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star-on-a-beach · 4 hours ago

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Okay um. I really don't like doing this, like, ever

But

Tw for vent post, Bc idk, maybe it'll help if I talk about this where it'll be seen and not on a vent blog where I know no one sees it

So it's pretty obvious that pretty much everything right now is in kind of a shit state and I'm really at the end of my line trying to be optimistic about it. Presidential election, rp, guard, college, art, writing, all of this shit, even stuff I'm supposed to enjoy, makes me want to fucking shatter a rock because I don't want to do anything anymore other than scroll through social media on my phone which, I've probably developed an addiction, and of course that makes me feel even fucking worse bc I told myself I'd never get addicted and look at where I am now

So many things I'm unhappy with are really kind of tying back to me and I'm so angry at everything but especially myself now, but theres nothing I feel like I can do about it but try and break it all down I guess?

There's shit going on with color guard and, other than the friends I've made within it and the actual performances, I don't fucking enjoy it anymore because our coach is apparently super fucking shitty and a liar and unfair and argumentative and never sticks with the drill she writes and doesn't give us the resources to put it together correctly, WHEHN SHES LITERALLY OUR COACH AND THATS HER JOB, IVE TRIED SO HARD TO STAY KIND TO HER BUT WITH EVERYONE AROUND ME TALKING SHIT AND TALKING ABOUT WHAT A BAD PERSON SHE IS IM STARTING TO DO IT TOO AND I HATE IT

And then obviously there's the actual schoolwork that needs to get done, I thought I had not one, not two, but 3 FUCKING ESSAYS DUE ON THE 11TH, WHICH WERE ASSIGNED TO US ON WEDNESDAY, AND EACH HAD TO BE 700 WORDS LONG. Granted it doesn't actually have to be like that but teachers are talking about finals now and I'm going to have SO many essays for that and I have a whole debate too. I'm tired and sick of waking up at ridiculously different times for classes and not being able to have a goddamn nap bc I'm either working, procrastinating with the screens addiction again, or I don't have enough time because god knows I can't take power naps for SHIT, and I'm not fucking paying for coffee in this economy

I can't even relax how I normally want to because I'm so tired from everything, too. Writing big things for TAOCC or drawing feels like a chore, and then I feel obligated to draw others characters or I want to actually do so but I have no energy for it, and I can't get my art to look how I want it to perspective-wise, no matter how many tutorials I look at, and it never ends up the way I want and I haven't even finished TAOCCTOBER or Memoryquest, both of which I feel shitty for, because then they're both more things that I'm giving up on, and I give up on so much shit so easily unless I'm being pushed over and over and over and over, although rn I really wanna just say to hell with it and kill both of them entirely

And with taocc as a whole, I don't even know where to begin. I mentioned in my earlier post that I'm struggling to be assertive and actually say what I want with RP, which results in me feeling really unsatisfied with it a lot. I feel like people aren't interested in my characters and I need to be the one trying to build the characters' connections by asking questions, which. I love when other characters ask mine questions, because so much would be revealed if PEOPLE JUST ASKED. I know you guys don't mean it in this way but I feel like I'm trying to push all of this out, but I barely get anything back except for maybe one question or comment or smth, but it feels like the characters aren't interested in my characters' pasts, and that means the mods aren't either. Which, is really no fault of yours, whether you are or not, it's my fault because I can't bring myself to get off my high horse and actually say "hey, are you willing to have your characters ask about mine?" because I have the firm mentality of "if they wanted to, they would", and I'm trying to make other characters feel important while also craving mine to feel important, but the moment they do, I wonder if I'm taking the main-character roles too much and I need to even it out so I immediately divert the attention back to yours and feel shitty about it. Once again, this is no one's fault but mine, and this is partially why my relationship with my last rp partner, aka my ex bsf, ended, because I wasn't assertive enough and kept wondering if I was hogging the spotlight any time focus did switch to my characters which just isn't enjoyable for anyone. So I'm angry and terrified that these patterns which are repeating are going to lead to a similar outcome.

It isn't even just that though, I just really hate how I write as a whole rn. I used to be so poetic and good with words but now they read difficult unless I'm writing a great wall of text, and my characters aren't acting the way I want to, partially because I'm trying to morph them to get along more with other characters and diminish their flaws so they're liked by others, but it just takes away from who they were originally and I hate that as well. It's easy to get caught up in the heat of the rp but for fucks sake I expect myself to be a better writer than this.... and I haven't even gotten around to fixing the fucked-up-with-a-side-of-cheddar timelines, which have been NAGGING at my mind for FUCK KNOWS HOW LONG, but once again, I don't even want to do anything anymore and I get mad bc the only things I wanna do are just self indulgent shit and like hell I'm asking for that from anyone (see, that's part of the problem, right there.)

I think the only thing I hate more than not being assertive with rp is the fact that I'm an adult among you all. Yes, being 18 now while the majority of you are minors is a massive fucking deal to me, and I'm realizing why exactly adults generally avoid friendships like this, because I'm constantly worried about being a good example to you all. I have to have the good advice, I have to be available, I have to be good with assertiveness and boundaries, hell part of the reason I try and avoid venting so much is because you all do not fucking need to have that burden. Every time I do something like this post I immediately think "these are kids and I'm an adult, it's kids trying to help an adult who should not be saying this stuff or laying this burden on them", as if I'm some kind of weirdo. I really try my damndest to not be one of those adults who dumps all their problems on adolescents in order to feel better about their own shitty life, I don't want to be the adult who their younger friends are comforting all the time and have that burden on them (yes, I am completely aware this post contradicts that, and yes, I am very ashamed but I feel Im at rock bottom and you guys deserve to know (but don't deserve the burden of it)). I don't feel like the example I want to be to you guys, I'm incredibly dense, and half the time, I feel like an oblivious idiot for the simplest fucking things in rp even when no one says anything that implies any of you guys think that. I get so annoyed as well, and that's another part I especially hate, it's that I get annoyed with the smallest things so damn easily, whether it's someone saying something random in call and breaking silence, or someone talking about a subject after we've moved on, or a rant that's gone on for a really long time. All of those are ridiculous things to be annoyed by, and I'm completely aware of that. I'm not proud of it whatsoever. It might also be the weather, but I'm so, so, so annoyed by so many tiny, insignificant things nowadays that it's ridiculous, and I've snapped on call a few times which I feel horrible about. I'm trying so hard to be a good, strong role model for all of you, because that's what you deserve and I want to be like that for you. But, both here and in real life, my own idiocy and density and emotions make me feel like I'm never going to escape being a dense, emotional, spacy child who keeps trying to catch up. And as an adult, I'm really, really, really upset that I feel like this because once again, you guys are the minors, not me. I'm not saying you guys should feel like that (I really hope not, no one should feel like that), but it feels even worse since I'm trying to be the adult for you guys to look up to, but I'm looking up to all of you instead. And then, even worse, I get jealous. Not of the bad shit you guys go through, but like. Insignificant things. Art styles, friends, activities, actually having your family around. I really hate myself for being jealous of that and always comparing and trying to match it since it's completely hypocritical of me otherwise.

