#my posts are flopping so I’m just posting whatever I want lol

[sillystringsimpsons]

You know what? I fuck with you.

*shows you the simpsons doodles I made in my regular artstyle during class*

interactions hugely appreciated :333

[evansbby]

I cannot believe the wicked games Drabble was 5000 words long like basically a full ass fic and the low amount of notes it got…

[hyuckiefluff]

drunk in you | mark lee

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers word count: 1.9k ish warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, suggestive language, reader is down bad for mark (aren’t we all), implications of drunk sex summary: was Mark Lee’s new haircut really the drop that would tip the glass over and make you spill how you really feel about him?… Well, the haircut and also the alcohol. author's note: i’m backk!! srry for disappearing for *checks calendar* two months lol this has been sitting in my drafts since mark cut his hair aaand i wanted to post it for his bday so let’s pretend im not 3 days late! HAPPY BDAY MARKIEEE <33 it’s a bit short cuz i felt like i’d have to make a second part if i wanted to add smut to yknow fully get into it lol idk but consider this a little teaser and if it doesn’t flop I’ll post a second part :)

part 2

A sudden burst of bright light pierced through your closed eyelids, jolting you awake from the deep sleep you were in. As you gradually became aware of your surroundings, you couldn't ignore the soreness in your muscles and the strange stickiness between your legs. However, it was the foreign hand resting right on top of your ass that sent alarm bells ringing through your mind. Your eyes shot open, and regret instantly washed over you as a pulsating pain hammered at your head.

"What the fuck..." you groaned, attempting to focus your blurry vision and make sense of the situation. Upon looking around, you realized that you were in the guys' dorm, more specifically, in Mark's room...

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks.

If you were in Mark's room, then that hand... and the body it belonged to, had to be...

Oh my god, what happened last night?

8 hours earlier…

Drinking with your friends after a grueling week at uni wasn't anything out of the ordinary for you. In fact, it'd be weirder if you were cooped up at home worrying about midterm grades instead of laughing your head off at whatever Jeno just blurted out. First sign that you were drunk, the boy wasn’t even that funny. His neck and ears were flushed crimson, a clear sign that he, too, had indulged in one too many drinks. And there was Jisung, practically glued to Jeno's side, oozing a whole lot of gooey affection that he would vehemently deny once he sobered up. 

Renjun and Haechan were locked in a heated argument on the floor, their voices rising in the air over some trivial matter that would probably be forgotten by morning. Surprisingly, though, they seemed to be the least intoxicated among you. 

Meanwhile, Jaemin was frantically rummaging through the kitchen, his frustrated groans and curses echoing throughout the room. It was clear that his search for more alcohol was proving to be a fruitless endeavor.

Beside you, Chenle was on his phone, engrossed in a replay of the Warriors game. At first glance he doesn’t look drunk, but you knew better. If he were truly sober, he'd be shouting and cursing at his phone screen, venting his frustrations as his beloved team struggled to keep up. Instead, he was lazily sipping from his nearly empty cup while his glossed over eyes remained glued to the screen.

Mark Lee was the only one missing from the group. You sent him a few voice messages letting him know that if he didn’t arrive in the next 10 minutes you would eat his portion of the kimchi jiggae you’d ordered earlier. He responded within seconds with a funny GIF that showed a man running and tripping.

Mark stumbled through the door just a few minutes later. He was soaked from head to toe, his hoodie covering most of his head. He was panting and his shoes were muddy and wet, he got rid of them in the entrance and looked up, clearly out of breath.  But you were already stuffing your face with his food anyways. Whoops. 

Though as soon as he pulled down the hood a chunk of food went down the wrong pipe. You coughed uncontrollably, your chest heaving as you desperately tried to regain your breath.

"Dude!! Are you seriously eating my food?" he exclaimed.

But when he noticed your struggling state, his words trailed off, replaced by genuine worry. "Yo, are you good?" he asked, walking closer to you and patting you in the back.

You managed to nod weakly, staring up at him. 

"Why’re you so late? Oh, new haircut?" Haechan chimed in from the floor.

"Yeah... what's the verdict?" Mark asked, turning his head to the side to better show off the lines of his undercut, his gaze lingering on you. 

So many thoughts raced through your mind but you were unable to form a single word. Mark had had long hair for quite some time now, and it was you who had encouraged him to let it grow. You enjoyed styling it, braiding it, and adorning it with charms—Mark gave you the freedom to do whatever you pleased with his hair. You had grown fond of his long hair, especially after helping nurse it back to health from the damage caused by bleaching and dyeing. Yet now he was sporting short hair and an undercut with edgy designs on the side, and you couldn't help but openly ogle at him. 

He looked hot as fuck.

It’s true that you harbored feelings for Mark that went beyond friendship but you were always able to hide it well and it worked out better this way for both of you (or that’s what you liked to believe). Needless to say you liked him a lot and had for a while so the sight of his new look had sent your emotions spiraling. He showed up merely minutes ago and you already felt so weak at the knees and your brain was fuzzy even though you hadn’t drank that much yet.

"Don't like it," you muttered, hoping your words would deflect attention from the clear shift in your expression. Turning around, you sought refuge on the couch next to Chenle, placing the bowl of food aside. Your stomach was turning weirdly, making it impossible to swallow another bite.

You scolded yourself inwardly for being so dramatic. It was just a haircut. But, god, he looked so good.

In an attempt to calm yourself down, you chugged your cup with soju and let out a big groan after emptying it. The sound catching Chenle’s attention as he peered curiously from his phone. You offered him a closed-lip smile, prompting an intrigued eyebrow raise from him.

Mark was awkwardly standing on the same spot. He was a bit taken aback by your sudden coldness. He definitely picked up on your strange reaction the moment he walked through the door. But he brushed it off.

"Okaay… Well I was late 'cause I was getting the good stuff," Mark explained, his frown replaced by a grin as he pulled out a beer from the bags he was carrying.

"Let's goooo!" Jaemin yelled, returning from the kitchen right on cue as if he some sort of alcohol detector. He eagerly snatched the bags from Mark and made a kissy face to the boy.

The tension eased a bit with Jaemin's infectious enthusiasm, and you decided to not focus on whatever Mark was making you feel right now. The drinks were here, and the good times were about to roll. You made a mental note to sort out your feelings later.

~

Alcohol definitely did not make your situation better. The more you drank the harder it was to keep your thoughts at bay. Mark was now sitting on the single couch in front of you and every little expression or movement he made had you either biting your lip or pressing your thighs together.

Talking about thighs… the shorts he was wearing displayed his muscular legs in a way that was making it quite impossible for you to not devour them with your eyes. God, your brain had turned into that of a hormonal teenage boy. Were you seriously staring at his thighs and imagining how it would feel to ride them?

Haechan came over to you and filled your glass with more Soju. You downed it as soon as he was done pouring it, earning you a weird look from Chenle who had been eyeing you ever since Mark arrived. 

"Okay, what's with you?" Chenle mumbled, the words escaping his lips just loudly enough to capture everyone's attention. Considering you had the noisiest group of friends, all eyes turned your way, including Mark's.

Mark seemed to be getting tipsy; you could tell by the way his big, expressive eyes shimmered even more than usual and the faint blush that adorned his cheeks and neck.

"Hmm?" you managed to reply, your gaze still fixated somewhere on Mark's face. You were completely unaware of the intense amount of attention you were giving him, but Chenle, who was relatively more sober than both of you, picked up on it.

"You're literally looking at Mark like you want to eat him," Chenle chuckled, teasingly calling you out.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Renjun asked, suddenly intrigued by the topic.

"I am?" you replied, sounding genuinely confused, though your heart raced with thoughts you were about to voice out loud. "Uhm… yeah I kinda do..."

An audible gasp followed, and you knew without looking that it came from Haechan.

Mark's expression remained unreadable, his half-lidded eyes locked on yours, revealing no discernible emotions. Was he weirded out? Normally, you might have felt self-conscious about blurting out something like that, but alcohol had significantly lowered your inhibitions.

"That's a wild thing to say," Haechan interjected with a mix of shock and amusement. "Do you actually wanna tap that?" He pointed at Mark, who was still gazing at you.

"Very much so," you replied nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather, even though you were openly talking about hooking up with your best friend in front of all your other best friends.

"Why don't you come here then?" Mark's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but notice the way he shifted, his legs spread invitingly.

You burst into laughter assuming he was only joking to tease you. However, the lack of a reaction from him made you realize he was dead serious. Your eyes locked on his own, reflecting the same desire you had been giving him just moments ago.

The idea of getting up and walking to him, straddling his lap, and kissing him flashed through your mind.

But the moment was interrupted by a voice that snapped both of you out of your trance. "Gross!" Jisung whined, hiding his face in Jeno's back, the older one lazily laughing and patting Jisung's thigh. "Okay, c'mon, I think we've all had enough to drink," he declared, getting up, with Jisung clinging to him. Chenle follow suit also giving you two a slightly disgusted stare.

"Yeah, one more drink for me, and I'm afraid the kimchi jiggae I had earlier might end up all over the carpet," Haechan chimed in, rubbing his stomach before disappearing upstairs.

Renjun also stood up and playfully messed up Mark's hair while saying, "By the way, happy birthday."

You glanced at the table clock and realized it was already 12:01. You had been so excited about Mark's birthday earlier in the day, but the alcohol and the tension between the two of you made you totally forget about it. Gathering your courage, you approached him. He remained sprawled with his legs out, but now he looked up at you, his lips slightly wet, distracting you momentarily.

"Happy birthday, silly," you smiled and awkwardly patted his head, hoping he didn't notice how you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease the uncomfortable ache between your legs.

"What did you get me?" he suddenly asked, and you blinked a few times, your brain struggling to register the extremely flirtatious tone he used.

When you didn't respond immediately, he continued, "Because I can think of one thing I want the most right now," lightly grazing your leg with his hand. You didn't flinch or move away.

"R-really? What is it?" you found yourself stuttering, a reaction that would have made you cringe if you were more sober.

"Come here, and I'll show you," he smirked and with little protest from you, he pulled you onto his lap.

a/n: i have a smut scene ready for this (well it’s in my brain but I’ll squeeze it out if u guys want that second part) soooo comment or simply like this so i know the audience wants it

also yes i did change the title of this but pls disregard that lol

© hyuckiefluff

part 2

[impala-dreamer]

Meet Me At The Beach

A Supernatural Story

~ Texting and emails can feel so impersonal. There's nothing quite like exchanging tangible, handwritten letters with someone you love...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader, Sam Winchester

4,025 Words

Warnings: Bittersweet Angst. SFW. 

A/N: This is for @jacklesversebingo "Writing Letters To Each Other" was the prompt. I hope you enjoy...

June 2

Dear Dean, 

This feels so weird. Do people really write letters anymore? Am I going to get strange looks at the post office when I go to buy a stamp? Will they even know what to do with this tiny envelope and folded piece of loose-leaf paper? I almost don’t know how to write anymore. My script looks kinda like chicken scratch, huh? Hopefully it’ll get better. It is weird not typing though. But emails just seem like work. Impersonal, ya know? Besides, it gives us something to look forward to when we hit the mailbox. Nice to open something that’s not a delinquent credit card bill, huh? 

Speaking of which- how the fuck do you do it? I just got another card canceled. My credit is non-existent. Fuck, I need to get a job. Could you imagine me in an office? High heels and panty hose and my hair tucked into a neat, matronly bun? I shudder to think! 

OK, this is weird. I just wanted to write “LOL” but it’s not an email. Or a text. Why are we doing this again? Oh, yeah, see above. 

Anyhoo- - - - I don’t even know what to say! Umm… I’m in New Orleans for a bit. Not working, just hanging out. My friend Emily from high school tracked me down online and we’ve been chatty. She’s in a band. They’re not bad. Not great, but not bad. So yeah, I took a drive down to see a show and I’m just lingering. Drinking too much, sleeping past noon. It’s fun. Nice little vacation. 

Which - ahem - you should be taking. When are you gonna get your ass out of that dusty old bunker and stick your toes in the sand? I already told you I’d meet you in Pensacola with sunscreen and a cooler of beer. You know you want to. Or are you just scared to show off your ugly toes in flip flops? Your boots might actually cry if you ever took them off, so I guess it’s just as well. 

Hey, do you remember that night in Richmond when it started pouring and your boots sank into the mud puddle? God, that was a mess. We were soaked to the bone. Nice way to warm up, though - cuddled in the back of the Impala. I miss that car. Sometimes, I think I can hear it at night when the world is quiet and the wind is still. It’s like the engine roars in the back of my mind and I start thinking about all our adventures, all the time we spent driving into the sunset. 

I miss you. Is that wrong? I probably shouldn’t. Or at least, I shouldn’t tell you that I do. But I do. I miss you so bad sometimes that it hurts. Like someone has punched me right in the chest. Maybe we can end up in the same town soon. Grab some tacos and sit on the hood. Make a mess. I’d like that. 

OK, before I get too emotional and start asking you to run away with me, I think I’ll end this ranting scribble of horrid handwriting. 

Write me back soon.

Love, Y/N

June 21 

Y/N- 

Your handwriting does not look like chicken scratch. I like it. Mine is like some toddler just learning his letters. Whatever. I never learned that fancy shit. I can sign my name and make a grocery list. That’s all I need. 

This is weird, yeah. But it’s kinda nice. Feels more… like you’re here. Does that make sense? Like seeing your handwriting, the dents in the paper- I don’t know. Just feels more real. Like you’re not just some computer talking back at me. Also there’s something strange about answering questions weeks later. I meant to write this sooner, but I got a little distracted. There was a Kung Fu marathon on and I just lost track of time. Too much pizza, not enough Carradine. Ya know? You know. 

Remember that horrible motel in Raleigh when we both caught that nasty stomach bug and stayed up all night watching old tv shows? Saltines and Little House. I’ll never forget it. You were so sick that day. Shit, I was sure I was gonna end up taking you to the hospital. Sure, I was puking too, but you looked like death. I hated that. Hated that I couldn’t help you, make you feel better. I did cook up a mean chicken noodle soup though, didn’t I? Not that it stayed down for long. 

Thank god for that yellow Gatorade. And yes- it’s fucking yellow. Not green. 

Anyway- I miss you too. I try not to, I really do. Not all the time, no offense, but sometimes I’m just fucking insane with shit going on. But at night, especially, I miss having you beside me. I miss rolling over and seeing you there, or hearing you snore. I miss feeling your freezing feet under the blanket. I don’t know, I just- 

What can I say? I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I’m the biggest piece of shit in the universe. I shouldn’t have pushed you away. 

Can’t change the past. Just gotta move on. 

Maybe someday you’ll forgive me. I hope so anyway. 

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t dump that all out in a letter. I almost ripped this all up and started over. I actually let it sit for a day before I came back to it. But, fuck it- we said we were gonna write to each other and be honest, and here I am, being honest. 

Fuck, I’m so tired. That kinda tired when sleeping for ten days wouldn’t even put a dent in it. Yeah, OK, so things are getting a little better. Chuck’s gone for good this time. Jack’s got things back in place, even made a few improvements. Sam’s- well, he’s Sam. He’s fine, doing his thing. The dog is- did I tell you we have a dog now? Yeah, I know. Me and a dog- yeah right. But we do. Miracle. He’s a good boy. I’ll send you a picture soon. 

