game", Taehyung jumps on the sofa next to Jungkook and then looks at Exci who was sitting by herself on the floor. " You wanna join? " He wiggles his eyebrows excitedly at which she murmurs, "don't make it sound so weird, I'm coming", and makes her way slowly to the sofa.

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*Time skip an hour or two*

"Well isn't it just unfair that you three (or five staring at Ann in the corner who was contentedly threading her fingers through her boyfriend's hair as he slept) get to have all the fun? " Sophie complains as Jungkook once again screams, "YES I WIN" for probably the tenth time that day, or hundred, it doesn't really matter. But he ignores her blatantly and keeps on playing. Sophie sighs and looks at Namjoon who shrugs. "Can't we all do something together? " She suggests, at which Exci and Tae looks up. "Like? "

"Idk truth or dare? Situations? Memories? Anything really", Sophie murmurs and closes her eyes resting her back against Namjoon's chest who presses her kiss to her cheek.

"Well I'm up for it", Exci says and slips off the sofa. Taehyung starts stroking his chin, pretending to be in deep thought. " I think I might likey this idea too. Plus, this has gotten boring, Jungkook wins every time", and he throws the game control on the sofa and joins Exci. Jungkook complains loudly, "hey that's not fair you two. You all are just unworthy, accept it!" But seeing that he has no option, he joins the group on the floor, sitting cross- legged. "Ann would you joi-" Sophie begins, and then she notices that even Ann had fallen asleep resting her head on the lower part of the sofa.

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After almost an hour of truth and dare of an extremely violent kind, coz Jin kept slapping Jimin whenever he came up with a lewd dare which ranged from "asking Sophie to make out with Namjoon to asking Hobi to lick Jin's face (which gained him an extra few glares of course)"... Taehyung decided that it was time to spice things up a lil bit. Which ofc wasn't exactly a brilliant idea. Or maybe it was. Who knows?

"I dare you", stretching out his words as he pointed a finger at Exci who raised her eyebrow skeptically, " to sit on Jungkook's lap", and he pointed his other hand towards Jungkook, then immediately burst into a fit of giggles. Exci burnt a deep red with anger and so did Jungkook, who was more shy than mad. Realising the imminent danger to Taehyung's life for if looks could kill, he would have burnt into a crisp by now, the BTS leader stepped in. "Okay guys, break! Break! We need a break". Waving his hands clumsily, "lets do something else, yeah?" --- his eyes flitting back and forth between Tae and Sophie, silently trying to gain her support. "Yeah of course..." she mumbled, then clearing her throat, "am I right Ann?" Blushing a deep red when she remembered that she was actually asleep, she stuttered, "I-I meant Exci, yeah".

"We could play our old game of making situations".

Heads snapped towards the direction the voice came from, and Sophie's eyes widened as she saw a very smug-looking Ann staring back with a lazy smirk on her face, her hands threading through Yoongi's hands who was still sleeping very soundly, letting out smol snores now and thenxD.

"What?" She raised her eyebrows, "isn't that an excellent idea? I thought you two would be applauding me by now".

"A-are you sure? Uhh..." Sophie got taken in by surprise at the sudden suggestion by her friend. "What's this game all about anyways", spoke up a curious Jimin who was always ready to jump at any juicy proposal brought up. "The rules are simple really", Ann stated twirling a strand of Yoongi's hair about her finger. "Ann--", Exci warned but like always, Ann would ignore her every warning completely. I mean, who gives up a chance to spice stuff a lil?

"Look, this game was sort of inspired from the original 'Truth, Dare and Situation' that we all know of. You'll be given a situation of any kind, and you've got to think of a way to handle it. You might be asked to show how you'd react, or reply or act accordingly..."

"The only change in our modified rules is that, you'll only be given romantic or rather, embarrassingly juicy situations and you've gotta come out of those. This is like one of those otome simulation games that many play, only we will be the ones to make them up. Which means,you can also introduce multiple... suitors...in this game," Ann concluded triumphantly, "this game was an absolute favourite of ours back in highschool", she winked at Exci who turned beet-red.

"Lovely!" Taehyung clapped his hands, rubbing his palms together. Jimin was equally thrilled and Jin merely sighed with a "kids these days..."

"Look I've got no problem, as long you always pair me up with Sophie in the situations," Namjoon smiled, looping a hand through Sophie's, who nodded in agreement.

"Hopeless romantics", Ann sighed.

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"Noo ofc I won't choose him!! I WON'T!", Exci started waving her hands frantically about her and furiously shook her head in disagreement. "B-but", Jin sputtered, "I made such a romantic scene..."

"...and oH so tragic", Hobi clutches at his heart and pretends to sob. "Still a NO", she shook her head. Jimin intervened. "I TOLD you that she needed smut. That's why she isn't saying yes..Hyung, you really know nothing about relationships these days..." he leans against the wall.

"Yeah do whatever, just stop pairing me with her. It's weird", Jungkook sighs, putting a hand on his forehead. "I won't do half the stuff that you're making me do in the situation".

"Oh but you will, when you're in love", Taehyung jabbed a finger at him.

By now, almost everyone's gotten a situation of their own, and almost everyone had said yes to their partner in the end. What with Jin's romantic sprinklings, Ann's juicy scenes and Hoseok's tragic angst, it was hard not to. But it was only Exci who hadn't said yes even once, but she had been paired with Jungkook every.single.time. And the real Jungkook was tired of listening to the fictional him jumping in front of cars, bridges and whatnot for saving her. "Why do you need so much of saving, huh?" He rolled his eyes.

Exci exclaimed, " I wouldn't have crossed a busy road in the first place. Jin's an idiot". "Yahh, who are you calling that?", came Jin's threatening voice. "Exci's heart is icy ", Hobi pretended to shiver. "Don't even remind me", Ann intervened. "It was just so damn hard to make her say yes. She might be the most clichéd person you've met, but trust me, I'd be awake at night thinking of all kinds of ghastly situations that would make her say yes to the poor guy".

"Hey, I did say yes sometimes! Remember that ones you made on Chaol and Tomoe?" Exci tried to defend herself. "Who's Chaol?" Jungkook pipes up, suddenly. Ann gives him a 'Really now?' look and said, "Yeah yeah I made a lot of stuff".

"So did I", Exci says smugly. "There was Hak and Zen, Yuri and Zero..." She counts the names off her fingers. "...Usui and Newt, Laurie and Jason", Sophie ends in a flourish. "Ooh Ann, so many!", Hobi exclaims in surprise. "Continue you both", Jimin says in a serious tone, "Yoongi needs a report on this", he pretends to take down names on an imaginary notepad. "Yah stop you both", Ann exclaims, crossing her arms defensively. "This was almost a decade ago!"

"There were more, I think", Sophie pretends to tap her chin, as if deep in thought. "You will stop right there sweet, if you don't want me to mention our good ol' 'Percy' ", Ann chuckled, putting air quotes around the name with her fingers.

Sophie's eyes widened in alarm, her eyes darting side to side, thinking of what to say. "Who's Percy?", Namjoon turned to her sharply. "N-none that you should be worried about Joonie!", Sophie exclaims waving her hands in front of her defensively. "Just some age-old crush I had in highschool". Namjoon visibly relaxed at her words, shaking his head a little for getting so worked up over such a silly matter. Sophie glared at Ann, who giggled in response. "Sure sure, whatever floats your boat", Ann muttered smirking.

Eager to avert the topic, Jin comments, "Exci, I really like those earrings of yours. Where did you buy them?", he asks quickly. Exci looked a bit taken abackby the sudden question and her fingers automatically goes upto her ears, caressing them. A thoughtful look takes over her face as she seemed to struggle to remember. "Ah these? I don't exactly recall, but I've had them for a long time now. Was a gift from a dear friend, I think". She stopped for a while, her hands still on the earrings, as if holding them might trigger her lost memories. "It was a girl....no, a boy...", she squints, trying to recall. "A party....a birthday party....and rabbits?" She shakes her head. "It's no use, I've the memory of a goldfish haha. I don't even remember his face, but we were very small, like in primary school. Before we met", she nodded at her two friends, Sophie and Ann. "I faintly remember someone crying...was it me? But what does it have to do with a earring..." she trails off, " a kids' park... with swings and a slide..." " We used to live in a different area back then. I remember staying there for a couple of years only before we moved".

A sudden sound of a chair scraping against the floor makes Exci snap her head towards the source. Jungkook quickly gets up from his place on the floor near the chair, a strange expression on his face. "M-my leg had fallen asleep, I'm not used to sitting down for so long", he quickly says, moving his face away, as if hiding something. He looked weirdly restless as if something was bothering him a lot. "You can continue...I need a drink". Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, he slowly moved towards the corridor. "Kitchen's that way, right?" Sophie nodded, a confused expression on her face. She looks at Namjoon who merely shrugs in response. Exci stares intently at Jungkook, her brows furrowed as if trying to grasp a lost detail. Taehyung gets up suddenly and says, "yeah Hyung, I feel stiff too. I'll go with him, we'll be back soon". Putting his large hand on Jungkook's shoulder, he slowly leads him out to the kitchen. Jin, annoyed at all the interuption waves them away, "yeah, yeah you all can go. You can continue though."