I'm closing up this vent, but tw for some darker themes in the next paragraph

I'm really just kind of sick of life as a whole. I'm done being an adult, to hell with this, just let me be the younger friend again so I don't have to see myself as an old baby. I'm tired of all of this and the dark jokes I make, they're horrible, but they're becoming more common and I think about the content of them a lot. I'm so tired of this shit and feeling like this and I'm mad and ashamed that I'm making this post because of everything I said above. I'm so done with everything. To hell with this country, to hell with my future, to hell with drawing and writing and trying to put stuff out. At the time of writing this I'm crying, because I'm really really missing my dad. I want to hug him and be with him. I want my family overall to be okay. I want to feel happy and content with myself and my life like back in summer. I'm so sorry for having to say all this but it's the truth and, again, this is my last resort for trying to feel better because hell knows I don't have the initiative to make an appointment and talk to a therapist on campus. Ik this will go away later but ffs i don't know if I can wait until later.

Ok, heavy vent part is over

I've said a lot so I'm ending it here. If you choose to ignore this, that's fine. I'd appreciate some kind of acknowlegement, tbh, whether it's a like or a comment or something, or just a kind word (whatever you do, please don't just put *hug* and leave it at that, hugs dont really feel like they have much more meaning at this point). It feels ridiculous to ask you for comfort especially after kinda dumping all of this here for you guys to see but I might as well try ig. Idk, I'm gonna just try and not delete this out of shame.

I hope you all know that I love you guys so, so, so, so much. This community has brought me so much joy and leaving is the last thing I'd ever dream of unless I had to. I hope you guys don't mind me doing this too much. Logically Ik you probably don't but, really, none of what I just vented about is based in logic regardless.

Thank you for reading, whether it was skimming or fully reading it. Kind words are appreciated but obviously not forced and I love you guys so much. Goodnight ❤️

#tw vent #im going to look back at this in the morning and think #“wow i was completely blowing things out of proportion”

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thoughtfulmentalitything · 2 years ago

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teehee ive returned... ok so now im in college and just like I thought, I am not a fan. the academics are fine but theres a decent amount of work all the time and its stressful to me cause it feels never ending. I will do my assignments weeks in advance but it seems to never give me enough time to relax. well not that I can relax at my dorm, my roommates are so annoying and loud and are all messes and project it outward. however, I did stop sh around september 2022 so its been four months since then. but also whenever something happens where another person is upset and takes it out on me or theres a somewhat valid problem I cant help but think about doing it which is normal. but I think its gonna come back soon and im fine with that. it makes me happy. its almost like a form of self care for me cause I can actually get all the bad feeling out of my system and just onto my arm instead. like its fine and I truly think that. anyways another issue though related to how bad my dorm is because of my roommates is that I finally told my parents about how terrible it is and that I dont even sleep there anymore (but I only go back home like once or twice a weekend each month when I have breaks) and I fully am just going home cause I have break or need to catch up on homework... but now they just think im not addressing the issue and not facing my dorm situation which, uh yeah obviously im not going to. when I dont come home on weekends on breaks to get away from the dorm, I just stay at someone else's house or dorm on school days and weekends. like??? I literally do not have the capacity to be there. but now im getting really triggered at home too because I told my parents about my issue... which why are they responding like that. id rather just off myself than have to live at my dorm or home. I really need to sh. I know my living situation issues are temporary but they make me feel really bad and become unproductive and fat. all I do is hide away in my room at my dorm all day when im not out for classes and gorge of fat disgusting pig food. im so fat now. I need to loose weight im always bloated and fat looking. if I was skinny I would at least be 3/4 happy inside my body and the 1/4 of unhappy in caused my external forces that make me upset inside can just be fixed my sh. tbh I need to make my sh not eating and working out too much instead of cutting cause hiding the cuts is so annoying like I dont feel like wearing long sleeves in the summer again. I need to not eat any processed foods and get on track to just have no appetite (I didn't for like a week long time period in the beginning of January). anyways im just really upset now and turning to my venting on here cause I dont want to bother anyone with my problems anymore since clearly telling my parents the most basic issue ever is not being received well. like really. just make you child happy. but nooo they dont know about how suicidal I am and any of my other issues cause I dont tell them. they just dont dress anything either. like I need a breast reduction and my mom was just like well talk about that later... well it is much later now and guess what, still haven't talked about it. id rather just die right now. I cant endure 3 more years of college at the place im going right now. I just cant live in the state I do right now and need to move. everything would be solved. but for now, all I can do is loose 20 pounds and be skinny and smart so I can exist in a physical state thats tolerable to me. I just need a break from everything else though. ok ill probably return later but at least this vent right now stopped me from racing downstairs and picking out a new xacto for a real release. ok bye bye

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baepsaesbae · 3 years ago

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None of Your Business

Pairing— Jung Hoseok x reader

Genre— SMUT, enemies to lovers au, business/professional life au, slight angst, slight fluff, mutual pining bc im a slut for that

Warnings— inappropriate workplace behavior, explicit unprotected sex, face sitting, slight biting, one (1) butt slap, dirty talk, swearing, switch!Hoseok, Hoseok being a god damn nuisance, (also I’m not a business person so if you are and I state inaccurate/dumb things I apologize in advance)

Word Count— 8.9k

Summary— You have a shot at attaining a huge promotion at your company. The only problem standing in your way is the same one that annoyed you in college. Jung Hoseok. How will you manage to spend an entire weekend at a conference juggling impressing your supervisors while simultaneously battling Hoseok?

A/N— This super cool banner was made by the one and only @kimtaehyunq, thank you so much! Please let me know what you guys think. Feel free to leave a comment or send an ask!

The business world has always been mercilessly cutthroat; that’s one of the first things business students learn when they enter college. The competition to get an internship at a top company was fierce. Recruiting has to start at least a year in advance if you even want to give yourself a chance.

Luckily for you, you were the top student in your program. Well, one of the top students. Over the past four years, your position had been flip flopping with some surprisingly competent bonehead who annoyingly plagued your life.

“Excited to be graduating this semester, ___?” an all too familiar voice interrupted your studying.

“Excited to graduate as top of the class? Yes, of course,” you replied coldly.

“Top of the class? That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” the handsome boy sat on your table.

“I think it’ll be pretty much set in stone after this last final,” you returned your attention to your notes.

“Well, even if you’re number one, I think experience matters a lot in this field,” the boy refused to leave you alone.

“Then it’s a good thing I did an internship with one of the top companies over the summer,” you glared at him.

“Oh yeah, how could I forget about the internship that you stole from me?” the boy pouted.

��I was obviously more qualified. And how could you say that when you stole my opportunity to go on a study abroad trip with my favorite professor last Spring Break? I’m still furious that he chose you over me solely because you were sleeping with his daughter,” you retorted.

“That was a coincidence! I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that,” he tried to defend himself.

“Whatever. Do me a favor and leave me alone, Hoseok. Hopefully today will be the last time I’ll ever see you.”

“That’s kind of sad to think about. Who else will get under my skin and annoy me every time they open their mouth?” Hoseok bantered, “Also, I told you to call me Hobi.”