Never thought I could slow down like this. Feels like for the first time we can just - work. I mean, I’m never gonna give up hunting, not totally, but- feels like I could just ease back a bit. Been looking at some jobs in town- nothing crazy, fixing engines and stuff like that. Don’t know if you remember, but I’m pretty good with my hands. 

Did you blush? 

You did. 

OK. I guess- that’s it for now. I have no fucking idea how to end this so - bye?

~ Dean

P.S.  I’ll meet you at the beach soon. I promise.

Fifteenth of July 

To Whom It May Concern:

Re: Beach Vacation

Dear Mr. Winchester, 

I am very pleased to hear that you are agreeable to meeting me at the beach. It should be delightful fun to run through the surf and hunt for sea glass with you.

Oh shit! Do you remember that new age shop in… where the fuck was that? With the sea glass necklaces in the window that I said were so pretty and the witch inside said they were blessed to give the wearer riches or some shit like that. Where was that? Who knows.

Feels like we’ve been all over the world together. Well, this country at least. Lord knows I could never get you on an airplane. If only you could drive to Paris. Did I ever tell you about my trip to France? God, it was beautiful. Rained the whole time, but it was this beautiful, warm spring rain that made everything smell like dust and petals. Not rose petals, but those little white ones that grow on trees, ya know? It was so beautiful. Fuck it. I’m taking you one day. You need to see more than the dash of your car and the backroads of America. Time to travel!

Speaking of- I’m glad you’re slowing down a bit. I know that won’t be easy for you but if you think about it, you’ve spent the last forty years running from problem to problem like a damned bomb-sniffing dog. 

A DOG?! Dean Winchester, I never thought the day would come. I can’t wait to see a picture. Don’t forget it next time. 

I think you’d be a great mechanic. It was always very hot seeing you covered in sweat and grease especially if you had those damned coveralls on. I mean… what? I don’t think about you like that anymore, you know. It’s over and done with and we’re just friends. We are friends, aren’t we? Maybe something more than friends, I guess. Ex lovers? Ew. I hate that word. Lovers. So gross. Well, then what are we? Just two souls swimming in a fish bowl…

Year after year. Day after day. Do you know that I put nearly a hundred thousand miles on my poor truck this year? Back and forth, up and down the country. I don’t have to tell you how exhausting it is. Fun, but exhausting. Rewarding, but not. I wonder how many people remember me after I leave? Does that family in New Haven think about me whenever they go into the basement and it’s no longer haunted? Is there a photo of me on a fridge in Wilmington where I saved that guy’s fiance from the vamp nest? Probably not. I’m sure people remember you - The Great Dean Winchester. The sexy hunter with the green eyes and the giant black car. You’re hard to forget. Also, you hang out with a giant. Tell Sam I said hi. 

I do remember that puke fest! And it’s green. It’s literally neon green. Fight me. 

We could probably write a book, you and me. ‘Winchester & Y/L/N Do America’. It’s a coffee table book with pictures of random diner signs and gas station bathrooms. Maybe a list of the country’s best french fry places. Shit like that. Let’s do it. I’ll call my literary agent in the morning. Ha!

SPARTA!! That’s where that damned sea glass shop was. It just hit me! Stupid brain. I swear, I’ve been hit in the head way too many times. Broken too many bones. I’m getting too old for this shit. Did you know that my left knee pops whenever I stand up now? Like, how old am I?? I can’t stand it. I need a month at a spa somewhere in the desert. That’d be nice. 

Damnit. I just got a call from Vinnie Alverez. Do you know him? Hunter out of Pittsburg. Anyway- he needs help on a job. Guess I’ll cut this letter short. Hopefully I’ll find a box to drop this in on the way to PA! 

Miss you. 

Sincerely yours, 

Y/N

P.S. - I do forgive you, Dean. Of course I do. Things were just too hard back then. Life didn’t want to cooperate for us. It’s not your fault. Not my fault. It just was. Please don’t carry that guilt in your heart. You deserve better than that. 

August 2

Dear Y/N- 

You’re a real character, you know that? Love the corporate letter. I’m in for the book by the way. Could be awesome. We do need a full chapter on onion rings though. Make a note. 

I heard about your hunt in Pittsburgh. Came through the grapevine that you kicked some serious wolf ass. Nice job, kid. Hope you’re being careful. I know how bullheaded and impulsive you can get when you’re in the zone. Just watch your back, OK? Promise me. Last thing I wanna hear is that you got your heart clawed out or you’re walking around with a demon in your ass. 

Demons. Haven’t seen so many running around lately. Queen Rowena’s been keeping them in check. So fucking weird that she’s in charge now. Not that I’m surprised- she’s a badass bitch. If I had a nickel for every ruler of hell I was friends with, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. The kids still say that, don’t they? See, I’m not old. I keep up with pop culture and shit. Started watching the tik toks. I still don’t get it, but I like the woodturning stuff. Thinking about taking up whittling. Maybe carve you a keychain so you stop losing them. 

I got a call for a job interview. Chickened out though. I don’t know if I’m ready to start all that, ya know? Start a real life in the real world- just seems- I don’t know, scary. Yeah, I’ve faced every deadly thing on this and other worlds but the idea of getting a 9 to 5 civilian job scares me. I’m some kinda fucked up, huh? 

I think about it a lot though. Getting a job, finding a little house somewhere, settling down. A little fenced in yard so Miracle can run around and dig up dirt. Might put a rocking chair on the porch and watch the clouds, some shit like that. Would you come visit me in my Barbie dream house? I’ll cook you breakfast every morning and you can rub my feet at night. Real cozy couple stuff. 

OK, so maybe I’m thinking about you more and more these days. Maybe I’m regretting leaving. Maybe I’m just an idiot daydreaming about meeting you somewhere in the middle and sweeping you off your feet. One of those running hugs that hurts when you collide but ends in a kiss that makes everything feel better. I’m a real romantic fuck, huh? I was digging through my drawers yesterday and I found a pair of your socks. Those tiny ones that barely covered your ankle. I don’t know why they were stuffed in the back of the dresser, but there they were. Dingy white socks with the pink threads on the toes. I’ll bring them to the beach when we meet up. 

Oh, Sam says hi and he hopes you’re good and he wants you to shoot him a text when you can. You can do what you want, but you better not mail him a letter. That’s just for me. God, my hand is cramping up. I’m not used to this. Oh, and you’re not alone. My knee creaks like a haunted house when I go up stairs now. And my right wrist pops, and my neck makes this weird almost squeaking sound, and my ass- well, I could go on, but just know you’re not alone. Kinda weird to think that we lived long enough to be this old, ain’t it? I never thought I’d live to be thirty and here I am staring down 42. Forty Fucking Two. Can you believe that shit? Goddamnit I got old. Let’s go find a nursing home together. Maybe we can get a double room- or a king sized bed?

Think about it. We could be cranky old people together. Losing our memories and shuffling around with walkers and shit. You’d look cute with white hair. And fuck, my beard’s already going gray. Should I grow out my beard? 

Write back soon. I really like seeing your letters in the box. 

Dean  x

My dearest Dean Winchester, it is with great happiness that I write this letter to you and I do hope that it finds you well and happy and all good things and I can’t keep this formal shit up. Ha!

Anyway- but yeah, things are good. I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but I was on a little trip around the continent. Headed up to Montreal for a bit. Killed some nasties, salted some bones, generally fucked around. My beloved truck crapped out in Burlington, Vermont, so I had to hang out there for a while and gather my resources to get a new vehicle. I think you’d like her. Green Ford Explorer from ‘94. OK, she’s not as sexy as the Impala, but she gets me where I need to go. Which, apparently, was Maine! I met up with some friends in Greenville. Cute little town full of witchcraft. So much fun. Also had a lobster roll on a pier… I swear to god, they plucked this thing right out of the water and slapped it on a buttered roll. You’d LOVE it. I’m gonna take you there someday. 

Speaking of- We need to make plans for Florida. I picked up a little bikini on my travels and I think I really need to show it off. Maybe you could be my bodyguard and keep the creeps away while I’m sunbathing? To repay you for your services, I’ll gladly let you take it off me at night…

Oh, and I’ve thought about this extensively, and I believe that you should, in fact, grow your beard out. Like, full on, bushy lumberjack beard. I can’t wait to see all that gray. You know I have a thing for older men… and you’ll always be older than me, Dean Winchester and don’t you forget it!

And for your information, I don’t lose my keys anymore! I got one of those… apple taggy things. Now I know where they are at all times. Can’t find my phone to find them sometimes, but that’s another issue. 

Two weeks later, I’m picking up my pen again. Sorry this is taking forever. Things are stupid busy. I wish I could just… put this fucking gun down and go live with you on a farm somewhere. Not a working farm, we wouldn’t keep pigs or anything because gross, but a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Big white house with a giant tree in the yard and a tire swing and a picket fence and a kid chasing the dog around and - 

Shit. Do you ever think about it? I do. A lot. More than I’d like to and it fucking cuts me up inside every time. I know we could never have kept it, and life- I mean- it just wasn’t meant to be. But I do think about it sometimes. Imagine if we’d just walked away from the life and tried to be a family? Impossible, I know. Maybe in another life. 

Shit, I’m sorry. Fuck. Ignore me. I haven’t slept in a while and I just

I want to see you. Can we meet somewhere? Wherever you want. I’ll come to you. 

~ Y/N 

Dear Dean, 

This is my second attempt at writing this. Crumpled up the first one because I’m an idiot. Am I an idiot? Did I piss you off with the last letter? I honestly didn’t mean to. I just- we said we’d be honest, and you’ve been so open in your letters that I thought it was ok to talk about, but I guess not. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have dug that stuff up. 

I’m so tired and stressed and I miss you so much. Since we’ve been writing back and forth it’s almost like I can’t stop thinking about you. I get so fucking excited to check the mail whenever I roll back into town. It’s like… I don’t know, it’s like Christmas every time I see your handwriting in my box. Remember the time you wrote your name on my thigh in Sharpie? That stayed on for like a week. I shoulda gotten it inked on. That’d be something, huh? Branded by a Winchester. 

Fuck, Dean, I really hope you’re not mad at me. I really want to call you, but we said we wouldn’t. Just write me back, please. 

I’ll be in your neck of the woods next week. Got turned onto a haunting up in Abilene. Maybe we can meet on the road somewhere? Please? 

Hey, did you know there’s a Hunter, Kansas? Wonder why they didn’t build the bunker there. I don’t know, made me laugh when I was looking at the map. 

Anyway- Please write me back. Or call. Or text. Or send a damned pigeon with a tiny letter taped to its foot. I don’t care, how, just do it please. Even if you’re mad at me and don’t want to talk anymore, I get it. But please. Just let me know, OK?

I’m sorry. 

Love, Y/N

Dear Y/N,

I didn’t know you and my brother were writing to each other like this, but I found your last few letters to him in his private P.O. Box. I didn’t even know he had one of his own, but I guess we all keep secrets from those we love. I hope you don’t mind that I read your letters. Not all of them, but the last two that came through. Please know that Dean would have responded if he could have, I know he would have. He talked about you a lot recently. Said you two were in contact and that he was hoping to find some time to meet you for a vacation. I don’t know where you guys were planning on going, but I found a new Hawiian shirt in his closet with the tags still on it. 

I know we spoke on the phone after he passed, but I wanted to send this to you. I was cleaning up his stuff and found his notepad. Looks like he’d started a letter before we left for Canton. I think he’d want you to have it. 

I’m closing up the Bunker soon. I don’t really know where I’ll go, but I can’t be here right now. Not without my brother. 

I’ll always be around if you need anything or want to talk. I’ll always answer the phone for you, Y/N. 

Be well,

Sam Winchester

Y/N/N, 

If I could take it back I would. Every fucking word. I think about it now and I know we made the wrong choice. I know we could have made it work if we tried. But we are both total fuck ups who can’t be normal. We just can’t. 

Forgive me

That’s dog slobber up there, not tears. Just fyi. Definitely not tears. I think I might have been a little drunk when I started writing and then well-

Anyway- Maine sounds awesome. We were there once but no time for lobster rolls. Guess I missed out. 

Not much to report since the last letter. Been kinda quiet here. But… I did apply for a job. Well, I filled out the application. Well, I started filling it out. It’s actually underneath this notepad right now. I’ll get to it. I will. I just need a good kick in the ass. Or maybe a pinch… wink wink

I absolutely think we need to get together. Pick some place stupid like the World’s Largest Frying Pan or South of The Border. I’ll meet you. Just say when. 

Guess this letter will take a little longer to finish. We’re leaving for Ohio in a little bit. There’s a buncha vampire dicks making a mess. Gonna take ‘em to batting practice. Show them my machete swing. I’ll give a full report when we’re back home

Dean Dean, 

I made it to the beach. It’s hot, like stupid hot. Had to stand in the water just to keep my toes from burning. I’ve been sitting here for hours trying to think of something to say, but all I can say is I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here with me. I wish things had been different. I wish and wish and wish. 

If I throw this into the ocean will it get to you somehow or will my words just wash away like the sand? 

I’ll see you again someday. I hope so, anyway. Let’s just pretend I’m destined for Heaven. I know you’re up there. You were too good not to be. You sacrificed so much, cared so much, saved so many people. I know you made it. If there’s any mercy in this universe, I’ll be up there someday too. Just don’t have too much fun without me. 

I love you, Dean. Always. 

Y/N

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[kakujis]

stay with me?;

a/n: a little continuation of this post. i love kakucho too much to not give him what he wants c’mon now. 😭 but why is it so sexy for (fictional)men to restrain themselves until they just can’t anymore n they jus go buck wild?? anyways, i put my entire p*ssy into this i hope u guys enjoy! like genuinely i lost my mind writing this jjdjdjd

ft: bonten!kakucho x afab!reader

wc: 4.1k, not proofread xd

warnings: dark content. afab fem!reader, sub!reader, somno, f!oral receiving, overstim, dacryphilia, praise, pet names, slight orgasm control, unprotected, creamp*e(i hate this word), multiple rounds, dubcon, jealousy, stalking, obsession, honestly the more i wrote this it became a bit of yan!kakucho lol. gets a little soft at the end. very self indulgent 💜

showering with your door unlocked wasn’t the dumbest thing you could do. okay, maybe it was…but you trusted kakucho to watch and take care of any danger while he was there.

fresh out of the shower, you finished putting lotion onto your skin, the cool cream sinking into the warmth of your skin. switching off your bathroom light as you leave, you glance at your bedroom door.

maybe.. you should say goodnight to him, he is going to be up all night. you walk over, goosebumps blooming as you rubbed your arms for warmth. why was it always so cold out of the shower?

you open your door and peek into the dimly lit living room. kakucho was there, sitting on your couch and reading a book. dressed in all black, he rested one leg up on his knee and under the light of lamp you thought he looked handsome, his black hair dangling in front of his face as he read some random book plucked off the shelf.