Why's he so interested in my story anyway? Thinks Exci, as she looks at Jungkook, who disappears into the kitchen. Sophie looks quizzically at Ann, who merely shrugs in response, her fingers busy threading through Yoongi's hair, who by now was letting out soft snores and occasionally mumbling something incoherent about 'adding a lil more salt to his lamb skewers'. Ann chuckled at that, shaking her head muttering something about how adorable he is when he sleeps. "So? You were saying..." Jin eggs Exci on to continue with her story, throwing a meaningful look at Taehyung who returned it as he too disappeared into the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah...it was a boy, I think. Small cute doe-shaped eyes", Exci laughs embarrassedly, "I don't know why I suddenly remembered that haha". "But the memory's so hazy...", she throws her head back, resting it against the sofa and stretches her legs on the floor. Closing her eyes, as if trying hard to remember, she asks, "are you really that curious?" "Yeah, I guess so... I mean, there's nothing much interesting to discuss about", Jin replies quickly. "Hmmm I guess so...", Exci continues to think with her eyelids closed. "A birthday party...whose? Mine? Or somebody else's? I remember crying over something a lot... And...well, a contest??" Exci opens her eyes, "I have the memory of a goldfish haha. It's difficult for me to remember much from the old days".

"A contest?", Ann chimed in curiously. "That reminds me how competitive you used to be when it came to singing contests in our school. As a kid, I used to steer right clear of you and your craziness", she laughed. "Yeah, I kinda remember all that", Sophie giggled from her place beside Namjoon who had one of his arms around her waist, her head resting on his chest, aka being all lovey-dovey. "Oh would you two please get a room?", Jimin rolled his eyes at the sight in front of him. "Why chim chim, jealous?" Namjoon piped in smugly at which Jimin replied with a "you wish".

"I think it may have been a singing contest, you know......." Exci said slowly and who seemed to oblivious of her immediate surroundings. "Actually it was a singing contest, yes...I remember now, thank you Ann, I think you were right". Ann merely shrugged in response. "Did I lose it? That must explain why I'd been so obsessed with being perfect at singing when I first met you all in school". "And perfect you are~" sung Ann and Sophie both, at which Exci shushed them. "Yeah, yeah I got ya".

"Jeez, talking about old stuff is helping me remember better.. I now remember that it was a birthday party of one of our classmates in kindergarten", Exci trails off, her voice sounding a little more certain than before. Jin nods at her as he stretches out his arms, a somewhat thoughtful look on his face. Sophie mumbled something under her breath and Namjoon drew her closer, pecking her forehead lightly. This scene got a few eye-rolls from the other members who were still seated and Ann, who suddenly poked at Yoongi and muttered, "what a lazy, unromantic boyfriend I've got". However, all that poking seemed to have no effect on him for he continued to snuggle comfortably on her lap, sleeping. She sighed and leaned back against the legs of the couch against which she was resting, thinking of ways to torment her poor boyfriend for being not enough cuddly, once he woke up.

A sudden sound made all heads snap back to Exci who suddenly looked very delighted and proud, her eyes shining with amusement. "I remember...", she mumbles. Then she suddenly started speaking very quickly. "This-- this earring...I-I wanted it. This was the prize they were giving at that birthday party if-- for the person who won the singing contest. I remember wanting it so badly, it was practically the only thing I was eyeing the whole time. My friend, I don't remember his name anymore was assuring me that there are many such beautiful earrings and I needn't worry so much about it. But I was ecstatic and obstinate too", she shook her head. "Hm I can imagine," Ann added thoughtfully. Giving her a look, Exci continued, "so I didn't even enjoy with my friends...I was rehearing outside the whole time with him supporting me...I mean, I realize now what a wonderful friend he had been, to have left his other friends and all and only supporting me". Jim nodded his head, saying "of course, of course" absently, glancing suddenly at the kitchen. "But I was too small to realize that the contest was for the birthday girl, and for her to win. And she did. She-she won that earring. And I was devastated", Exci chuckled. "He tried to stop me. I probably made a huge scene. My parents were away with work, so they couldn't make it to the party. I think I ran back crying". "How dramatic", Ann muttered.

"I know", Exci laughed, then continued, "my friend tried to come back, but his parents were there or something. Heck, I don't remember very clearly. But what I do remember is that he stood on my front porch for a quite a while after the party ended, til my parents found him there staring up at the windows", she giggled. "What I wouldn't do to get a friend like that now". "Yeah, Miss cliché queen, you would love that", Sophie commented, at which everyone laughed including Exci.

"But that doesn't explain how you got that earring!", spoke Hoseok, who had been very quiet the whole time. "Yeah I know", Exci sighed,"and that's the part where my memory is a little hazy".

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"Hey, what's up with that behaviour? You all right??", Clearing his throat, Taehyung looks at the younger member, frowning. Jungkook was leaning against the kitchen counter, gulping down water. It almost seemed as if he was forcibly drinking glasses of water to distract himself. Rubbing his mouth with his sleeve, he replies absently, "yes, of course". Taehyung pretended not to hear his answer, or he chose to ignore it. His frown deepened as he voiced a question, "is she the one...?" Trailing off towards the end, he looks up at the younger member uncertainly, watching his reaction intently.

With a sharp intake of breath, Jungkook quickly puts down or rather, slams down his glass of water. Wincing a bit from the sound or perhaps, also from the question (which though sounded fairly simple seemed to have a deeper meaning for him), he blurts out a "no". Then his eyes widens in realization and he quickly tries to mend his words, "What are you talking about? I-I mean.." Stammering, he clutches hold of the glass that he had put down on the kitchen counter and brings it to his lips. Not meeting his hyung's confused-but-suspicious eyes, he gulps it down in one-go. Taehyung lets out a humourless laugh. "Who are you trying to deceive? I've known you for years now, you know", he raises an eyebrow at him towards the end but Jungkook simply shook his head. With slightly trembling hands, he tries to lift the bottle to pour himself another drink when Taehyung quickly strides across the kitchen and catches hold of his wrist. "You've had enough", he chides, "you don't wanna keep wanting to pee in Sophie's house. Namjoon would get mad". Jungkook chuckles a bit at that, but the smile didn't seem to reach his eyes. "I've been watching you for a while now", Taehyung speaks slowly, "you've got that faraway, sad look in your eyes that people get when they are in love", he smiles at him. "I'm not in love with her, " Jungkook is quick to reply, "o-or a-at l-least I'm not a-anymore..." his cheeks turn a bright shade of red at the confession. "So, you do know that it's her then, right?" The older member grins at him cheekily at which Jungkook groans. "I don't know!" He throws up his arms in protest. "I haven't seen her for a decade! I-I only remembered here name...", he trails off as his gaze turns towards the window and he stares out, looking at the vehicles rushing past the busy road and the abandoned building that stood opposite the road... _Hmm, there was a building like that in Busan too...we used to play-- "Kookie! It's dangerous! Don't go in there!" A shrill voice rings out. "It's okay Exci, I'll keep you safe!" He calls out from the terrace of the old building that had become a place for kids to play hide-and-seek. "You never listen to me", a figure stands straight on the road, hands on her waist and looking defiantly up at her friend that had decided to explore the old abandoned house that day.

"Jungkook. Jungkook. JUNGKOOK!" Taehyung waves his hand in front of Jungkook's face. "Earth to Jungkook!" The maknae looks back ta V startled, his eyes open wide. "What were you thinking? Already lost in thoughts of your girlfriend?!" He giggles. "Friend. A childhood friend. NOT girlfriend", Jungkook corrects sternly and turns around to look out of the window again. Taehyung had the vague feeling that he was probably trying to hide his face from him.

"You should go talk to her, you know", he suggests softly. Seeing Jungkook shake his head stubbornly, he sighs. "She doesn't remember your name or face, clearly". Jungkook lowers his head, as if in defeat. "Hey, I'm sure she'll be delighted to meet you again. She seems to have very fond memories of her childhood friend, it's just that she doesn't remember the name and face. Doesn't necessarily mean that she doesn't care...you know?" He puts a hand on his shoulder, turning him around to face him. "I-I only remembered her face as a child...it was this vague resemblance that triggered my memory when I saw her face beside Ann and Sophie's." Taehyung pats his head softly and smiles. "I've been with you for almost a decade now. Being the two youngest members of the band has brought us closer than anyone might expect..." Jungkook smiled at him too at that. "I know...", he mumbled. V continued, "It doesn't take a genius to figure out that your inherent awkwardness with girls is not what other people make out to be. You were in love with your childhood friend..." Kookie repeatedly shook his head at that, "no, no--" "Let me finish. Your childish heart made a promise to itself that it would wait for the girl it had fallen for, you perhaps were too young to even realize the feeling as love. Isn't that so?", he chuckles to himself,shaking his head in amusement. Lowering his voice, he says, "Jungkook, you've left your family at such a young age...your emotions, feelings...you hardly got to understand them completely before you had to go into the idol life. You were still a kid when you had to enter this life of responsibility..." Jungkook stared at the older member, wide-eyed, listening. "I know it sounds weird to hear me speak about your feelings this way, but hear me out...your confused emotions never got a shape. Your feelings, your promise that you'd never open upto any other girl slowly manifested into that awkwardness you now always feel around other women". Taehyung stopped to look at him, then continued, "you may have almost forgotten her, or at least buried her memories deep in your mind... but your mind almost involuntarily kept feeling uncomfortable around other women of your age". He chuckles a bit. "You're still such a kid, you know. I actually had to sort out your feelings for you. Exci seems to be much more mature than you are, she'll do you a lot of good". He laughs at which Jungkook lowers his head, embarrassed and blushing. "She hasn't changed much, you know hyung?" Jungkook looks up suddenly, his eyes gleaming with fond memories of his past.