“That would imply that we’re on friendly terms. I don’t like lying, Hoseok.”

“Fine. Good luck on that last final. See you around,” Hoseok hopped off the table and patted your head.

“Don’t touch me,” you grumbled as he walked away.

That was five years ago.

The company that you interned with gave you a job offer immediately after graduation. Quickly moving up through the ranks proved to be an easy feat since your tenacious nature made you the ideal employee.

You were currently waiting outside of the CEO’s office. Seconds felt like hours as you mindlessly bounced your leg. It was eerily silent, and all you could hear were the click clacks of the receptionist’s keyboard as she worked. You looked around at the bleak décor that was a sorry excuse for modernism as you racked your brain. Were you in trouble? Did something happen? You were summoned up for a meeting but had no clue what it was going to be about.

Once you were finally called in, you were greeted by both the CEO and VP of the company.

“___, please take a seat,” the CEO politely smiled, “As you know, I am getting old. I am unmarried, so therefore I have no one to oversee the company after I’m gone. The executive council and I have been looking for people to fill my shoes. Or at the very least, take a seat on the executive council if one of them were to take my place.”

“Your numbers have been exceptional this month,” the VP chimed in, “And every month prior. After much deliberation, your name has been cast into the lot.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Being a member of the executive council at your age was almost unheard of.

“There is one other candidate that has also been hand selected at the other branch. You both are to attend a conference in which you will mingle with executives from other companies. There will also be a time in which you will pitch an idea to me on how to make this company better,” the CEO continued when he saw your loss for words.

“First and foremost I would like to thank you for this opportunity. I will do my best to live up to your expectations,” you bowed to show your gratitude.

“Perfect. The conference is in two weeks. I believe that should give you ample time to prepare your presentation,” the VP shook your hand.

After shaking hands with the CEO, you turned to leave. However, something was nagging you.

“May I ask who the other candidate is?” you inquired.

“Jung Hoseok from the northern branch,” the VP answered without missing a beat.

“Ah,” your brain exploded.

“Do you know him?” the CEO asked.

“We went to college together. I know of him,” you said curtly.

“Well you’ll finally get your chance to meet him. I’ve heard he’s very popular with the ladies at his branch. That’s not pertinent to his skills; however, you can’t blame an old man for wanting to know the gossip of his own employees,” the old man chuckled.

“Of course,” you smiled politely as you excused yourself from the office.

Jung Hoseok? That douchebag? Just your luck to run into him again (to fight for the next step in your career no less!). You think back on all the run ins you had with him during your collegiate days. Nothing but irritating memories of the two of you competing for the top spot came to mind.

Whatever. It didn’t matter who the other candidate was. You had to get to work and come up with a brilliant plan that will impress the CEO. You brushed the thought of Hoseok aside. It had been a couple of years, maybe he wouldn’t even remember you. There’s no need to stress out over something so trivial.

The weekend of the conference had finally arrived. You were instructed to travel together with Hoseok. You waited alone at the airport terminal. If you were lucky, Hoseok wouldn’t show up at all. You weren’t.

“___!” Hoseok called out your name in a sing songy voice.

“Hello Hoseok. Glad to see you haven’t changed,” you were already irritated.

“How are you? It’s been so long. You look great!” he went in for a hug but you turned away.

He stood awkwardly with his arms in the air for a second until he bounced back. He took the seat next to you and began chatting. You answered his list of questions apathetically.

“Did I do something to offend you?” Hoseok finally asked.

“I just think it’s funny that even after all these years, I still have to compete with you,” you retorted.

“Still hung up on that? It doesn’t even matter anymore. We got good jobs and now we’re here. Together! Isn’t that cool?”

“No, not at all. Although I guess it will be nostalgic coming out on top once again,” you smirked.

“Your competitive nature always amused me. You’re so cute when you lose,” Hoseok teased.

“I never lost to you,” you gasped.

“That’s not what that one study abroad trip with Professor whatshisname says,” he cooed.

“Professor Namjoon! You knew he was my favorite, you prick. At least I graduated as top of the class with honors,” you argued.

“My GPA was off by thousandths of a point. That doesn’t really bother me. But I’m glad you have something that makes you happy,” Hoseok shrugged.

‘This is gonna be one long fucking weekend’, you thought.

The flight was short and pleasant since Hoseok left you alone. You wanted to see as little of him as possible during this trip. You intended to get that promotion no matter what.

After the plane landed, the two of you made your way to the hotel that was hosting the conference.

“Hi, last name ___ and Jung?” you smiled at the hotel concierge.

“Ah yes, you guys are here for the business conference?” the concierge asked.

“Indeed we are!” Hoseok chimed in from behind you.

“Alrighty, I got you guys all checked in. Enjoy your stay!” the concierge handed you a singular set of keys.

“Oh, I’m sorry, there must be a mistake. We’re in two separate rooms,” you politely tried to hand back the keys.

“The reservation is for a singular suite,” the concierge explained.

“Probably cheaper that way,” Hoseok reasoned while nodding.

Your fake smile faltered for a second. How the hell are you supposed to spend an entire weekend sharing a room with the most despicable person on the planet?

At least the hotel itself was grand. There was no way you’d ever be able to afford to stay in such a swanky place. The lobby was decorated with ornate marble pillars that were laced with gold trimmings. It even had a fancy fountain in the middle to greet incoming guests, which you thought was a bit overkill.

“Excited to sleep with me, princess?” Hoseok teased, obviously picking up on your annoyance.

“Fuck off. Stay the hell away from my bed and my things,” you spat.

“Who’s to say that you won’t be able to stay away from my bed?” he smirked.

“You wish,” you rolled your eyes as the elevator finally stopped on the top floor.

You led the way to your shared suite with Hoseok. The trip was exhausting; you couldn’t wait to take a nap on your large luxurious bed that was probably topped with Egyptian cotton (one can dream).

You immediately dropped your bags on the side of the room and flopped onto the bed, shutting your eyes.

“Interesting,” Hoseok said.

You ignored him.

“Very interesting,” he continued.

“What? What is so interesting?” you sat up and glared at him in frustration.

“Take a quick glance around the room,” he suggested.

Your heart sank, “No fucking way.”

You loved this trope in fanfics, but in real life? Fuck no, not with this asshole. Yes, there was only one luxurious king sized bed in the room.

“Well, looks like you're going to sleep on the floor,” you smiled sweetly at him.

“The bed is huge, we can definitely share,” Hoseok argued.

“I think the fuck not,” you dropped back onto the bed, “I’m sure you’ll whore your way into someone else’s bed each night anyway.”

“I don’t think I need to, not when I’m already sharing a bed with you,” he flirted.

“Bite me, Hoseok,” you sighed, not in the mood for a tit for tat.

“Are you into that? I’d happily oblige,” he responded as he sat on the other side of the bed.

“I’m afraid that’s confidential information that you are not privy to,” you huffed, turning away from him.

“Are you really going to make me sleep on the floor?” he asked quietly.

“Would you listen to me if I said I wanted you to?” you were curious to know.