“kakucho..” you started, voice barely louder than a whisper. he glanced up immediately, concern etching his features and two tone eyes meeting yours. you gave a small smile, “good night and thanks for... all this,” you say, gesturing to his spot.

he blinks, before nodding, “no problem. boss’s orders anyway,” he smiles back at you, before waving you off. “go get some rest.”

you nod before slipping back into your room, closing the door behind you. you hesitate on the lock slightly before you forgo locking it, trusting in kakucho completely. he was different from the rest of bonten. his voice was gentle alongside his touches. he was sweet to you and you to him. he was the one you went to when you were upset or scared. in another life, under different circumstances, maybe you would’ve dated.

but you remember what he actually does every time he stumbles into your office, hands bloodied and eyes frenzied. you always patch him up, watching the rise and fall of his chest reminding you that he was alive and someone else wasn’t. it strikes fear into you every time, that someone so gentle and so sweet could still snuff the light out from someone else.

you wonder what he looks like in those moments. does he look as lost when he’s sitting on your desk, eyes far off and unfocused as you disinfect and bandage his wounds? or is his resolve unwavering, eyes locked as he stares down his target and pulls the trigger?

you shake your head, nows not the time to think about that. now is time for sleep, you had a long day ahead of you tomorrow. mikey’s list of tasks seemed to never end and you groaned thinking about the new stack of paper work that would grace your desk tomorrow morning.

you flopped into your bed, sinking down into your comforter and pillows. curling up under your blanket, you checked your phone one more time to see if you had any missing messages. you had just said goodnight to him, but seeing his name in your list of messages had you wanting to say it again.

y/n: kaku, i’m gonna sleep now. feel free to use whatever, whenever! sorry you have to stay up for me.

you waited a few moments, seeing if he’d respond. and he did, an immediate “read” underneath your message followed by his own:

kakucho: what’d i say earlier? don’t worry about it. you’re special to us.

y/n: you’re all special to me too. <3 goodnight.

kakucho: goodnight, y/n.

with that you closed your phone, placing it onto your nightstand before turning over. almost instantly, exhaustion took hold and you fell into a deep slumber.

-

the instant mikey mentioned that you could be in trouble, kakucho offered himself up. due to the increasing gang-conflict, you were assigned more body guards to escort you to and from home. not only that, but you had guards keeping watch outside your office day in and out.

as kakucho said, you were special to bonten. a shining, pearly light in the bleakness of bonten’s all consuming night. each executive held a place for you in their heart and each one had dreams of making you theirs, but kakucho.. bordered on obsession.

it started off innocent like holding the door open for you or grabbing an extra coffee on his way to work. if you were going to be a long time addition, he might as well get to know you. eventually, he started to relax in your company. he’d always visit your office at least once a day and you welcomed him, listening to his woes while venting some of your own. you were a breath of fresh air, the sweet scent of flowers, and being around you felt like a dream.. but then he started getting jealous.

jealous of the way you’d lightly tap on ran’s arm, giggling when he made a joke. jealous when you’d dance in rindou’s office, body swaying and humming to his music. jealous when he’d catch you sobering up sanzu, your body dangerously close to his as you pressed a water cup to his lips.

jealous of the way you’d always tell kokonoi how pretty his hair was and what he thought about your own. jealous when you’d light up takeomi’s cigarette for him without him even having to ask. jealous when you’d rub mochi’s shoulders after a long day, calling in someone to bring him a glass of wine. jealous of how every morning started with mikey and ended with mikey, as you were his secretary.

kakucho hitto was so fucking jealous of every single little thing you would do with anyone who wasn’t him. that’s when he started taking your things, little trinkets to keep you close, praying you’d keep your balcony door open every evening so he wouldn’t have to feel bad for breaking in. when he first followed you home, he didn’t even realize it. for some reason, you loved to take public transport home, as if you didn’t work for the most notorious gang in Japan. he was entranced by the way you moved, seemingly without a care in the world.

he caught himself when you turned back, the weight of his stare boring into you. he hid quickly, crouching behind a parked car. you shrugged it off and continued on, eventually making it to your small apartment home situated on the second story. he pondered over going back to his own place. he made it here, but what now? he couldn’t just knock on the door.

but then he heard something, the sound of a sliding door being opened. you stretched and sighed into the evening air, before heading back in. he came closer, until he decided to climb up onto your balcony. he dropped down, hiding behind your curtains. he peeked in, breath hitching as you started taking your clothes off before entering your room.

at the sound of running water and your bathroom door softly closing, he fully made his way in. he thought your apartment was cute, simple and small. the others probably would’ve had a fit knowing you lived so quaintly instead of bathing in luxury. but kakucho liked it anyway, running his hands along your walls and furniture, taking in deep lungfuls of your burning candle’s scent. god he wanted to make you his wife.

his pretty little housewife who would greet him home after a long day at work. his angel who would sit in his lap, pressing kisses to his forehead, murmuring, “let me take care of you, honey.” he yearned for it, his pretty baby fucked dumb on his bed every night.

when he first peered into your bedroom, he held back a groan as he saw your panties thrown onto the floor. your skirt was left haphazardly on your desk chair. while the rest of your clothes left a trail into the bathroom.

he felt guilty, you had no idea he was here. technically he was breaking in, but you had left everything so open. as if you were inviting him in just like you did with your office.

that night he stole his first pair of panties, shoving them into his pocket as he slipped out the way he came. heart pounding he walked away with his prize, albeit small in the grand scheme of things, but he couldn’t stop smiling, twirling the fabric in between his fingers. he came hard and fast that night inhaling your scent, he was addicted. he wanted more, your voice, your touch, your everything.

he started becoming a little more risky, first touching himself in your bedroom to opening your bathroom door slightly just to hear your singing as he jacked off into a used pair. it was never enough, he wanted, no, needed you underneath him squirming and writhing as he filled you up multiple times a night. he was getting restless and sooner or later he would finally get what he wanted: you.

that’s how he ended up here, the first one to watch over and protect you. his phone buzzed and he closed his book, reaching over to see who was texting him. he frowned when he realized it was the bonten group chat. what could they possibly want? he thought, opening up his messages.

mikey: we didn’t have time for a meeting today but who’s watching y/n tomorrow? kakucho can’t do it two nights in a row.

he tsk’d. he’d do this for the rest of his life if he had too, no questions asked.

kakucho: i don’t mind doing it tomorrow too.

mikey: no. you need rest, won’t be as reliable if you’re tired.

he bit his lip, tapping impatiently on his phone.

kakucho: i could just rest during the day.

mikey: i said no. it’s not an option. i don’t want anyone doing two nights in a row.

ran: i could probs do it or rin?

fuck. he grimaced, thinking about how ran wouldn’t hesitate to flirt with you. he remembers the day that he caught you letting ran sleep in your lap, your fingers running through his hair. not to mention, rindou, who already has you dancing in his office, you’d probably dance with him here too. at least, he thinks, it’s not sanzu. between the two brothers though, he’d probably hope for rindou.

mikey: sure, idc as long as someone does it.

rindou: i think i’m busy tomorrow night? have some stuff to clean up, it’s gonna have to be u ran

ran: alright lol

fuck. kakucho rubs his face, bouncing his leg as he sets his phone down. he paces the room, carefully trying to not wake you up. but the idea of ran flirting with you and you laughing, crinkling your nose, like you always do has him up the walls. would you playfully hit his arm like usual? would you let him touch you, hands trailing down your back? would you let him kiss you? god forbid, would you let him fuck you?

he runs a hand through his hair, his rage starting to consume him. there was one stream-line thought, hammering itself and taking hold of his brain: he has to be your first. he eyes the closed bedroom door. he’s done this before, he thinks, kicking off his shoes. just never while you’re actually in your bedroom. he takes a deep breath, before lightly placing his hand on the knob. slowly, he turns it, opening and entering into your room.

moonlight spills across your bed, illuminating your face in the dark. you snore softly, the exhaustion not only physical, but mental, wearing on you. the danger of having your brains blown out at any given moment loomed over you every day, suffocating every waking moment. you were on edge, always, and rightfully so. that’s why you felt safe with kakucho, utterly and completely safe. but that’s because you had never noticed the hurt in his eyes when you’d turn away from him. or the way his jaw tensed when you’d get “too close” to other executives. not once did you see the longing stares from across the room during meetings, too focused on writing down as many notes as you could hanging onto every word.

so you slept, peaceful and content, completely unaware that your protector was longing to keep you pinned underneath him as he had his way with you. if only you knew the things that he would do to you. slowly, he crept towards your dozing figure. your bed dipped as he came closer, a gloved hand pulling down your blanket. you twitched and he paused, watching as you made a little noise in response to the sudden cold shift.

his heart was pounding as he left light touches, ghosting over your exposed skin. he hooks a finger under your waistband, inching down your pajama shorts. he removes one glove, his hands burning with desire to truly feel you before he uses one finger to trail down the length of your clothed cunt.

you stir once more and he pauses again. is he really doing this? there’s no way you wouldn’t wake and yet he can’t find it in him to care. so he continues, gently carressing your core, every so often glasting over your thighs. little moans and mewls came from you and kakucho could feel his patience thinning. he wanted to take his time, explore every inch of you, but if just those small touches could get you writhing underneath him what would happen if he did more?

removing his other glove and casting it onto the floor, he starts to remove your panties. he throws them near his gloves, a reminder to take them for later. settling himself in between your thighs, he presses a kiss to your pussy. his breath is hot as he licks a stripe from your hole to clit. hooking his arms around your thighs, he holds you in place as you start to squirm in your sleep. he spreads your folds, admiring your pretty pussy before he dives back in, eagerly licking at your clit.

he watches you through half lidded eyes as your features contort, your mouth a small “o”. he switches between sucking on your clit like it’s candy and burying his tongue deep inside curling up against your walls. you eyelids flutter as you wake, drool dribbling down your chin.

“wha- ah!” you gasp, roused from sleep with hands shooting down and tugging onto his dark locks. he groans, brows knitting as he continues fucking you on his tongue.

your vision is blurry, only the moonlight that seeps in through the window illuminating your view. but you see him, eyes lidded, looking up at you in nigh worship, as he licks and kisses and slurps at your arousal.

“k-kakucho?” you stutter out, “fuck, what are you-“ you’re interrupted again, as he slips a finger, then two into your dripping cunt.

“cum for me, pretty girl.” he murmurs against you, his fingers brushing against parts of you that set your legs trembling. you try to resist at first, confusion tumbling through your brain, but with one more curl of his fingers you release, eyes rolled back, toes curling and body shaking. kakucho keeps his mouth on you, lost in the taste of your fluids until he feels you pushing on his shoulders.

“t-too much, kaku, s-stop,” you pant, tears pricking at your eyes. he pulls away, reluctantly, a sticky line of spit and cum trailing from your pussy to his lips follow him as he inches forward, suddenly crashing his lips into yours.

you taste yourself on his lips, melting into the kiss. he kisses you deep, before pulling away and peppering kisses onto your jawline and neck. it’s messy, wet, and you’re still dazed from your post orgasm high. it’s odd to think about how you were peacefully sleeping not too long ago and maybe this is still a dream? it certainly feels like it, your head light and fuzzy as kakucho kisses every inch of your face.

it’s not until you feel something blunt and hard rubbing in between your folds that you snap out of your dream-like state. he’s undressed himself now, his clothes mixing with yours as if he really did live there. as if you two really did belong to one another. glancing down, you see his cock, hard and angry, pre-cum glistening on his tip.

he lines himself up with your hole and you start with a “wait-“, but he doesn’t listen, slowly sinking into your cunt. you moan at the stretch, gripping the sheets underneath you. “kakucho, i told you-“

“i can’t fuckin’ wait! okay?” he snaps and you flinch, diverting your eyes from him. he grips your chin, digging into your skin and forcing you to look back at him. desperation fills not only his eyes but his voice, “do you know how long i’ve wanted this?”

he continues rambling as he pushes into you, “do you know how fucking hard it was to watch you every day knowing that you weren’t coming home to me? every fucking day where you’d turn away from me to look at someone else? to be with someone else?”

it’s the way he words it as if you really were seeing someone else, completely aware of his feelings for you or maybe it’s the vitriol laced in each word that sends a creeping blush up on your face. he sounded so mean, completely different from the tender tone you had known. honestly, you kind of liked it.

you claw at his arms, back arching off the bed as he sinks deeper. “you’re fucking mine,” he says through grit teeth as he bottoms out. “all fucking mine.” he presses his forehead to you, hips flush against yours. “fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

he pulls himself until he’s almost completely out and you whine at the loss. he mumbles, “i’ll give you what you want, pretty girl.” right before he slams himself back in.

you gasp as he starts fucking you, his pace brutal and unforgiving, you were his and he was going to make sure you knew that. pushing your knees up to your chest your eyes roll back again because he’s just so deep. the drag of your walls around his leaking cock is euphoric. he drinks in all of your mewls and moans as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside you, love drunk on the sound of your voice.

“‘m close,” you rasp, looking up at him through glassy eyes. “p-please kaku, can i?”

“can you what baby? be specific.” he tuts, but his head is spinning and his heart is swelling.

“kaku, please, i wanna cum,” you babble, tongue lolling out of you slightly. he slows down to a full stop and you desperately try to grind back against him. “please! please, i want it!” you cry, tears starting to freely fall down your pretty face.

“yeah honey? you wanna cum on my cock?” he coos and you nod vigorously, “then tell me who you belong to, who gets to fuck you like this?”

“you! i belong to you, kaku, only you,” you sniffle up at him and he smiles, finally starting to move again. you wrap your arms around him as he angles himself so he can hit that spot that has you seeing stars with each thrust.

snaking a hand down to play with your clit, you sob out, as he rubs sticky circles. you’re so close the added stimulation has you clenching and dripping around him. “let go, princess.” he says, and you do, falling apart on him. legs kicking wildly, your pussy squeezes down on him and he follows you soon after, thick, hot seed spilling deep into your cunt.

he pushes himself up, leaning back and gently pulling out. wincing at the loss, you turn onto your side, curling up on yourself, too exhausted to care about the amount of cum not only leaking out of you but splashed onto your bed and thighs. your hair sticks to your sweaty forehead, you feel full and utterly spent.

you close your eyes, trying to calm your breathing as your body continues to twitch from post orgasm, little hiccups escaping your mouth here and there. the calm doesn’t last long and soon you feel a hand on your hip, flipping you onto your stomach. you wail, gripping the sheets, as you feel kakucho pull you back to slip into you, again.

“i wasn’t done with you,” he growls, leaning down to press his chest against your back. you can’t really talk much at this point, brain mushy and fuzzy, so you whimper out a small “mm.”

he wraps his arm around your neck, keeping you in a near chokehold as he pistons into you. the squelch of fluids and the slapping of skin fills the room once more. something about the way he fucks you is different now, his thrusts are sloppy, needy and his moans tickle your ear.

“i love you,” he chants, “i really fucking love you.” you don’t know what to say, pleasure taking over you again, so you ignore the little voice in the back of your head screaming to say it back and moan into his arm.

he moves his free hand down to hook behind your knee, sliding it up to spread your legs further. you try to keel up into him, one hand grabbing at arm curled around your neck, but he has you caged. you’re almost entirely sure you’re drooling over his arm. with your head tilted towards him, you glance up with glassy eyes, mouth open and panting.

you think he looks pretty like this, looking down at you, brows knit. you’re not sure if you love him, but you do love the way his dick slides in and out of your tight hole. “f-feels good,” you slur, “feels so, ah!, good,” you can feel your orgasm blooming again, heat bubbling in your gut.

“gonna cream on my cock again?” he grunts, thinking how after this there’s no way you wouldn’t be his wife… right?