"I know", V laughed. "You wouldn't have been so entranced with her otherwise. I can observe people better than you think, you know..." Jungkook lowers his head again, but this time he chuckled slowly. "Hyung, never in my life did I think that I'd have to take life-advices from you. Its Namjoon hyung who's in charge of that department, you know". "Yah whatever do you mean by that??" Taehyung interjected, sending the flustered maknae one of his boxy grins. "I know what you mean, gukkie. But it doesn't hurt to be a lil philosophical sometimes, especially when it comes to solving your problems, you kid". Jungkook pouted at that, and Taehyung poked a finger into his puffed-up cheeks. Letting down his breath, he winks at his hyung, his face now practically glowing with joy, "C'mon hyung, I have a friendship to revive".

"You think I sound okay? My voice sounds so hoarse after practicing... I shouldn't have--" she sighs, her hands all fidgety as she looks at her friend anxiously. "I've told you a million times already Exci, you sound just fine", he says smiling, then adding with a wink and a playful smirk, "if you ask me, I'd definitely say you deserve that prize tonight", he ended in a flourish. "Yeahh, don't exaggerate!" Jungkook's meaningful compliment which,he hoped would please her seemed to have the opposite effect and she grew more distressed. "Don't lie kook, don't you lie to me!" She cried out, almost panic-stricken. Rubbing the back of his head confusedly, Jungkook confessed, "I was only trying to make you feel better", then noticing the devastated look on his friend's face, he quickly added, "but I wasn't lying! You sound so good, really better than that birthday girl". He nodded his head hopefully to emphasize his point but Exci grew more tensed and hysterical by the second. "You're saying that only so that you can leave me and go play with your friends! Other friends", she made air-quotes, "YOU don't want to stay here!" she pointed a finger at her friend accusingly. It was her friend's turn to get hysterical now as he vigorously shook his head from side to side, his long-ish hair becoming all the more messy and getting in his face. But he didn't care. Not when his friend, his best friende was accusing him of not being a true friend. "No Exci, how could you say that??" He cried at her, " I only want to be with you! I-I...We'll practice till you think its perfect", he hangs his head in shame, his cheeks tinged pink from all the emotion that boiled within him. Exci started at his saddened face and opened his mouth to speak, but then thought the better of it and merely shook her head. They kept practicing.

"Kook, I'm scared", Exci turns a tearful gaze at her friend that stood by her side, clutching her hand tightly. He gave it a squeeze, "you're very good, don't worry", he turned to smile at him. He gave her an enthusiastic nod and said, "you'll beat them girls. Trust me", he pointed at the group that stood huddled by the stage. "Kook, don't point!" She squealed in alarm, and tried to force his hand down which was now pointing at the other competitors. "What?" He blinked his eyes in surprise, lowering his arm. "It's true, you'll do well". Exci smiled at him sadly, "I'm sorry for shouting at you earlier. You're such a good friend ", she squeezed back his hand. Jungkook's eyes lit up with delight as he replied, albeit a little flustered, "don't you worry about any of that!" "Go,go", he gives her a push and as she gets up on the stage, she looks back at him and sends him a nervous grin and a wave, and Jungkook waves back with an enthusiastic grin and a nod to go in. "All the best", he mouthed to her.

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Jungkook smiled a bit as he remembered the memory. This is the story that Exci was now currently trying to narrate to the others, though very poorly. She has forgotten almost everything, and was stuttering and trailing off frequently, squinting her eyes trying to remember the details. "Memory of a goldfish ", Jungkook smiles, repeating the words to himself. Taehyung was leading the way back to the drawing room where the rest were seated, and her voice could be heard all the way from there.

"But that doesn't explain how you got that earring!", complained Hoseok at something she probably said. "Yeah I know", Exci could be heard sighing in defeat, " "and that's the part where my memory is a little hazy".

"Guess someone needs to fill up the gaps and speak in more detail", Taehyung's deep, loud voice fills the room. Exci and Jin looks up at him in surprise. "Oh you finished taking the drink?" Sophie interjects, lifting her head from Namjoon's chest to look at Jungkook and putting his hands away that were stroking her head, at which he let out a definite sound of protest. "What do you mean?" Exci ignores everyone else and stares at Taehyung, her eyes boring into his. He cleared his throat a bit, clearly uncomfortable of being glared at by Exci. Jin's eyes went wide as he looked from Taehyung to Exci and then Jumgkook". "He agreed??", he mouthed to Tae who seemed to grow flustered with wo many people trying to get answers from him. Jungkook glared at Jin and muttered, "oh just how many people did he tell my story to..." Taehyung grimaced, one of his hand moving back to rub the back of his head. "Uhh..." he seemed unable to form a complete sentence. "Can I finish your story?" Jungkook speaks up suddenly, looking at Exci. She stared back. "W-what I mean to s-say is, I know the rest of your story", he finishes lamely and winces at the poor choice of his words. "And how could you possibly know her story?" Ann spoke up in an amused voice, from the corner of the room. She stroked her chin, and muttered, "do you happen to be one of her friends from back then?" Exci stiffened and muttered under her breath, "it can't be,can it?"

Clearing his throat, he began. "You were devastated with how the contest ended. We were too small to know that the contest was arranged for the birthday girl to win. We, you weren't supposed to win", he took a breath, "you got hysterical and started crying in anger. I think you said some pretty harsh words to the birthday girl at which she too burst out crying. Then," he looks at Exci who seemed astonished. Both were thinking of the same incident.

"You!" She pointed a finger accusingly at the birthday girl whose face was tear-stained. "You're terrible, you cant even sing in tune. How did you win?" Her voice took on a higher pitch as she cried out shrilly. The birthday girl began to sob again. Exci cried harder, burying her face in her arms. The parents looked bewildered, some looked sympathetically at the two girls arguing. She had every reason to be angry, but it wasn't exactly the birthday girl's fault either. Both were kids after all. The girl's best friend stood up. "Exci its okay", the little boy ran to his crying best friend and hugged her. But she was crying too hard to notice. "You did well. You deserve the prize. I don't know why everyone is so unfair here", he glared at the birthday girl's parents who looked very flustered and confused, looking over her shoulder as he hugged her tightly. She pulled free from his grasp, her features contorted with rage. "No I'm not ready to accept that. You are siding with them, aren't you?" She sobbed and Jungkook shook his head helplessly. "No, no, no, you're getting me all wrong. When did I say that?" He cried, colour rushing onto his cheeks as he protested defiantly. "I-I..." he spluttered, and she went on, "save it! I'm going home", and before he could protest, she ran out of the hall. He tried to go after her, his feet automatically moving across the hall, but was stopped by his parents. They didn't approve of the horrible scene and absolutely did not want their son to be a part of it. "L-let me go!", He struggled against the tight grip that his mother had on him. He tried to pull free, then slouched in defeat when he saw that he wouldn't be allowed to go after her. "You can meet her after the party", came a stern voice and he was soon dragged back to the hall, helpless against his mother's strong grip on his arm. He sighed in defeat.

"you kind of ran out in anger, sobbing...", Jungkook laughed awkwardly as he looked at the eight pairs of eyes that were glued to his face. "U-uh, b-but h-how d-did you--", Exci opened her mouth in protest but ended up stammering badly. Pursing her lips, she gave a nod, urging him to move on. Jungkook's stare never left Exci's face as he continued, "I wasn't actually allowed to go after you, you see...my parents didn't want a scene. So I decided to check up on you after the party--" "Wait", Ann cut in sharply, "what do you mean by you wanting to go after her?" She glanced at her friend who had a very curious expression on her face. She seemed to be struggling with something on her mind, as if she it was difficult for her to grasp the facts that were being thrown at her. "Y-you mean..." She trailed off, looking up at him meaningfully. A flush began to crawl up Jungkook's neck, across his face and his behind his flashing, dark eyes that suddenly seemed unable to meet her eyes. He gave an almost imperceptible nod. Sophie audibly let out a loud gasp and Hoseok could be heard swearing. Namjoon murmured something under his breath and even Jimin, for once seemed unable to speak anything at all except, "oh my god". Jin, with a highly amused voice spoke out, "So kook, won't you tell us the rest of the story?" This earned him a glare from both Taehyung and Jungkook, and he effectively shut up after that. "Y-yeah, I mean...", He looked hopefully at Exci, who had a very unreadable expression on her face. Was she happy to see him? Or was she disappointed that her charming childhood best friend turned out to be the dorky maknae of BTS, Jeon Jungkook...It was hard to say.

"I c-could'nt follow you immediately though I wanted to, so I went after you after the party and--" "I remember that", she interjected, a sudden smile showing on her face. "You waited outside our house on the front porch for almost an hour. But I was either too sad--" and she laughed humourlessly at this, "or too stubborn and bitchy to come down". She chuckled genuinely at this, and he suddenly felt warm all over. Maybe she isn't too sad to get back her friend, he thinks.

