#like holy shit i started working on this at 7 pm-ish

[slushiebrain]

hey remember how i said the cartoony style was supposed to be faster, literally only yesterday? *insert so yeah that was a fucking lie meme here lmao* ANYWAY here's day 3 of @pale-gamkar-week: flirting! In which Gamzee unwittingly embodies every. single. one. of Karkat's pale fantasies and Karkat is in hell.

[jonawagonvampslayers]

Scene from my WIP JonaWagon Fic :)

Artwork by me

Facts about this art down below

So this literally took hours like I started at 7:40 pm ish and I literally just finished it and it’s 11:00 pm ish, and holy shit my eyes are so strained right now, honestly shoulda worn my glasses but I forgor, also I’ve been working on this the whole time, like just sitting there drawing and stuff, I put way too much effort into this but idc cause it’s from a scene in my WIP fic, it’s a really nice scene I just need to finish actually writing all of it and stuff :p

[delfinodreams]

OKAY i said i would make a post about my thoughts on paper mario a while ago and im finally writing it out

ill put it under a break because its probably gonna be long-ish

update: yea this bitch is LONG

okay so overall i really really enjoyed it!! it was really solid for the first entry in the series and i could definitely see the inspiration that ttyd later took from it. one thing that i didnt know about was partners not having HP, which threw me for a little bit of a loop. partners as a whole in this game don't play as active of a role as i wouldve expected because they have so little lines but using them in battle is still very fun! another small thing but i also hadn't expected mario to be completely silent, but it later grew on me!

i'm also gonna list my experiences and opinions on each chapter so here we go!!

chapter 1 - pretty alright for an introductory chapter! i didnt find anything especially notable, apart from getting 2 partners in one chapter. navigating the koopa bros. fortress was fun, and i loved the battle at the end!! their theme is SUCH a banger i had to sit back and listen to it for a bit when the fight actually started ehe

chapter 2 - not quite a fan of this one imo? i liked the first part through the mountain, but the trek though dry dry desert kinda took it out of me. BUT the addition of my favourite partner made up for it! parakarry my beloved <3 also the cutscene where dry dry ruins rise up??? that shit was SPECTACULAR. i absolutely loved how it turned dark when it first came up, i wish it stayed like that for more than just until you entered the ruins. the boss itself wasn't too exciting for me, probably because there wasnt much of a story?? i dont know how to describe it. actually its like that for quite a few of these bosses, but its the first entry for this series, so i wont fault it too much.

chapter 3 - this might be my FAVOURITE chapter- the suspense buildup throughout the entire chapter was AMAZING holy moly!!! first through the forever forest when you have bootler ask for you, and then wandering the mansion itself. i TOTALLY thought that boos were gonna be actual enemies when i saw them floating around. sneaking around tubba blubba's castle was so so fun to do, and i legitimately panicked when you ran into him in the hall and also when he wakes up and chases you back to the windmill. i didnt actually think the heart itself was the boss, just a miniboss, so i freaked out when i left the windmill and was immediately thrown into a battle with tubba blubba. i cannot express just how much i enjoyed this chapter, seriously!!

chapter 4 - coming back to toad town with the music change threw me for a bit; i wasnt expecting action to pop up so soon! figuring out that you could actually go into the toybox was such a "wait, what??" moment for me, but like, in a positive way. it was really cool to navigate this chapter and the lantern ghost encounter genuinely creeped me out at first because it was COMPLETELY dark. the fight against general guy is also a BANGER i could listen to it all day

chapter 5 - man i LOVE the whale. just a big guy willing to take u across the ocean :^) i really appreciated how you weren't stranded on the island too, like how you were on keelhaul key in ttyd. the ravens are also funky little guys, love them too. again, the lava piranha didnt really have any substance to it BUT it was a nice fight nonetheless! when it popped up again i was shocked but i made it through!! also fuck kolorado he doesnt deserve his wife

chapter 6 - this one's formatting is really neat- one central area with lots of branching paths, which i hadnt seen in my past pm experiences! i loved the quest leading up to the big beanstalk, plus the environment was so pretty!! the little part with the sun tower popped out to me, i'm not sure why though. maybe it was the music, it was so different from the flower fields theme. at first i had actually expected to go up to the clouds earlier, maybe like midway through the chapter. i thought that would be the "dungeon" of this part, so i was a little bit let down when i realized that the fields were the majority. however, the bit of the clouds we do see is SO good i LOVE the atmosphere!! huff n puff was actually relatively easy, using parakarry and lakilester for their all-around attacks. the guitars were a nice touch for his theme as well!

chapter 7 - oh dude i LOVED this chapter. i didnt know what i was expecting when i first went into the pipe in the sewers, whether it would put me into a village immediately or if i would have to make it through some screens before. needless to say, i was relieved when it popped me out into shiver city. the whole place felt "warm" which was really nice!! i was comparing it to ttyd's chapter 7 and fahr outpost which i didn't really vibe with, so it was a nice change! the whole murder plot was also unexpected but i enjoyed the whole "whodunnit" mystery! omg as im typing this i realize just how many aspects of this chapter i love this is gonna be long,, the entire snowy atmosphere is just so PRETTY and starborn valley felt so solitary to the rest of the land, like its own little bubble. i also had no idea that ninjis were in this game so when i saw one at merlon's i was like HUH?? anyways the way up the mountain to the crystal palace kept me on my toes; i thought that was the dungeon at first! the small bit where you see madam merlar and she tells you the story of the palace really got to me i have no idea why. the music and mysticality of it all was just SO good. dont even get me started on the crystal palace itself HOLY MOLY. the whole reflection bit was SO SO clever and the moment you realize its NOt actually a mirror?? fucking magnificent. this has to be my favourite dungeon in the whole game because it has such a NEAT gimmick!! it also has my favourite mario enemies, duplighosts! FUCK the crystal king though. he stunlocked me with his freezing move because i could not get the hang of blocking it. my partners really carried me for that battle; thank god for quick change

chapter 8 - THIS CHAPTER DELIVERED. the buildup for the entire game leading to this point. OUTSTANDING. i had to sit back and admire star haven because its so pretty- did i mention i love the water graphics in this game?? it has a pixelly look but it works SO WELL. going to the ship to take you to bowser's castle really felt like a "this is it" moment. the entirety of bowser's castle was So Good, it kept me on my toes the entire time!! slowly advancing as the music got more intense REALLY pumped me up. tracks that start off with only a couple instruments and eventually add more as you progress is one way to make me go BONKERS. the one bit where you make your way outside on the bridge and the music dials down and then you re-enter on the other side to it SLAMMING you in the face- that was Great. and then the complete silence as you get outside peach's castle HOLY SHIT. and then you actually enter the palace and the music is SO EERIE and youre like OH SHIT THIS IS REALLY IT. seriously, the buildup for this entire castle is done SO magnificently. i hadn't expected to fight bowser twice, i guess it was the game's way of letting u level up One Last Time before u got to the big bad. that being said, i wasn't too worried on getting a game over since i was fucking stacked on items. but that's besides the point- the fight itself got my heart POUNDING. the effects for the star rod and the star's powers were really nice to see in action, and the little section with peach and twink was so cool! i was expecting a little interlude where you would get your stats maxed out because thats how its like in every pm game, but it was still moving :)) bowser's final battle theme fucking SLAPS. the guitar especially sounds AMAZING. you really see him as a threat here and its so badass. his healing move fucked me over multiple times- i probably ended up having to deal with double his base HP over the course of the fight.

after the fight was over and you got to see peach's castle float down with the soft music in the background, it really hit me that its done, its over. again, the effects in this game are so pretty and theyre utilized SO well for the n64. visiting toad town one last time with all the npcs was a really nice touch- for some reason i really loved being able to interact with vanna t. (chuck quizmo's toad assistant) she's ADORABLE and i will probably end up drawing her sometime :)) the credits were also something that i really enjoyed- i LOVE the ongoing theme of parades at the end. seeing everything and everyone in the game condensed into a short 8 minutes really got me, i cant remember but im pretty sure i was smiling the whole time! and a small sidenote- TOADS WITH GLOWING SPOTS ON THEIR HEAD HELLO?????? I WANNA DRAW THAT SO BAD.

the ending screen with peach and mario looking at the fireworks made me really soft and i teared up a little because i was finally finished. the addition of pop diva's solo in the track was also so touching, it was my favourite sidequest in the game so hearing it again brought up Emotions :')

one thing i wasnt sure of was if there was a post-game mode and my completionist heart was disappointed a little when i found out i couldn't advance from the end screen and was forced to reset. although not many games from this era had post-game content so i cant dock too many points for that.

the paper mario series has a fond place in my heart, and finally being able to play the game that started it all really was a special experience. it really cemented my love for the original formula and i could see many places where ttyd took inspiration from. this game really is fun, and i would highly recommend playing it yourself if you have the means!

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader- “The Work Wife” Part 6

You’ve been working for The Joker for the past 10 years: you speak and act for him and no matter the circumstances, Y/N is always there to take care of everything he needs.  The King of Gotham might not be married, yet he has a perfect partner: his work wife.

Starts HERE

After 1 Month

The Joker circles the warehouse, inspecting the boxes and crates full of ammo and smuggled goods received with last night’s shipment.

“Hmm…” he eyeballs a decorative vase engraved with gold and silver, wondering if the extravagant object should become part of his collection at The Penthouse. His cell start vibrating and J takes it out of pocket, impatient to hear about his wife’s routine checkup:

“ ‘ello,” he kicks two packages out of the way.

“Hi,” you greet your spouse. “Just got out of my appointment; the doctor said all seems fine. He ordered some lab tests to make sure my blood levels are within the normal range; I should get the results in about 3 days.”

“That’s awesome!” he grumbles while bending over to grab some papers scattered on the floor. “I’m glad you’re ok, I should have come also for moral support.”

Y/N smiles at the confession, choosing not to disclose it makes her happy:

“You have to sort out the cargo; the buyer will be there shortly.”

“Yeah, but this could have waited.”

Your smile gets wider as J fumbles around with several items. 

“Tell you what: I’ll finish up some stuff here and I’ll drive to pitch in.”

The King of Gotham wouldn’t normally decline yet he’s actually worried after everything that happened.

“Nope, I want you to rest; you’ve been too active lately and you need to slow down. Why are you giggling?” he smacks his lips, displeased four trunks look like they’ve been tampered with.

“Nothing in particular,” the bubbly Y/N keeps the best for last.

“I’ll see you home; I found something I don’t like,” The Joker grunts as the heavy lid is lifted from one of the containers. “Stay put and relax!” he orders and you nonchalantly drop the bomb:

“Maybe I will,” and after a small pause: “Oh! By the way, I was given green light for sex.”

“ ‘kay, see you in a couple of hours,” J struggles with the box and waits for your long “Byeeeeee” before hanging up. A few seconds into his task and it hits.

“Holy shit!” he exhales and holds his breath, startled. “Jesus!!” he abandons the precious merchandise, running towards the exit. “Froooossst!!!” he gets his henchman’s assistance. “Take over!!”

“Yes sir!” Jonny emerges from one of the SUV’s parked inside, not understanding why his boss is in a hurry. “Anything wrong?”

“No!!! I have a personal emergency!!” The Joker shouts and pushes the heavy metal door to the side, wishing he was already at his destination.

*************

J enters the code on the pin pad and he is granted access into your apartment. He went to The Penthouse first: you weren’t there and he figured you must be on the 29th floor. He storms inside and rushes towards the bedroom when his enthusiasm is abruptly halted by no other than Jonathan Crane coming out of the kitchen.

Scarecrow almost drops the fresh coffee mug you brewed for him; The Clown Prince of Crime was certainly not informed you had company. Doesn’t matter though, he’s not one to be embarrassed by his current situation:

“May I help you Crane?” a high and mighty J sassily blurs out wearing nothing but his birthday suit.

“I doubt it,” Jonathan is quick to respond. “I dropped by to bring you extra ampules of Liquid Dream like you wanted and pain killers refill for Y/N in case she needs more.”

You suddenly pop up from behind Scarecrow, not being able to stop the question:

“Why are you naked?!”

The Joker opens his mouth because he has a cool explanation, yet the guest doesn’t care about it.