“yeah, ‘m gonna cum,” you mewl and kakucho’s thrusting his tongue into your mouth. the added stimulation is enough and you’re both unravelling. your eyes cross with the intensity of your orgasm, as your entire body shakes. he can feel you squeezing down and milking his cock as you moan into each other.

your head lolls onto the bed as kakucho’s grip loosens. he buries his face into your neck and you stay like this for a bit, heavy breaths and sticky bodies. he gently pulls out as he rolls over, one arm draped over his forehead.

you’re not sure you would look down even if you had the strength, your body limp. but you can feel it, you can feel his cum seeping out of your cunt. your bed is probably a mess.

you prop yourself up onto your elbows as best you can, “that… was the last time… for tonight, okay?” you pout. you'd probably actually pass out if he wanted to go again.

he moves his arm off, sitting up immediately. his look is incredulous, maybe even hopeful, “for tonigh-“

“or ever!” you interrupt, reaching for him and wincing. “oh, ow.” your entire body is aching so you opt for curling in on yourself again.

“… sorry,” he says sheepishly, one hand on his neck, “i didn’t mean to-“

“you don’t have to lie, i know you did.” you mumble, peeking up at him.

shame crashes over him and he gets up to get dressed, trying to not look at you. i fucked up, he thinks, until you grab his wrist and he looks down at you, a blush tinting his features. funny, as if he didn’t almost just fuck the life out of you.

you spread your arms, a blush on your face as well, “stay with me?” except it sounds more like a command than a question. and he does, getting back onto the bed and melting into your embrace.

he moves and positions you so that you’re resting with your head against his chest. he trails your lower back with his hand absently, making small shapes across your skin. it’s quiet, cozy, and there’s so many things you want to ask before you drift off into sleep, but he speaks first.

“could you do me a favor?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your head. you can’t see it, but there’s a smile gracing his face. you're warm and everything he wants.

“mm, sure?” you reply, sleepiness starting to overtake you.

“tell mikey you wanna stay at my place tomorrow.”

[hairstevington]

Do I wanna know?

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Somewhere in the multiverse, there is a world where everyone has a choice - If you had the option of reading a list of everyone who's ever been in love with you, would you do it?

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Modern day AU sort of?? It's not based in realism, just go with it. Best friends to lovers, Robin & Steve & Eddie all live together because I said so, mutual pining, fluff, confession of feelings, lots of denial but they figure it out eventually

A/N: This idea came to me during my stats class, and then it became very difficult to continue focusing on my stats class. (I wrote it as soon as we were dismissed lol). Enjoy this cute little Steddie one shot! Ao3 link here :)

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“Dude, did you see what they just announced?” Steve asked as he played video games with Eddie.

“Yeah, it’s some wild shit,” Eddie replied. “How is it even possible?”

“I think it’s fake,” Robin called from the kitchen as she made them all pizza rolls. 

“Not fake,” Steve insisted. “I was reading about it on the internet and a bunch of people are saying it’s legit.”

“Well, if you read it on the internet, it must be true,” Robin remarked sarcastically. 

“Whatever,” Steve said. “I’m gonna get mine and find out.”

The deal was that, somehow, everyone had the option of getting a list of statistics about their lives. It was advertised with a variety of categories to look through - some of them could have been retrieved through bank statements and background checks, like the number of countries visited, money spent, etc. Other categories (let’s be real, the most intriguing categories), were far more mysterious.

Number of near-death experiences. Every book you’ve read, with a total word count. And, the most exciting of the bunch - How many people have been in love with you, and who.

“Don’t waste your money or your time,” Eddie said with a roll of his eyes. “It’s bullshit. Probably just another way for the government to squeeze more money out of us.”

“Come on, it’s not some conspiracy, Eds,” Steve replied. “I’m just curious, that's all.”

“Oh, I bet,” Robin chimed in. “Just be honest and admit you want to know about the love thing. You and your ego, Dingus.” Steve smiled. He couldn’t argue with her.

“As if you’re not also dying to read yours,” he countered. 

“I’m pretty sure mine would just hurt my feelings,” Robin said with a sigh. “Robin Buckley - loved by her platonic soulmate Steve Harrington and Creepy Carl from band camp.” Eddie snickered.

“Carl wasn’t that creepy,” he said. 

“You’re only saying that because you were also kind of creepy in high school,” she replied. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Eddie responded with a shrug. “But I think I speak for all former creeps when I say we were just socially stunted and awkward. Most of us grew up to be half-decent people.”

“Way to humble brag,” Steve teased. 

“I’m bragging by saying I’m half-decent?” Eddie replied. Steve laughed and nodded. Meanwhile, Robin quickly scrolled through her phone until she stumbled across what she was looking for with a gasp.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Creepy Carl’s most recent post is about how the patriarchy is a myth.” Steve laughed again and pushed Eddie playfully. Eddie flopped over on the couch and groaned.

“Dammit, Carl, I was rooting for you!” he joked. 

“We were all rooting for you, how dare you!” the three of them shouted in unison. 

That was, of course, a reference to America’s Next Top Model, which Robin showed the boys clips of one night during a rant about the toxicity and absolute batshit nature of early 2000s reality TV. That quote, for whatever reason, stuck. They had a lot of inside jokes like that.

This is how life had been for the three of them the last few years. They’d become best friends straight out of high school, then all moved in together. Life was comfortable and nice. 

-

Steve somehow convinced Robin that they would both get their lists together. Eddie, on the other hand, downright refused.

“I don’t need any of that shit,” he insisted. “It’s not gonna do me any good, and I’m perfectly fine staying in the dark.”

“Okay, I get it,” Steve said, holding his hands up. “You’re scared and lame, that’s totally okay.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, dickhead,” he replied. “This whole thing is stupid anyway. And - and it’s not like we can seriously trust whatever it says. It’s probably just…all lies, anyway.”

“Yeah, but they’re fun lies,” Robin countered. “It’s like hearing gossip about your own life.”

“Exactly!” Steve agreed. “It’s just for fun.”

“Have your fun, then,” Eddie said devilishly. “I’ll be in my room, not being an idiot.”

Robin and Steve put their names and date of birth into a search engine and, within five minutes, each had their respective documents in their inboxes. Steve opened his immediately and eagerly, skipping past all the boring shit until he found the good stuff. 

Number of people who have had crushes on Steve Harrington: 436.

Number of people who have been in love with Steve Harrington: 85.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, looking at the long list of names. He looked up from his phone to see Robin staring at the wall. “Why aren’t you reading?”

“I don’t think I can do it,” she said. “I’m chickening out.” Steve scoffed. 

“What? Robs, come on. You already ordered the damn thing.”

“Yeah, but -” She sighed. “But now it’s, like, real.”

“Do you want me to read yours for you?” he asked. She shook her head. 

“No, I think I’m just going to keep it unread for now,” she decided. Steve shrugged.

“Okay, if that’s what you want.” Robin scooted herself over on the couch so she could look at Steve’s phone screen. 

“Wait, they even have crushes on there?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Jeez, Harrington. That’s quite the list.” Steve smirked, realizing it very much did give him an ego boost. He continued scrolling to see even more categories.

Number of people Steve Harrington has had a crush on: 63.

Jesus, Steve thought to himself. That’s kind of embarrassing. In his defense, some of them were celebrities. He continued reading.

Number of people Steve Harrington has been in love with: 3.

Steve didn’t even have to read the list to know who was on it. He quickly clicked his phone off before Robin could see.

“Hey!” she said. “What was that for? It’s not like there are any secrets between us.”

“No, I just - I’ll read it later,” Steve said. 

Robin would usually be right. She was almost completely right. It’s just that Steve had one secret. And it wasn’t even really a secret, it was just something he kept to himself, because it didn’t really matter. 

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

He had barely admitted it to himself, honestly. It’s not like anything would happen. Him and Eddie were best friends, and if something was going to happen between them, it would have already happened. Now, they were too close, and living together. It was different. It didn’t matter. Besides, Robin was on his list, and he wasn’t running off to date her.

Steve put his phone away and didn’t check the list again for a couple days. 

-

“So, how’s the list?” Eddie asked one morning as he made a pot of coffee. “You haven’t said anything about it.” Steve shrugged.

“It’s like a million pages long,” Robin chimed in. Eddie clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“That’s not surprising,” he said. “It’s a shame Harrington isn’t much of a reader. It might take him years to get through.” Steve glared at Eddie, who grinned in response.

“Are you ever going to stop poking fun at me about that?” he wondered. 

“Aaaaabsolutely not,” Eddie replied. “Steve, The Hobbit is 310 pages. 310. Even one page a day you would have been done in a year, and you’re still not done.”

“Okay, listen,” Steve responded defensively. “It’s not my kind of book, alright?”

“He likes the ones with the pictures,” Robin teased. Eddie laughed and high-fived her. 

“Wooow, okay,” Steve replied. “I see how it is. I’m just gonna grab my cereal and go, then.”

“Nooo, don’t leave on our behalf,” Eddie said.

“We’re soorrrryyyyyy,” Robin added. Steve chuckled and shook his head. 

“Whatever,” he resigned. “I haven’t read the damn list. Not all of it, anyway.” Robin’s ears perked up.

“But you’ve read some of it, right?” she asked. “Spill!”

“Just the first ten names or so,” Steve said. He had gotten a glimpse when he skimmed over it the first time. “I think it’s in chronological order.”

“Anyone surprising?” Eddie wondered. Steve shook his head. 

“No,” he said. “Although it did confirm my suspicion that Katie Crystal was into me, after all.”

“I’m thinking maybe I should read mine,” Robin said quietly.

“Yeah, well duh,” Eddie replied. “You paid for it.”

“It’s just - it’s not a big deal, right?” Steve looked at Eddie to survey his reaction. Eddie just shrugged. “It’s like you said, Eds. We don’t even know if it’s accurate.”

Steve didn’t really know if all of it was accurate, but some of it sure as shit was.

“Exactly,” Eddie agreed. “So, Steve, there’s a chance that Katie Crystal actually hated your guts. Who’s to say?”

Steve rolled his eyes. Another few days passed. 

Robin flip-flopped between whether or not she wanted to read her list every few hours or so. Steve and Eddie placed their bets on how long it would take her to crack. 

Meanwhile, Steve counted his lucky stars that Eddie decided not to buy his list. It was clear that they were bros and nothing more, so Eddie finding out would have made everything incredibly weird.

This was for the best.

-

Things carried on as they usually did, until one day Steve was so bored, he decided to revisit the godforsaken document. Plus, he’d been on a few dates that ended in disaster, and reading about the hundreds of people that were into him was bound to put him in good spirits.

He had no idea just how right he was.

The names were all relatively normal. Steve tended to know when girls had a thing for him, especially back in high school. There were some names he didn’t recognize, which meant that there were total strangers crushing on him. He wondered how that was even possible. Like, at that point, they were just basing it on looks and vibes alone. 

Eh. Steve had crushes on people in the past over less. He kept reading.

He made his way down the list until he reached Eddie’s name. He read it again and again to make sure he was seeing it right. 

Eddie had said repeatedly that this thing could be total bullshit, though. Steve had to take it all with a grain of salt. Besides, crushes meant nothing. Hell, Steve was pretty sure Eddie had mentioned once that he thought Steve was hot when they first became friends. 

Steve made his way to the list of people who’d loved him. None of the names mattered except one. 

Eddie Munson. 

“Oh, shit,” Steve muttered. “Oh, shit!” He jumped up out of bed and paced the floor. He had no idea what to do with this information.

It could be bullshit. It could be nothing. 

Or maybe, Eddie had kept saying it was bullshit because he knew what Steve would find. 

“OH MY GOD.”

Robin came bursting into Steve’s room a few moments later. 

“What? What’s going on?” she said. She looked to see his phone on the floor and his hands in his hair. “Oh my god, you read it! What was it? What’s got you all freaked out?”

“I gotta - uhh - I gotta -” He didn’t know how to finish that sentence with Robin in the room. He had to find Eddie - that’s what he had to do. But his head was spinning too much to do so. 

“That’s it. I’m gonna read mine right now,” Robin decided. She swiftly left to go back to her room while Steve continued to pace. 

“Holy shit,” he said to himself. He thought about it for a few minutes, scrawled something on a piece of paper, and then walked down the hall to Eddie’s room.

Eddie opened the door a few inches, still wearing his sweatpants. He hadn’t left his room yet that day, but his guitar was lying on his bed, which meant he’d been practicing. 

“What’s up?” Eddie asked. 

“I finished the list,” Steve replied. Eddie’s jaw clenched just enough for Steve to notice, and then he shrugged. 

“And?” Steve continued to look at Eddie until he broke his composure. He sighed, then opened his door wider. “Come in,” he said. 

Steve had been in Eddie’s bedroom a million times. They’d watched movies in there and stayed up all night talking and smoked together and dear sweet lord I am so dumb for never noticing.

“Is it bullshit?” Steve asked. Eddie started spinning the ring on his middle finger anxiously, refusing to make eye contact.

“Uhh, is what bullshit?” Eddie replied. Steve put his hands on his hips and cocked his head. 

“Come on, you know what I’m talking about,” he said. “I just - is it bullshit? Tell me the truth.”

Eddie stared at him for a few long moments before gently shaking his head. 

“It’s not bullshit.”

Steve’s hands fell back to his sides, and he felt himself get lightheaded. 

“It’s -” he began, struggling to find the words. He cleared his throat. “Wow, I uh -”

“It doesn’t matter, though,” Eddie interjected. “Just so you know. I like what we have. We’re, ya know, we’re friends. Roommates.”

“Do you still -?” Steve started to ask. He noticed Eddie’s eyes flooded with fear, a sight he rarely saw. “I mean, do you still?”

“Steve, I -” Eddie began, his voice tired. “I really, uh. I don’t know what to say.” 

Steve dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper he’d ripped from his notebook. He held it out for Eddie to take, and when Eddie didn’t reach for it, Steve stepped closer and stuffed the page right into Eddie’s hand. 

“Read it,” Steve encouraged.

“What is it?”

“It’s your list.” Eddie’s faced scrunched with confusion. “Yeah, I made it myself.” 

“I told you, I don’t wanna know,” he said, trying to give the paper back to Steve.

“Trust me, you do.”

Eddie sighed, then unfolded the paper and read it. 

People who are in love with Eddie Munson:

-Me

-(Steve Harrington)

Steve waited and watched Eddie’s eyes travel up and down the page, similar to the way Steve’s had when he read Eddie’s name on his own list. Finally, Eddie looked up. 

“Really?” he asked, his voice soft. Steve smiled and nodded. 

“Really.”

In that moment, they both knew this changed everything, and yet it changed nothing at all. They’d just skipped a bunch of steps of dating - blown past the getting-to-know-you stage straight into living together and doing all the domestic shit. 

Eddie and Steve each stepped toward the other until their hands met. 

“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!”

Robin’s voice pierced through their intimate moment and completely obliterated it. The boys glanced at each other in confusion and then ran out to see what Robin was yelling about. 

She was already out the front door by the time they got to the kitchen. If this were a cartoon, she would have left behind a cloud of smoke. 

“What do you think that’s about?” Steve asked. Eddie felt his phone buzz and checked it to find Robin had texted a screenshot to the household group chat. He smirked.

“Vicki’s on her list,” Eddie said. Steve chuckled, happy that everyone managed to find their happy ending. 

“You know what that means?” Steve asked. 

“That you owe me 20 bucks?” Eddie teased.