"Jungkook! Come home", spoke a voice from beyond the gates that led into the front porch of her house. "It's really late", said her mother kindly, and with a swift glance at the top window that had heavy curtains drawn across it, commented, "she's not in a mood to talk tonight. You can come again tomorrow". "You did your job as a friend, right?", interjected his father as he looked at his son wearily who stubbornly refused to move from the place. "I promised you can come here again tomorrow right after breakfast tomorrow, okay?" She lay her hand on his shoulder. They've been standing here for a while now trying to convince him to leave. "I guess you are right", sighed the boy in defeat, and his mother led him towards the gate. But he stopped to look back after every few steps, reluctantly turned the corner on the street and the house disappeared from view.

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"Enough with the daydreaming guk", Jimin's bored voice as he twirled a stray strand of hair around his finger, broke him out of his reverie. He turned to look at him with a "huh?" and a blank look on his face. "Now how many times do I need to tell you that you need to cut that hair!", Jin's loud voice echoed around the silent room, "you look horrible with that long hair. And Jungkook, you should pay more attention to your surroundings--" His ramblings were cut off by giggles from Jimin who rolled his eyes and said, "okayy mom". "Hey you-" began Jin, but he was once again interrupted by a groan that came from where Yoongi was sleeping. He seemed to have finally finished his daily quota of naps and was letting out a yawn. "Yah! Why don't you close your mouth?!", came Ann's voice who raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend that lay sleeping on her lap and who was now giving her a sheepish grin. "Hey". "Rise and shine, Min", she poked him on the already-puffed up (from sleeping) cheeks and he frowned. "No 'baby I had such a good time stroking your head while you slept?' I could feel you doing that, you know", he smirked up at his girlfriend who positively rolled her eyes. "Yeah not so much, especially when I can't even feel my legs now coz you were sleeping on it for so long", sighed Ann, "now get up and see what you missed". She grinned and winked at him. He looked ready to protest, but was interrupted by Jin. "First you rudely interrupt my lecture, then you act all lovey-dovey with Ann here. Kook here was telling us his childhood love story..." "Not a love story!", cried Jungkook, who had turned a bright red and Exci who sat opposite to him also blushed deep red. "Whose? Kook's?" Yoongi looked genuinely surprised as he looked at Jungkook. "What have I been missing out on--" he stifled a yawn that escaped his lips at which Ann snorted. "You can go back to sleep now. You've missed a lot, but you ain't gettin a recap", she huffed and looked away. "Why's she so salty?", pouted Yoongi and looked at Hoseok who merely shrugged in response. "Maybe coz you've not been cuddling her enough?", Jimin raised his eyebrows suggestively with a glance towards Sophie and Namjoon. Namjoon was currently pressing a kiss on Sophie's forehead, with one of his arms around her who was laying quite still on his chest. He was whispering softly to her while threading a hand through her short-trimmed hair. She was mumbling something in response and nodding her head.

"Ahh", exclaimed Yoongi and turned around with a smirk. "You need my attention?", he says with his eyes sparkling with mischief and sends a cheeky grin. Ann turns around immediately, her eyes reduced to slits as she huffed, "ofc not! Huh", then continued to mutter afterwards, "who'd want your attention?!" Yoongi rolls his eyes and said, "I heard that, you idiot". Ann turned around to retort, when Jin cleared his throat. "Ahem...", and when they all turned to look at him, "ahem, so yeah as I was saying, Kook here was saying something." Yoongi, who looked a little annoyed since his moment was disturbed, rolled his eyes and waved him off, "yeah Kook, I'm all ears now".

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"Exci is down with fever, honey", her mom sighed for probably the hundredth time that day. Jungkook had been standing there for almost an hour now, refusing to leave before he got to see her face.

Shaking his head frantically, he speaks in a high-pitched voice, his eyes all wide and cheeks flushed, as he tried his best to make her understand how urgent this was. "I said I have something to give her! Please, it won't take more than a few minutes!"

God, why are these kids so stubborn, Exci's mom thought resignedly. She let out a sigh once more and slowly trudged up the staircase, leaving the flustered, yet desperate kid standing behind, who had a small parcel clutched to his chest.

"Exci, he won't leave until you see him. I have a lot of work to do other than acting as a mediator between you two kids. Resolve your fights on you own. I'm asking him to come up." Exci grumbled from under the blankets. She wasn't really sick. Half ashamed of the utter fool she made of herself yesterday and half mad at him for no reason whatsoever, she was just being a bratty little kid, refusing to face her best friend's worried face.

"Mom I'm telling you that I'm not in the mood right now. Just ask him to leave, I can't believe he won't budge even though you're saying I'm sick! " She screamed from under her blanket. When she heard no response from her mom, slowly she peaked out,pulling the blanket away from her face.

[ Jeez, gotta apologize for this one. I posted this mistakenly while scrolling through my draft. This scene is NOT complete as yet!! But uhh since I already posted it, I'm gonna keep it here ig? And keep adding a few paragraphs to the scene whenever I feel like it?! Hehehe~ ]

[kvmes]

Another Love TKO

I just read your text post about the dude you liked and it made me think of a situation that happened with me and this girl i had a huge crush on at my college.

I'm pretty sure it was fall semester 2017, i had walked to my building for class like i always did, i had my headphones in like always and was early to my class like always.

(quick side note) idk about you but im introverted, the reason i mention that is because me being as introverted as i am, im very observant.  I notice everything around me, i notice peoples faces, the clothes they wear, im just a very observant person. I dont talk that much, and i never walk around with my face in my phone like everyone seems to do these days, im always, always in deep thought, and deep observation.  

Anyways, i get to class hella early and i have my headphones in and im just chilling, when all of a sudden i see the most beautiful girl i have ever seen at my college, i mean, she was stunning. her hair was curly, and it was in a bun, her skin was golden and she had a bandana that was a mixture of red, black, and green. she had those gold and black suede pumas that was popular around that time.

Her arms were criss crossed across her chest and she was carrying her books. in the 5 seconds it took for her to pass me i picked up her whole vibe. she walked past me and didnt even know i existed. but i didnt give a shit, i was absolutely blown away by how gorgeous this girl was. when i say she was the most THE most beautiful girl i had ever seen at my college... i mean it. 

She walked past and it was like slow motion, i stopped my music and said to myself, "damn who is that"?! and that slow motion shit stopped and time was regular again, i was like "aigh i have to get to know her". so i literally looked at the time to make sure that every tuesday/ thursday i was at that exact spot just so i could get a glimpse of her. and sure enough every tuesday/ thursday i saw what i thought would be my future wife. 

But the thing is, here i am picturing all this lovey dovey shit like walking down the beach, me surprising her with flowers, me taking picture of her (im a photographer) all that gushy shit, and i know deep down im too shy to even approach her lol... one thing about men that most of us wont admit is that, when we see "the one" or that girl that makes time stop and makes you reevaluate life for a second.... we be gettin scared... or shit maybe its just me. but the fear of fuckin up can really stop you from doing somethin great. in this instance it was my fear that got the best of me. but when we men see that girl that you just know you have to have, we just dont know how to act idk why.

but idk im speaking for all dudes like i know, shit so maybe its me. anyways... i would see this girl basically every tuesday/ thursday and never speak.. i would always chicken out, because it would be hella people in the hallways, then on top of that she always looked like she didnt wanna be bothered, so i was like fuck lol im never gon get this girl. 

so i said fuck it. ima just wait till i see her on the campus walking and try and speak to her then. i figured shit if i talk to her when its only her, if i get rejected, only me and her will know lol... so idk what picture i had in my head but the shit was nothing close to what actually happened. i thought i would see her on campus... and i literally saw her like 3 times on campus, and she was either to far for me to get to her or going in a building i wasnt going into... its like she was a ghost. i started questioning did i even see her in the first place, or was i just so in need of real love that i made her up...

So i basically just gave up... and then one day at work i saw her again. at this point it had been like weeks since i last saw her on campus. i had dropped the class i had in the spot where i saw her in the first place, so i basically didnt see her at all. 

if im being honest the shit was like a movie, i had got on the elevator to go check the trash in one of the buildings like i had did every single day of that semester, and as soon as i got off i saw her walking in one of the entrances. that same rush of adrenaline came over me like it was my first time seeing her all over again. we looked at each other but walked past one another. she walked to the staircase entrance and was gone in 5 seconds again.

i had never had a girl make my heart beat like this before. i was in a daze. i was so nervous but i now knew that she lived in one of the dorms i worked in, which made me happy. so i planned on talking to her the next day. my confidence level shot up, i was ready to finally talk to this girl. 

the next day at work i tried to spend as much time as i could in her dorm, and of course... i didnt see her. I saw her the one time and that was it. 

It wouldnt be until the end of the next semester which was spring 2017 that i saw her again. i was working in the dorms. she was packing her stuff up to leave, and i said oh well no use now. so i was with my coworker and we were laughing and joking, and i said alright man ima go and make myself busy. 

no sooner do i leave him to go check on trash in the dorm "my future wife" lived in, i was cleaning something in the lobby, and through the blinds i saw my coworker talking to the girl of my dreams!! she was smiling and laughing and i saw them get in the elevator together... so i rushed over to that building and of course the elevators we busy. so i took the stairs down and went to the basement and i didnt see them... i rushed to catch the elevator back up and as i was getting off the elevator i heard her laugh and say "have a good day" and the door shut, and my coworker walked around the corner and said "oh shits whats up"! from the time i saw them talking in the first place to me getting up there when she was walking out the door, it was about 2-3 minutes. 

my heart was beating 1000 times a minute, my coworker came around the corner and saw me, i said "yo bro, who was that girl you were just with"? he said oh her, idk... i was like bro that girl is the girl of my universe lol... the next time you see her give her my number or just text me so i can talk to her... he said alright bro i got you.