“I think I should bail,” he smirks as he passed by J. “I’m taking the cup, I’ll bring it back next time,” he announces and can’t contain a smartass remark: “Nice attire.”

Your husband bitterly growls and as always, you have to be the catalyst for a better outcome:

“Thank you, Jonathan!”

Scarecrow waves without adding extra comments, 100% positive you’ll burst out laughing as soon as he vacates the premises.  

And he’s correct.

“Oh my God,” you snicker since you didn’t expect such a funny coincidence to unfold within today’s schedule. “That was hilarious!” the amused Y/N finds herself in The Joker’s arms moments after Jonathan’s departure. “Where are your clothes?!” you kiss him and he yanks at your waist, purring.

“The jacket and shirt in the car, pants and boxers in the elevator,” he admits while guiding you towards the couch in the living room. “The socks and shoes are somewhere on the hallway.”

“I was wondering when you’ll realize about the news I shared,” you whisper in his ear as he takes off your summer dress, aroused.

The two bodies plunge on the sofa, Y/N enjoying the intimacy as much as he does:

“J… … J…” you cling to him when his left hand slips in your bikini.

“Mmm? Does something hurt?” The Joker pecks the tip of your nose, ready to quit if you say yes.

“No… it’s not that,” the seriousness in your voice makes him pay attention.

Maybe you shouldn’t bring up the past in these circumstances; here it comes anyway:

“If the Las Vegas events repeat themselves… I won’t forgive you again,” you stare in his eyes without blinking. “I won’t return… ”

The Joker is silent and you wonder what’s going on in his mind; it’s not a secret he was miserable after being abandoned in the City of Lights due to his despicable conduct.

“They won’t.”

“Are you sure?” the doubt in your tone forces him to reveal:

“I’m sure because it felt horrible when you weren’t around.”

You caress J’s hair and remind him you won’t compromise for less than his total commitment:

“You’re either mine or you’re not, ok?...”

“I’m yours,” he grumbles and it’s not very difficult since the woman asking is no casual fling but the only one he ever wanted to marry for reals. “I want the special treatment,” the immediate request makes you snort: it’s so like him to articulate crap like this in the middle of a serious discussion. 

“Do you?!”

“Yes!!” The Joker nibbles on your neck and underlines his affliction: “I’ve been so horny I’m not sure how I still function; I behaved though, I swear!” he’s fast to emphasize while pulling on your bra strap. “You know why?” J throws the question out there, aware the statement will please his wife. “I tolerate you… even if you’ve been nagging me for almost 12 years.”

“Careful,” you admonish. “Uttering such words makes you sound like you’re in love.”

“God forbids! You think so?!” the painful grimace on his face prompts more teasing from your part:

“Yeap, no cure for this terrible disease.”

Your bra ends up on the floor and he’s not content with the epilogue.

“I’m screwed then.”

“Noooot yet,” you wink and his purring intensifies when your teeth sink into his shoulder. “We’re getting there.”

************

Same morning, 11:47am

“There you are!” J exclaims discovering you on the terrace. “You disappeared on me Y/N: I thought you said we’ll have lunch,” the hyper spouse recalls. “What’s wrong?” he frowns seeing you wiping your tears and doesn’t stress the lack of an answer when he notices the ultrasound picture. The Joker quietly sits by you on the swing, kissing your scared cheek in the process. “You ok?”

“U-hum,” you nod. “I wish I didn’t have the miscarriage, you know?...” your bottom lip quivers while placing the image in your robe’s pocket. “I really wanted a baby…”

“My poor old girl…” he sighs and doesn’t expect you to agree.

“I am old!” you keep sobbing and he squeezes you closer to him. “It was probably my last chance to have a child and I blew it!”

The King of Gotham sucks at cheering; he attempts nevertheless:

“Mmmm… You’re supposed to say you’re not old and then I reply that you are old for my standards, which should prompt you to fight back and highlight my standards are crap. Am I to carry on these sort of conversations meant for two by myself now?!” he huffs. “People will think I’m crazy!”

You snort at his monologue and it’s the perfect opportunity to make it clear your opinion is unchanged:

“Your standards are crap!”

“There you are,” the delighted Joker reckons. “I got nervous for a moment,” he chuckles and you elbow him, smiling through tears. “What about we eat something and then we can plan our location for the honeymoon we didn’t get to enjoy?”

J’s plan is working: the little surprise proposition is distracting Y/N and she carefully weighs in his sentences.

“Would you like to elope?” he pushes for a decision and you play with your wedding ring, mumbling:

“I don’t wanna go to Vegas.”

“No Vegas!” he’s fast to consent. “Where to then?”

“Well…” you sniffle, “…what about Reno? We could stay at Solaris Casino; Mark Nessi would accommodate us.”

“He would. If we pack and leave, we can make it there by 7:30-ish pm.”

“You want to leave today?! What about your meetings? You actually have one tomorrow.”

“Meh, Frost can postpone them,” The Joker dismisses your concerns. “I vote we bail and have fun, hm?” he lifts your chin up. “Let’s get the hell out of here, yes?” the impatient Clown wiggles next to you.

“OK…” Y/N elects to grant his plea because escaping town couldn’t have a better timing: it will be nice to spend time together and try to get over the disappointment of his past mistake.

**************

Reno, 8:42pm

You and The Joker are strolling towards the gambling area, excited to have made it here an hour ago. The traffic wasn’t bad and you took turns driving, that’s why you had dinner first and then changed clothes in order to enjoy the night properly.

“I liked the lobster,” you pull at his arm since he’s distrait. “How was your stake?” you seek to chat when he suddenly opens the door to one of the storage closets and shoves you inside. You get trapped against the wall as J claims his special request for the evening.

“I want the special treatment,” he growls and you smirk.

“You didn’t do anything to earn it! This morning I made an exception because it’s been weeks since we had sex. Don’t let my lenience trick you!”

“Don’t nag me!” J cuts you off. “This backless red dress of yours is doing things to me so I want the special treatment,” he slides his arms around your waist.

“Surrounded by shampoo bottles and toilet paper?!”

“It’s quite sexy,” The Joker grins and you compromise a tiny bit:

“I’ll only do the first part! That’s it! I want to go and play poker.”

His face comes close to yours and you start kissing every inch of it, ogling the door instead of paying attention to him.

“You’re not doing it right!” your husband complains. “You’re supposed to look at me!”

You switch your concentration and keep staring in his eyes, abandoning the project when you consider it done.  

“Where are you going?” J stops your movement. “Thanks to you I can’t walk now,” he lifts up your short dress and you dodge his touch, opening the door in order to escape.

“Of course you can! Come on, stop sulking,” you drag him out and he follows, bickering at your indifference.

“You’re mean!” The Joker admonishes and you intertwine his fingers with yours, guiding him in the direction of the VIP room.  

“No, I’m not,” you defend your actions. “I’ve been around you for so many years that those blue eyes and long lashes don’t have any powers over me,” Y/N teases. “I’m immune.”

“Bullshit!” he mutters and you steal a kiss, inviting him to enter the poker room.

“Do you want to sit by the bar?” you point and J doesn’t oppose the choice. “I’m getting a cocktail. Grape juice?”

“No,” he pouts and makes himself comfortable while you fetch your drink.

“Hello Mister Joker,” one of the dolled-up girls swiftly pops up at the table. “I didn’t see you in forever!”

“I’ve been busy,” he avoids the subject and barks when she tries to collapse on the chair next to his. “This seat’s taken!”

“Oh,” she straightens her back. “By whom?!” the envious Ella inquires.

Did another girl get to him first?! It’s common knowledge he’s generous with his flings and she can’t believe another will cash in the benefits.

“My wife,” he taps his fingers on the table, annoyed the interrogation continues.

“You got married Mister Joker?!” the woman doesn’t hide her astonishment: it’s not that his nuptials were broadcasted on the news. Plus… he’s a very weird man, totally not husband material.

“A few months ago,” he sneers and she’s not smart enough to take the hint.

“Who did you marry Mister Joker?” she giggles, more and more convinced he’s bluffing: The King of Gotham is probably messing around to make her jealous.

“My best friend and main nagger,” J bitterly mentions. “Isn’t this what people do? Marry their best friends?”

“You almost got me Mister Joker,” she laughs at his strange acknowledgement, reassured he’s messing with her: an individual like him would pronounce such nonsense only to initiate flirting.

“Excuse me!” you bump into her on purpose, aware why she’s there. “I got you grape juice on ice,” you place the glass in front of your spouse and he opens his mouth in amazement.

“I was literally about to order this! How did you know I changed my mind?!”

“Best friends know,” you bend to kiss him and J pouts, annoyed you overheard his childish affirmation.

“You have such a cool tattoo on your back!” Ella exclaims. “Is that Japanese?”

Y/N turns in her chair, confused to notice the lady is still standing behind them.

“Yes.”

“What does it say?”

You take a deep breath, fed up by her unwanted presence.

“It says that if you don’t get lost, I’ll make sure your body is never found again! And if it’s eventually found, it surely won’t be identifiable!!”

You reprise your position at the poker table, patiently waiting for the dealer to finish handing out the cards.

“I’m so hot and bothered,” J brushes his lips on yours. “Your attitude begs for my undivided eagerness to peel you out of this dress,” he lustfully glares at your cleavage.“What do you say we leave and have a party on our own? We can play strip poker in the honeymoon suite.”

“We just got here minutes ago,” you fix a rebel strand of hair then whisper: “Table seven, white shirt guy.”

“Do you ever take vacations?” The Joker grinds his teeth, nonchalantly gazing at your suspicious target.

“I like to mix business with pleasure,” you wink and accidentally spill a little bit of your cocktail on his pants. “Oops, pardon me; I assume you have to come with me if you need help stepping out of your wet garment.”

“As that old Arkham report specifies: I need all the help I can get,” The Clown reveals to an amused Y/N, excited she’s receptive to his innuendos.

**************

You emerge from the walk-in closet in your skimpy purple lace attire and The Joker gasps, enticed at the view.

“Oh my God! Com’ere!” he gestures for your company and you crawl in bed, pushing aside the items scattered on the sheets:

“What’s with the shampoo bottles and toilet paper rolls?!”

“I’m attempting to recreate the seductive atmosphere in the storage room, maybe it can convince you to continue the special treatment.”

“You don’t give up, do you?” you scoff and straddle his lap, conflicted if you should grant his wish.

“I usually don’t… Are you gonna help like you promised and take off my pants?” J gropes you and the knock at the door interrupts your answer.

“Room service!”

“Did you order from the menu?” you ask and your husband purrs:

“More champagne.”

“Maybe our new friend has arrived,” you wink, hopping out of bed.

“Why don’t we find out?” The Joker spanks your butt as you cover your body with the bathrobe.

Y/N grabs the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and hides around the corner while he shouts:

“Come in!”

The waiter pushes in the rolling cart in the middle of the lobby, greeting his grouchy customer:

“Hi Mister Joker, would you like one bottle or two?”

“One!”

You creep beyond him and smash the glass against his skull; the man falls on his knees and you take advantage of his dizziness to switch him face up: it is the guy from table seven!

“Who send you?” you ferociously punch him and he struggles to escape when The King’s gun ends up one inch away from his temple. “Who send you?” Y/N shrieks and she’s so absorbed into her job she can’t discern the mesmerized Joker staring at her. It’s not that he didn’t see you in action before, but it finally clicked:

It sure pays off being married to your work wife!

Also read: MASTERLIST

You can also follow me on Ao3 and Wattpad under the same blog name: Diyunho.