“Well, that," Steve replied. "But is also means we’re alone in the apartment for a while." Eddie grinned and took Steve by the hand. 

“I like the way you think.”

They ran to Steve’s room together, and if the confession of love hadn’t already changed everything, sleeping together certainly did.

It was the good kind of change, though. The kind that moved mountains and cleared all the clouds from the sky. 

At last, the idiots were together. All it took was years of denial and one payment of $44.49.

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[itaehynz]

Since ur taking requests, I was thinking of an angsty story where reader confesses to best friend/fwb Taehyun, but gets rejected, then spend some years away from eachother but when Taehyun comes crawling back, reader gives him a taste of his own medicine. Sorry if this makes no sense lol

⌗ smoking out the window — k.th﹒ ʬʬʬ

‣‣ pairing: kang taehyun x reader.

‣‣ genre: angst, fluff, nsfw/suggestive, fwb 2 strangers x2.

‣‣ warnings: more than a little nsfw, implications of sex, profanity, taehyun is immature at the start, kissing, lmk if i missed some!

‣‣ word count: 2.5k

it’s been a few minutes of both of you’s moans bouncing off the walls surrounding you. taehyun begins heavy panting just as he pulls out, “yn, that was amazing. wow.” he says while rubbing small yet soothing circles into your thigh.

he places a warm kiss on your lips & brings his hand to rub the nape of your neck while slowly bringing your head into his chest. “yn, i actually love you. that has got to be the best sex i’ve ever had, like truly.” you giggle into his chest, getting this sudden feeling bubbling up in your chest. you’re not sure if it’s just because of the post-orgasm relief or something else.

definitely something else.

as you let out a shaky breath, taehyun raises his head from yours & looks down at you, “baby what’s wrong? something on your mind?”, he asks before placing another gentle kiss in the crown of your head. “yeah, it’s nothing though so don’t worry hyun.” “no, talk to me. i’m open to talk about anything, you know this.” you blink away your tears & move away from him to sit up on your bed.

“it’s just, you know how we said, we can do this friends with benefits shit with no strings attached? or no feelings involved, whatever the fuck we agreed to?” he nods, “yeah well, um,” you sniffle slightly, “i have feelings for you tae.” he blinks a couple times before it hits him. “what?” he says in a passive aggressive tone, “yn, i already told you there can be no feelings involved in this shit. and, if you’re joking it’s not funny.” “tae, i really do wish i was joking but i’m not, i’m really sorry-“

“yn, sorry doesn’t make up for it! i don’t give a shit what you’re sorry for… i can’t continue this. i’ve made it obvious that i don’t feel shit for you, i don’t know how you can be so oblivious of it but yeah. i feel absolutely nothing for you & i never will.”, now you’re pissed. there’s no way he just broke your heart & insulted you in the same sentence.

“taehyun are you fucking serious? i’m oblivious? and you’ve made it obvious?! taehyun. after every fucking time we’ve had sex you bought me food, bathed me, washed my hair and even DURING SEX you’ve called me baby, told me you’ve loved me on multiple occasions and also fucking said you’d do “anything” for me. so i’m sorry if i thought you genuinely meant all of that and wanted to be with me!”

“i’m leaving.” he says while getting up & putting his clothes on. “okay but i’m not finished talking to you? you cannot be seriously walking out in the middle of this— whatever the fuck this is!” he shoots a disgusted glare at you, “i’m finished talking to you, yn. as soon as i leave, cut off all contacts you have with me. i’m done with this and i refuse to look at you right now.” he says as he begins to walk towards your front door, “goodbye yn.”

wow, your friendship with him ended just like that.

yn: you can’t be serious taehyun, are you?

tae <3: serious as ever, don’t text me again. block me.

yn: ….dude.

*this message cannot be sent.*

“fucking asshole.” you breathe out before blocking his number & flopping back down on your bed. tears begin welling up in your eyes again as you turn over into your pillow & begin to sob.

as your breathing becomes more and more rigid, you begin contemplating on every single moment you’ve shared with taehyun. the sweet ones, the unforgettable ones and the intimate ones. he’s always treated you as if you were the most beautiful person in his eyes yet he left with no visible signs of hesitation. you trusted him, you thought he wouldn’t leave you ever… but he did. all those years of friendship down the fucking drain and for what? because taehyun didn’t feel the same way you did. bullshit.

the words he said to you were completely unkind, disrespectful and unexpected, you should’ve seen it coming though… why would anyone feel that way about you? especially taehyun, he’s always had his priorities straight, his goals set, every achievement he’s accomplished is because he’s been so in sync with his emotions and his mind but, is that what he really needed? it’s okay to be reckless sometimes, which is why he started messing around with you.

you’re 100% sure he said there should be no feelings involved and everything you both do is for the considerations of your own pleasures and desires, not to catch feelings. you don’t know what came over you but you fucked it all up. but there’s no going back now, no more taehyun, no more ‘friends with benefits’ stuff. friends with benefits is what broke your heart… no. taehyun is who broke your heart.

don’t let it happen again.

4yrs later.

“fuck i need to get ready.” as you rise up from your afternoon nap, sighing at the thought of a hangover and possibly vomiting everywhere.

it’s been around two years since that whole situation with tae— (don’t remember), never mind. just focus on getting dressed.

you scroll through your contacts looking for your best friend’s name, ‘ah there we go’ pressing their contact and clicking facetime. you see they’re in the middle of getting dressed just as you’re brushing your teeth and fixing your hair. you converse with them for a while before it’s time for you to shower, you hang up the phone telling them you’ll text them when you’re almost ready so they can pick you up from your house and drive you both to the club.

it’s been a little easier to take your mind off of things ever since you last had a “relationship”, which ended poorly. that doesn’t really matter anymore because you’ve moved on, becoming a better and smarter person. making wiser decisions, being careful of who you’re dealing with and making tons more money. you have everything in order and you feel like nothing can get in your way, you’re unstoppable.

as you finish these shower thoughts, you step out and begin searching for clothes, you choose a nice outfit that seems to fit your shape well and begin texting your friend letting them know you’re almost ready. you don’t know what you have planned for tonight but you do know that you’re going to have the most fun you’ve had in a while. work’s been tiring and it’s not as if your home life has been any better, online classes, bills, and more. tonight is the night you’re going to forget all of that and party till you feel like it’s time to stop.

you grab your keys, your bag and quickly begin putting on your shoes to head out. you check yourself one more time before jogging to your door & leaving.

you’re not letting anything stop you tonight.

nothing is getting in your way.

(don’t remember, forget it all.)

you’ve arrived at the club and you’re doing exactly what you said you would. partying till your feet fall off, you’ve had a couple drinks, feeling a little tipsy but not drunk enough to not function, of course. your friend is practically babysitting you as they dance right next to you making sure you don’t get taken away by some stranger or something, but you’re not that dumb.

you’ve been seeing a familiar figure looking at you but you’re too lost in your mind to care. it can’t possibly be someone you know or someone you used to know right? no, that’s insane. anywho, you walk back over to the bar asking for another drink, ‘still too sober’ you think to yourself.

‘they’re still looking at me…’ eh, it doesn’t matter. keep drinking. you say your casual ‘thank you’ to the bartender and sit down with your friend, conversing for a minute before going back on the dance floor.

(it’s him. ignore him, yn.)

‘it’s who?’ you think to yourself, slightly squinting at the figure who’s staring back at you. the magenta and blue lights flickering and shining above them is giving you some sort of light source, but not enough to fully make out who they are.

shrugging it off and making them out to be a random stranger who just thinks you look nice, you go back to dancing with your friend with a small glass of whatever in your hand.

feeling a little bit more tipsy than before, you begin walking over to the bathroom to go pee or unleash whatever bodily fluids out of your body before you do your business in the wrong place (which would be quite embarrassing). as you walk into the bathroom, you rush over to the last stall as you feel your bladder going out of control. quickly using the bathroom, not wanting to waste any time, you flush the toilet and walk over to begin washing your hands.

not taking too long, you walk out of the bathroom and see an unknown figure talking to your friend. thinking it’s someone that they found interest in, you make your way back over to the dance floor just as a slightly familiar voice calls your name.

it’s the person talking to your friend, your friend motions you over and thinking nothing of it, you walk over as any normal person would. the person talking to your friend has familiar facial features but you can’t really put your finger on who it is… judging by their voice, it’s obviously a boy. he has pink hair, cat-like features and gentle eyes. he almost reminds you of… no. he is.

“taehyun?” you say with obvious shock in your voice, seeing him made you sober somehow. unable to form any other words you begin looking him up and down, seeing how much his body has changed. he’s more muscular now, features more defined, he’s grown up very well. the last time you saw him you were around 18, now you’re 22.

he’s more than likely the same age as you which isn’t a surprise, but seeing him stand right in front of you definitely is a big shocker. “yeah, it’s me. can i talk to you for a minute?” his voice is much deeper too. “uhh,” you look over at your friend and they catch your eyes motioning their hand in a ‘scurry off’ manner. “yeah sure, we can talk i guess…”, you both begin walking away from your friend and stand in a slightly quiet corner just a few meters away from the dance floor.

“i really wanna apologize, for everything i put you through 4 years ago. it was childish of me to handle the situation the way i did and i’m really sorry. can we possibly try again? i know i don’t really sound sincere but i really do mean what i’m saying”, he ends his sentence off with a large sigh.

you stare at him in shock but also in awe, “i forgive you tae, you know i’ve never been one to hold grudges. yes, we can try again but same rules apply okay?”, “okay, thank you for giving me another chance, i’ll be better this time”, he says with a gentle smile. “tae, i never said the sex wasn’t good… it was just how you reacted to… you know.” “haha yeah… i know, i’m really sorry for that yn, truly.” “it’s fine don’t worry about it, i’m over it.”

(no you aren’t, this is your chance to get back at him.)

taehyun goes in to hug you and you accept his embrace. you hug him back and pull away with a tight-lipped smile, “let’s go back over before my friend thinks i murdered you or something…” “ahah, okay,” you both begin walking back over and continue chatting it up for the rest of the night, catching each other up on everything that has happened in your lives.

2wks later.

nostalgic. is what you’re feeling when you and taehyun are once again in your room for a not-so-weekly sex session, taehyun wasn’t lying when he said he would be “better” but wow… this is fucking amazing. half way into your fourth orgasm, taehyun grabs your face slightly rough and kisses you.

it feels as if you’re in a relationship with him, but you’re not. this is purely for your “pleasures and desires”. you remember what you said though, “same rules apply”, you meant that. just as taehyun begins groaning into your mouth, basically giving you a signal that he’s close to his orgasm, you feel your orgasm slowly crawling up your body.

both of your moans begin bouncing off the walls of each other’s mouths, your nails clawing down taehyun’s back and his hips brutally thrusting into yours at the same pace he’s kept all this time. he’s slowly but surely slowing down, while also rubbing small but gentle circles in your hips.

he pulls out of you, also separating his mouth from yours, there’s a string of saliva when he pulls away which feels slightly intimate. he moves his hand on your hip to your stomach & rubs gentle circles into the lower part of it, “you okay?” he asks in the sweetest tone you’ve ever heard him speak in, “yes tae, i’m fine thank you.” you both sit in a silence for a few seconds before taehyun speaks up.

“yn, i have something to tell you,” he says as a feeling of remorse creeps up on him, “what is it, love?” you say looking over at him with gentle eyes. “you know how we agreed to keep the same rules from last time? well um,” he gulps, “i have feelings for you, yn.” nostalgia, this feels familiar because last time you were the one saying this.

“taehyun, i told you same rules apply, i meant that.” “i know but, i can’t hold these in anymore, i genuinely have feelings for you and i want to pursue a relationship with you.” you feel guilty for what you’re about to say but… fuck it. “i don’t care taehyun, i don’t have feelings for you and i’m not letting you try to make me feel anything for you. i told you “same rules apply” because i knew this would happen. but no, i don’t feel anything for you tae, i’m sorry.”

he stares at you with slight tears in his eyes but he knew this would happen. “it’s fine, i’ll leave,” “please do, also, we can’t continue this anymore. i said no feelings involved, i meant that.” he begins putting his clothes back on and putting on his shoes.

you let out a sigh of sadness but you don’t feel sad. you feel… happy?

“goodbye yn,” “goodbye tae, block my number when you leave please, thank you.” he nods and takes his leave. you sit there, on your bed, with your head in your hands, you feel happy. you begin smiling and think about everything that you did.

you feel a tad bit bad for him but oh… revenge is sweet.

2023 TTYUNZ.

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[yeomies]

𝜗 𝓜e, 𝓔spresso .ᐟ 𝜚

⌗ synopsis — love at first sight is one thing but love at first glance is a whole different story for jake (idol!jake x blk! kpop idol reader — member of æspa)

warnings :: one singular curse, not proofread, the use of “you, your, you’re” instead of i / first person views, in lowercase, my first story so pleaaaase 😭

word count — 939 [funnyface]

you were a foreign idol from the states that had joined the group æspa after a good 3 years of training. you had been known as korea’s foreign beauty and an inspiration to many black kpop idols across the world that there was hope, and you can do whatever you put your mind to. like the black barbie of your time.

but your biggest fan? sim jaeyun. you two had never spoken before, but he was so enticed by you and your visuals. he had spoken publicly about you and how you were one of his idols even though you two were around the same age. this infatuation turned into a little joke between fandoms and even dating rumors which he formally apologized about. throughout the many months to come, he had asked for your number numerous times to which you replied with how you wasn’t really giving any one your number yet

but after many attempts, you had given him your number. you thought he was cute don’t get me wrong, but you just wanted the attention and rumors to stop. but they didn’t. after giving him your number he got asked a question about you

“do you like [__]? are you two dating?” “no, we’re not dating. but i do have her number!” he said with a wide smile on his face as he read more comments like he didn’t just say something that could potentially lead to yet ANOTHER. dating rumor.

in the dorms with aespa that night it was chaotic. “what the fuck.” you exclaimed while karina & giselle showed you the clip “no, [__] he’s obsessed with you.” giselle laughed loudly as winter came up to the three of you. “did you see the clip? there’s like 7 posts about it already on twitter..” you examined winter’s feed hoping what she was saying wasn’t true.. but it was. you sighed heavily as you walked over to your shared dorm. “i’m going to sleep. this’ll blow over by tomorrow… right?” the three girls shrugged as you rolled your eyes contently and shut the door. being greeted by your groups maknae, ningning. who had been watching jake’s live from the beginning

“hey ning.” you huffed, shuffling over to your bed and flopping onto it. “hey, what’s wrong?” “another dating rumor.” she sighed. “look on the bright side, he probably just wants to be friends, try and get to know him more, under, the idol image.” you looked up from your bed and thought for a second maybe she was right — maybe he just wanted to be friends! you whipped out your phone and texted the boy.

“hey jake it’s [__]! just texting to get to know you better, i know i gave you my number but we really never got to speak about our lives outside our careers:)!” you sent the message and awaited a reply. . and, of course, within minutes, he responds ! “hey! sorry, i was a little scared to text you lol!! but yeah let’s talk!!!” you smiled as you kept the conversation going for a couple hours. from the conversation, you had found out what movies he liked, what he liked to be called and his favorite part of doing what he does.

these conversations lasted for months before you two started publicly hanging out and hugging at award shows, which of course, sparked confusion between fandoms & fan bases.

one night, you had been working in the studio for your groups new comeback as you walked back to your dorm to play animal crossing with winter when you see jake already playing, so you texted him “well goodnight to you too” “lol sorry, i haven’t been able to sleep lately..” you frowned at this text “awh why is that?” you replied with a :( emoji at the end. “honestly, i’ve been up thinking about our conversations, i’m so excited to start a new one everyday and i’ve been waiting for forever to finally talk to you and now i can. so i just stay up thinking about you.”