“Look, I’ll admit that I can be an asshole, but I’m not a creep. If you’re really not comfortable with sharing a bed with me I’ll sleep on the floor. All I’d ask of you is to spare me a pillow.”

There was a short silence as you mulled over your options.

“Fine, we can share the bed. But I demand a pillow divider to be set between us,” you caved.

“Wahoo! Thank you so much for your generosity, ___. Do you want to use the bathroom to get ready for bed first, or shall I?” Hoseok celebrated.

“I’ll get ready first,” you lazily rolled off the bed and trudged to the bathroom.

You were so tired that you missed hearing Hoseok’s soft chuckle as he watched you stumble to the bathroom. He patiently waited for you to finish before it was his turn to get ready for bed. You were sound asleep by the time he was done.

The blankets were haphazardly sprawled out on your side of the bed. One leg was under the covers while the other was completely exposed. Your mouth was agape with a bit of drool seeping out, and your shirt lifted up to expose some of your tummy.

Hoseok smiled at the sight. Never in a million years did he think he’d ever be lucky enough to see you like this. He pulled down your shirt in an attempt to make you look decent, but there was nothing he could do about your drooling. He tucked you into the sheets properly, making sure that the blankets covered you up to your neck.

He settled into his side of the bed. You forgot to put up the pillow divider. Hoseok stared up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He turned over to face you in an attempt to get comfortable.

‘She looks so sweet. Almost cute,’ Hoseok thought.

He quickly brushed the thought aside. You were his rival, and have been since the first day of college years ago. He sat up and created a pillow barrier. Bickering with you first thing in the morning was the last thing he wanted.

The first day of the conference was filled with attending various meetings while attempting to make as many networking connections as possible. You got up early and left the room before Hoseok was even awake. The less time spent with him, the better.

Of course, completely avoiding him was impossible. You were to sit with your respective company during the meetings and presentations. The VP sat between you and Hoseok, while the CEO switched between sitting on either side. You were thankful for the separation, but nervous nonetheless.

The CEO would occasionally lean over to ask you questions about the presentations, and he intently listened to your responses. The VP would merely look over occasionally to give you a smile or wink; he acted more like moral support. You knew the entire weekend would practically be an interview, but you underestimated how anxiety inducing it would be.

The higher ups finally left you alone when lunchtime came around. You picked up your lunch in the hotel’s decadent ballroom that had been turned into an eating area. You scouted an empty table in the far corner of the room in the hopes of finding some peace and quiet.

Hoseok had other plans. He saw you sit down at the table and happily followed you.

“Hey there buddy!” he greeted you as he sat down.

“Shouldn’t you be networking with new people?” you rolled your eyes at him.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he retorted as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“I’ve been doing that since before you were awake. I think I deserve a break,” you replied.

“I forgot that you’re quite the hard worker. I couldn’t have asked for better competition,” he said.

“Was that a compliment?” you asked with an amused grin.

“Yeah, and it’s the only one you’ll ever get from me. Is your pitch to the CEO ready?” Hoseok inquired.

“It has been. And no, I’m not going to tell you what it is,” you proudly answered.

“Oh c’mon! Mine is ready too! You’re a damn fool if you think I’m gonna steal your idea. I’m just curious,” he pouted.

“Fine. I’ll tell you if you tell me yours first,” you offered.

“So distrustful,” Hoseok feigned offense, “Okay, so I think offering higher bonuses for working overtime would be a good start. There could even be competitive bonuses in each department for the person who gets the best numbers that month.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” you said at first, “But don’t you think that would just create more animosity between coworkers?”

“I think competition is a healthy motivation factor. It worked for me in college,” Hoseok defended his idea.

“Everyone is competitive in college. Especially in the business schools,” you argued.

“Yeah, but not everyone is you,” Hoseok stated.

“Excuse me?”

“Honestly, I probably wouldn’t be here today if you weren’t always on my ass,” he admitted, “Being your rival was kinda fun. You got flustered so easily, it was almost cute.”

“I do not get flustered easily! Plus, it was always you who was on my ass,” you huffed.

“I see that you still do,” Hoseok laughed, “But seriously. The universe brought us together again so I guess it’s telling me to thank you.”

“That’s uncharacteristically nice of you to say,” you looked away from him to hide your reddening cheeks, “You pushed me too, so thanks for that...I guess.”

“Mhm, no problem buddy. I’ll see you in the next presentation room,” he got up to leave.

“Wait Hoseok!” you called after him.

“Yeah?” he turned around quickly.

“I didn’t tell you my idea--”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s brilliant,” he winked before walking away.

The rest of the day passed by quickly. You retired to your room, exhausted from all the forced socialization. Your mind was stuck on what Hoseok said earlier. Maybe he wasn’t as big of an asshole as you thought. Perhaps you mistook a friendly rivalry for toxic competition.

You were sprawled out across the bed in your pjs when Hoseok entered the room.

“Are you gonna sleep like that?” he asked.

“You’re gonna have to forcibly remove me from your side if you want it that badly,” you replied with your eyes still closed.

“That’s fine,” Hoseok said as he abruptly rolled you over to your side.

“Hey!” you squeaked out in protest.

“It was either that, or I laid on top of you and suffocated you.”

“Hmph,” you let out a displeased noise.

“Oh my god, you’re so bratty. How old are you?” Hoseok chuckled.

“Old enough to know that you’re a meanie,” your response was muffled by the pillow you buried your face in.

“Sorry I’m a what?” Hoseok teased.

“A meanie!” you quickly got up and slammed a pillow into Hoseok, catching him by surprise.

“I’m the meanie? You just pelted me with a pillow!” he cowered away from you.

“And I’ll do it again!” you threatened.

“I don’t think so,” Hoseok suddenly lurched forward, tackling you back onto your side of the bed.

You’re both laughing at this point. Seeing Hoseok up close and personal made you realize how handsome he truly was. Had he always been this attractive? Hoseok’s cheerful laugh echoed throughout the room as he loomed over you, pinning you down.

“I’ll get off if you promise not to hit me with a pillow ever again,” Hoseok tried to say in a serious tone, but his smile betrayed him.

“Sorry, I can’t make such a ridiculous promise,” you sassed.

“God, you really are so bratty. Kinda cute, kinda naughty,” Hoseok tsked.

“There’s nothing you can do about it,” you stuck your tongue out at him.

Hoseok leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Oh, I’m sure there’s something I could do.”

That sent chills down your spine. This was perhaps the most intimate moment you’ve shared with someone in a long time.

“Keep dreaming then, lover boy,” you said. Truth be told, just that one sentence turned you on, but you couldn’t let him know that.

“As you wish,” Hoseok released you and retreated back to his side of the bed.

“Maybe you aren’t as big of an asshole as I remembered,” you chuckled.

“You thought I was an asshole?” Hoseok laughed.

“I did. Maybe I still do. Not that it matters, we’ll never see each other again after this stupid conference.”

“That’s not true,” Hoseok disagreed, “I’ll be on the executive council, so you may see me from time to time.”

“I like the confidence. Too bad it’s in vain,” you teased, “I’m going to bed. Our day starts early tomorrow.”

“Our?”