[gyeomork]

Explanation

(im jaebeom x reader)

genre: angst, light smut, fluff, roommate au

warnings: mild cursing, suggestive themes

word count: 3.5k

a/n: so idk if it’s been a long time since i last posted but hey i’m back lol. my last fic got like a lot of love so i was like oh shit wtf thAnk yU. so basically i got kinda in my jaebeom feels because of these pictures i saw and they just kinda hit different so i made a fic lol. anywAy k bye ^3^

“please please please~” jackson begged me. we were currently sitting on the couch in the living room having a conversation about me moving out so his girlfriend could move in. “you guys could just stay in your room and i’ll stay in mine. i’ll try to make my presence as unknown as possible” he looks at me bewildered. “y/n no!” i let out a deep sigh. “alright so let’s say i do move out, where would i go? hm?” “i already have that planned out “ he points at me and smirks “one of my best friends, jaebeom, i told about him right?” i nod. “he’s been living by himself for a while and having kind of a hard time paying for the place so i was hoping you could move in with him” i think about it for a few seconds. “is it cheaper?” he nods assuringly. “ok” i say and he jumps up in excitement. “but you have to do most of the heavy lifting” “ok!”

jackson sets down the last box in my new room. i lay down on the mattress already getting tired from the thought of packing out. “there you go. jaebeom should get home from work at 7 so you have some time to be loud with your music and bad singing”. “hey!” i attempt to kick him but he pushes my foot away. “that’s one thing i wont miss” he continues and i pout. “but overall i’m gonna miss you” he pats me on the head and i smile. “me too”. “listen, i gotta get going but have fun packing out ok! bye~” before i could say bye in return he slams my door shut. he’s not gonna miss me. i put on my music and start opening up the first box.

i finally finish packing out and take a shower to cool my body down. i put on some shorts and a tank top. i check the time and it was 6:43 pm; jaebeom should be getting home soon. I think to make a ‘thank you for letting me live here’ dinner-gift. i walk out my room and was surprised when the front door opened and two shadows walked in. god my first day here and we’re already getting robbed. the tall, wide shouldered shadow turns on the light and reveals a recognizable face from the some of the pictures jackson posted on instagram. he sees me and freezes in shock. the smaller shadow reveals a very pretty woman’s face that automatically turns defensive. “who is she and what is she doing here?” she inquires. i intervene hoping to clear the air “i’m y/n, jaebeom’s new roommate.” i hold out my hand for her to shake. she looks at me and scoffs, then to jaebeom “i can’t believe you” she walks out the door slamming it behind her. jaebeom goes after her and i’m left standing there awkwardly. i go back to my room to avoid more awkwardness when they come back. i can always make that thank you dinner another time. a few minutes later i hear a soft knock on my door. “y/n? it’s jaebeom” i get up and open the door. “i’m sorry i didn’t know-” “no, no it’s fine it’s my fault actually i forgot you were coming today and i forgot to tell her. i’m sorry she was so rude to you, she can be.. defensive at times” he looks kind of stressed. “it’s ok, i won’t take it personally”. “i’m jaebeom” he holds his hand out “we didn’t get to properly introduce ourselves earlier” i shake his hand “y/n” we both give small smiles. we hold hands and eye contact for a little too long. he scans my body and i become self conscious remembering that i don’t have a bra on. i let go and cross my arms over my chest. “i’ve had a long day, so i’ll be going to bed now. good night.” i closed the door as quick as i could without being rude. i scold myself for not wearing the proper clothes. i was so used to living and being so comfortable with jackson that i completely forgot that this is not how you dress around a stranger. especially a man. an attractive man. with a girlfriend. i brush my teeth and go to bed to avoid overthinking.

i wake up early the next morning to make a thank you breakfast instead in hopes of getting on jaebeom’s girlfriend’s good side. jaebeom walks into the kitchen while i’m in the middle of cracking an egg. “good morning” he says in a husky voice. “good morning” i reply back. “you didn’t have to make breakfast, i’m the one that usually makes it” “oh no i wanted to make a thank you dinner last night but..” “my girlfriend” he finishes my sentence for me. “where is she by the way? i want to apologize” he frowns and sighs deeply “she got mad yesterday and left. and i told you it’s not your fault, you don’t have to apologize” he puts his hand on my shoulder and stares dead into my eyes. all of a sudden, i get hot. like extremely. like so hot i begin sweating. like so hot that i hear beeping… beeping? i turn around and realize that the pancakes i had on the stove caught on fire. i immediately start panicking and trying to blow it out and it only gets bigger. jaebeom comes with a fire extinguisher and pulls me away from the fire by the waist. he puts out the fire swiftly and sinks to the floor. i sit across from him and try to regulate my breathing. he squeezes the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.  god my second day here and i almost burn the house down. what tomorrow? i blow up the whole neighborhood? i get ready for the ‘you almost made my girlfriend break up with me and burn my house down get the fuck out’. but instead he just starts laughing and i do too. “what the hell were you cooking that it caught on fire like that?” “pancakes” he widens his eyes at me. “oh i am definitely cooking from now on” “no i promise i can cook just let me show you” i get up and reach for the pan. he gets up too and stops my hand from even getting remotely close to the pan. “i think we should settle for some cereal” “ok” i sigh. he pours us both a bowl and says “i don’t work today so if you’d like to do something and get to know each other, i’m free all day”. “yeah sure what did you have in mind?” “i was thinking about noraebang (karaoke). i think it’ll be really good to destress after..” he looks to the stove. “stop!~” he bursts out laughing. “so is that a yes or no?” “yes, i’ll go” “what time do you want to go?” i look at the time that reads 9:28 am “maybe around 2-ish”. “ok, 2-ish it is” he gives me a cute smile.

we enter the small room of stress relief and put our stuff down. “you want to go first?” jaebeom asks. “why should i go first?” “you must have the more stress than me, after all you did almost burn our house down” my heart kind of fluttered at ‘our house’ but it was overpowered by the annoyance i felt. i suck my teeth and grab the microphone and remote. i choose a song to terribly sing to and begin. i get a 64 as a score and when i turn around jaebeom is staring at me in disbelief. “yeah, yeah i’m bad at signing ok next your turn” “i wouldn’t say ‘bad’ i’d just say a little.. flat that’s all” “yeah ok here” i roll my eyes at him and shove the microphone in his chest; he snickers. he chooses a ballad and starts singing. and holy shit he can sing. this man sing sing like damn. when he’s done he gets a score of 98. “so this is why to took me here huh. to show off” i accuse him. “no, not at all” he waves me off and laughs. “here it’s your turn” he holds out the mic to me. “no let's do one together” i grab the other mic. we choose a trot and have fun just jumping around and being fools. there was a time when i was laughing my ass off and jaebeom was standing there staring at me, smiling. i guess he was amused by my ugly laugh but either way it made me blush. after dozens of songs later, jaebeom was doing his last one. he chose a slow love song and the way he was singing it could make anyone fall in love with him. he sung with his eyes closed; he knew it like the back of his hand. he turned to face me and opened his eyes to bore holes into mine. the normal me would avert to look at anything other than his eyes but there was something different about this time. i felt like if i did, my heart would stop or my lungs would burst or something would happen where i couldn’t live anymore. i felt like everything i needed to live was in the eye contact we were currently holding. he continues to sing to me with loving eyes and cups my cheek with his soft hands. my face would be hot if it weren’t for his rings cooling me down. the song ends and he drops the hand holding the mic to his lips to his side. he tilts his head to the side and leans in. his lips meet mine and i freeze. his kiss was soft and delicate like he didn’t want to hurt me, like he was scared i would reject him. i close my eyes and kiss him back. that fear was soon replaced by lust and desire. he bends down to put the mic on the table without breaking the kiss. the now unoccupied hand finds its way to my hip, pulling me closer. my hands move to the back of his neck and get lost in his hair. they move to his chest as i snap out of it and push him away. “you have a girlfriend” i say in disgust. “how could you even think about doing this to her?” i furrow my eyebrows “to me?” i reach for the door handle and jaebeom grabs my wrist. “y/n” i shake him off aggressively and walk out of the noraebang and all the way home.

when i get home jaebeom is waiting for me in the couch with his head in his hands. i try to walk past him quickly to my room but as soon as he sees me and jumps up almost immediately to block my way. “y/n please let me explain” “what is there to explain?” i maneuver my way around him. “a lot” he follows me on my way to my room. “no i think i understood the situation very clearly” i try to slam my door but he stops it with his hand. “no you didn’t and you still don’t” “ahh really? what part about you kissing me while having a girlfriend could i not possibly understand?” i succeed in slamming the door this time and lock the door. “all of it!” he yells through the door. i take a deep breath and rub my temples. i take a hot shower to calm my nerves and stay in my room for the rest of the day until it was time to go to bed.

the next day i pack a bag early in the morning and go to jackson’s place. i just couldn’t stay in that house, i needed a break. i think i’ve been more stressed in the last two day than i’ve ever been in my life. i ring on the doorbell and thankfully jackson answers the door. “y/n what the hell are you doing here so early?” “so i don’t have to see jaebeom” “what? why? don’t tell me you guys fought already” “i tell you everything” i walk inside and to the living room.

i finish my story without getting my blood completely boiling. “well, i think you should let him explain” jackson says as if it were that simple. “no! why should i?” “you know how hard it can be to control feelings especially if they’re strong and i know jaebeom, i know he wouldn’t be so irrational”. i know i should trust what jackson says because despite his stupidity at times, he actually gives good advice but i can’t help but get upset thinking about what jaebeom did. i just wish he would have vocalized himself first before making such an impulsive decision. “plus i know things that you don’t” he says persuasively. “ok but give me a few days to cool down” “as much time as you need as long as you listen to him” he pats me on the shoulder. “great so can i stay here?” it wouldn’t be too bad because jackson’s girlfriend knows me and would be understanding. “you- wah~ unbelievable! yes but only for two days ok” “i thought you said i could take as much time as i needed” “you can but not in my house” he gets up to go to his room. “some friend huh” “the best” he shouts down the hallway.

it’s been about four days and i get a text message from a random number.

“y/n hey it’s jaebeom when you see this please respond. i am so sorry for what i have done but if you could just let me talk to you everything will be better, i promise”

i could not believe this man had the audacity to text me. did it look like i wanted to talk to you?

i respond anyway.

“promises are made to be broken”

i turn off my phone in anger. how did he even get my number in the first place? i close my eyes and take a deep breath “jackson!” i yell. he peeps into the room like a kid who got caught stealing a piece of candy. “did you give my number to jaebeom?” “yes but-” “no buts, you’re supposed to be my friend and help me why would you do that?” i say starting to get fed up. “because! you need to get out my house y/n! it’s almost been a week. how am i supposed to get some quality alone time with my girl if you’re here moping around?” i stay silent. now i see why he needed me to move out. he sighs “listen, jaebeom is at work right now so we could go over there-” i cut him off “no. nope, not possible” “y/n listen to me please” he says in a serious tone.  “fine” “ok so we can go and when he comes home i can help let both sides of the story be told and let you guys come to an understanding and everything can be sunshine, happy, and rainbows again” i laugh at the last part. “so do we have a deal?” i sigh deeply in defeat “deal”.

when we get to my shared home, i go to my room to put my bag away and jackson follows with a chair. “why are you bringing that?” “we need to all be facing each other you know. i read somewhere that it helps the brain process information in a more understanding way” i don’t think he did but i’d rather not question jackson at his weird times. i open my room door and walk in to see jaebeom sitting on my bed. i turn back to leave and the door is closed. i try the handle and it doesn’t budge. jackson yells from the other side of the door “you’re not coming out until you guys are all made up” i roll my eyes so far back they nearly get stuck. “y/n” a soft voice comes from behind me. “yes” i answer back with poison in my tone. “please” his voice plead and i found it hard to say no. i turn back and sit next to him on the bed, making sure to keep my distance. “go ahead” “thank you. firstly, i want to say i’m sorry for not speaking my mind before i made such a choice and not trusting you enough to tell you the situation and making you feel used. so that woman that you saw me with that first night was once my girlfriend that i actually considered to be my girlfriend but that was ages ago in college. i got this place when i was in a good enough position to and everything was good for a while but then bills got overwhelming and i needed some help and she was there for me. but then she got extremely controlling and i wanted to break up with her for the longest time but every time i’d try to she’d threaten me by saying that i’d lose this place and that my parents wouldn’t take me back because they told me not to do this and i just felt so trapped” i rub his shoulder in an attempt to console him. “so when jackson said that you could move in i was so relieved like the weight of the world was lifted off of me. that night when she stormed out and i followed her, i broke things off and that had to have been the best night of my life. i didn’t want to tell you we broke up at first because i knew that no matter how many times i’d say it’s not your fault, you’d still blame yourself. and i was embarrassed to tell the truth, i was afraid you’d think i was pathetic. but i feel even more pathetic now that you’re mad at me and you have a right to because it’s all my fault”. i started to feel guilty “jaebeom no it’s not, i should’ve let you explain yourself. i was a insensitive bitch and i should’ve listened to you instead of leaving without notice” “no don’t say that” he cups my cheek just like he did in the noraebang minus the rings so this time, my face was heating up completely. “why shouldn’t i?” i ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “because i hate seeing you beat yourself up and every time you do i want to kiss you until the sun comes up” his face was so close that his breath was brushing lightly on my face. “so why don’t you?” “can i?” “god jaebeom yes”. he crashes his lips into mine with longing and fervour; i return the same emotions. i feel his hands all over me and he lays me down without breaking the kiss. “let me make everything up to you” he kisses a trail down my jaw to my chest. he hastily pulls my shorts down and spreads apart my legs. he kisses the insides of my thighs lovingly and pulls down my underwear.