“wanna call?” you risk-fully typed as you almost threw your phone across the room — when you heard a ding! come from your phone. you gasped an hastily looked for it on your bed “sure, [__] let’s call” you melted at this text and called him. you two were quiet for a moment until he spoke up “i’m sorry.. if i came off as a little weird when we first met. when i first saw you i was amazed by you — like you were a goddess that flew in from the states.” he paused inbetween his words before speaking up again. “you really are one of my favorite people right now and i’m glad we’re talking.” you smiled at his confession and replied “thank you, jake. you’re too sweet.” the two of you talked until the morning came and ningning complained about having to sleep in the living room because of the noise.

after that, the two of you had spoken everyday, talking every single hour until he finally confessed, he proposed to be your boyfriend. he came to your dorms and brought flowers for you with a note saying “bf & gf?” it was simple, but you loved it. you texted him immediately after seeing them saying “yes, you can be my boyfriend.” a week later, you had released a solo track called “espresso.” jake listened to it on live and realized the lyrics were aimed at him

“said you can’t sleep? baby i know, that’s that me espresso..!” he sighed and chuckled at the lyrics, this was the start of a long relationship.

[everest-is-dead-now]

i very recently hit 50 followers and that’s super fucking exciting to me so i wanted to celebrate.

i am planning on doing a fun fact/q&a post about Little Monster and the author (me). if u want to submit some questions, just comment on here or shoot me an ask. i will @ u in my post unless u tell me otherwise or ask anonymously (which is perfectly valid).

ask as many questions as u want, about whatever u want! this could be about Little Monster, me, any of my other writings, or whatever u want to know. i’m hoping this is something that u guys would like to see. if this post totally flops, i’ll prolly just post it anyway without the question part lol. i personally find it fun learning about the artist process behind the art im into tbh.

thanks B)

[dearestkong]

reflections // starting the summer term 🌷💌

(feel free to skip … just a lot of rambling about changes of mindset, i’ll sum it up later in my new pinned.)

it’s been more than a month since I’ve started this blog, and I’m really really glad that I did. not because my productivity has spiked or my anxiety has diminished or whatever (though there have been positive effects), but because just attempting to start something like this meant that I was no longer willing to suffer and rot in private. i talked about the “hole of dysfunction and self-hatred” in my old introduction: for so long, that hole was my best-kept secret and my greatest shame. being competent and ambitious was an aspect of my personality, and I couldn’t handle the idea that it wasn’t true.

but then…. dearestkong emerged!! and I started being completely transparent. telling strangers about every day of self-destructiveness. it was a good form of accountability, sure, but it was also a means of telling the truth. this blog has been a way for me to say: i’ve been struggling, and it’s not a fluke or a “flop era” or something entirely disconnected from the high achiever i used to be. the girl fighting off inertia and the girl seemingly doing everything with ease are the same person.

🌷☆彡

my posts have been getting more optimistic recently, and that isn’t a fluke, either. lots of things have happened: i’ve realised how many people support and believe in me, i started taking medication for a problem i’ve had for a while (it’s crazy how the world seems so much brighter now?!!?!), i started writing in my diary again. i’m now 27 days clean from a self-destructive behaviour (this blog isn’t about my relationship with that, but in the early days i used to make a note of relapses and just the fact of acknowledging it felt so freeing to me. it wasn’t something to hide anymore, but a fight i was making progress with.)

this seems like a rapid evolution for such a new blog, right?! but in the next six months, i’m going to be applying to university. i’m about to undergo some of the most rapid evolutions of my life.

🌷☆彡

for so long, i’ve had this vague and unspecified dream: “doing the best” “working my hardest” “impressing my teachers”. now my dream has a name and a face and admissions results attached to it and it’s making me so scared that i want to throw up. when i was in the depths of the hole i couldn’t stop seeing my life as a binary. either i get in, or i don’t. and if i don’t, what the hell is the point of living?

38 days later and i feel a little differently. i am someone who has climbed out the hole of inertia and lived. i have done many things and they’ve all turned out fine— great, actually. i have reason to believe that things will go well.

i still have a pretty nasty relationship with myself, lol. it makes me really happy when people on this blog interact and talk, but they’re all so nice and it makes me feel a little fake. in reality i’m standoffish, awkward, and often mean. i coast by on intellectual abilities while slacking off. i’m a judgemental egoist who is sometimes self-destructive. all of that is true—>

but at the same time, i still have this crazy belief that i deserve the best. it’s literally an overflow of egoism ;;;; there’s nobody i’m more in love with than myself. i think of the girl i’ll be in the future with such affection, and i don’t want her to feel ashamed or resentful of me. she deserves to have her hopes fulfilled!! she deserves the brightest, the best that i can give her.

in conclusion: even if i don’t like the person i am at the present, i have to do it anyway. 1 because there’s no other option and 2 because i love the person i’ll be in the future too much to stop.

🌷☆彡

so from now on, the purpose of this blog is changing slightly. it’s no longer “get out of the hole and survive” like it used to be. we’re past that, we’re already surviving.

now, the aim is to “do my best so my future self can live with no regrets”. that’s not very concise but I’ll work on it.

let’s do this! 加油！

[katestrophes]

birthday blues

sfw mista x fem reader

description: your birthday comes and goes every year, but mista is determined to show you that you deserve to be celebrated.

wc: 3.4k

ao3

tags: fem reader, fluff, birthday blues, teeniest tiniest allusions to depression, mista being a sweetie

a/n: i wrote this on ao3 forever ago and i wanted to get back into fanfic writing, so i decided to post this here!! overall it’s a bit cheesy but i thought it was cute lol enjoy!

A familiar feeling crept over you when you woke up this morning. Dread, anxiety, and overall lousiness clouded your mind. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, taking some of the anxiety along with it. While you wiped the sleep away from your eyes, the dark emotions in your chest indicated that it’s just one of those days where you knew it wasn’t going to be a good day.

It was your birthday.

You scrolled through TikTok for about twenty minutes to procrastinate getting out of bed. Although the entertainment certainly distracted you, it wasn’t enough to remedy your ailing heart, and you decided it was time to face the music and actually get on with your day sooner rather than later. You had no plans for today. You never did. You don’t know if you preferred it that way, or if that’s just how your more recent birthdays came to be, but that’s just how it goes.

After a quick shower, you ate a hearty and nutritious breakfast of Lucky Charms on the couch. Today called for a good lounging around. The rest of the morning was spent sitting on the couch, switching back and forth between whatever was on TV and whatever game you had on your phone until around eleven thirty, when you heard a familiar knock on your door.

“Come oooon!” The voice outside the door yelled out. “Let me in!”

You emitted a soft groan before dragging your feet across the floor to your front door, and despite your foul mood, you couldn’t help but feel giddy and warm as the sight before you when you opened it. At the door was Mista, dressed casually in a graphic t-shirt with shorts and flip flops. It was much more appropriate for the hot weather compared to his normal tiger print jeans and sweater and beanie. His signature dopey grin was even wider than usual when his eyes landed on you and immediately pulled you into a hug.

“Happy birthday!” He said so loud it could almost pass as a scream. His arms enveloped you and practically squeezed you before he plants a giant kiss on your temple. He let you go and continued to smile wildly as you properly returned the hug.

“Thank you.” You replied softly, relishing in Mista’s embrace. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here? It’s your birthday!” He said with that same grin on his face. “I’m not letting you spend today moping on the couch eating Froot Loops.”

“Actually it was Lucky Charms.” You mumbled to yourself.

Mista chuckled good naturedly. “My point exactly. Now go get dressed, I’m taking you out. And don’t argue with me!”

“Fine, fine!” You didn’t have it in you to protest or argue. “What’s the dress code?”

“Cute and sexy!”

“Mista…”

He laughed at himself before he replied with a serious answer. “Casual, don’t worry. I know you don’t like going out out.”

With a proper answer, you wandered into your bedroom and went through your clothes, deciding what to wear. Though you weren’t too fond of celebrating your birthday, you were still looking forward to a nice day out with Mista. You dug through your closet before deciding to wear a linen sundress with comfy sandals.

Mista was sitting on your living room couch when you walked out of your bedroom, scrolling through social media on his phone. The second he heard your bedroom door open, he turned around to get a glimpse of you and let out an adorably obnoxious wolf whistle.

“Look at you! ” He said boisterously. He rose from the couch and wandered towards you and grabbed your hand, holding it high in the air. “Do a spin for me!” You chuckled as you timidly spun in a circle while holding Mista’s hand, giving him a shy smile when you finished. In return, he grabbed onto his heart with his free hand and tossed his head back, looking positively smitten with you.

“Are you sure it isn’t my birthday?” He asked with a familiar flirty goofy cadence in his voice.

“Oh, shush,” You rolled your eyes and smiled up at him. “You’ve seen me wear this like, a hundred times.”

“Okay, and you look good in it every single time, your point?” Mista chided. He was too flirtatious for his own good, and he knew how you reacted to his remarks. The heat on your cheeks became unbearable, and of course there was no use hiding it from your boyfriend. He smiled and bent down to kiss either of your blushing cheeks before grabbing your hand and heading toward the door.

Your day out was actually pretty laid back. The opposite of what you were expecting, considering how extroverted and adventurous Mista is. It started with a small lunch at your favorite hole in the wall not too far from the center of town. The day continued as any other quiet date with Mista normally would, except with the extra emphasis that he would not let you forget that today is about you, and that you could do whatever you wanted to do, his treat.

You were never privy to nightlife or any type of atmosphere like a bar or club. They always overwhelmed you, and Mista knew that. He does enjoy a good nightclub or night out at the bar from time to time, but he never subjected you to it. Instead, all of your outings were usually more laid back and quiet. Once upon a time, Mista would’ve said that that was boring, lame even. But eventually, he grew to like spending quiet nights with you. He started to find them intimate and special, a ritual that only the two of you had, which was meaningful to him. He came to the conclusion that it wasn’t the quietness he started to grow on him, but the look on your face during these sweet moments.

After lunch, Mista took you to the center of town to a local flea market/street fair by the boardwalk. He knew you had been eyeing to go for a while. With the end of summer drawing nearer, he figured now would be a perfect opportunity to take you. The flea market was adorable, and you wanted to take the chance to get a good look at every stall available. You were in your own little world, oohing and ahhing at everything the market had to offer. Despite your protests, Mista bought you everything you glanced at for even more than a second. He even snuck in a bouquet of your favorite flowers while you weren’t looking.

The flea market started to close up shop for the night, which coincidentally happened to be around the same time the street fair came to life. Of course, Mista just had to win you one of those gigantic stuffed animals. With a cocky grin and snicker, he managed to shoot every toy duck in the row, surprising even the game attendant. He happily held onto all of his winnings while you meandered onto the ferris wheel. The ride was about as clichè as you could expect, but charming and adorable nonetheless as Mista pulled you in for a soft kiss, whispering another happy birthday as you reached the top.

Moonlight soon shrouded the earth around you, and you realized you really had quite spent all day out with Mista. You were famished from an exciting day out, and your boyfriend was too. Deciding to stay in the street fair spirit, dinner consisted of food stand hot dogs and french fries with a large soda. The perfect meal to top off an incredible day.

At last, the day ended with a night stroll along the beach, hand in hand with your lover. After a long while, you stopped to soak in the sound of the waves crashing and the smell of the sea salt air. You really, truly did have a perfect day and you didn’t want it to end. Deciding to soak in the last few hours of your birthday, you sat down on the warm sand beneath you, leaning back and overlooking the ocean. Mista followed your cue and sat right alongside you.

“Isn’t it so beautiful?” You softly spoke aloud, gazing out towards the sea.

“Hm. Gorgeous.” Mista grumbled back, looking at you. You turned to face him and didn’t have it in you to make a quippy comeback. Instead you just breathed a light chuckle and leaned your head onto his shoulder as your hand wandered over to his, linking fingers.

“Thank you.” You mutter out. “For today. It was sweet.” You smile bashfully before sighing. “I…you didn’t have to do all that for me. But I appreciate you, nonetheless.”

Mista spoke your name before lifting his head off of yours and turning to face you. “I wanted to treat you and make you feel special for your birthday. You deserve all of that and more.” He unlinked his hand from yours only to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. “Hell, I’d give you the world if you so asked for it. Anything.” He turned his head slightly to kiss the crown of your head. You only hummed in response and continued to sit in peaceful silence, overlooking the moon on the horizon for a few moments before Mista finally spoke his mind.

“You don’t have to answer this,” he spoke softly while rubbing his hand in smooth circles along your side. “But…your birthday. How come you don’t like celebrating?”

You’ve been in an amorous relationship with Mista for the better part of a year, as well as being friends for even longer before that. Throughout the years, you just never liked to make a big deal about your birthday. In the past, Mista would have just shrugged it off and wouldn’t think twice about it. But now that you were in a relationship, it was different.

You breathed a heavy sigh, in through your nose and out through your mouth before responding. “Just…birthday blues I guess. It’s no big deal.”

“Okay,” Mista replied, continuing to gently caress your side. “Do you wanna talk about it?” I mean, I know I’m the chatterbox in the relationship but, I’ll always listen to whatever you have to say. You know that right?”

“I know.” You spoke softly with a gentle smile on your face. You reached over to grab Mista’s free hand and kissed the back of it before continuing to speak.

“It’s hard to explain,” you started. “But I guess it all boils down to my own self-esteem. You know?” You paused for a moment before finding the correct words. “Like, the idea of celebrating a birthday, a whole day for celebrating a person …” You blinked rapidly as you felt moisture build up in your eyes. “I just don’t feel like I’m worth celebrating. Like, all the pomp and circumstance for what? For me? ” A weak chuckle escaped your lips while you used your free hand to wipe away stray tears near your eyes. “Nah, I’m not special enough for that.”

You sniffled quietly but made no attempt to quiet yourself. Mista only continued to hold you, now cushioning you against his chest as he stroked your hair while you weakly sniffled into his shirt. He pressed his face into your head, kissing you there and rocking you back and forth while you continued to speak and let all of your emotions out.

Mista waited until your tears calmed down enough before he spoke your name. “Baby…” He sighed before he continued. You weakly mumbled, indicating that you were listening.

“God,” Mista chuckled before sighing again. “If only you could see yourself the way I do.” The hand that was stroking your hair made its way back to your side, caressing you. “Listen, I…I’m not a ‘words guy,’ but let me try.” You heard an audible gulp reverberate throughout his body while he took the time to collect his thoughts.

“You are the sweetest, most thoughtful, kind-hearted person I know. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so adamant and enthusiastic about putting the shopping cart back in the corral, helping old people cross the street, recycling your bottles and cans instead of just throwing them away, all that good stuff.” He laughed a bit while you smiled, still burying your face in his shirt.