And of course because life is life, i didnt see her until spring 2018. J. cole's KOD album had just came out a few weeks prior and i was blasting it in my headphones. i was in dream girl's dorm, and i saw her again... she was loading up her car and getting ready to leave... today was the day. i was goin to speak to her... and i know i said this shit 5 thousand times, but this time i had a feeling it would be my last chance.

i saw her a few times loading her car and was nervous. so i turned on one of my favorite cole songs... 03 adolescence. it gave me the confidence i needed. i saw her walking with her R.A and i knew that meant she was checking out and leaving for good, so i waited in the lobby because i knew she would have to walk through there to get to her car...

i was nervous as fuck, and even more because she had her R.A with her and if i got rejected he would see, but i said fuck it. she walked in and i said excuse me, she turned to me and her smile was beautiful, her voice was soft and kind of high pitched. "i said im sorry to bother you but you are beautiful to me and i have had a crush on you for a long time"

she started blushing, smiling and giggling. she said "oh my god do u? where have you see me at?" I said "eh you know, just around". i knew time was fading for me to ask for her number, so i said hey listen i have to get back to work and i know you have to leave, so how about i give you my number and you just text me. she said ok cool.. she pulled out her iphone. the screen was cracked, so i was extra careful to type my number in correctly. i handed it back to her and she said "cool i'll text you when later"

i said ok. on the outside i looked hella regular, but on the inside i was on the moon somewere... i walked into one of the other dorms and jumped up with excitement, i couldnt believe after all this time we had finally spoke. i finally got to talk to her. i was on fire. but then i quickly came back down to earth because the real test was waiting to see would she hit me up. 

I waited all day and all night, and came up with every excuse in the book. "maybe she just got tired from driving" lol... maybe she dropped her phone and it cracked and broke... maybe she accidently deleted the number. i came up with every excuse in the book. 

and after all that, she never texted me. and i have to say my feelings were hurt for a few days. i was more embarrassed than anything, because i put myself out there only to strike out. it was also the fact that i pictured us walking down the beach, all that lovey dovey shit i had thought about was basically never gonna happen. i had feelings for this girl, and she didnt even know the half. what hurt the most was that she never got to know how i really felt. i pictured her asking me "so how long have you liked me"? and i wouldve told her how i knew i liked her from the first time i laid eyes on her

how i knew exactly what she wore on the first day i saw her, how furiously my heart beat from just getting a glimpse of her. i wouldve told her that every time i saw her it was like the first time i saw her.... but it never happened sadly... and after that encounter it was truly the last time i had saw her. she either transferred,  moved off campus, or graduated. so i wrote this out because your story reminded me of this, but also just to say, we're all kind of awkward in our own little way, and i think that no matter how awkward we are and how odd we might be, theres someone out there waiting in the universe that will love us unconditionally. ( sorry this was so long) have a great night. 

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Fictober Day 4: Freeze, feat Josephine and Asena

MODERN POOL PARTY AU! I NEVER WRITE AUS! HOW WEIRD IS THIS?! It might become a two-parter, Idk. Warnings? Mentions of alcohol, kind of OOC Leliana. Also, surprise appearances from the Hawke and Inquisitor of this timeline (Nev and Gemma. (Gemma is the Inq, Asena is just her friend for my double-Inquisitor-au timeline.)) 

UPDATE: This is now a mafia au. 

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4   AO3

Author note: “Hermosa” means beautiful. So, she’s calling Josephine beautiful. 

“Who did you say lived here?” Josephine raised her eyebrow at Leliana.

Leliana just waved her hand as they wove their way through the convoluted apartment complex. “A friend of Cassandra’s.”

Cullen snorted from behind them. “It’s not like you to hold back on gossip, Leliana.”

Leliana huffed. “I don’t really know. All Cassandra said was there would be a party.”

Josephine and Cullen shared an incredulous look, but they didn’t have time to press for more information because they rounded a corner and music drifted over to them. “Oh good, you made it!” Cassandra waved to them from among the group of people loitering around the pool. A bunch of paper lantern lights were rustling in the warm summer breeze, casting a warm glow over the cool light from the pool. There were about two dozen people in total, including many of Cassandra’s friends, just about everybody wearing either bathing suits or summer clothes. Josephine recognize most of them—The Iron Bull was working over the grill while Dorian looked on adoringly; a red-haired and blue-tattooed Dwarven woman was hanging off the Warden Blackwall’s arm sitting poolside and chatting animatedly with Sera and her girlfriend Dagna who were in the pool; over in the corner, Varric was sitting amidst a group of people, likely telling them one of his ridiculous stories with his arm slung over Cole’s (one of the only fully dressed people present) shoulder. Cassandra walked over the gate and grinned at them, her hand going to rest on her sarong-ed hip. “Did you find it alright?”

Leliana grinned and hugged her. “Of course.”

Josephine scanned the crowd. “It looks like a good turnout.”

Cassandra nodded, clasping Cullen’s hand in a firm shake. “Yes. I hadn’t realized Asena had invited so many people, but everyone seems to be having a good time.”

“Who is this Asena? I’ve yet to meet her,” Josephine asked, curiosity filling her voice.

“Oh, you’ll love her.” Cassandra gave her a knowing smirk before it turned into a grin as she looked past them. “In fact, here she comes now!”

“Sorry, there was a huge line at the store and—Oh!” The trio turned to meet their hostess, and Josephine’s breath caught in her throat. “Cassandra, are these the friends you were talking about?”

“Yes, indeed. Guys, allow me to introduce Asena Adaar.”

The Qunari that stood before them was, as most Qunari are, incredibly tall. She was standing with her hip cocked, a large bag of charcoal balanced on it, an… an entire half-barrel keg set at her feet. Josephine raised an eyebrow at that. How in the world did she carry that all in one go? Her hips were wide in comparison to the rest of her body, a pair of light pink harem pants hanging quite low on those hips, giving her a good view of sturdy hip bones. Her skin was light for a Qunari, similar in shade to The Iron Bull’s, but smoother, pulled tight over strong, prominent muscles. She wore no shirt, only a black, strapless bikini top that made Josephine swallow hard.

Asena must’ve noticed Josephine checking her out because she smirked, an eyebrow cocked at her, and Maker’s breath she was pretty. She had a strong, slightly crooked nose that sat between proud, lightly freckled cheekbones. Her lips were thick and painted a cool purple that helped her shockingly bright, teal eyes stand out. Her horns were smaller than the Bull’s, curved delicately up and behind her forehead, shined smooth halfway to the tips, and between them rained a mess of beautifully curled black locks.

“Asena, may I present—”

“Nono, let me guess.” She cut Cassandra off with a cocky smile. “Obviously this is Cullen Rutherford.” They shook hands, Cullen replying with some sort of greeting that Josephine couldn’t hear. “And Leliana Nightingale,” another handshake, then she turned to Josephine. “And this,” she said, practically purring, “must be the lovely Josephine Montilyet.” As Josephine put her hand in hers, she blushed when Asena leaned down, pressing a warm kiss to the back of her knuckles. Asena smirked up at her and whispered a cool and fluent, “Encantada, hermosa Josefina,” against her skin.

“Hey, Boss, did you get the charcoal or what?”

Asena straightened up (so tall) at The Bull’s interruption and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, hold your horns.” She smiled at the four of them, stopping her gaze on Josephine. “Please, excuse me.”

“Do you need any help with that?” Cullen gestured towards the keg sitting at Asena’s feet.

The Qunari grinned and shook her head. “No thanks. I’ve got it.” In one fluid movement, she hefted the charcoal up on her shoulder and raised the keg to rest on her other hip as if it weighed nothing at all. Josephine couldn’t help but stare at her muscles as she squeezed past them and meandered over to the other Qunari who was waiting impatiently by the grill.

When she turned back to her friends, Leliana and Cullen were giving her deviously sly grins. “I… What?” She could feel the blush rising among her cheeks. They chuckled and moved past her to join the party, Cassandra following close by. “I—guys! Wait!”

As promised, the party was a blast. Within an hour, more people had joined, including Bull’s entire crew and a few other people Asena seemed to know, including a white-haired blind woman who was nearly as buff as Asena and who was apparently the blind woman’s girlfriend, a slender, tan-skinned woman with a lip piercing and a heavy Rivaini accent. Conversation and laughter flowed from every direction, backed by a constant flow of pleasant music. Though Josephine is a natural conversationalist, she didn’t stray far from Leliana’s side. Leliana’s offered safety proffered Josephine the opportunity to watch their hostess flit about from person to person. Everyone was greeted in the familiar, ranging from a warm handshake to an almost painful-looking hug, but Josephine noticed hers was the only hand that Asena kissed. Indeed, aside from a sisterly smooch to Blackwall’s and his girlfriend’s cheeks, Asena’s lips touched nobody else. Though she didn’t know why, this revelation filled Josephine with a deep sense of giddiness, as though butterflies had taken flight along her skin.

“My word. Is that Leliana?”

Josephine raised a brow as the Rivaini woman snaked her way through the throng of people, her girlfriend in tow, and came to a firm stop in front of the both of them. She looked over at Leliana who was regarding the woman for a long moment before she gasped. “Isabela?”

The woman—Isabela—beamed brilliantly at them and swooped in to hug Leliana. “I knew that was you!”