he collapses next to me and we both catch our breaths. he pulls me on top of him and holds me in his arms. he caresses my cheek “you’re so beautiful” he kisses me on my forehead and i smile. we stay there for a while, enjoying each other’s presences until my stomach rumbles and i curse at myself. “hungry?” he chuckles. i cover my face with my hands and smile shyly. he pulls my hands away from my face and kisses them. “come on, i’ll make you something and i won’t let it catch on fire” i frown at him and he laughs. he puts on his boxer briefs and leaves the room. i soon follow him to his room to steal some clothes from him. i search through his drawer and grab a black long sleeve to put on. jaebeom comes behind me and grabs me by the waist to move me out of the way so he can search through the drawer as well. “is jackson still here?” “no he left a long time ago” i hum in understanding. “wait, how do you know? and come to think of it how did you get out the room?” he freezes in front of me like a deer caught in headlights and runs out the room. i catch up to and jump on his back. he falls to the ground “tell me!” i start pinching him. “ok ok i asked him to plan it” “you ask him to plan for us to have sex?!” “no! i asked him to bring you here so i can apologize and leave after 30 minutes so then i could confess but i guess things took another route”. “ugh i hate you guys” i ease off of him but he turns on his back and pulls me back down on him. “you couldn’t possibly hate me babe”

[trashcanmarvelfan]

Best. Job. Ever. (Tom Holland x Reader) 1/?

Summary: Reader gets a job on the set of Spider-Man: Far from Home for the 3 weeks they are shooting in New York City as what she thinks is a production assistant, but a twist of fate has her reassigned as Tom Holland's personal assistant. As she & Tom grow close during filming, will their budding friendship turn to more or will they go their separate ways after filming concludes?

Warnings: Language, but that’s pretty much it? This is basically a PG-13 rom-com.

Word Count: 2109

Author’s Note: As this was written WAY before Spider-Man: Far from Home was released (actually before Avengers: Endgame was as well) I've kept plot details and which scene was being shot on what day extremely vague. Also, I'm American but tried to write Tom as British as possible, although I do think he'd try to stay(ish) in character and use as much American slang as he could while he's still playing Peter.

Requests are always open! 

Cross-posted at AO3.

“I really need your help here,” Y/N's best friend Laura said over the phone. “Please, Y/N.”

Laura had wanted to direct films, so she immediately moved to L.A. upon Y/N’s & her college graduation that past spring to work in the film industry. So far she had worked as a production assistant on a few feature films and was currently scheduled to work as part the Spider-Man: Far from Home crew, but she had been offered a position as a 3rd assistant AD on another film after the director saw one of her student films, which unfortunately required her to drop out of the Spider-Man crew. Before leaving Laura had promised that she would find a reliable, trustworthy replacement.

“I don’t know,” Y/N replied.

“I promised Anna I’d find a replacement PA since I had to back out. You don’t start your new job for like a month, right?”

“Right…”

“It’s only for the final 3 weeks of shooting, while they’re in New York. They’ll put you up in a hotel, you’ll get to meet the cast, and you’ll get to see the city! Think of it as a paid vacation… that makes you work for it. You might actually get to meet Tom Holland himself!”

Y/N sighed wistfully.  She had had a crush on Tom Holland ever since she had seen him in Captain America: Civil War, and had loved him in both Spider-Man: Homecoming and Avengers: Infinity War. Laura wouldn't have recommended her if she didn't believe that Y/N could do it, right? “You’re so lucky I love you… and that I really need the money.”

Laura squealed. “So you’ll do it?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Great! I’ll let them know and send you the details.”

One week later, Y/N stepped off of the plane in NYC. She grabbed her bags from luggage claim, caught a cab, and headed to her hotel to check in and drop her luggage off before catching an Uber to the crew meeting.

She nervously tapped her foot the entire way to the filming location. Once she had arrived, she made her way through security and to the set.

She spotted a woman holding a clipboard, who was directing various people where to go, so she walked over to her. “Excuse me, I need to check in. I'm the new production assistant, taking over for Laura Pearson.”

The woman peered over her glasses at Y/N. “Name?”

“Y/F/N.”

The woman glanced at her clipboard. “Y/N, Y/N”, she muttered, running her finger down the page. “Ah. Yes, we’ve been expecting you. You’ve actually been reassigned from production assistant to personal assistant to Tom Holland.”

“Wait, excuse me-- What?”  Y/N thought that there was no way that she had heard right. “Did you just say that I’m Tom Holland’s personal assistant?”

The woman nodded. “Yes, well, Tom’s in need of an assistant for this leg of the shooting and you seemed like the perfect choice.”

Y/N was still convinced that there had been a mistake. “But I’ve never even worked on a movie set before. When I was told I’d be a P.A. I assumed that meant I’d be a production assistant to the director or something.”

The woman arched an eyebrow. “Is there a problem? You came very highly recommended, and your background and references were excellent.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, no problem. Just surprised, is all.”

Suddenly things started to make sense.  She had thought that the NDA Sony had made her sign had some extra clauses to it regarding speaking to the media about the cast, and the hotel she was staying at was more fancy than she had been expecting. Tom must be staying there.

The woman handed her a manila envelope. “Here’s Tom’s schedule for this week. On Saturday I’ll give you his schedule for next week, and next week I’ll give you the final week’s schedule.  You’ll be meeting with him at the hotel restaurant at 5 pm today to go over it and to make sure that nothing conflicts or has changed in his availability. We start shooting tomorrow. Any questions?”

Y/N took a deep breath and shook her head. What is my life?

She went back to her hotel and reviewed Tom’s schedule, noting with relief that she would have Sunday off, which would at least give her one day this week to go sightseeing. Better than nothing, I guess. She had hoped to be able to do some exploring before filming started the next day but instead opted to take a nap before her meeting with Tom.  Jet-lag must’ve hit her harder than she thought, because Y/N slept for longer than she thought she would’ve. Luckily she had set an alarm, which gave her enough time to shower, throw some fresh clothes on, and get downstairs to the restaurant about 10 minutes early.

She gave her name to the hostess and was led to a small table in the back of the mostly-empty restaurant. A few seconds later their server came by. “Hi, my name is Michael and I’ll be taking care of you. Is someone joining you tonight?”

“Ahh, yes, actually. He should be here any minute,” Y/N replied.

“Ok, great. Can I get you anything while you wait?”

Y/N bit her lip. She was working, so… “An iced tea and a water would be great to start with.”

“Ok, I’ll get you that tea and water and be back momentarily.”

“Thanks so much.”

As Michael walked away Y/N checked her phone and noticed that she had a message from Laura. How was the crew meeting?

I have so much to tell you, Y/N responded. But it’ll have to wait.

She put her phone away.  Michael came back with her water and she thanked him before pulling out Tom’s schedule.  She was reading over it again when she heard a crisp British accent. “Excuse me, Y/N?”

She looked up and her heart skipped a beat. Holy shit. Tom Holland himself stood in front of her. “Um…” she stammered. “Yeah. I mean yes.”

“Hi, I’m Tom,” he said, taking a seat across from her and sticking his hand out.

Y/N shook his hand. “Y/N… but you already knew that.”

Tom grinned. “Nice to meet you.”  He leaned back in his chair as Michael returned once more.

“Hello there! I’m Michael. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Um, yeah, I’ll take a water.”

“Ok then, I’ll give you a few minutes to look over the menu and then I’ll be back.”

Tom picked up the menu. “I’m famished. Y/N, would you like something to eat?”

At the mention of food Y/N’s stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten yet that day. Her eyes widened in embarrassment.

Tom laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He picked up his menu.

“So,” he said once Michael had returned with his water and they had placed their orders, “tell me about yourself. I figure if we’re going to be working with each other for the next few weeks we ought to get to know each other, am I right?”

“Um, right,” Y/N agreed. “Well, I’m originally from (hometown) but I recently graduated from the University of Chicago with a degree in English with a focus on journalism.”

Tom looked impressed. “How on earth did you wind up as an assistant on a movie set then?”

“My friend and former college roommate Laura was originally scheduled to be a production assistant on this shoot but had to back out, so she asked me to fill in. I was recently offered a position with a publishing company in Los Angeles, but I could really use the money while I’m waiting on my background check & paperwork to go through, so I agreed to help her out, plus this is my first time in New York so I thought it’d kind of... be like a vacation? I really wasn’t expecting to be your assistant for the next 3 weeks… Not that it’s a problem!” she quickly corrected herself. “I just… It’s just not what I expected to be doing.”

Tom was obviously amused. “Well, it’s not the most glamorous job in the world since you basically have to follow me around everywhere, but I promise to make it easy on you.” He winked then pulled out his phone. “Since we're going to need to stay in touch over the next few weeks how about you give me your mobile number and email address? Anna didn't give me your personal information, just your name.”

Y/N flushed slightly. “ Oh um, sure. And thanks.” She rattled off her phone number and waited while Tom added her contact information, then  picked up Tom’s schedule. “So since shooting starts tomorrow, shall we go over your schedule?”

They hashed out the details of the next week in between bites, Y/N making notes in her phone and setting alarms so she wouldn’t forget anything.

Once they were finished, Tom insisted on taking care of the check. “It’s on me. It’s the least I can do to thank you in advance for keeping me on schedule.”

“Oh, well, thank you so much,” Y/N said.

They left the restaurant and headed toward the elevator together. “Which floor?” Tom asked.

“10,” Y/N replied.

“Oh, is that so? I’m actually on the 10th too.”

“Cool,” Y/N replied. “Oh that reminds me, since I have to come pick you up from your room… which one is it?”

“Right, I guess that would be important, wouldn’t it?” Tom chuckled. “I’m in 1043.”

“Ok, so, a car is supposed to pick us up at 7:30 tomorrow morning to make sure you’re at the set for 8,” Y/N confirmed, so I’ll be around about… 7:15ish?”

“7:15 it is,” Tom nodded.

“Umm… do you want me to pick you up some coffee in the morning? Oh wait, you’re British, you probably don’t drink coffee. Tea then?”

Tom laughed. “Actually I DO drink coffee, and that would be lovely, thank you.”

“Great! There’s a Starbucks in the lobby of the hotel, is that ok?”

“Yes, that’s perfect.”

The elevator doors opened on their floor and they stepped out into the hallway.

“Ok, well, I’m this way,” Y/N said, pointing in the opposite direction of Tom’s room.  “I’ll… see you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow. Good night, Y/N.”

“‘Night, Tom.”

As soon as Y/N got in her room she pulled out her phone and Facetimed Laura.

“Hey, Y/N,” Laura answered. “What’s up?”

“So when were you going to tell me that I was going to be Tom Freaking Holland’s personal assistant on this shoot?” Y/N hissed.

Laura’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “What? You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. I walked on set fully expecting to be a production assistant helping everyone out, not personal assistant to the star of the freaking film! What the hell did you tell these people about me?”

“Just that you were super reliable and trustworthy and a little about your background. You’re the one who sold them on you with your phone interview and resume. This is a good thing,” Laura reassured her. “I’m sure it’ll be a lot more fun keeping Tom on schedule than running around set as a glorified gopher who hands out scripts and fetches coffee for everyone.”

“Well that's true, plus the pay is actually double what I would’ve originally made, and they put me up in a swanky hotel,” Y/N replied.

“Well see, it’s definitely working out!” Laura paused. “Have you met Tom yet?”

Y/N sighed. “Actually, yeah. We just had a dinner meeting.”