“Everything you do and say just…has so much thought and kindness behind it. You inspire me to be a better person for you, because you deserve the absolute best.” He paused to stroke your hair. “The world is full of awful people. Absolute assholes. Trust me, I deal with them on a daily basis. Those people? They don’t deserve birthdays. They don’t deserve to be celebrated. But you? You’re special. Even more special than the average person. Not only would you not hurt a fly, but you’d probably like, take it to a doctor if you accidentally injured one or something.” He laughed at the thought, knowing it’s not something completely out of character for you. “You’re good. You’re too good. Too precious. For me, for the world, for anyone. Baby, you’re worth your weight in gold and then some.” He kissed your temple several times while his words simmered into your brain for a moment.

“You probably don’t realize this, but every time I’m out with my friends and you meet up with us later, everyone is just…happier. Your presence alone it’s just so calming and inviting, even Fugo calms down about twenty notches when you walk into the room. You literally light up the room.” Mista smiled to himself and brought your curled up figure a bit closer to him, squeezing you in a tight hug. “When I first told them we were a thing, all the guys thought I was kidding. When they finally realized that I wasn’t, they all basically asked me the same thing. ‘How did you get with her? You’re so you, and she’s so pretty, and nice, and sweet,’ blah blah blah. They still think that sometimes, I’m pretty sure.”

In between pauses, you finally spoke up. “The first time you brought me around, Abbacchio asked me if I was there against my will and to blink twice if I needed help.”

Mista threw his head back and let out a good, belly rumbling laugh, loud enough to make even you chuckle. “Oh, that asshole. That’s funny, though.”

“They all tell me to let them know if they need to keep you in check.” You chuckled again, imagining Mista at the mercy of his friends.

“Heh. Yeah, sounds about right.” Mista hummed as he kissed the crown of your head. “Because baby, it’s so plain to see, you’re such a special person. Even my dumbass friends can see that.” With careful hands, he peels you off of his chest and tilts your chin to face him. Your face was red and your nose was stuffy, evidence you were just crying. His thumbs delicately wiped away any stray tears lingering on your cheeks and looked you in the eyes. His gaze was so strong, it was overwhelming. He looked like he was about to burst, overtaken with his adoration for you.

“Oh, sweet girl.” Mista mused, getting a bit emotional himself. “If only you could see you we all see you. How I see you. Then you’d know how special you are. How absolutely lovable you are.” His own eyes became a bit misty, but he made no effort to deter the small tear falling down his face. “You deserve to be celebrated every single day. Even more so today.” He smiled brightly as he leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead, your nose, either of your cheeks, and then onto your lips. “As long as I’m alive, I’ll always always tell you how special you are. To me and everyone else with the privilege of knowing you.” A second tear fell from his eye, yet his hands remained on your face, holding you like you’re his entire world. “I love you. So much.”

Your heart felt like it was exploding as you became overwhelmed with emotions. Immediately, you started to cry again, but with happy tears. “I love you too.” You muttered back quietly. You leaned in and caressed Mista’s face back as you two exchanged a long, meaningful kiss.

Mista was the first to break the kiss as he took his arms and embraced you again, kissing the crown of your head before pulling you into a warm hug. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He wiped his face to get rid of his tears and reached into one of the bags from the flea market. He pulled out a small pastry box and opened it for you. “Ta-da!” He said, making you both laugh. In the box was a small cupcake, your favorite flavor with your favorite icing on top with some cutesy decorations.

“When did you get this?” You chuckled and met Mista’s eyes.

He shrugged yet continued to smile like the lovable dope he is. “Nowhere special. Just from the flea market earlier today.” As you held the cupcake, Mista returned to dig through the bag looking for something else. While he wasn’t looking, you took a peak at the logo on the box the pastry came in. Your favorite bakery. “Nowhere special” your ass.

Mista’s search through the bag proved to be triumphant as he pulled out a singular birthday candle, which you noted also happened to be your favorite color. He placed the candle in the middle of the cupcake and you stared at him in awe. “You really are adorable, you know that?” You gleamed.

“Nah, I’m a big tough guy, you got that?” Mista smiled as he kissed your forehead. “A big tough guy who just happens to love to do anything to see his girl smile. Now come on, birthday girl. I got a song to sing.” You smiled brightly as he pulled out a lighter and lit the singular candle. He sang happy birthday with a smile on his face and cheered when you blew out the candle.

“What did you wish for?” He inquired with those annoyingly cute puppy dog eyes.

“I knew you would ask that! It’s bad luck to tell.” You laughed as you took a small bite from your cupcake.

“Fine,” Mista rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue without any malice. “You’re no fun.” He watched you dig into a bit of your cupcake before you offered him a bit, and he took it after you finally persuaded him to take a bite.

“You.” You said, shyly.

Mista’s eyebrows raised and he replied with his mouth full. “What about me?”

“That’s what I wished for.” You bashfully replied, struggling to meet his gaze. “Just…I wished to be with you. For a long time.”

His eyes went as wide as dinner plates. His smile was as bright as the sun. He gently placed the rest of the cupcake in the rest of the box and grabbed your cheeks and kissed you literally all over your face before pecking your lips.

“Babe!” Mista laughed. “What a stupid wish. I’m not going anywhere! Never, ever.”

“You really mean it?” You giggled while Mista was still peppering your face with kisses that tasted extra sweet thanks to the frosting.

“Absolutely.” He smiled, pulling you into a hug.

Before long, you two were in your original position, with your back leaning against Mista’s chest. Except this time, instead of him holding you while you two looked out to the sea, he played with the ends of your hair.

“So…” Mista started as he attempted to braid a strand of hair. “I was thinking…for your birthday next year…”

“Oh my god, don’t .” You laughed. “That’s a whole year away. Let’s enjoy the present.” You turned your head to kiss Mista’s cheek.

“Okay.” Mista replied as he continued playing with your hair. After about another minute, he gave up and pulled you against him. “Happy birthday, baby. I’m so glad you were born, and I’m so lucky I get to be yours. I love you so much.”

You pulled away from him only to turn around so you could face him. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for making this birthday so special. I love you so much.”

Over the next hour, you and Mista overlooked the ocean making idle chat. Once the sun finally came down, Mista walked you back to your place hand in hand. Although you preferred your space, you invited him to spend the night with you. The remaining hours of your birthday were spent in bed cuddling with your lover with a good movie, falling asleep in his arms.

[whumping-valentine]

🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 13 🦌

"Severin"

Content: Aliens, tornadoes, captivity, wreckage, uhhh that's it I think.

3,200 words

Hey hey, things are about to go fucking nuts, so buckle up!!!

We're at the point of the story where these parts become proper chapters, so expect these to be longer. Also expect these to come more frequently, as I want to finish this story by the new year, because I want Butterfly Blood to be out by that time. I desperately need to post about Val lol. I even have an interactive idea for it that I really hope won't flop I'm so excited.

(I don't really know who's a whumpee and who's a whumper anymore because these rolls are being tossed around to each other like a game of hot potato)

Anyways, enjoy!!! 👽

     Fawn stood in the shower with their forehead resting against the dirty tiles. They didn’t know how long they’d been here, but by now, they were mostly just defeated. One of the many, identical people would come down only once a day to feed them both, and then leave. They had no idea what they wanted from them. It was worse than prison. It might as well be one.

     All they had in the cell were a few mattresses and one bathroom to share. Honestly, it was better than staying at Hunter’s cabin. At least now both of them were in the same boat. Still, Fawn didn’t want to settle. They wanted to go home and put all of this crazy shit behind them. They couldn’t even have a proper shower, there was no soap or washcloths. All they could do was let the water rinse over them. At least their captors would bring them clean clothes every few days.

     Hunter knocked on the door, “Can you hurry it up, I have to piss.” They yelled loud enough to be heard through the door and running water.

     “Then piss on the floor.” Fawn mocked.

     “I hate when my past actions come back to bite me.” Hunter groaned, “You know they don’t like it when we use up their water. Do you want them to be mad at you?”

     “I want them to be something!” Fawn yelled back. “I’m bored and trapped with you of all people! I’ll use up their fucking water as much as I please. If they don’t like it they can just let me go.”

     “That's not how these types of people work, Fawn. I should know.” They said, and left them alone.

     Fawn exited the shower when the water began to run cold. The knobs squeaked as they were turned, and the white noise faded to silence. Fawn dried themself off and put on the last of their clean clothes. When they opened the door, Hunter pushed past them and into the bathroom. Fawn collapsed face first onto one of the mattresses.

     When Hunter left the bathroom, they too sat down on one. There wasn’t much else to do. Pure silence was held in the air for quite a long time, until Hunter interrupted it.

     “It's been a month, you know?”

     Fawn turned their head, “What?”

     “We've been here for over a month already. I've been counting.”

     “How do you even know when a day has passed?” Fawn questioned in disbelief.

     “They give us food once a day. So I've counted how many times we've eaten. It's 32.”

     Fawn rolled over onto their back, “That's ridiculous.” they rolled their eyes and folded their arms.

     “Be in denial all you want, but I'm not as stupid as you seem to think I am. Though that might come from a place of denial, too.”

     “Whatever…” Fawn mumbled.

     “...You know-”

     “Hey, can you stop talking?” Fawn snapped.

     “No, I can't stop talking, how about that? God, stop being pissy for one second, I'm in the same boat as you are.”

     “I'm only on this fucking boat because you dragged me onto it. I'll be as pissy as I fucking want.”

      Hunter ignored them, “What I was GOING to say was, it should be time to eat again soon. That makes it day 33.”

     “I don't care.” Fawn spat. Hunter simply rolled their eyes and stayed quiet as they awaited food. It wasn't much different than the venison they always ate, werewolves were hunters, too.

     As the minutes ticked by, the sound of a door opening filled the air, followed by footsteps coming down the quiet, damp halls. Two of the cloaked pack members were each carrying a plate of food. Fawn shot up from their mattress.

     “You!” Fawn yelled at them, grabbing the bars of their cell, “Talk! Talk to me, right now! I'm tired of the silence! Say something!”

     The two looked at each other briefly before sliding the food under the bars. Fawn picked it up and threw it at them, “Fucking talk! I want you to talk!”

     Hunter pouted, “That was my food, too.”

    Fawn growled and grabbed one of the plates, throwing it at the wall like a frisbee right above Hunter's head. It smashed into pieces, and Hunter was genuinely startled.

     The two started to walk away, but Fawn quickly grabbed hold of their clothes. They took one of their arms and pulled it through the bars, holding them there. Hunter watched in astonishment while the other member tried to help free their arm. The two still said nothing.

     “Prove you can talk!” Fawn yelled, “Prove you can fucking talk and I'll let you go!”

     “We're under orders not to speak, now let him go.” A feminine voice said. Fawn let go of their grip as they recognized the voice.

     “You two are the same fools who kidnapped us in the first place!”

     “Look, okay, we’re just following orders.” Agnes said. “It’s not personal, it’s just what needs to be done to prepare for the apocalypse.”

     “I’m sorry, the fucking WHAT?”

     “I- agh- look-” Agnes grumbled.

     “No, no. You said what you said, you said apocalypse! This is an apocalypse? Of what kind? People getting turned into werewolves and vampires and keeping a bunch of humans for sacrifice?”

     “Well, no, but… kinda?”

     “Wha-”

     “No, look, we’re not talking about this. We never said anything-”

     “But you did, you did say things! You already broke the rules might as well keep pushing. You should keep pushing, come on, you want to, you want to tell!”

     Agnes groaned another sigh as she sipped her hand under her mask to rub her face. She took another deep breath and let out a sigh once more, and said, “What do you wanna know?”

     “Why are you keeping us here?”

     “I’m afraid we can’t say.” Agnes said.

     “Can you at least tell us who the fuck you are?” Fawn asked. Anthony and Agnes looked at each other, almost afraid and unsure, but gave a subtle nod, the both of them. They sat criss-crossed on the floor in front of their cell.

     “We’re werewolves, though that much you already knew.” Agnes said, “Ethel is our pack leader, and we wear the masks to hide our identities.”

     “Okay…” Fawn said, “But why do you need to hide? You’re out here in the middle of the forest. Hunter has lived in this forest for years and they’ve never even seen you before.”

     “Yes, but you're seeing us now, aren’t you?”

     Well… I guess that’s true… What are you guys doing out here? And… Anaira. That whole thing.”

     “Anaira’s a vampire.” Anthony said, “And a really old one at that. Our pack and her colony are always fighting. See, the masks aren’t just to hide us from you guys, it’s to hide us from each other. We go out into town too, you know? And we don’t need to know if we run into each other.”

     Fawn looked to Hunter, “You really didn’t know about any of this?”

     Hunter put their hands up, “I swear to god.”

     “Really?”

     “Look, man, just because I live in the woods doesn’t mean I’m aware of some secret vampire-werewolf rival cult societies!”

     “Well- How do you know an apocalypse is coming?” Fawn asked the werewolves.

     “We can feel it. It’s… a feeling I can’t quite describe, like an intuition. I just know.”

     “We’re supernatural, and we can feel the energy in the air. It grows by the day. Something big is coming.” Anthony said, “They’ve been calling it the Great Human Extinction.”

     “Who’s they?” Fawn questioned.

     “Ah-! I’ve said too much.” Anthony yelped.

      “Alright, yup, Bye!” Agnes said, standing up, pulling Anthony away. “Nice chatting!” They left as quickly as possible.

     Agnes pulled Anthony all the way outside, “Really, Anthony?” She said, pushing him away from her. He almost fell over in the melting snow. “You told the humans about the Great Human Extinction?”

     “Hey, they were the ones who asked!”

     "That doesn't mean you have to tell them! We shouldn't have even been talking-! Just-" Agnes groaned a scoff, and took off her mask as she began ranting, “Look, Anthony, when mom and dad died-”

     “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know.” He took his mask off, too. “They told you you were in charge. Because I'm just the dumb one, aren't I?” He said bitterly.

     “You are not dumb.”

     “Sure, maybe not, but I am weak. And that might as well be the same fucking thing in this pack, huh?” he said bitterly, “Or I should say cult. You got us into a fucking cult, Agnes! But oh, you're the one in charge just because you're stronger!”

     “Anthony, I don't want to argue.”

     “You're the one who started this! Maybe if you don’t wanna argue then don’t start an argument. I should be the one calling the shots, I'm older than you.”

     “Yeah, by like five minutes.”

     Anthony groaned and quickly walked away. Agnes followed.

     “Anthony, don’t be this way.”

     “Maybe I wouldn’t be this way if you weren’t always so annoying and pushy and thought you were better than me.”

     “Anthony-”

     “You’re the one who got us into a cult.”

     “I thought I was protecting us!”

     “From WHAT? Vampires who just wanna peacefully drink from a river? From humans who don’t even know we exist? We can go out into town just fine, we only have to worry about shit once a month and now every single goddamn day is a nightmare controlled by a crazy woman!”

     “Ethel is the best chance we have at getting through what’s to come-”

      “You’re always talking for both of us! It’s always about US but it never actually is! It's about YOU! I don’t WANT to be here! YOU want to be here!”

     “I don’t want to be here, Anthony, we need to be here.”

     “No, you need to be here. Just- ugh- whatever, just- just drop it. I don’t care.”

     Agnes didn’t respond, and the two walked through the woods in tense silence. Eventually, they made it into town. They walked down the eerily quiet streets, the silence slowly being filled by shouts. The apocalypse preachers stood outside the gas station still.

     “They're really still going at it, huh?” Agnes said, “I'm surprised that they can feel it, too.”

     “What makes you say that?”