“The. The day starts early tomorrow. Just go to bed Hoseok,” your turned over to conceal the faint smile on your face. Maybe he wasn’t so bad afterall.

The second day of the conference started off as boring as the previous day. The various presenters droned on about different strategies regarding the improvement of a company with a plethora of charts and numbers to back it all up. The CEO wasn’t as talkative today to either you or Hoseok. The VP still made his reassuring gestures to you, flashing smiles and winks here and there.

“Can I see you privately after the last morning presentation?” the VP whispered to you.

“Yes, of course!” you excitedly answer. Currying the VP’s favor may come in handy later.

After the last presentation, the VP discreetly led you to a vacant corner. His tone became serious as he began to speak.

“The CEO discussed his initial thoughts with me last night. I know I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but he’s currently leaning towards Hoseok,” he explained.

The news made your heart sink.

“I’d rather see you on the executive council, if I’m being frank. My pride is on the line since I recommended you,” his voice lowered, “However, I think there is a way to sway his opinion.”

“Which is?” you eagerly asked.

“Someone might overhear here, meet me in my room in an hour,” the VP covertly handed you his room key.

He walked away without another word. The fact that the VP was on your side gave you a faint sliver of hope. The next hour of free time was spent frantically networking while your mind was obviously elsewhere. Every now and then you heard Hoseok’s voice, and just the sound of it spurred you on to make even more connections. By the end of it, your face began to hurt from all the fake smiling.

You were standing in front of the VP’s hotel room exactly an hour after your secret rendezvous. The door opened immediately after you knocked.

“You’re extremely punctual; that’s wonderful,” the VP observed as you entered, “Make yourself comfortable.”

You scoured the room to find a place to sit. Your uneasiness must have been obvious, as the VP gestured towards the bed.

“Thank you,” you said as you awkwardly sat at the edge of the bed, “What is your plan?”

“It’s quite simple actually,” the VP sat beside you, “I just need to get to know you better. That way I can give an authentic and flawless review to the CEO.”

“So, you’re going to conduct an in-depth interview?” you asked timidly as you noticed him scooting closer to you.

“You could say that,” he voice lowered as he rested his hand on your thigh, “We have about 45 free minutes remaining. I believe you should make the most of this interview, Miss ___,” he smiled slyly as his hand began to travel upwards.

“How dare you?!” you yelled as you abruptly pushed him off of you, “I’m going to report you to HR!”

“Then say goodbye to your promotion. You really think you were chosen just because your numbers have been decent? You definitely were not the CEO’s first choice. He didn’t even know who you were. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be here,” he explained with a shit eating grin.

“Then why the hell would you even bring me up to the CEO? Just so you could try and sleep with me?” you were enraged.

“Don’t blame me for wanting some eye candy to entertain me during this god awful convention,” he smirked.

“Fuck you, you fucking pig,” you spat.

“Ohhh feisty. I like that in a girl. If you leave now, you can kiss that promotion goodbye,” the VP called out to you as you stormed towards the door.

“And you can kiss my ass, and shove that promotion up yours,” you snapped, flipping him off before slamming the door behind you.

Tears welled in your eyes as you made your way to your room. You were absolutely distraught. Had all your hard work been for nothing? Had you been nothing but a pretty sight for men to stare at for the past five years?

You entered your hotel room to find Hoseok laying on the bed. You quickly wiped away your tears; you hadn’t expected him to be there. He appeared to be taking a nap. You watched his chest rise and fall slowly as you snuck into the bathroom. You freshened yourself up to the best of your abilities. Maybe a little power nap would help calm your nerves. Too bad Hoseok was taking up the bed. Fuck.

You left the bathroom to see if maybe you could curl up in one of the corners of the bed. Luckily, Hoseok was on his side of the bed. You set a timer for half an hour and slowly crawled under the covers. Your eyelids felt heavy as you closed them.

“If you wanted to cuddle you could’ve just let me know,” Hoseok’s voice surprised you.

“Well, I don’t. Leave me alone,” you responded.

“What if I want to cuddle?” he asked.

“There is an abundance of perfectly good pillows for you to use,” you sighed, then sniffled a little.

“Are you sick?” Hoseok asked with a worried tone.

“No, I’m fine,” you answered quickly, panicking.

“___, what’s wrong?” Hoseok was sitting up now.

“Nothing, leave me alone,” you turned away.

“If you insist, I won’t push it. Just know that you can talk to me if you need to,” he offered.

You heard him get off the bed. You pulled the sheets over your head to hide your face. You cried silently as Hoseok shuffled around the room, presumably getting ready to leave. Suddenly, he pounced on you.

“Hoseok! What the fu--” you cried out as he yanked the sheets off of you.

“Surprise attack!” he gleefully exclaimed.

His expression quickly changed when he saw your tear streaked face. You looked up at him with puffy eyes. You were too exhausted to hold your cold stare. Instead, you looked away in embarrassment.

“___, what happened?” he asked softly.

“It doesn’t matter. But congrats, you basically got the promotion,” you laughed in defeat.

“You spoke with the CEO?” Hoseok was shocked.

“No, with the VP. That stupid son of a bitch. He--nevermind. I blew my chance, so the job is all yours. I am almost positive that I am unemployed now as well,” the tears returned and you couldn’t stop them.

“Hey, ___, it’s okay,” Hoseok tried to comfort you, “If the CEO didn’t tell you himself, then you can’t be 100% certain.”

“I was literally only invited because the VP tried to get in my pants!” you blurted out.

“What?” Hoseok was dumbfounded.

“He just told me that I’d have the job if I had sex with him. Can you fucking believe that? How long have I not been taken seriously? This has been so demoralizing,” you let it all out.

“Aw, c’mere,” Hoseok pulled you up and gave you a warm embrace, “What did you say to him?”

“I told him to shove it,” you sniffled against his firm chest.

“There’s the you I know. You haven’t changed a bit,” he chuckled, “We can talk to the CEO together tomorrow about this.”

“Why would you help me? The promotion is basically yours because of this,” you sighed.

“I don’t really care for it, if I’m being honest. I’m satisfied with my job now. I don’t want any more responsibilities,” he answered while stroking your hair.

“Then why are you here?” you looked up at him.

“I only agreed to come after they told me that you’d be here,” he admitted.

You didn’t know what to say. Too many things have happened in the past hour alone.

“Don’t get it twisted, I was just curious to see how you’ve been after all these years. Plus a free trip is always enticing. Getting to share a bed with you has just been an added bonus,” he smiled.

Your timer rang, causing you to break away from Hoseok’s arms.

“Guess it’s time to go to more boring meetings. Yay,” Hoseok feigned enthusiasm.

“I’m gonna stay here. There’s no point in me attending anymore,” you stated.

“Nope, you’re going. I’m dragging you with me! You gotta show the VP that he didn’t frazzle you at all. Fuck that guy. Well, not literally,” Hoseok was pulling you out of bed.

Hoseok subtly made sure that you sat between him and the CEO the entire time. You caught him giving the VP dirty looks, which made you feel a little better.

You quickly excused yourself after the last meeting and tried to make a break for your room. Unfortunately, Hoseok prevented you from doing so.

“You got a date for the banquet tonight?” he asked.