“Is he as cute as he is on screen?”

“Oh my gosh, Laura, he’s even more adorable in person, and he seems really nice. And that accent-- So dreamy.”

Laura squealed. “Take lots of pictures and send them to me!”

Y/N laughed. “I have to be professional, but maybe I’ll be able to get a selfie with Tom before filming is over.”

A bell rang in the background and Laura looked over her shoulder. “I’ve got to go, but have fun and keep me posted!”

“Will do! Bye!” Y/N ended the call.

She brushed her teeth and got ready for bed. 8 PM in New York City and I’m already in bed, she thought sardonically. What a wild life I lead.

She snuggled in bed with her tablet and rewatched Spider-Man: Homecoming before falling into a dreamless sleep.

[t0ngue-tech]

All Yours | Four

“The blush you attempted to fight away intensified at the touch of his fingers. Your eyes lingered from his own down to the area that had been driving you crazy.

His lips.”

↠angst man here we go ish, universityAU↞

word count: 6k LAWDY

↠series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7 | ↞

a/n: holy crap all yours four is finally here yall. i hope you guise enjoy this chapter ^-^

“No, I’m at the coffee shop because Jin, Jungkook, and I are studying together—hello? Dammit.” Yoongi dropped his phone onto the table and his forehead followed in suit. His friends sat still in the awkward silence in between them, not knowing what to say.

It was true. Jin had promised to tutor both Yoongi and Jungkook on history after his shift at the coffee shop. There was no doubt Seolhyun was going to automatically assume that Yoongi was going to see you instead.

He turned his head against the table and sighed. For the past week, Yoongi had been feeling weird and it was taking a toll on his productivity. Instead of mixing his music, all he wanted to do was sleep with his head in your lap and have your fingers gently lace into his hair. He hated himself for feeling this way because even if his relationship wasn’t stable at the moment, he was still in a relationship.

Slowly, Yoongi lifted his head and rested his chin in the curve of his palm. There was no way he could get any work done with those thoughts swarming inside of his head.

“Yoongi?” Jungkook spoke softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He hesitated at first, but he needed to voice out whatever he was feeling or else it was going to eat him alive. “Seolhyun uh… Seolhyun doesn’t believe I’m out studying with you guys.”

“Hm, let me guess, she still thinks you’re at y/n’s dorm fucking or something?” Jungkook added.

Jin choked on his drink, baffled at the information that left Jungkook’s mouth. “Wha- Am I missing something here?”

“Well you see,” Yoongi began to fill Jin in with whatever happened over the past week in a half: magically reaching good terms with Seolhyun for a while, fighting over something that involved you, and drinking away his frustration then sleeping over at your dorm. Yoongi smothered his face into his hands and let out a deep sigh. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“You’re not doing shit dude. She’s the one who’s worked up over your friendship with y/n.” Jungkook sighed. “Have you thought about not talking to her for a while? I’m pretty sure y/n would understand.”

Yoongi hesitated to answer because just as he remembered everything in bits in pieces the first time, he recalled you distancing yourself away from him. He remembered the loneliness and how he questioned himself what did he do to make you stop talking to him. There was no way he could go through not talking to you a second time. He wasn’t going to allow it.

“I’ll take your silence as there’s-no-way-I’ll-stop-talking-to-y/n.” Jin blurted out.

Yoongi sunk down in his seat and stared up at the off white ceiling. He had to say something because if he continued to keep his feelings inside of him who knows what he’ll do.

“Lately…” he began slowly. “Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m suffocating.”

“Because of Seolhyun?”

“N-No.. because of..” Yoongi didn’t want to complete his sentence because he knew once he spoke it out into the atmosphere, everything inside of him would unravel and become real.

“Y/n.” Jin shamelessly finished for him.

“Whoa dude…” Jungkook’s eyes widened. He eyed Yoongi who was still refusing to look at the both of them. “Can’t blame you though. Y/n is a great girl. Sometimes I question why I didn’t fall for her too.”

In the blink of an eye, Yoongi sat up to glare at his roommate. Fall for you? He would have never allowed it to happen.

“I disapprove—hold on, Kook. Let me explain!” Jin shushed Jungkook who looked like he was ready to retaliate at his sudden answer. “You’re in a relationship, dude. I know things have been shitty lately, but even having the slightest feelings for anyone else isn’t right.”

Yoongi averted his eyes away from Jin because fuck he was right. It wasn’t fair for Seolhyun no matter how bad things were going. Also, he knew that you had morals. If you were to find out about any of this, you were probably never going to speak to him for the sake of his relationship. Seolhyun was his girlfriend and you were one his most cherished friends, he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize both relationships.

“I’m not saying I disapprove of you and y/n because honestly, you two are very compatible.” Jin added. “I just think you and Seolhyun need a nice, long, calm talk. You two really need to sort some stuff out.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Yoongi breathed out. “I should talk to her.” He gripped his phone in his hand. Maybe settling things with Seolhyun would help him come to his own senses. Maybe what he was feeling for you was only temporary because he was lonely.

“What about me, Jin? Would you approve of me and y/n?” Jungkook asked out of nothing but pure curiosity.

Before Jin could even give him a playful answer, Yoongi interjected with a slight sense of seriousness dripping from his lips. “Don’t even think about it, Jungkook.”

The latter awkwardly laughed it off, avoiding eye contact. He quickly turned to Jin who seemed to be enjoying the situation a little too much. “S-So Jin, in 1902—“

Yoongi raked a hand through his blond locks and sent a quick text to Seolhyun. He was tired of arguing with her, but wanted to try to work things out because the idea of breaking up pained him. He subconsciously opened up the conversation he previously had with you. The last text messages that were shared were talking about studying for midterms and how you wanted to jab your pen through your brain. He tapped on the keyboard and grinned at how quickly the word delivered changed to Read 6:41 pm.

Or maybe it wasn’t because of loneliness.

↠↞

[6:41] Yoongz: Study hard. You got this.

You smiled at the trail of smiling emojis that were attached to Yoongi’s text message. After studying for hours, something as small as a text from him was enough to bring your mood up even just a bit.

[6:42] You: you too! tell jungkook i said hello!

A pained sigh tumbled past your lips as you spun around in your desk chair. You peeked over at Hani who looked like she had given up on studying half an hour ago. The feeling was mutual; a break was very much needed.

“I’m going to sit on your back.” You walked over to your bed expecting Hani to protest and move away, but she patted her lower back for you to sit on.

“Be my guest. My back has been killing me these days.” She grunted at the sudden pressure when you sat comfortably on top of her. “Hunching over lab tables to look through microscopes almost every day is torture.” Being the kind friend that you were, you offered to massage her shoulders to relieve all sorts of tensions in her muscles.

“Is this why Yoongi likes having your hands in his hair, y/n? Because your hands are something else.” Thank goodness Hani wasn’t looking at you because you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks at the mention of Yoongi’s name. “Speaking of Yoongz, have you seen him lately? Cause pre-midterms has been a huge cockblocker for Jin and I.”

You chuckled at the tone of Hani’s voice because you practically see her pouting about not being able to spend time with her man. “I haven’t seen him in a while either. I think the last time I saw him was…” Of course it was the morning after Yoongi drank his night away and slept over at your dorm. You wanted to forget everything that happened because 1) Yoongi and Seolhyun had another argument that revolved around you 2) he wished that Seolhyun was more like you and 3) if your self control was completely tossed out of a window, you would’ve kissed him. Another blush bloomed across your face and you instinctively cupped your cheeks with your hands.

“I’m going to assume it was when he was drunk?” Hani twisted her body causing you to topple over onto the empty space next to her. “Honestly, I applaud you for not losing your shit and kissing him.” She pulled your hands away from your beet red cheeks.

“I’m shocked myself.” You sat up beside her and tangled your fingers in your hair. “Hani, I like Yoongi so much it’s seriously become unbearable.”

All Hani could do was sadly smile at you and stroke your hair. She constantly reminded you to not insert yourself into their relationship and of course you listened. No matter how much you liked Yoongi and how much it killed you to see him hurt because of Seolhyun, you would never forgive yourself if you caused them to split. But you weren’t sure how much more you could take standing on the sideline.

“Hey.” She flicked your forehead. “Just don’t do anything you’ll regret, okay?”

You were more than grateful for Hani. She had been there for you since the very beginning and you didn’t have her by your side, you weren’t sure what you would do.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ditch you because Jin is done studying and I haven’t seen his fine self in a long time.” You didn’t hesitate to let her go, plus you felt like you were going to die if you studied any longer.

Hani cleaned up her belongings in the speed of light, obviously thrilled to finally see Jin. You walked her over to your door and she engulfed you in a tight embrace.

“Goodbye, my troubled friend. Don’t die from studying okay? You promised to be my maid of honor someday.” Hani chuckled and detached herself from you.

“I’ll probably stop studying tonight to prolong my life span.” You both shared a fit of laughter. You pulled your door open and you were both suddenly greeted by tired looking boy with tousled blond hair.

“Uh, hi?” Yoongi flashed a crooked smile and held up a small paper bag and a cup of iced coffee.

“Hi Yoongi—bye, Yoongi! Sorry, Jin is waiting.” Hani quickly patted Yoongi’s shoulder and slipped past him.

“Be careful! It started to drizzle on my way here.” He was able to call out before Hani disappeared around a corner. “Anyway—hi. These are for you.”

You stepped out of the way and welcomed Yoongi back into your dorm. After not seeing him since that one morning, it felt a bit weird but you felt relieved seeing him stand before you.

Your eyes followed him as he settled himself on your couch, stripping himself of his slightly damp jacket. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and ripped black jeans; you had to admit, Yoongi looked really good in a simple outfit like that.

“Are you going to say hi or are you just going to keep staring at me?” Yoongi’s voice snapped you out of your trance. He was smiling at you and you desperately wanted to gauge your eyes out. How long were you staring at him before he decided to say something?

“What brings you here?” You toddled over to the opposite end of your couch.

“I texted you.” He said plainly.

You reached into the pocket of your sweats to find two texts from Yoongi.

[6:45] Yoongz: Would you be mad if I didn’t tell him?

[7:02] Yoongz: We’re done studying. I’m going to come over.

“Ohh.” You breathed. “Well, no I wouldn’t be mad and okay, just let me know when you’re here and I’ll open the door for you.”

Yoongi laughed at your witty reply and gestured you to sit closer to him. Your body automatically reacted and you sat yourself with a few inches of space in between the two of you. He handed you the paper bag and the smell of the coffee shop’s chocolate chip brownies was practically embedded into your dna.

It was only a small snack and a cup of coffee, but you hated how you were a sucker for small things like those. Things like these only made you fall for him even more.

“How was your studying?” You asked to break the silence.

“It was okay. Tired though.” At the end of his sentence, Yoongi readjusted himself and leaned back to have the back of his head make contact with your thighs. Having his head in your lap should be second nature for you and yet, you still nervous every time it happened.

You settled the brownie beside you to run your fingers through his hair. You almost missed it, but you noticed the corners of his lip twitch upward. It was moments like these that made your heart yearn for him even more. You had already set boundaries for yourself and Hani also reminded you what lines to not cross. Despite those barriers, you couldn’t help but fall deeper for him and it was scary because you weren’t sure how much more self control you had left inside of you.

“Seolhyun assumed that ‘studying’ was a ruse just to see you.” Yoongi suddenly blurted out and your movements were put to a halt.

“O-Oh, really? What did you tell her?”

Yoongi let out an irritated sigh and sat up from your lap. “I continuously explained to her where I was and who I was with, but I don’t think she was even listening.”

“I-I see.” You looked down at your hands and felt this enormous sense of guilt weighing on your shoulders. They were constantly fighting because of your relationship with you. Sometimes you wondered what it would have been like if you continued to avoid and distance yourself away from Yoongi. It would be lonely and heart breaking, but if Yoongi was going to be happy with the girl he loves then you would’ve let it happen.

“Stop that.” You felt his two slender fingers curl beneath your chin and gently turned your head to make eye contact with him. “Don’t blame yourself. Nothing is your fault in this situation, y/n.”

The blush you attempted to fight away intensified at the touch of his fingers. Your eyes lingered from his own down to the area that had been driving you crazy.

His lips.