Leliana blushed. “I had heard you and Hawke were together, but I guess I didn’t realize. You’ve certainly changed, Bela.” Josephine nudged Leliana and gave her a Look. “Oh, Josie, this is Isabela and Genevieve, friends of mine from ages ago.”  

“Nev,” supplied Nev with an outstretched hand which Josephine took.

Isabela pulled Genevieve’s hip into hers and grinned cheekily. “Yes, we know Leliana quite well. Perhaps we could know you, too…?”

“Bela, Nev, you’re not harassing my guests, are you? Not everyone is interested in sharing your bed.”

Josephine blushed furiously at Asena’s entrance, even more so at the fact that Asena stood almost touching her, her arm stretched behind her to balance her weight against the railing. Nev chuckled while Isabela tsked. “Well one can never know until one tries, eh?”

Nev pushed gently at Isabela’s shoulder, turning to leave. “C’mon, I heard Cullen prattling on around here somewhere. I wanna annoy him.”

Leliana’s studious gaze flicked from Josephine to Asena two or three times before she gave a flashy smile. “I’ll help you look for him,” she called to the other two women.

Josephine’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to protest, but Leliana was gone as quickly as Asena had appeared, chasing after her friends. Asena sucked her teeth and shook her head after her friends. “That lot is trouble.” Turning to look down at Josephine, she put on a brilliant smile. “Are you enjoying yourself, Lady Montilyet?”

Josephine self-consciously tucked her hair behind her ear and nodded. “Yes, quite. This is quite the party.”

Asena smirked, her eyes scanning across Josephine’s face. “I’m afraid I can’t take all the credit. Bull’s boys are quite the lively bunch.”

Maker, is she getting closer? Josephine cleared her throat and took a sip of her drink. “You, uh… You seem to know all these people.”

Chuckling, Asena straightened back up and looked out at the crowd. “Mm, I do for the most part. Anyone I didn’t know before tonight were either guests of Cassandra or Gemma.”

“Gemma?”

“My roommate.” She pointed out the tattooed woman just in time for Josephine to watch as Blackwall was tackled into the pool. Laughing, she watched the two of them come back up for air, and Gemma squealed as Blackwall pulled her in for a vengeful kiss. “She’s pretty cute.”

Josephine cocked her head, looking back and forth from the Dwarf to the Qunari. “How did you two meet?”

For just the briefest of moments, a shadow flicked over Asena’s face, but she quickly hid it with a cool smile. “We go way back.”

Nodding, Josephine turned her attention back to the crowd. “I understand.”

The music shifted to a new song, something in Qunlat that Josephine couldn’t understand, but it had a good beat. Asena spun to stand in front of Josephine and bowed dramatically, her hand outstretched. “May I have this dance, Lady Montilyet?”

At her dashing grin, Josephine blushed and slipped her hand into Asena’s. “You may.”

Asena grinned and swept her out towards the area that had been unofficially designated as a dance floor.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. Asena and Josephine danced for what felt like minutes but must have been well over an hour by the time they sat down, breathless and giddy. From there, they talked for ages, and wine and beer flowed between them until they were both giggly and stumbling about the place. People came to talk to the both of them, faces blurring one into another as the drinks flow.

Suddenly, it was daylight. Josephine’s head pounded in protestation of her poor decisions last night, and she groaned. “Oh, Maker,” she grumbled.

“Buenas dias, hermosa Josefina.”

She… She knew that voice. But from where? She couldn’t… Prying her eyes open, she looked around, struggling to focus. “W… Where?”

A face came into view, dazzlingly beautiful and smiling warmly, a cascade of curls falling off a light blue shoulder. “My apartment.” A glass of water was sat on a table near Josephine’s face.

Blinking, Josephine tried to focus on the face, on the strong nose and the proud lips and the freckles and the eyes—“Asena?”

Asena chuckled and nodded, disappearing from view. “Eggs?”

“I…”

At her roaring stomach, Asena chuckled again. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Josephine pulled herself to sit up, assessing the damage. A hoodie some five sizes too big with a wide-cut collar had been placed on her, but underneath her clothes were still on and in-tact, though her sandals had been carefully sat on the floor. She had been sleeping on a couch in a well-decorated apartment, not far from a sliding glass door that lead out near the pool. “I… slept over?”

“Yeah. Cullen did, too. He’s in on Gemma’s couch, through that door over there. Leliana left with Nev and Isabela.” Asena came over to sit in a chair across from her, setting a plate of eggs down in front of her.

“And the uh… hoodie?” She cast a glance up at her host and took a sip of the water.

Asena smiled gently, leaning back in her chair. “I didn’t want you to freeze.”

Josephine blushed and ducked her head to take another drink. “Mm. Thank you. That was very thoughtful.”

Asena waved her hand. “It looks better on you anyways.”

Josephine blushed and… Was that a smirk? Boldness took her, then, and with a smirk of her own, Josephine settled back into the couch and tucked her legs up underneath her. “I shall have to keep it, then.”

Asena’s smirk grew into a full-blown toothy grin. She adjusted herself so that her arm hung off the back of the chair and her impossibly long legs stretched out in front of her. “It would be a great disappointment if you didn’t, Lady Montilyet.”

Josephine giggled and started eating. They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes until a phone began ringing. Asena cursed in Qunlat and cast her an apologetic glance, pulling out her phone. Josephine waved her off, and Asena disappeared into a different room to answer it. Josephine finished her eggs and water then took them to the sink to clean them, humming softly. The hoodie hung down to her knees, and the widened collar encouraged it to hang off her shoulder demurely. ‘I didn’t want you to freeze.’ She blushed anew and grinned to herself.

As she washed the dish, the other door off to her right opened and Blackwall stumbled out, wearing naught but a pair of pajama pants. Upon seeing her, he froze and blushed deeply. “I… er… Lady Montilyet. Fancy meeting you here.”

She quirked a brow at him. “Indeed.”

He cleared his throat. “You, uh, slept over then?”

“Indeed.”

Nodding, he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “F-fancy that.” Moving quickly, he scooted over the cupboard and snagged a pack of Poptarts. “Well, be seeing you,” he stammered before scurrying back to the room.

Josephine chuckled and shook her head. His crush on her never ceased to entertain, even if he was a taken man now. Just as she finished the dishes, Asena’s door opened, and she walked out, wearing a breathtaking suit, fresh makeup, and a sullen expression. “Hermosa Josefina, I must profusely apologize. I have business to attend to. You’re welcome to stay here, or I could take you home if you needed?” She looked wretched about it, and that made Josephine’s heart swell.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose. I can call a taxi.”

Asena frowned. “Nonsense. It would be my pleasure.”

She considered it a moment, regarding her carefully. With a nod, she smiled gently. “Very well then.”

She moved to take the hoodie off, but she was stopped by a gently hand on her arm. Looking up into Asena’s smiling face, she blushed. “I said you could keep it,” she purred, her eyes taking in the hang of the garment.

Josephine’s blush deepened, and she nodded. “A-Alright.”

Asena practically beamed and gestured towards the door. They paused so Josephine could put her sandals back on, and then they left. Asena’s car was strangely nice for a college student, and a convertible to boot. Probably for the horns, Josephine thought. She drove with a careful recklessness, obeying speed limits and the likes but taking turns a little too fast, and in a way it was thrilling. Once they arrived at Josephine’s house, Asena hopped out and rushed quickly around to open the door for her, smiling warmly at her. She escorted Josephine to the door and paused just outside it, looking as though she wanted to say something but couldn’t. Josephine tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. “Thank you for a lovely evening,” she whispered.

Asena regarded her carefully, eyes scanning hers, taking in her expression. She nodded slightly and reached out to brush her hand along Josephine’s arm, linking their pinkies together when she reached her hand. “I… had a good time. I’d like… I’d like to see you again, if that’s alright.”

Josephine’s stomach burst into butterflies and her heart pounded in her ears for something other than her hangover. Nodding earnestly, she stepped closer, a broad grin stretched across her face. “I would very much like that.”

Asena grinned toothily. “Brilliant.” She pulled Josephine’s hand to her lips as she had when they met and pressed another warm kiss to her knuckles. “Until later, hermosa Josefina.”

Josephine watched her practically skip back to her car. They shared another grin and waved to one another before Asena hopped into her car and took off. With a dopy smile and lightness to her step that defied the heaviness of her hangover, Josephine backed into the house and sighed dreamily. Once she turned around, she blushed to see Leliana standing against the railing in her underwear, a bowl of cereal in her hands. She regarded Josephine carefully then pointed her spoon at her. “Where’d you get the hoodie?”

Clearing her throat, Josephine tilted her chin up. “Asena didn’t want me to freeze.”

At Leliana’s devious grin, Josephine rolled her eyes and scooted past her to retreat to her room. It wasn’t until she turned to shut the door that she noticed the Rivaini woman and the white haired woman sprawled across the couch, very nude, and she scoffed. “I thought we said no more orgies in the living room, Leliana!”

Leliana’s laughter drifted through the wood of the door as Josephine shut it, and she rolled her eyes. The memory of Asena’s lips upon her hand was too sweet, too lovely in her mind for her to work up any real anger, and she collapsed in a heap into her bed, sighing contentedly. When she opened her phone, she was surprised to see a message from an unknown number, and when she opened it she grinned.

I had a lovely night with you, hermosa Josefina. -Asena.

“Oh, Maker. This woman will be the death of me,” she giggled.