“No. It shouldn’t be too much of a problem because I’m not going. Have fun with your date though,” you shook your head.

“Who said I had a date?”

“I’m sure women were basically throwing themselves at you.”

“You’re not wrong, but I turned them all down. I have my eyes set on one gal.”

“Lucky her, I guess,” you rolled your eyes.

“Indeed. Although I still gotta ask her,” he looked around the room as if he was searching for her.

“You better hurry. Isn’t it in a couple hours?”

“Yep. Alright, here goes nothing!” Hoseok rushed off, finally giving you the chance to disappear.

You let out a sigh of relief as the elevator doors start to close. However, someone’s hand shot through at the last second. Hoseok stumbled in as the elevator doors reopened. You groaned. Why can’t you escape him?

“Did she say yes?” you asked with an indifferent tone.

“Not sure yet. Will you go to the banquet with me?” Hoseok asked.

“Fuck off.”

“Alright, well she just said no. Ouch,” Hoseok clicked his tongue.

“Wait, are you being serious?” your eyes widened.

“If the word ‘date’ threw you off, then I’m happy with going as friends,” he proposed.

“I’m flattered, but I’m really not in the mood to party with random strangers.”

“You don’t have to. Just party with me. Why would I let you be sad and mopey all alone in a hotel room when you could be drinking free booze?”

“Is the alcohol is free?”

“Duh, it’s all being charged to the company. Plus dinner is served.”

“Ok fine, I’ll go. I guess I didn’t pack that stupid dress for nothing.”

“Let’s not allow a gorgeous dress to go to waste,” Hoseok agreed.

“You haven’t even seen it,” you suppressed a smile.

“Anything can be gorgeous if you’re the one wearing it,” he winked.

“Oh, shut up,” a small smile cracked on your face.

Hoseok was the first to get ready for the banquet. He wanted your look to be a surprise so he insisted on going first. You were beginning to find his weird yet endearing antics kind of cute.

You weren’t prepared when he came out of the bathroom. You were well aware that Hoseok was a handsome guy, maybe even handsome enough to model. However, you weren’t ready when Hoseok emerged in a grey suit with his hair styled to reveal his forehead. His radiance was comparable to that of the sun, and he only shone brighter when he smiled at you.

“You look good,” you tried to act cool.

“Thank you! I’ll admit I do enjoy dressing up from time to time. But who doesn’t, am I right?” he beamed.

You nodded as you hauled your things into the bathroom. After about an hour, you were ready: fully dressed, makeup done, confidence soaring. You had forgotten how therapeutic dressing up could be.

Your dress was a deep emerald green that was elegant yet seductive. It had a side slit that flirtatiously showed off one of your legs. The neckline gracefully outlined your cleavage while still remaining on the classy side.

“Holy shit. You look amazing!” Hoseok praised you as soon as you stepped out.

“I was only trying to match you,” you said shyly, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.

“I think it’s safe to say that we’ll be the most breathtaking duo there. Shall we depart?” he extended out an arm.

The dinner started out with boring speeches by people you didn’t care to remember the names of. Hoseok elected to sit at the table furthest away from the stage, which was an excellent choice. That allowed the two of you to chat the night away in hushed voices. You both had already gone through five glasses of wine by the time the speeches were finally over.

“The dance floor is now open! Enjoy the rest of the night, and don’t forget that there’s an open bar!” the MC shouted through the mic.

The lights dimmed and a disco ball lowered in the center of the room. People began to crowd the dance floor. You laughed with Hoseok as you both observed various awkward shuffles and sways.

“Wanna dance?” Hoseok yelled over the music.

“I can’t!” you yelled back.

“I’m sure you can! Let’s go!” Hoseok didn’t wait for a reply.

He dragged you to an empty space on the dance floor. The two of you began drawing attention to yourselves as soon as you stepped out. Two beauties were dancing in the open for everyone to see. You shyly swayed to the rhythm of the music and laughed at Hoseok’s silly moves. However, Hoseok began to move in a way that was absolutely bewitching. He looked like a professional dancer with the way he commanded his body to hit every beat. Hoseok had drawn a very large crowd as people began cheering him on.

You were amazed by his stage presence. You’ve always had a thing for dancers, and he looked downright sexy. The song ended and Hoseok gave his audience a dramatic bow, awarding him deafening applause.

“I didn’t know you could dance!” you shouted when he returned to your side.

“I like to dance in my free time! Did you like it?” he shouted back.

“I’ll admit it was sexy,” you laughed.

“You think I’m sexy?”

“Maybe I do,” you winked.

You had more fun than you expected while dancing with Hoseok. He made you feel secure, so you were able to let loose. You didn’t care what you looked like, as long as Hoseok was there with you.

The night progressed and you began to feel bold. A particularly raunchy song came on, as if it were asking you to grind on Hoseok. And that’s exactly what you did. You guided his hands to your hips as you grinded into his crotch

“You sure you wanna be doing that?” Hoseok spoke into your ear with a low voice.

“Absolutely,” you replied.

Hoseok spun you around and gazed at you intimately while he brought you closer into his body. Various body parts were rubbing against each other now. The sexual tension was palpable.

Hoseok’s hands were running up and down your body, and your mouth was dangerously close to his neck. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating. You couldn’t help yourself; you leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his neck. His low growl was an indication that he liked it, so you kissed him again with more vigor.

“You’re going to have to stop,” he scolded.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Did I overstep your boundaries?” you were embarrassed.

“Absolutely not. But I can’t fuck you out here in public now can I?” he towed you off the dance floor and made a beeline for the elevators.

Thank god no one else was in the elevator, neither of you could keep your paws off of each other. Hoseok’s hands were unabashedly feeling you up and down while his crotch was slowly grinding into yours. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as you planted kisses along his sharp jawline.

Hoseok couldn’t stop whispering naughty things into your ear during the entire elevator trip up to your shared room. His lowered voice sent chills down your spine as he expressed just how eager he was to finally have you. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second.

“I wanted to strip off that dress the moment I saw you wearing it,” he cooed, “God, I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look underneath me.”

“Hoseok, do you ever shut up?” you teased with a coy smile.

“I dunno, you might have to make me,” he played along.

“Maybe sitting on your handsome face will do the trick,” you said as you nipped his ear.

“Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

The elevator doors finally opened, and Hoseok quickly dragged you out. He immediately tore off your dress the moment the hotel room door was closed. You did him the same favor as you frantically unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his toned body.

“Why don’t you be a good boy and wait for me on the bed?” you suggested.

“Yes ma’am,” he complied, his eyes never leaving your body.

“Like what you see?” you asked, turning around slowly to fully show off the lingerie that perfectly complimented your body.

“You are so fucking sexy, ___,” Hoseok smiled in awe.

“I’m so glad you think so. You’re not too bad yourself,” you winked at him.

You finally joined Hoseok on the bed. You kiss his body from his abdomen all the way up his chest before stopping at his mouth. You took a second to relish the feeling of his plush lips against yours before he deepened the kiss with a ferocious intensity.

“Wanna try and shut me up now?” Hoseok lifted his eyebrows suggestively once the kiss broke.