You noticed that there were less evidence of chapping since you pushed the idea of using a thick layer of lip balm before bed. The distance between your face and his was about a foot apart, but it seemed like if you were to lean in, your lips would touch. Your own thoughts were killing you, raising your temperature and you were so sure Yoongi noticed.

“Y/n.” The sound of your name rolling off of Yoongi’s tongue was like velvet. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You breathed. “I’m okay.”

He sweetly smiled at you before returning to his original position. After closing his eyes, you smiled back at his sleeping face, wishing it could be like this all the time.

↠↞

Time had passed and Yoongi showed no signs on waking up anytime soon. You were planted in the same position for almost an hour causing your thighs to go numb. But thank goodness the television remote was within reach.

You kept one hand in his hair just in case he woke up at the feeling of your hand reeling back. You slid your fingers gently down his profile and cupped his cheeks to feel his temperature. He’s freezing. After cupping his cheeks, you nervously reached over to check if his arms were as cold as his face; they were. The jacket he tossed aside had dried up, so you stealthily reached for it to cover his body but as soon as you made a move, he sat up abruptly hitting your chin with his head.

“Shit! Y/n, I’m so sorry!” Yoongi’s body instantly reacted by sliding off the couch and onto his knees to level with you.

You were crouched over, shielding your face because fuck you were hit pretty good. The pulsing feeling on your chin wasn’t dying down anytime soon and the last thing you wanted to do was cry from the pain.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Yoongi pulled your hands away and held your face in his own. He noticed a glazed look in your eyes and immediately felt guilty. “I don’t know why I reacted like that—I—I just panicked.”

“No, Yoongi it’s okay. I’m fine. I’ll just put some ice on it.” It seemed like he was going to fetch the ice for you, but you easily cut him off.

Returning from the kitchen with a small plastic bag of ice, you spotted Yoongi still sitting on the floor with his knees huddled to his chest and his face buried in his forearms.

“Yoongi.” You called out, but no response. “Hey.” You sat down on the floor next to him and waiting for some sort of reaction, but you got nothing. “I’m okay you know.”

At those words, Yoongi slowly lifted his head to take a look at you. You were smiling at him in an attempt to show him that you really were fine.

“You looked like you were about to cry.” He mumbled.

Honestly, you tried hard to stifle the chuckle that slipped passed your lips. It was only a bump to the chin and he was completely worked over that.

“I have an extremely low pain tolerance. You know that.”

He laughed at your comment and it was obvious that he was aware of that aspect about you. You were slightly offended because you thought he was going to make you feel better by saying something comforting, but he was smiling again and that’s all that mattered.

The both of you remained on the floor watching a random television show and letting the ice melt in the plastic bag. You were completely immersed in the show until you noticed Yoongi fumbling with his phone in the corner of your eye. It was hard to not be nosy, especially since it was clear that he was staring at Seolhyun’s contact name. You didn’t want to hear anything that had to deal with her, but being who you were, you couldn’t not ask Yoongi about it.

“Everything okay?” You nudged his leg with your knee.

“Mm, it’s all the same.” Yoongi had a gloomy facial expression. “I asked to meet with her because she and I have a lot to talk about.”

You would be lying if you you weren’t hoping they’d be breaking up, but thinking that way was extremely selfish and it made you feel uneasy. Just like you’ve thought multiple times, Seolhyun’s attitude hasn’t been on par, but Yoongi loved her and you knew how badly he wanted to work things out with her.

Yoongi had a troubled look on his face, so you rested your hand in his blond hair and gently massaged his scalp. He turned his head to take a quick glance at you and you sucked in a breath. How much more were you willing to take to not grab his face and kiss him because hell, if you could, you would do it.

“She hasn’t replied yet and if I’m correct,” he checked for the time. “Seolhyun is probably eating dinner at her dorm.”

“You didn’t want to go to her instead? Since you have her dorm key and all.” You crossed your legs and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Even if you didn’t want to, you had to support him somehow.

“Are you trying to get rid of me already?” He laughed dryly.

“Not at all.” You smiled at him and stretched your arms upward, releasing any tension in your shoulders.

“Is that my shirt?” Yoongi pointed at your body and you looked down. You were wearing a faded maroon and black striped t-shirt. It had a couple of holes around the neckline and you roughly cropped the shirt for it stop right at your waist. You were shocked at how Yoongi was able to recognize it considering the damage it went through.

“Yeah, sorry. You left it here for like four months and I thought you didn’t want it anymore.” You touched the uneven cuts on hem of the shirt. “Do you want it back? It might be kind of short on you though.”

Yoongi laughed again and it created butterflies in your stomach. “Uhh, you can keep it. It looks better on your anyway.” He reached over to tug the neckline closer to the base of your neck. You almost pulled away at first, even the simplest touches from him were like fireworks.

For the next hour, you sat comfortably next to him on the floor watching a show on the cooking channel. Once in a while, you two would exchange glances and words talking about how the easy it looked to cook the different dishes, but it was definitely easier said than done. At some point, Yoongi placed his arm on the couch cushions just around your shoulders. It almost seemed like that scene in the movies where the boy would yawn or stretch to put his arm around the girl’s shoulders whilst watching a movie. It was too good to be true and you tried to not be obvious how much enjoyed it.

Why couldn’t it be like this all the time? You loved the solitude when you spent time with Yoongi. There were days where you sat closer with him, but nonetheless, sitting with him now was still perfect. It really was all good to be true.

A deep sigh escaped Yoongi’s mouth and he retracted his arm back into his lap. He unlocked his phone to find no new messages or any phone calls and the next sigh he drew out sounded more depressing.

“I think–I think I should go and see her.” Yoongi rubbed his eyes and brought one of his knees closer to his chest. “If I just keep waiting for a reply, nothing is going to change.”

“Yeah…you’re right.” You didn’t want Yoongi to leave–it was a stupid thought because you were the one who suggested he should visit her. You wanted to sit with him even just for a little while longer.

“You know, y/n, I don’t think I give you enough credit for dealing with me.” Yoongi propped his chin on his knee. “You’re the first person I go to when stuff like this happens, it’s like second nature to me. I’m probably annoying you and disappointing you for staying with someone like Seolhyun.”

You stared at him with sadness weighing in your eyes. It was understandable as to why Yoongi stayed with her because you knew how he felt due to your past experience with ex-boyfriends.

“You’re always hoping, Yoongi and it’s not necessarily a bad thing. You hope to fix things and you want things back to the way they used to be. It’s tiresome, but you love her.” The last words came out slowly. You had to be there for him even if it hurt knowing how much he loved Seolhyun.

“Yeah,” he spat. “I love her.” Yoongi shut his eyes and you watched him ball his hands in tight fists.

“D-Did I say something wrong?” You asked, worried that you angered him.

“No, you didn’t.” Yoongi remained still for short moment. “Actually—“ he lifted his head to lock eyes with you.

It was frustrating how Yoongi held the universe in his eyes and whenever you looked into them, you saw the way the stars sparkled and the way the sun shined. Looking at him in the eyes was something you were never completely used to. He had the power to reduce you to a puddle and it wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t you have the same effect on him? Stupid. You were his friend, how could you have that kind of effect.

But in that moment, the look in Yoongi’s eyes was different. It was a foreign gaze that was new to you and it made your heart beat increase. There were no words to describe what feeling you got making eye contact with him. Your eyes left his because of the uneasiness you felt, but your attention lowered to his lips once again. He parted them slightly like he was going to say something and you quietly sucked in a breath, but he pursed his lips back together in a straight line.

“I—It’s-It’s nothing.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

What was that? Even after breaking the eye contact, his body language was completely off. It seemed as if he closed his body off from you, like he was hiding something. You wanted to ignore it, you really did, but your body reacted on its own and you leaned forward to get a good look of his face.

Yoongi’s eyes glistened and his eyebrows were slightly knitted together. There was a noticeable shade of red that covered his cheeks and you thought, god, he’s so cute. He caught your stare and his blush deepened. A soft stutter was released and he turned away from you.

The sound of your heart beat was so thunderous that you could physically hear it in your ears. You had never seen such a shy side of Yoongi before and it struck something inside of you. He never behaved that way around you, let alone blush that intensely before.

You felt weak. You wanted to hug him and ask him to talk to you because you wanted to know why was he acting weird. He never really expressed himself very well and you took it into account to understand his body language so you atleast have a feel as to what emotions he was feeling.

Today was different. You wanted to ignore it. You tried to suppress it, but maybe…just maybe.

“Y/n. I should go.” Yoongi spoke slowly and it almost broke your heart, but as he stood up to leave, you silently trailed behind him.

Just before he reached your door, he stopped walking and you almost bumped into him. He spun around and hesitantly squeezed your shoulder. There was comfort in the physical contact and you wanted to hold onto his hand and ask him to stay longer. You tried to smile at him, but there was a voice screaming inside of you that you couldn’t shut out.

“I’ll call you later.” He whispered.

Yoongi spun on his heel and you clutched tightly onto the back of his t-shirt. His body jumped and angled his body to look at you.

“Y/n?” He sputtered your name and you let out an incoherent squeak of his name.

It was almost painful the way your heart thumped in your chest. You could feel the urge running through your veins and before you knew it, your trembling hands crept up to hold his face. The inside of your head was swarming with blaring thoughts, badgering you to come to your senses, but your body wasn’t letting you.

You gently tugged at Yoongi’s face to bring him close enough to where your noses grazed against each other. The warmth of his breath fanned over your lips and you darted the tip of your tongue out to coat yours. What surprised you was that Yoongi didn’t move. He was giving you his undivided attention and even with him staring at you so intensely, you couldn’t stop.

It felt like the world slowed down as your eyes fluttered closed and inched forward close the remaining space. With ease, you pressed your lips against his. You didn’t dare to move to deepen the kiss, just gently kissing him was enough.

Yoongi’s lips were cold, but soft. Your entire body went numb and you knew you had to stop, but before you could, there was added pressure onto your lips. Your mind was reeling and it took you awhile to register that the pressure was from Yoongi kissing you back.

This was a dream. It had to be a dream. Kissing Yoongi only ever happened in your wildest dreams. You felt his hand rest on top of your waist and immediately your eyes snapped open. You were greeted with the beautiful image of Yoongi’s closed eyes and the wispiness of his eyelashes. It was an image you never thought you would ever see up close like this. But… oh no.

You shoved Yoongi away from you by the shoulders and slapped a hand over your mouth. He had a heartbroken look on his face and it made you regret pushing him away, but when he put his hand on your waist, you thought of Seolhyun. Tears were stinging your eyes and you needed to say something, anything.

“Yoongi, I–“ you had to bite back a sob because there were so much things you wanted to say, but even just the thought of explaining yourself terrified you.

“I need to go.” He dragged out his words and it felt like tossing salt onto an open wound. He avoided your eyes and traced his lips with his fingertips.

It was painful watching him turn his back to you. Your chest throbbed at the sound of your door clicking open and then shutting close. You walked towards the wooden frame with regret weighing in every step.

You told yourself to not cross any lines, hell, Hani was just there reminding you to not do anything you would regret. There was a hollow feeling inside of your chest, making it difficult for you to breathe.

“Y/n, you fucking idiot.” You choked out as sunk down to your floor. Using the door as support, you hugged your knees against your chest and released heavy sobs.

You ruined it. You ruined everything.

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The elevator ride down felt like an eternity. Yoongi watched as the numbers decreased with dazed eyes. There was a flatlining sound going off in his head and he was taking long deep breaths.

You kissed him.

You kissed him.

He grazed his lips as he stepped off the elevator. Your lips felt warm and sparks of electricity exploded just at the feeling of your hands holding his face. He bit back his smile thinking about how your lips fit perfectly against his and the way you cutely held onto him prior to making your move.

The smile Yoongi was soon erased as he set out his destination to Seolhyun’s dorm building. Heavy rain didn’t fall, but with the way the atmosphere smelt like and the increasing amount of light sprinkles of rain fell, he needed to get there as quick as possible. He stuffed his hands in his pockets realizing he left his jacket on your sofa. That jacket could probably stay there a bit longer.

There was so much guilt inside of Yoongi. Not only did you kiss him, he didn’t do anything to stop you, he kissed you back instead. When it happened, he didn’t know what to do. His mind went blank for a few seconds and the next thing he knew, there was a sense of relief inside of him.