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Winning Their Heart - Chapter 1 - Bakugou Katsuki

Ahhhh this is at like,,,, 3 Am for me and idk why it took me like a year to write this I literally started on this as soon as I go home around 9:30??? 

Anywho, here’s the first chapter! I hope you all enjoy because Todoroki is up next!! 

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The cool breeze of Autumn had you furiously trying to keep your nose buried into your scarf and your hands tucked away in the pockets of your jacket. Walking to school had its perks but you were certainly feeling waves of regret after declining the offer for your parents to drive you today. An aggravated sigh left your lips as you made your way down the sidewalk until you were at the gates of the school. You see Bakugou a ways off, about halfway down the path towards to doors to the school and you pick up your pace a bit to attempt to catch up to him. He pretends not to notice you as you slide up next to him, almost breathless.

“You’re early again today!” You chirp keeping pace with him.

“Yeah, what of it?” He grumbles as he throws open one of the doors to the building. You note how he holds it open a second longer for you to slip in.

“Well, you’ve been getting here early for the past few days now.” You point out. He stops to give you a slightly annoyed look but you continue. “Any particular reason?”

“Why don’t you just mind your own goddamn business…?!” He snaps at you quickly. You hum in response, not even batting an eyelash at his little flare up at you.

“I knew it, so there is a reason!” You say, going to waggle your finger in his face. “I bet it’s because-”

You’re cut off when the red eyes male grabs your hand in his face and pulls you forward, much closer than you’d ever been to him before and he gives you a heated glare. By the luck of the gods, you were so happy that your cheeks were still nipped from the cold air outside or your red cheeks would have given you away instantly. While staring into his eyes, yours wide with surprise, his grip on your hand tightened and you could hear your erratic heartbeat in your ears.

“I said, mind your fucking business, shit head.” He growls before letting you go a little harshly. Bakugou’s quick to make his exit in a right huff, small explosions emanating from his calloused hands.

You stand there and blink, once, twice, three times before you finally can get yourself to move. Well that was odd... Never in your life had you seen him be so defensive over a reason for being somewhere. It gets the gears in your head turning and while you slipped on your school shoes you pondered reasons on his sudden need to be here at an earlier time. You’re lost in thought for the rest of the morning while oblivious to the gaze of a certain ashen blond boy.

After getting to your seat and sitting down, Bakugou leans back, feet on his desk while he silently broods over his own thoughts. You’re sure he’s enraptured in his own thoughts about classes and becoming a hero but little did you know that most of his thoughts were completely elsewhere. Peeking in, one could see that his thoughts were actually about you, and more specifically, why the hell he even liked you in the first place. To be completely honest, he had liked you for a while now, but Bakugou wouldn’t be Bakugou unless he vehemently denied anything akin to feelings for anybody. So he did, and for a long while, too. Though it’s no secret that the harder he tried to push away his growing feelings for you, the stronger they came back whenever he was alone with you.

Like this morning…

This morning, even though classes still haven’t started yet, he felt like you were a little too smart for your own good. He had regrettably cut you off before you had said what you were thinking, which could either being a blessing or a curse. He didn’t need your ass finding out about his situation too quickly, but now he was worried that you actually knew. And it would be a little too soon as it is anyways, since he had only recently come to terms with these things called feelings. Yes, the things that made his heart pick up when he heard your voice, and cause him to falter in his normal aggression towards everyone. You had refused to leave him alone since day one, determined to befriend him for one reason or another and even though he hated to admit it, Bakugou had let you whittle away a piece of the walls surrounding his heart and now had yourself as a chink in his armor.

His thoughts were subverted as the door slid open to reveal more or less a good other chunk of the class. Kirishima and Kaminari had already began to make their way over to him, no doubt to bother him about some new novelty they had found on the internet. Bakugou grumbled something under his breath before shooting you a quick glance, seeing you also making your way over. It was going to be a long day…

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On his way back from lunch, Bakugou found himself awash with thoughts about you. Annoyingly enough you were already beside him, going on about some weird thing you saw on the internet. Or was it about the cute cat you had seen the other day? He wasn’t sure where the conversation had drifted to because he was busy with his own thoughts. Just how the hell was he going to try to confess his feelings to you? How do people do this sort of thing in the first place? Knowing you, if he just flat out said that he liked you, you’d probably think he was playing some sort of cruel joke on you. And he wouldn’t be able to convince you otherwise unless he wanted to kiss you in front of a bunch of complete strangers and classmates.

Maybe if he was nicer to you he’d gain more ground on trying to hint the idea to you. For a second he tried to smile, causing your face to fall and give him a scared look.

“Bakugou? Are you okay? Something weird is happening to your face!” You panicked, going to try and shove your face into his to get a better look. For some reason, you not understanding him trying to smile really pissed him off.

“S-Shut up! I’m fucking fine just get your shitty face out of mine!” He yelled.

Ugh, so that was a no… Man he was so goddamn lucky the others weren’t around to see that mess. He watched you and the quizzical look you wore on your face while you opened your mouth to say something, but closed it a few seconds later, thinking it best to drop whatever the hell you just witnessed. He felt so fucking embarrassed hoooo boy this was a new layer of suffering he had just entered. Bakugou trudged off down the hall with you attempting to trail behind, mad at both you, and himself.

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Bakugou was beside himself on what to do when it came to confessing to you. Maybe he should go old fashioned and get you some flowers? People like flowers right? But flowers coming from someone like him might send the wrong message. Like he was already planning your funeral or something akin to the world ending. Plus that just wasn’t him at all… Get that weak ass shit outta here! But the problem was, there was no real sort of Bakugou way of confessing to you. It’s not like he could blast apart a wall and have it look like a heart shape for you. He could, but who the hell would even do that? Just thinking about it made him cringe at himself. Just what was he going to do?

“Hey Baks, what’s with the face?” Kirishima asked, leaning over while standing by Bakugou’s desk. There was a break and Kirishima had come over to discuss his new, manly, training routine for his early mornings.

“None of your business shitty hair.” He grumbled, glancing behind himself quickly to get a glimpse of you before rummaging through his pockets for his phone.

He stopped when he heard Kirishima let out a small sort of squeal, loud enough for Bakugou to hear and stun him for a second. It took him a good few moments to understand just what Kirishima was making such a fuss about until he looked up at him again.

“You like, (Y/N).” Kirishima said quietly.

Bakugou shot up out of his seat suddenly and went straight for the door with the red haired boy chasing after him. It took everything in his being not to sock the guy in the face with a good ol fashioned explosion, especially since he was already low on patience as it was.

“If you fucking say anything I’ll kill you!” Bakugou yelled, suddenly turning on his heel and grabbing Kirishima by the front of his shirt.

“Whoa, whoa! Who said I was gonna tell?” Kirishima defended himself. “I think this could be great for you y’know? Get a nice partner, settle down a little bit…”

“Fuck off!” He snapped back.

“Come on dude, me and the squad can help you out. (Y/N) is totally your type and-”

The door to the classroom down the hall and your head peeked out, looking at the two of them curiously. Kirishima looked back and forth between you and Bakugou while you stepped out into the hall a little.

“Uh, class is about to begin so… You might wanna wrap up whatever you’re doing out here.” You called from the doorway. There was a small pause, borderlining on something akin to awkward, that you all had to deal with before you slipped back into the classroom. As soon as you were gone, Kirishima whipped his head over to looked at the seething Bakugou, who looked a little more than flustered.

“Stay out of this.”

-----

It was the end of the day, and boy was Bakugou spent both emotionally and mentally. He watched as you tucked your face into your scarf before looking out from the glass door to the outside. You were bundled up in a big jacket and a scarf that made you look particularly pleasant to hug. In fact, he had to resist the sudden urge to wander over there and hug you from behind; a sort of gesture he had been thinking of doing to you multiple times throughout the day. Instead he came up beside you and pressed his hand against the door, waiting a second before he said anything.

“Are you going or not?” He asked gruffly.

“Might as well… I’m going to have to go out eventually.” You hummed a little sadly.

He wasn’t really sure how to respond so he pushed the door open after a good moment of standing there trying to figure out what to say or do. You followed him out the door and let out a small squeak a large gust of cold air hit you right in your face, causing your scarf to go flying. A fair amount of startled noises left you and you were pretty sure Bakugou was a little weirded out by them as you desperately tried to catch your runaway scarf. When the wind finally settled down the scarf went to land neatly at Bakugou’s feet, to which he let out his signature ‘tch’ at. Grabbing it he trudged over to you, who stood there a little dumbfounded and embarrassed.

“Here, lemme fucking do it since you can’t apparently.” He griped while stepping in front of you.

You didn’t say anything, instead opting to stand there and let him wrap your own scarf around you. It was a little bit of a slow process, the wind still continuing to batter you senseless. By the time he was finished you were shivering more than ever now. Bakugou frowned at you, eyebrows knitting together in some mix between anger for the fact that you didn’t bring a heavier jacket, and concern for you.

“You should’ve brought a bigger jacket, dumbass.” He said, obviously talking about your shaking form.

“I didn’t think it was going to get colder.” You whined trying to hug yourself for warmth.

You heard his little ‘tch’ once more and before you knew it, Bakugou was dragging you with him by the wrist and down the pathway out of the front gates. You sputtered out a long jumble of words since you were caught completely off guard, but you couldn’t help the fluttering feeling in your chest from his hand on your wrist. It was different from this morning, and you weren’t too sure what and how you should be feeling right now.