“With pleasure,” you responded as you began to position yourself above him, “Wait, do you want me to take this off?” you gestured to your undergarments.

“No need,” he said before abruptly pulling aside your panties.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his face and stopped when you felt his breath on your pussy. Hoseok impatiently gripped your hips and pulled you directly onto his tongue. The sudden contact made you gasp. Hoseok didn’t waste any time getting down to business.

He flattened his tongue out to cover as much area as possible as he licked across your folds. He expertly flicked and lapped your pussy in the perfect places. Your legs began to tremble, and you had to grip onto the bed’s headboard for support.

You looked down to see the beautiful man’s face buried in your pussy; that sight alone was almost enough to bring you over the edge. Hoseok’s hands slithered their way up to your chest, where he began to twist and pull at your sensitive nipples through your bra.

“You taste--so good,” Hoseok panted out from underneath you.

��Should I get off--fuck!” you were interrupted by Hoseok sucking on your clit.

His mouth was heaven sent. Your body began to heat up and soon you lost the strength to hold yourself up even against the headboard.

You cried out as you came all over Hoseok’s face. His face was glistening with your juices as he smiled up at you. He seductively licked his lips to taste you again.

“Your turn?” you asked.

“As much as I wanna see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, I think I need to be inside you more,” he replied as he repositioned himself.

He stripped off the rest of his clothing. You watched with admiration as more of his skin became exposed.

“You can take off the fancy underwear now,” he said once he caught you staring.

“You don’t want to see it anymore?” you fakeed a pout.

“___, you’re drop dead gorgeous in it. However, I advise you to take it off yourself because I won’t hold back. I don’t want to ruin your underwear, just you,” he replied.

Hoseok mixed in little nibbles while he kissed along your neck. Your voice dripped with bliss as you quietly moaned.

“I guess you do like being bitten, huh? What about this?” Hoseok licked your neck, causing you to squirm underneath him.

“I think I like that too,” you whispered, biting your lip.

You wriggled out of your undergarments, leaving yourself completely naked in front of Hoseok. You pull at the hem of Hoseok’s underwear, eager to see what he was packing.

You were not disappointed. Although he was well endowed, what he lacked in length was made up for in girth.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m pretty sure I’m clean. I haven’t been intimate in an embarrassingly long amount of time,” you admitted, blushing.

“I find that hard to believe,” Hoseok said while kissing around your face, “Since you’re so damn beautiful,” his lips found yours and led you into a passionate kiss.

His hips began to grind into yours, his dick rubbing against your bare pussy. You wrapped your legs around him, bringing him closer.

“Please don’t tease me,” you pleaded.

“What are the magic words?” Hoseok teased.

“Fuck me, Hobi,” you begged.

“Oh my fucking god,” he growled.

He slammed his hips into yours, not giving you enough time to adjust to him. The stretch was intense at first, but it soon turned into nothing but pleasure. Your euphoria grew as he rhythmically bucked his hips into you.

Hoseok spread your legs out as wide as you could go, giving him quite the erotic view that only aroused him more. You tried to stifle your moans, but were failing miserably.

“Don’t hold back baby, let me hear you. Show me how good I make you feel,” he leaned over to whisper into your ear.

You complied instantly, your moans resounding around the room. Hoseok’s position allowed him to hit you deeply with every stroke. Without a word, he pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your knees. He roughly forced your chest down, leaving your ass in the air for him.

“Your ass is so fucking fat,” he said as his hand connected with your bare skin, causing you to shriek.

He kissed it afterward while his fingers teased your clit. He realigned himself with your entrance. This new position was even better than the last. You could no longer hold in your moans even if you wanted to. Hoseok repeatedly hit your g-spot, and you could feel another orgasm welling up within you.

“Hobi, I’m gonna cum,” you cry out.

“Say that again,” he demanded.

“I-i’m gonna cum!”

“No, not that. That’s hot but call me Hobi again,” he chuckled.

“Hobi!” you said with an exasperated tone.

“Yes princess? Fuck, I’m close,” Hoseok’s movements were becoming more haphazard by the second.

“Hobi, right there oh my god keep going please,” you begged, “Hobi...ah shit!” you came undone.

It wasn’t long after until Hoseok followed suit, pulling out to cum all over your ass. He rolled off the bed to get something to clean you up with.

“How are you feeling?” Hoseok asked.

“Better. You?” you answered.

“Doing pretty well. I fucked the girl of my dreams,” he said gleefully.

“Shut up,” you playfully pushed him.

“I’m serious. I’ve adored you since college. I lived for your playful banter,” he began to explain.

“It wasn’t playful,” you interjected.

“Yeah, I know. But that’s what made it fun! All the other girls just wanted to be with me for my looks or whatever. None of them knew the real me.”

“And I did?”

“More so than most. You always pushed me to do my best. I really just wanted to be good enough for you. Kind of silly huh? I even dated that girl in an attempt to make you jealous. Which backfired since her dad was Professor whatshisface who took me on that trip,” Hoseok opened up.

“Hobi I...I’m so sorry. I was such a bitch to you back then. And now too I guess. My competitive side gets the better of me. I was always annoyed by how you were seemingly good at everything. It even irritated me that you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life,” you began to apologize, “Oh, and his name is Namjoon. Professor Namjoon.”

“Thanks for reminding me. I hate to admit it but he made me a little jealous. I wanted you to praise me the way you praised him. Anyway, things can change now that everything's out in the open,” Hoseok smiled, “You’re even calling me Hobi! I’ve been dreaming about this moment.”

“Was it everything you ever hoped for?” you joked.

“You said it when you asked me to fuck you, then you said it multiple times while I was balls deep inside of you. So yeah, I would say it was everything I could’ve hoped for, if not more,” he pulled you into his chest.

The two of you continued talking for what felt like hours while cuddling. You hadn’t been this relaxed in ages. You were nearly asleep on his chest when he stroked a strand of hair from your face.

“Tomorrow will be interesting, huh?” he said softly.

“I guess I still have to pitch my idea to the CEO,” you sighed softly, “What a waste of time.”

“It’s not a waste of time if you’re gonna get the promotion,” Hoseok reprimanded.

“I already told you, I’m not. The VP will make sure that you get it. This is good for you. Don’t worry about me,” you kissed his cheek, “We should get some sleep now.”

“Alright. Goodnight, ___,” he kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight Hobi.”

“Fuck, I really love when you say that.”

It was time. Time to pitch your idea to the CEO for no damn reason. You were beyond nervous, and Hoseok could tell. He tried to ease your nerves by giving you a firm shoulder massage as you both waited to be called into a small conference room.

The VP emerged, ignoring your mean scowl, and called Hoseok in to present first. Of course he would go first, no need to waste time hearing your proposal.

It was an anxiety riddled wait. You recounted the previous day’s events, which was a mistake because that only infuriated you. The whole situation was an affront on your character, and you will not stand for it. You debated giving the VP another piece of your mind at the end of everything.

“___, you’re up,” the VP called you after Hobi finished.

“You’re gonna kill it,” Hobi encouraged you, coupled with a pat on the back.