     “If they couldn't they would've dropped it and moved on by now. But they're still going.”

     “Bold of you to assume that when flat earthers are still around.”

     “Yeah, but nowhere near how they used to be. Besides, they're actually right this time. This isn't flat-Earth or anti-vax. It’s the actual end times. Well… for them at least.”

     They approached the convenience store to get some snacks, only to find it was shut down.

     “Oh, the store closed down.”

     “Why?”

     “Low on staff, it says. Gas station’s still open, though. Come on, let’s go to the cafe. There are less people there, anyways.”

     Anthony shoved his hands in his pockets as he followed her down the street. The cafe was probably one of the nicer buildings in town, which is saying quite a lot since it’s not in too great a shape itself. It had a nice, old rusted sign above the dirty double glass doors. Light blue paneling covered its sides, faded, peeling, and covered in dirt. They walked inside, the bell dinging, and the pleasant scent of coffee filled the air. The televisions were playing some generic talk show on low volume, and despite the grime and rather depressing atmosphere, it was cozy and comforting. 

     Each got a cup of coffee and a pastry. The siblings sat in silence by a window, the air maybe forgiving and understanding. They never really got along, but they tried. They really did.

     A sudden, horrible siren blared throughout the town. The television beeped, and a warning appeared onscreen.

     WARNING: A TORNADO HAS FORMED IN THE WOODMAR AREA. SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY.

     The people around the cafe shot looks of confusion and fear at one another, looking uncertain of what to do. The few staff workers ushered everyone down into the basement while the warning siren continued to blare. Winds were rushing harshly outside, blowing street signs from the ground, ripping bushes from their roots.

     The basement was musty, cold, and damp. The dull yellow lights illuminated the room in an eerie fog. The people around were anxious and confused over the suddenness of it. It wasn’t even windy outside, but now they sit huddled underground, listening to the vigorous storm that raged above, muffled through the walls and earth.

     After a while the sounds quieted down, leaving them in silence, no one talking, just waiting. At one point the power went out, and they were all left in complete, uncomfortable darkness. After an hour, the radio deemed it safe to leave, so one by one they walked back up the stairs. The damage was… strange.

     Strange as in, how could one tornado do all this? The cafe was mostly fine with some rocks and street signs breaking through the windows, glass scattered on the ground. Power lines were strewn across the streets, tangled in bushes and vegetation. The telephone poles were knocked down, much like the trees that were ripped from their roots. The twins slowly started to walk down the streets as they took in the wreckage.

     “What could've caused a tornado to form out of nowhere?” Anthony questioned.

     “They don't call in the apocalypse for nothing, Anthony. It probably wasn't natural.”

     “What, so it was some kind of un-natural natural disaster?”

     “Yeah, probably.”

     “Okay, then by what?”

     “How should I know? I'm not the one organizing the apocalypse.”

     “Whatever.” He said, and the two walked through the town in silence. There were a lot of other people coming out to observe the damage, more people that either had ever seen in the town at one time.

     Eventually they ventured back off into the woods. Most of the snow had melted now, leaving the ground cold, wet, and muddy. A large cloud of smoke in the air caught Anthony's attention as he went to peek through the bushes.

     “A-Agnes?” he stamped.

     “What?”

     “You might wanna come take a look at this…” he said, shaken. Agnes ran over to him and peeked where he was looking over the bushes.

     There was a large crash, or what looked to be one. A giant, muddy rut dug through the earth, scattering trees, ripping them up from the ground. Farther down the horizon, they could see some kind of metal object. It may have been small in the distance, but from the destruction it felt, they knew it was huge.

     The twins looked at each other, and without a word they hopped down the hill, level with the rut. The destruction was unlike anything they had ever seen before, it was out of this world. The rut was so deep they'd get stuck in it if they fell down.

     As they approached the large object, it grew bigger and bigger, even more so than what they thought. Now with it up close they could see the blinking lights, buzzing cut wires, sparks flying off the broken machinery, smoking into the air. Metal was thrown all throughout the area, one part of it missing an entire panel that had fallen off.

     The pair peeked inside, where they saw an unfamiliar creature rummaging through a crate in a panic. There was a blinking, broken hologram of a screen flickering in the air. The creature got up and turned around, staring at the two with wide eyes.

     They were about six feet tall, and had three large, purple eyes. Their skin was a greenish purple, and they had four arms, with four sharp fingers on each of their hands. They had a tail, a pair of antennae, and their legs were bent in a more animalistic fashion.

     They stared at each other for a concerning amount of time, no one really knowing what to say. Agnes finally asked, “What are you?”

     “I- uh- I shouldn't say-”

      “You’re an alien!”

      “Wha- no- alien? No, this- I- this is all just an illusion! Nothing is real, uh-” He turned around and quickly continued looking through his stuff once more, pulling out a can. He sprayed them with it, but nothing happened.

     “Hm. I don't think whatever that is works on werewolves.” Agnes said. The alien sighed in relief.

     “Werewolves! Oh, not humans. Thank The Council.”

     “So, then, alien, huh?" Anthony asked, "What’s your name?”

     “S-Severin. I'm- from Ieartinia. I'm an Ieartin. The Council-”

     “Yada, yada, yada, that's a plotline for book 7 of a different series.” Agnes said, “What's your goal, to conquer this place?”

     “Well, yes, but-”

     “That's all I need to know.”

     “Oh, wow.” Anthony said. “That's… quite a ruling system. I think I can relate.”

     “No! That's not my goal, it's The Council's, I'm just- oh, I'm just like all the rest! They're sending multiple invaders over, I'm just one of many. I trained so many years for this day and I already blew it by crashing my spacecraft. Oh, I can't let this news get back to them, they will literally kill me! Publicly!”

     “Are you the one who caused the tornado to blow through here?” Agnes asked.

     “Well, some of my gadgets might've caused the weather to go weary…” he said. Anthony took note of how scraped up he looked. His blood was bleeding green, and he looked quite dizzy.

     “Woah man, sit down.” Anthony said, directing him to a tree stump.

      “Anthony! Why are you helping him? He’s a part of the, you know, apocalypse?”

     “So are we! You think we’re excluded from it? Anyone who isn’t a human is a contributor.” He focused his attention back to Severin, “What are you going to do now without your ship?”

     Severin shrugged, “I dunno. Wait for the other invaders to find me and take me back to The Council where I’ll die for being a disgrace to the Empire, or whatever. Doesn’t matter anymore.”

     Anthony took off his cloak and wrapped it around him, and pulled his mask from his bag.

     “Wha-” Severin questioned.

     “You can come with us.” Anthony cut him off. Agnes shot him a wide-eyed look.

     “Anthony! If Ethel finds out-”

     “Oh, screw Ethel! I’m not here to please our fucking cult leader. I’m tired of listening to her, aren't you?”

     Agnes folded her arms and averted her gaze. Anthony sighed and looked to Severin, “Do you want to give it a chance?”

     “I… guess so. I don't really have much else I can do.” He looked at his broken ship.

     “Okay. We'll give it a go. But if anyone in our pack finds out what you are, they’re gonna use you as a sacrifice. So pretend you’re one of us, and don't let them catch on. Occults stick together, yeah?”

     Yeah, apparently.

     Unless they're a vampire.

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[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Hey Dillo! I had a request that I wanted to send in but I completely forgot what it was so I think I’m just gonna ramble a little bit instead lol.

So I don’t post much besides reblogs on my account, but there’s this The Outsiders fic that I’ve kinda been working on and off of for a couple of months now, and I’m kinda proud of the progress I’ve made on it because I usually don’t write as much for a fic idea that I have as much as I’ve written for this one because I either get uninspired and completely forget about it, or I lose interest in whatever I’m writing and either way it never ends up seeing the light off day again.

But I had this idea about posting it here for people to read, the only couple of things stopping me from doing that is the fact that it’s not finished yet, and even if it was finished, I still need to edit it, and the other thing stopping me is my nervousness because I’m kinda worried that even if I do post it on here, it’s going to flop massively because I have a very tiny following of I think like two people max.

Idk though. Anyway that’s the end of my ramble since idk what else to say and lmk what you think if you feel like responding to this (which you obviously don’t have to if you don’t want to) but either way I hope you have a good day/night. -🍒

You should definitely post it! If you want, I can proof-read it for you, I've done that a few times before, and I promise, every writer here starts in the flop phase. I remember when I had followers in the single-digits and it would take a single post weeks to gain any sort of notes- it's disheartening, but ya just gotta push through 🤟🤟

[indecisive-dizzy]

Hiiiiiiiiii pookiiweeeee :)

I’m thinking more about my whole high school DearDollops angst au, I have so many ideas for them ;v;

I’m thinking a lot about their friendship after the entire situation. It’s awkward and complicated but they’re trying their best

Eddie lets his hair grow out a bit, and Daisey pulls it back into a little high ponytail. It’s cute and Eddie appreciates it

They’re just a lot more affectionate now, mostly on Eddie’s side cause he’s nervous. Daisey tries to reassure him but they’re also nervous

They hang out a lot more, but conversations are not super easy to hold up anymore

It’s just Eddie yapping and Daisey listening, but it helps them get comfortable again

Eddie invited Daisey to hang out with him and the rest of the neighbors/his friends and they immediately called for a group huddle to talk about it

Daisey could hear everything they said but ignored it

Daisey calls him Edd. It flip flops between that and Eddie, but they mostly use Edd

I’m thinking after some really stressful and tiring after school sports practice (I still don’t know what sport I want Eddie to do), Daisey just walks to the field to wait for him and he immediately runs and tackle-hugs them

Daisey’s just walking over to the field and saying hi, and Eddie just goes “Daaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiseeeeeeyyyyyyyyy :(“ and tackles them into a hug

They probably eat Smile-Dip behind the school and look at clouds

They’re the kind of duo to spray people with silly spray during parties together

The teasing from both their friend groups are non stop. They mention hanging out once and immediately someone starts making kissy noises

Is that the queue that I’m making them romantic? Possibly-

I need to make incorrect quotes for them they’re too precious to me once they’re at this stage :,3

Hiiii Bestieee :]

Oh yay Aftermath Friendship! let the awkward begin lol (post typing me is adding a cut bc I think this is a tad long lol 😅)

ponytail Eddie my beloved that sounds so cute

Sorry did you mean Touch Starved Best Friends Have Recently Made Up And It's Awkward But They Really Want To Cuddle?

Eddie's yapping is fun to listen to at least, bc of the topic, his accent, or his enthusiasm. Plus I think sometimes he'll mention something and Dasiey manages to respond to it before he moves on, thus triggering a more back n forth convo. still def takes a while for it feel as natural as it did before

Daisey standing next to the group huddle looking into the camera (the wall) like they're in the office lol

He may be sore as heck but that will not stop Eddie from tackling Daisey. Pain be damned it's Hug Time.

Also. Mind if I share some sport ideas for Eddie? Ahem! Weightlifting, Volleyball, Cross Country, or Soccer! Cross country and soccer are kinda funny w/ his clumsiness but I like the idea of Eddie in running type sports. Tho he could be a soccer goalie! Weightlifting needs little explanation lol he a strong boy. and volleyball is fun w/ more clumsy potential but less running lol

Points at you! That's sounds adorable but now I wanna know what they'd both be like on smile dip high or whatever it is that happens lmao

They're both hiding behind the same wall thinking they'll jump spray some rando only to spray each other in the face with silly string XD

NO DANGIT You just gave me the mental image of Howdy turning around to do the fake making out motions Thing! you know what I mean Idk what it's called! Barnaby Loses his mind and needs to lay down he's laughing too hard. Eddie's face is redder than his hair and he's yelling ajdhajdjah gah these idiots I love them sm

[sunlightfeeling]

re: flop posts reblog’s tags, i really like your smaposting and glad to see you excited about making stuff and talking about your fav stuff, but if it’s uncomfortable to you, i can lower my presence in your notifs? or do whatever that would make you happy with posting about things that you love!

AAAA no I’m genuinely so sorry I gave that impression (my tags were really really crabby reading them back looord lmfao)

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This is going to be a super long explanation but I really just want to clarify? And try not to misconstrue what I think my tags meant in more “critical-thinking” terms lol:

I think my tags were more…targeted from recently seeing the influx of takuya/smap-inspired posts but their…judgment/lost judgment related. I really hate calling this type of thing out and being complainy but I actually think its made me more bitter about the fandom? To be horribly blunt?

When I see these posts, I can’t help but have the initial feeling that maybe some still only care about Takuya’s piece in SMAP…when there’s literally four other men (sometimes five) standing right next to him. This isn’t new though, like if you look at SMAP’s history, its a chronic thing with Takuya being the star compared to the others.

And…this isn’t me assuming they aren’t fans of them all but…I guess the main thing is that if the only smap post I see from someone are just…Yagami…it kind of hurts, I guess?

Because oh…it’s Takuya again…which is great lmao but like…stares at elephant in the room (the sheer amount of posts of takuya vs the other members)

But then I’m hit with oh wait, that’s not even takuya lol, that’s…yagami …..

Which I know I sound like a major bitch because fan content is fan content etc etc etc

I think maybe it’s because smap means a lot (a lot) to me and I wish the opportunity was used to give them love and support, rather than seeing a chance to play Yagami dress up.

Which I want to clarify!! More!

I am not automatically anti-any of this. Using anything SMAP as inspiration for JE/LJ content: art, fic, etc etc etc is super sweet to me and I love all the little references to Takuya’s IRL career. It really shows how Yagami is a pretty multi-layered protagonist, especially when you find how many references to Takuya’s IRL career got squeezed into these games. Like RGG went all-in with the references, so should fic writers, artists, etc etc if they’d like to!

To kind of tie this post up, lol:

If you’re enjoying the posts, I absolutely support this and don’t want you to feel uncomfortable interacting. If anything, it makes me happy knowing that I’m hopefully infecting more rgg people with smap and pulling them closer and closer to the swamp (😈😂)

But more seriously, thank you, thank you, thank you for the support because it actually does mean so much to me and I’m so happy I can, hopefully, lend someone else some serotonin and dopamine with my brainrot beautifully thought out posts 😇💕

[whyse7vn]

ok now post the actual gc jungkook random 01 !?!? no need to post info about me like that lol pls get out of my head..... sighs but fr why are me and gc jk twins wow we just want to love and be loved and be silly 💔💔💔 (only difference isbthat he got to cry on joons shoulder and i dont... whatever idgaf idc jk flop)

im alive btw isnt that crazy hhhnnfhf miss u my pretty bff and also look at my new layout #livelaughlovejoon what do we think!

LWMKSODKDKDKD never getting out ur head actually love it in here gives me great ideas 💓

i’m telling you it’s that eyebrow piercing connecting you and kook from truma to the love of joon you guys are the same fuck the enemy shit that’s ur twin bff

YEAH NO NVM THATS NOT UR TWIN CUZ LIKE JOON DOESN’T kNOW YOU HAHA LOL 😂😂😂🙏🏽

I MISS YOY SOSOSOSOS BAD BFF ITS NOT WVEN FUNNY SIGHS IM LOVING THE NEW LAYOUT ILL EAT IT i take back what i said about joon not knowing you he definitely knows you in fact i bet he’s with you rn as i type like wow u guys are so in love haha lol 🫰🏽🫰🏽😂(come back soon i miss you) 😂wow joon loves you so badddddddddffffffd💯💯💯‼️❤️