The past week his mind has been filled with thoughts of you, only you, so much that it was making it difficult for him to work on any of his assignments. The root of it all was when he showed up to your apartment drunk and venting about what was going wrong in his relationship. He remembered your gentle touches and the smell of coffee on your skin. You were always so patient with him, listening to him rant about everything and always willing to drop everything to be there for him. Could there be anymore evidence as to why you kissed him?

Yoongi shook his head and trudged faster toward the doors of the dormitory building. He had to tell Seolhyun what happened, but there was no way he could tell her that it was you who initiated the kiss. He would rather have her get mad at him than you. His reason for visiting Seolhyun was to lay things out so they can figure out a solution to repair their relationship, but if he tells her what happened, could it still be saved?

He finally arrived on Seolhyun’s floor and he was dreading every step he made. Yoongi knew he had to be honest with her because it’s only going to be eating him up on the inside. He began to recite apologies and explanations in his head, preparing himself for the storm.

When he approached Seolhyun’s door, he heard loud hip-hop music booming from behind the door. Yoongi automatically assumed it was Seolhyun she would never play music that loud of her roommate was home; courtesy reasons.

Yoongi took a deep breath and unlocked the door. He was immediately welcomed with the true volume of the music so he quickly closed the door to not bother any of the tenants. He slowly walked down the short hallway and called out for Seolhyun as loud as he could, but it was ineffective. To his left, he noticed Seolhyun’s door slightly ajar. He swallowed the lump in his throat and approached the wooden frame.

“Babe! I’m coming in.” Yoongi spoke loudly and knocked twice before carefully swinging the door opened.

All of the air in his lungs dissipated and his hands went numb. It felt as if heavy boulders were sitting on his feet the blood inside of him began to boil. Yoongi didn’t say anything. He stood there, for what seemed to be hours, gawking at the two figures on top of Seolhyun’s bed.

Before he even decided to open his mouth, Seolhyun lifted her head and noticed Yoongi in the corner of her eye. She shoved the boy away from her and scrambled with her bed sheets to cover up her body. She fished for her phone to shut off the music that were playing from her speakers.

“Y-Yoongi!” She breathed out, searching for any article of clothing around of her.

“What the fuck.” Yoongi growled.

The boy who was now wrapped up with the opposite end of the sheets turned his head to meet the glaring eyes of Yoongi. A scoff was released from the back of Yoongi’s throat.

“Seung. Ho.” He spat.

“Yoongi—babe, I can explain.” Seolhyun rushed onto her feet wearing what he assumed to be Seung Ho’s. Yoongi took two steps back from the door frame, breathing harshly.

“I—I came here to fucking talk to you about our relationship because you know, we are boyfriend and girlfriend, Seolhyun!” He finally found his voice and the words couldn’t stop. “I texted you saying I was going to come over because we needed to talk but I guess you were to busy to check your phone, huh?” Yoongi raked a hand through his hair and turned around to leave.

“Babe–“ Seolhyun reached out to hold onto his wrist, but he turned back around with lasers shooting from his eyes.

“Walking here—I was feeling so fucking guilty because I kissed y/n and I knew I had to tell you. I had to tell you because honesty is key, right?”

“You fucking kissed her?!” Seolhyun exclaimed angrily. “Why the fuck would you kiss her?!”

“It was just once, Seolhyun! It happened once and I came straight here because of my guilty conscience and judging by the sounds you were making and how tired you look, I’m pretty sure you were feeling guilty having sex with Seung Ho.”

Seolhyun was silenced at that comment and averted his seething gaze. His focus flickered from Seolhyun to Seung Ho who was always avoiding Yoongi.

“You know what? I’m done—we’re done.”

Rage pumped throughout his veins as he stared Seolhyun dead in the eyes. He had never felt this angry in such a long time–hell, anger couldn’t even describe the heat traveling through his body. Before he said anything more, he clenched his fists and stormed out without looking back at her for even a second.

♡ rae jagi

[stone-man-warrior]

January 7, 2021: 7:49 pm:

Cries for help remain unanswered.

Twenty-five years of trying to get help while in Oregon. and more time trying while in California more than 25 years ago, all unanswered.

There remains a vacuum of assistance.

The presence of lack of rescue remains persistent.

There are no helpful people anywhere around here.

Please send help.

Please send US Military to Oregon.

Please send medical services to Oregon.

Bring your own hospital, without your own, the terror army will kill you at the hospitals if you are injured while trying to help. There are no medical services for US Citizens in Oregon, only Canadian terror army is treated for health conditions, everyone else is killed at the medical facilities. Illusion of medical treatment facilities is present throughout the state.

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9:50 pm:

Donald Trump “Insult to Injury” terror:

The whole nation is in such financial distress that it was decided that every citizen should receive stimulus payments, twice.

That’s pretty bad financial conditions for that to have happened.

On the other hand, it appears that things are not so bad after all, in fact, it looks like everything is financially hunky dory, as the social security beneficiaries were only granted a 1.3% cost of living increase, it maxes out at 3% for a cost of living increase for elderly and disabled persons, and is calculated by some asshole this year, because clearly the cost of living has increased more than any other year of record, and that is well documented with the stimulus payments to tens of millions of citizens.

I am getting mixed messages from my government leaders here. One team says “Holy shit!, if we don’t hand out some coins, millions of people will starve because of Corona Virus.” while another team is saying: “Yeah, but we need to save some money somewhere, so, we’ll just fuck the old people and those gimpy fucks in the wheel chairs. canes, and crutches, they are all a bunch of leaches anyway, so, fuck ‘em... give ‘em a 13 just to let them know we mean business, and not to talk about the cut rate increase... they are all a bunch of Tiny Tim wanna bee’s... fuck Tiny Tim, and everyone who looks like him.”

Insult to injury, Christian style, from the top 1%.

It’s 1.7% light on the increase for cost of living.

Woodstock, 1998 Live Version of Edge of Seventeen by Fleetwood Mac.

The song is all fucked up in this version and the venue looks like three farmers took the barn apart to build the venue stage and fencing with a “Farm Pack” from the local lumber yard, for the “Jesus was a Carpenter” version of Edge of Seventeen in New York Catskill Mountains at Woodstock.

Google “Farm Pack” if you don’t understand what that is, or why the Farmer wants to be a Carpenter.

Mixed messages is a life-size thing, is giant blender where old and disabled people are tossed into along with some small children, for making a product that is sprayed onto the roadsides as a erosion abatement, keeps the mudslide from being noticed after the reigns come, for a prophet, and contracted by the state.

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1-8-2021: 2:01 pm:

The Woodstock Version features Stevie wearing gold, she is famous for white and black, not gold.

It’s the “Sympathy for the Devil” version with a “Welcome to Jamaica, have a nice day” tattoo version, comes with a helicopter and alternate Harmonic Vocal Tuning, and, as noted, the screams of the crowd, were indeed heard.

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10:30 pm:

In the event that someone wants to do that math on “Jesus was a Carpenter” and why it’s associated to “Edge of Seventeen“ so heavily, need to have a look at 1985-ish United Brotherhood of Carpenters and Joiners of America Journeyman Wage Scale for Residential Carpenter Pay Rate.

There, you will find that the scale was about $17.50 per hour, while pay scale for Commercial Journeyman was about $22.10 per hour.

The $17.50 Residential Carpenters used to have a lot sayings, one is “I owe, I owe, so off to work I go” another was “Another day, another seventeen-fifty... and another oweee, damn, that hurt when I fell yesterday”

The Carpenters Union was hijacked back then, the story about is long and complex. It’s an important part of why the White House and Congress are all occupied by terrorists bent on ruling the world in league with Britain and the Vatican.

no one will speak to me to hear the story of Jesus worked as a Residential Union Carpenter who was making about $17.50 per hour when he was hit over he head and nailed to a cross on the jobsite.

Adam Schiff was there, part of the takeover of the carpenters union in the 1980′s. He worked for L & M Builders of Ventura County (Thousand Oaks and around there) and used the name “Cory” last name unknown, we used to have a Saturday night poker game together with some of the guys on the crew at the time.

I could be wrong... but I could be right... it was a long time ago, and “Cory” once told me he was an actor, just on the job to check things out, then one day, Cory said “I’m going to Montana”. He left, and that was the last I saw of him until I met him again here in Oregon at a dinner party at a friends house, Kurt Hill, the fork lift driver of Longboard Lumber in Merlin. There he was, “Carpenter Cory of Montana”, at the dinner party, some 25 years later on Jumpoff Joe Creek Road in Josephine county, where I was shot at by someone who ran into the forest after shooting, when Cory said “Can you go over there, and hand me that thing there...?” kind of way to put me in range. Paul Birch was owner of Longboard Lumber, turned out to be a hardcore Christian terror operative here in Merlin, and built hundreds of “Bomb Carts”... I never was able to learn more about the “Bombs” though, only that there was talk of tunnels, and a cabinet shop at Union Ave and Ringuette near the hospital. The carts were made of dimensional lumber and plywood, about four feet square, with a vertical back on one side, heavy duty castors, could haul about 1,000 lbs each, and there were hundreds made at Longboard Lumber by “Will”, an employee there at the Lumber yard, who also turned out to be a terror soldier who kept trying to kill me, for about 16 years so far, he used to stalk me to the Walgreen’s last year, often had a small boy with him. I think I killed Will at the Walgreen‘s in defense about one year ago. Paul Birch took his business dealings to Newport Oregon, to start a terror cell there when Longboard Lumber closed down about 10 years ago-ish.

Like I said, it’s a long story. is important, includes Fleetwood Mac, and Buckingham Palace.

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1-8-2021: 3:17 pm: additional:

“Carpenter Cory Montana”: My memory is that his last name started with the letter n: neuman; newsome: neuter... something like that. “Cory Newsome” sounds hauntingly familiar.

There may be a connection to a US Postal Mail Carrier by the name of “Mo” who was the carrier for this route for many years when I first moved here to Oregon in 1996. Mo, used to always wear a beany, I have “Mo’s Beany”, but I do not know why, or how I obtained “Mo’s Beany”. The words “That’s Mo’s Beany” have been said my many a terror intruder into my home over a long period of time, as I keep “Mo’s Beany” clearly on display at a place in my home where terror intruders tend to hide when they enter. There are only very few places to hide inside my house these days, I have all of the rooms nailed shut to keep intruders from hiding in them. Had I not closed off all of the rooms in my house, I would have been killed a long time ago.

I advise US Citizens to reduce their living spaces to a bare minimum, as the intruders tend to hide, and wait quietly until the intended victims are asleep in their beds. That is the reason I have not slept in a bed in more than ten years... it’s far too dangerous to use a conventional bed. Sleep is a luxury I cannot afford, neither can you.

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I think “Adam Cory Schiff” was stalking the L & M Builder’s owner’s son, Cory Reese, who was also part of the Saturday night poker game crew, back in the day when a card game was just a game of Dealers Choice, not global annihilation done by SAG Actors.

I considered Kurt Hill to be a friend until one day I saw him wrap a Pharmacist with cellophane shipping warehouse style plastic wrap, and drag the pharmacist out of the Service Drugs that used to be on 6th St. and toss him into a truck, and drive away from there. It was dusk, at the time. Kurt was a big giant of a man, very strong. I think I killed him in defense out by the mailboxes about ... a long time ago, in defense after some geese were seen running around with no heads on them, making horrible sounds out front on the road.

Seventeen-Fifty is the connection to “Edge of Seventeen“, Union Journeyman scale wages.

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11:28 pm:

Other Carpenter Union take over details:

There was a local union hall either on Ventura Blvd in Woodland Hills Ca, or near there, I belonged to that one for awhile, then moved my card to District Counsel 844. I learned that carpenters were being hired by the framing contractors, and they were being signed up as Journeyman, even when they had few skills, but I was not one of those, I did, however, join as a Journeyman having worked non-union for my whole life by the time I joined the union. There was a housing boom, carpenters were on short supply. (it turns out that the housing boom was a “manufactured housing arrangement”, so to speak, to create housing for the upcoming influx of Canadian terror soldiers. Tracts of houses, many thousands each tract, all in phased of one-hundred to four-hundred homes each phase, all around Southern California) Those Journeyman newcomers were paid union wage scale, worked forty hours per week, but were only actually paid for some other amount of hours, typically, about 20 hours were paid out at scale wage for a 40 hour week worked on the job. A carpenter and an employer came to agreement on the side, about hourly rate, about $10 was norm, so, the math was worked to pay $10 per hour, while reflecting full scale on the pay check, with reduced hours showing for the full week of work, making illusion that they only worked part time, about 20 hours or so.