“W-Where are we going?” You asked breathlessly trying to keep pace with him.

“This cafe down the street, so you won’t fucking freeze to death.” He stated flatly, as if were the most obvious thing in the world.

It didn’t take long for you to get to the cafe he was talking about and the warmth you felt as soon as the two of you walked through the door was very much welcome. You breathed a sigh of relief both from the fact that you weren’t going to freeze to death and also from finally getting to catch your breath after running down the entire street to get here. Looking over to Bakugou you noted that he had barely broken a sweat making you feel like you were completely out of shape. You sighed, oddly content with your mixed emotions.

“Are you sure they’re just gonna let us hang here?” You asked, suddenly remembering that you hadn’t brought your wallet today.

“No, just go order something.” He said scanning the menu board himself.

“Well, I don’t have any money.” You mumbled scratching the back of your head. You half expected Bakugou to get angry at you, but he was already taking out his wallet and shoving you forward to the counter.

“Go.”

“W-Wait are you sure this is okay I don’t want you to have to-”

“Hello! How can I help you?” The lady at the counter cut your blubbering off and it took another glance at the boy you were with before you could order something.

“Um, I’ll just take a small, green tea latte please…” You said quietly, puffing out your cheeks.

“And I’ll get a medium coffee, no room for anything.” Bakugou said holding out what looked like a credit card.

Once the transaction was approved and everything, the two of you sat down at a small table towards the center of the cafe. It wasn’t too far in considering how you weren’t too sure how long you were staying, yet you wanted to stay away from the windows as much as possible. Bakugou sat across from you, his usual small frown on his face as he checked his phone. You sat there, awkwardly twiddling your thumbs as you waited patiently for your drinks.

“Thanks for paying for my drink… It was really sweet of you.” You said quietly, looking away.

He froze. You? Calling him sweet?? It almost sounded impossible to describe someone as bitter and spicy as Bakugou is as sweet. He stared at you in disbelief, even as the server came over to set down his coffee. It wasn’t until his phone buzzed after a few minutes did he do something. A message popped up on his screen from Kirishima. Although, the message completely and utterly confused him when he read it.

:Shitty Hair:

:: Why haven’t you drank your coffee yet? ::

What the fuck.

Looking up and behind a confused looking you, he saw a table of vaguely familiar looking people who he then recognized as the Bakusquad. He was SO going to kill Kirishima tomorrow. All of them really, no one was exempt from this upcoming thrashing.

:Bakuhoe:

:: Get the fuck out of here or I’ll kill every single one of you ::

Bakugou let his face fall in his hands and let out a frustrated sigh before looking back up at you, who looked extremely confused and concerned. You placed a hand to his forehead making him stop in his tracks and focus on this strange new feeling of you touching his face.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been so weird all day.” You said, worry lacing your voice.

“I’m fine, I’m just being pestered by Kirishima.” He said the last part a little loud, earning various chuckles from the table of Kirishima and the gang.

“Okay…” You said slowly. “If you say so.”

Bakugou let out some sort of guttural noise when another text came in from Kirishima. He was at his wits end at this point and he was literally this (THIS) close to going over there and running them out of the cafe. Though, if he did that he’d surely be kicked out for life for harassing customers.

:Shitty Hair:

:: When are you going to confess? ::

:Bakuhoe:

::None of your fucking business asswipe ::

:Shitty Hair:

:: If you don’t do it now we’re going to go over and tell them ::

:Bakuhoe:

:: You wouldn’t fucking dare ::

The sudden rustling of people getting out of chairs made Bakugou shoot up out of his chair and ball his fists up, almost as if daring them to come over. There was a rustling of people sitting back down, albeit much slower now. By now Bakugou was not only scaring you, but the staff at the cafe. Some of the customers were also giving him weird stares but it wasn’t like he cared about what they thought of him at all. The only thing he cared about right now was you. He sat back down and let out another sigh before going to pick up his cup to chug about half of its contents. Setting it down he leaned a bit over the table.

“Oi, I have something I need to tell you.” Bakugou said, gritting his teeth after catching your attention.

“I hope it’s an explanation for why you’re acting so weird.” You said slowly, but nonetheless gave him your attention.

“Just shut up and listen.” He quipped. There were a few moments of buffer time until he managed to actually say it. “I like you.”

Pause.

“You w h a t?” You asked, thinking you couldn’t have heard him right. “Are you sure?”

“Will you fucking go out with me or not?!” He asked a little forcefully.

“I will!” You said back before covering you mouth. You couldn’t believe you had actually said it but your sudden outburst had you both sitting there in a stunned silence. The blood rushed to your face and you couldn’t even manage to look at him; you could just feeling his heated gaze on you anyways.

“I.. I like you, too.”

[mystiicmessengers]

Can u plzzzzzz do the rfa+v reacting to an mc who loves listening to Tupac, N.W.A,and biggie(basically gangster rap) i love u soooooooo much ❤️❤️❤️

thank you for requesting !

zen

okay so like, zen picks mc up in his car (this time)

and like he didn’t bring his ipod this time and so he lets mc handle the aux cord

OOOOOOOOH MY GOD U KNOW THAT MEME WHERE THERE’S THE GUY AND HE’S LIKE YOU BETTER NOT PLAY SHIT WHEN THEY HAND HIM THE AUX CORD AND HE STARTS WHIPPING THAT’S U

u plug in ur phone and biggie starts blasting w/like extra ass bass and

he’s fucking shooketh and he’s just taken aback that he blasts through the stop sign and he’s just looking at mc like HOLY SHIT

and not only that a cop sees him blast through his sign and now he has to explain it to the cop what happened and the cop is just fucking CRACKING UP like 

lmfaoooooooo got his ass

but after the entire encounter he just looks towards the MC and he’s like,

“give me some warning next time”

he doesn’t jam out to the music but he’s happy if the mc is happy so

yoosung

so the two are like , roommates or something okay right and mc goes out for a jog/to the gym/or out just etc

and mc accidentally grabs his ipod instead of hers and they’re already out the door

and she realizes her mistake when she plugs in her earbuds and is listening to a bunch of like Lo-fi and really almost vaporwave esque music and she’s just like

wtf is this shit? and it’s not necessarily bad but its just not what she imagined yoosung would like

now yoosung is back at home finally cleaning his room (the internet is probably down thats why) and he plugs his ipod into the speaker so he can listen to the music and clean at the same time

little does he know

fuckin TUPAC starts blastin through the speakers nd at first he’s super confused but he’s like damn i can fuck w/this and he’s basically just jamming out as he’s mopping the floor

it’s awkward because she walks in on him hopping up and down (his form of dancing) but slips on his ass bc he was mopping a few moments before

jaehee

at the cafe , she uses the mc’s *~premium~* spotify account for the tunes that they use and usually its just really chill stuff maybe some lofi maybe some contemporary artists

and there’s several playlists and stuff right??? and they’re all labeled cafe 1, cafe 2, with some cute emojis after it

but as they’re getting ready to open she sees one playlist and it’s just a playlist that says BADASS BICH,YESSSS QUEEN and it’s just mc’s hype playlist

so she’s a bit curious to see what kind of music is on the playlist

oh my goodness is what she says

she’s lucky that the speakers are usually really low, but it’s nwa and she’s just

that blinking guy emoji

she doesn’t like it at all and mc just pops in and is like

“oh my god jaehee, i didn’t think you’d actually click on it! its the cafe playlists remember?” and she just has this really cute smile on her face and jaehee is fucking starstruck bc mc is so cute but also there’s a shitton of gangster rap playing gently in the background

“you’re right mc im sorry” and she switches it back to the regular playlists

she never brings it up again tbh but mostly because it’s just not her type of music at all

jumin

mc walks into their office (lets just say she works there or something ok) and jumin is just blasting gangster rap and he’s deadass just typing at his computer

he doesn’t even look at her when she enters because he’s like typing things in furiously

“you should’ve told me this is the music that you like”

“uhhhhhhhhh”

“it really seems to increase my work productivity”

now mc is the blinking guy gif as she sets her stuff down at her desk and just shrugs in a confused manner

“ i can share... more of my playlist if you want...”

“that would be quite nice, please do so!”

mc can never look at jumin the same way again

saeyoung

so mc has showtunes playing on her computer and sge and saeyoung are singing along with it 

im not saying its hamilton but

lbrh

its hamilton

and she’s singing maria reynolds part and he’s obviously singing alexander’s ( she also sings james ) but then the song ends and mc collapses on the couch

and then the next song is fucking cardi b’s bodak yellow (idk if this counts but it seems like something he would listen to)

and saeyoung just moved so fucking fast and he hopped up and started rapping along and dancing and mc just looks at him and bursts into laughter and throws an arm over her 

v

let’s just say he had eye surgery and everything was fiNE GUYS

and he’s just driving one hand on the steering wheel, the other on her, heeeaaart 

iris by the goo goo dolls is playing and v is humming along to it ever so quietly, a content smile on his face 

and the song ends and y’all are driving when some tupac comes on blasting quietly through the speakers and v doesn’t even flinch he just looks at the mc and he laughs quietly, shaking his head with a smile on his lips and leaves the song on

the windows are open and she just reaches down and grabs his hand that’s on her lap and squeezes it tightly

who knows where they’re going? no one but at least they have some bombass music to listen to !!

requests are open. (finally!)