Those carpenters were robbed of the necessary accumulation of hours to become vested for pension.

I demanded one dollar over scale, I was paid one dollar over scale, always, after I learned of that weird arrangement of hours. I was hurt before I became vested.

L & M Builders had a jobsite I worked on where a police officer was shot, and hand cuffed to his steering wheel, I heard him, used his radio to call for help, he died though right there in the car after I got his cuffs unlocked. That jobsite in Thousand Oaks, north side somewhere, at the edge of the city limits, was the weirdest place ever... they built the model homes, five or six different layouts, in a culdesac, to demonstrate what would be for sale later. We built those, then, some other crew of special people came and took the model houses apart piece by piece, then, we built the same floor plans again, on the same slabs. The houses were about 4,000 sq. ft. two story homes, all taken apart after completion of all trades... roofs were on, drywall was all done, plumbers had finished, electrician ran the wire, the HVAC was done... all done. Then, they took them apart, so we could build them again.

Same thing happened here in Grants Pass. The place that just is being completed now called Cascade Public Storage, was all built, completed, done... about ten of maybe twenty years ago... they took the whole thing apart, made it look as if the place was never there, and now, decades later, the exact same structures are there again. The place is weird. The construction techniques include every kind of method there is, block, iron, wood frame, metal frame, concrete... every kind of tradesman on earth was needed to build that thing, twice.

My guess is that the terror army is advertising for help wanted at that site in far away places to draw craftsmen to come to Oregon where they are captured and used as slaves, or are killed and replaced. It’s visible from I-5 at the exit 58 near Club Northwest, where the terror leadership is at, and CNW is the same as Grants Pass Chamber of Commerce as far as membership goes at the Club Northwest terror HQ. There used to be a National Security Administration Field Office next door to Club Northwest, but that seems to have been taken apart a different way, one NSA officer at a time, and was put back somewhere else as Department of Homeland Security, while they put a Department of Health Services where the NSA used to be, for confusion service. and to fulfill “insult to injury” terror protocols required by the Christian Church.

I am pretty sure that the leading Church components to the terror army are at the 9th St. Seventh Day Adventist Church, it’s next door to the Oregon State Police Field Office that’s on 7th St., but you have to hop over a block wall to get from one place to the other, last time I looked over there.

There is a fire station on Park St at the Grants Pass Pkwy intersection that is remarkable for having been built with that multi-faceted construction techniques that Cascade Storage is built with. The place is stunning to look at, is awesome building, is extreme expense for a fire station, way over the top, in my opinion.

These subjects of buildings are in the realm of a place called “Options of Southern Oregon” across from the Walgreen‘s, and another place called “Crisis Resolution Center” between where Walgreen’s and the Hospital are at, which might be the source of some of the most wicked of all of the killing contraptions used around here in Josephine County... very scary places are CRC and Options.

There are no shortages of impostors around here, so, in the event that someone who claiams to be the author of  this account has found some helpful people to talk to, that’s not the author of this account. Be advised that I think it was the Sparacino terror cell that stole all of my old pay stubs from back in the day, and has stolen much personal items, to use to impersonate the author of this information. Clyde Baum at 333 Jackpine is famous for the lengths he has gone to impersonate the author of this information also. Both Sparacino of 545 and Baum of 333 are supported in their efforts to impersonate by the local Oregon authorities.

(account is hijacked again)

[allonsy-yesiwill]

Inked

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: Dean and Sam get their first tattoo

Word Count: 1800 ish

Warnings: IDK, flirting, hopes of smut, Dean and Sam being brothers...oh and tattoos. I don’t  go into much detail because it’s not from their point of view but I do have a few and I would suggest that you don’t just walk into a place and get one. You look at the artist work and make sure it’s what you want and that you are comfortable with them. And if you find a shop that is willing to ink you after drinking (being drunk) ...don’t.

A/N: Katy congrats on reaching the 2k mark!!!! YEAH!!! I hope you love this if you don’t let me know, this wasn’t what I was planning on but it just happened...hope you like it. 

Written for @Katymacsupernatural katys wish upon a star challenge

Prompt:  Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten. 

You loved your job, about 5 years ago you gave up sitting in an office and dreaming of the apple pie life. You traded it all after getting your first tattoo. While getting your piece done you listen to all of  Mark’s, your tattoo artist and also owner of the shop, stories. You loved all the knowledge he had and when you told him about the art that you did you two became quick friends 7 years ago.

Because you had become so close to Mark and Heather, his wife, it was no surprise you ended up at their house when you found your dick of a boyfriend in the arms of someone else. Mark and Heather helped you cut all of your ties with him including your job. That was five years ago.

Now you help run the shop and the only better artist in the shop is Mark. You typically have a two-month wait to get work done, especially since people wanted a custom design by you. However tonight you were working late because Mark was traveling out of state and you were the artist doing whatever the client picked out of the book.

It’s been pretty slow, it’s a Thursday night but you and Mark keep the place open because there is a lot of traffic in the part of town late at night. We usually had to book appointments for some of the people who wanted to get a tattoo after one too many beers. You are bit surprised when two seemingly sober gentlemen walk in.

“Goodnight boys, what can we do for you?”

The taller one with the long locks comes over and ask, “ So me and my brother would like to get this tattoo.”

You look at the piece of paper he shoved in front of your face, yup this will be easy.  “The same size at it is here and where are you thinking, Thor?” You let out with a smile clearing making a joke at the height difference between the two of you. He smiles and points to an area on his chest.

“And how about you over there Green Arrow, where are you thinking?”

“Same place, sweetheart and the name is Dean and my brother here is Sammy,” he says with a smile with his deep gravelly voice.

“Alright well it will probably take me about 90 mins each with the size, but it could go more if you need breaks. Is this your first tattoo?”

“Yes, and the name is actually Sam.”

“‘Got it brothers, Sammy and Deano, I am going to need you two to fill this paperwork. Make sure you read the aftercare and follow it closely. The wrong kind of aftercare will cause your tattoo to fade or look like well crap and I am really not okay with my art looking like crap, got it.”

You handed them the paperwork and walked into where your table is working on the stencil. Because this tattoo is simple with only black, no heavy detail it doesn’t take you long to finish both of them. Not to mention, you have done this design before.

Walking back out you look over the paperwork and spit out, “Great this looks solid, who’s the first one up to bat.”

You see Dean nudge his brother and let out, “Great Sammy, thanks for volunteering as the first tribute. Let’s step back here and you can take off your shirt, Deano you are more than welcome to join us. Give you brother a hand to hold if he needs it.”

You don’t miss the bitch face that Sam gives to Dean as you keep talking or the big smile that fills Dean’s face. As Dean follows you back to your table he laughs out,” Oh Sammy I like her.”

You start preparing everything while Sam takes his place on your table. And yes this is one of the many perks of this job, as you lean in close to his muscular chest to clean it, Thor was definitely an appropriate nickname for him.

You start into your same old boring speech about what you would be doing and if he needs you to stop just use his words. Because you find it best to keep your canvases talking now that you have started you ask, “ So boys tell me the story of what brought you in to get inked for the first time?”

Sam shares the story of their dad, John and how they would all work together. However, they lost him a few years back and just wanted to have something to remember him.

“Got it. Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten. So is this like your family crest or does it mean something to you?” Sure you already know the answer to this questions however you are curious to see what fib they will give you.

“Our dad used to keep a journal and this was one of the images that found sketched in there after he passed,” this time Dean answered, your body melting under his voice. You thought to yourself, that was the sweetest and by far the best fib you had heard from someone getting this tattoo.

You decide to let them have their lie and say,“That’s really awesome, if you boys don’t mind I would love to take a picture of the work afterward. But I can let them know this design can’t be done again.”

“I don’t think our dad would mind if someone else wanted to get this tattoo,” Sam spoke softly.

You thanked them and continue the conversation into more about them. What they did, traveling exterminator...I um yeah that’s not a real job boys, you are going to need to work on your skills a bit more you thought to yourself. They share funny stories about life on the road, you know the emotions behind the stories are true however like everything else in life there is a protective coating around it for those who don’t know.

“Alright Sammy boy, sit up and take a look,” you say pointing to the mirror after cleaning everything up.

“Very nice thank you, wait what’s your name?”

“Ah details they aren’t my thing...it’s Y/N. but most people call me Serenity.”

“Serenity, hu why is that, “ Dean asks with a furrowed brow.

“Trust me it’s not as cool as you think. I did a few Firefly tattoos of the ship Serenity and people keep coming back for more. I love the show so I usually try to make it custom to why they love the show. Hell, I even have my own Firefly tattoo.” You take a step back and raise your shirt so let them see an orange and yellow hat with the words ‘If you can’t do something smart, do something right’ over it on the side of your ribcage.

“So what other tattoo’s do you have hidden away in there, “ Dean asks with a wink.

“Well, that’s for me to know and you to find out Deano.”

Since Sam is happy with his tattoo you bandage it up and start to prep your station for your next victim. You hear the boys talking it’s how it’s 10 pm and Sam is complaining about being hungry. They bicker like you would expect brothers to bicker until Dean lets out a frustrated, “ Go get food and I will just meet you back at the hotel. I am sure I can find a ride.”

After those words left his mouth his eyes traveled towards you with an intriguing smile. You let out a soft whisper, “cocky much?”  Not you would mind, you would have been more than happy to take either one of them home however you did want to know how Dean’s voice would echo off of your walls.

“Thanks, Y/N, “ Sam says as his leaving.

“Hey, Sammy how long do you have to get that bandage on for? “

“At least one hour.”

“Good, if my art looks like shit I will personally repossess it,”  you let out with a laugh.

“Alright, Deano your turn to strip,” you say with a smile and a look.

“Let’s get the tattoo done first and then maybe a show.”

You can’t help but let out a belly laugh, “ Well I am sure with a voice like that you can get all the girls into bed.”

“You know it,” he winks and removes his shirt.

And son of a bitch he was just your type, sure you didn’t mind Thors body type but you loved this one a bit more. Still strong and protective but a few less defined muscles creating the perfect place for you head to call home and a gentle surface for your lips to connect with.

Starting in on Dean’s tattoo you ask, “ So traveling exterminators, you know that’s not a thing right. You boys are going to have to come up with a better lie than that.”

“It’s true, it’s not a job most people can do but we have enough clients that people call us and we go,” Dean says.

You laugh and move way to grab a bit more black ink saying, “It’s cool I know what you are.”  Dean doesn’t move but you can tell his is holding his breath. Sliding back by Dean’s head you lean in soft and close to his ear, “Hunter.”

“Wait, what, how do you know that,” he says jumping up in a state of shock.

“The same way I know this is an anti possession tattoo. The same reason I cleaned both of your chests with holy water. The PVC piping over there, it’s not for looks or cords it’s full of salt. I don’t hunt but I have enough clients that do. So I like to be prepared.” As your words come to a close you can see Dean’s expression changing to excitement.

The conversation continues about the things that go bump in the night and what you both had done and seen. After talking, you uncovered you shared some mutual friends at the roadhouse and learn that Ellen is the one who sent them your way. You make a mental note to send her a thank you card later. In what seems like no time at all you are done with Dean’s art. You clean it up before bandaging it and ask him to take a look.

“Great do you mind if I get a picture?”

“Sure sweetheart.”

“Hmm might have to keep this one just for me, “ you say after looking at your phone. Dean’s face is filled with a child like expression of excitement, however, you can see that he might be a little lost by your forwardness.

You bandage him up and start cleaning up while letting Dean know how much he owes you. “Here you go, and uh hey I never ate dinner tonight do you think you would want to grab a bite and maybe a drink next door when you close up?”

“I would love to Deano, and maybe if you’re lucky I will show you where my anti possession tattoo is.”

[whifferdills]

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