“This is pointless and you know that,” you sighed.

Hobi shook his head in disagreement. It was heartwarming to see how supportive he was being. Maybe it was due to the fact that the job was practically his already. It doesn’t matter now.

“Good morning gentlemen,” you greet them.

“The floor is yours, Miss ___,” the CEO responded cordially.

“I’ll keep it short and simple. I propose that the best way to improve the company is to shorten work day hours and increase PTO days,” you said confidently.

“Is that it? Can you expound on that?” the VP cynically asked.

“Yes, I’m so glad you asked,” you smiled coldly, “Studies show that employees are exponentially more productive when they are happier. Not only will the company become more efficient, but the overall company atmosphere will become more positive. Interpersonal relationships between employees and bosses will improve in an appropriate professional manner,” you glared at the VP.

“That’s a very interesting take,” the CEO said thoughtfully, “Do you have any suggestions regarding the actual work that the company does?”

“No sir. The company has been thriving, so I believe that the way things are running now are proficient. However, as a company, we should always be willing to listen to our employees’ concerns,” you stated.

“You’ve brought up interesting points to the table. As an employee, do you have any concerns you’d like to express?” the CEO asked.

“There is one pressing matter that comes to mind,” you stole a glance at the VP to see him shift uncomfortably in his seat, “I firmly expect that employee/supervisor relationships should be strictly professional.”

“Are you just giving us your opinion on office romances?” the VP sneered.

“I believe that trying to use intimacy as leverage is highly immoral, if not a fireable offense,” you held your ground.

“Of course,” the CEO agreed.

“Then said employee would simply need to file a complaint with HR,” the VP dismissed you.

“What better way to get my complaint heard than speaking directly to the CEO?” you smiled sweetly, “Sir, yesterday the man sitting beside you crudely suggested that I sleep with him in order to gain the promotion. He also alluded that all of my accomplishments are for naught, and that I am purely ‘eye candy’.”

“Is this true?” the CEO asked his VP in dismay.

“Of course not. She’s grasping at straws. Look how desperate she is to get the job,” the VP quickly defended himself.

“I am not lying. I am fully prepared to be fired on the spot. I cannot continue to work at a company that allows this kind of sloppy behavior to go unpunished. Thank you for your time,” you bowed and quickly took your leave.

You released a huge sigh as soon as you were outside of the room. Hobi rushed over to your side. Suddenly, you began to laugh hysterically. Hobi looked at you nervously, obviously concerned about your mental state.

“Isn’t it so funny? All my hard work had just been flushed down the toilet by a stupid man drunk on power. I love that!” you wheezed.

“___, ___ calm down. What happened?” Hobi inquired.

You told him what just went down. A smile crept across his face as you got to the part where you put the VP on the spot.

“I wouldn’t count yourself out just yet dude,” Hoseok shrugged, “All we can do is wait.”

“Yeah, I’ll be the first one to congratulate you on your new job. Then I’ll begin my search for a new one,” you gave him a thumbs up.

The VP stumbled out of the room and angrily stomped towards the both of you.

“You fucking bitch! Who do you think you are? Do you even know what you’ve done? I know people. I’m gonna make sure your life is hell!” he yelled at you.

“That’s enough! You have been dismissed. I do not want to see your face around here again. Clean out your office on Monday,” the CEO ordered, “Would the both of you please follow me back into the room?”

You both timidly followed him, curious as to what he had to say.

“I apologize on behalf of the company for this incident. This isn’t the first time a complaint has been filed against him. Unfortunately, he always told me that they were just futile grasps for leverage and I foolishly believed him. However, his loss is your gain,” he smiled, “How would you like to be my new Vice President?”

You were agog. Hoseok’s eyes widened as he stood beside you.

“Surely there are more qualified people,” you stammered in disbelief.

“There definitely are. But none of them are what this company needs. It takes a special person to have their rival pitch all the reasons why you are a better candidate than they are,” the CEO happily nodded.

“I- he what?” you cast a surprised look at Hobi.

“Oh yes. He spent all his time highlighting your best qualities as an employee. It was quite a shock,” the CEO smiled.

“I will humbly accept your offer. Thank you so much sir, I will work even harder!” you bowed gratefully.

“That brings me to Mr. Jung. The position on the executive council is yours, if you want it,” the CEO offered.

“If the offer is unopposed, then I have no choice but to accept. I will do my best!” Hobi joined in your bowing.

“Wonderful! It’ll be refreshing to see some lively young faces at those atrocious meetings,” the CEO laughed, “Oh, and one more thing. The two of you will have to relocate to the main branch, I hope that’s okay. I look forward to working with both of you.”

You both nodded gleefully. After the CEO dismissed the pair of you, the trip back up to your hotel room was nothing but joyous. It was like you were in a dream that you never wanted to wake up from. You even pinched each other to make sure it was all real.

“I can’t believe you were advocating for me,” you hugged him.

“You deserve it. Your impressive diligence should not go unrewarded,” he squeezed you tighter, “Plus, this ended up being pretty sweet! Congratulations to both of us!”

“We need to go out to celebrate!” you wiggled.

“Yes! Let me take you out,” Hobi tackled you onto the bed.

“Where shall we go?” you playfully ask.

“Maybe we should go explore our new city together?” he suggested.

“Our?”

“Yes, our. And when I say I’m gonna take you out, I mean as a date. Because I want to date you. And have been wanting to for years,” Hoseok charismatically emphasized.

“I’m looking forward to starting this new chapter of my life with you then, Mr. Jung Hoseok,” you press your forehead against his.

“Imma be all up in your bidness girl,” he joked.

“Your business is my business now loser,” you teased back.

Looks like all that hard work had paid off, and there’s no better reward than finally being with Jung Hoseok.

#bts smut #bangtanarmynet #btswritingcafe #btscreatorscorner #ksmutclub #jung hoseok smut #bts angst #jung hoseok angst #bts fanfic #jhope smut #jhope angst #kpop fanfic #jhope fanfic #jung hoseok fanfic

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pikminbleu · 4 years ago

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ur anti-collage AU is fucking amazing n the dumb shit i live for, u mentioned u had reasons for different people not wanting/being able to go r u able to share?

oohh man im glad you asked!! god this is going to be so long hjkGHJKL heres the reasons for the ones shared until now:

Dave ==> i know its anticlimatic to start with the one i can’t really elaborate on but the jist is ==> he’s got a bad home situation and he’s kind of stuck with raising his brother until they can both leave ==> the details on what exactly goes down in his house remain blurry because he hasn’t shared it w everyone except karkat and also because he, just doesn’t ever share it, even June doesn’t know the full picture all she knows are like bits and pieces but she does know it’s incredibly bad even if he never talks ab it

Terezi ==> deception in the world has led her to give up on her dreams because “what’s the point” and “if i can’t make a difference then why try” she’s actually part of the ones who did go to college but dropped out!! i can’t pick what she’d be studying, maybe something on humanities? or law, which is kind of the obvious choice, ill be honest i know bat shit about american college fghjklGHJK ==> she talks a lot to vriska about the state of the world and how horrible it is and how blah blah blah blah and vriska tells her who cares get a job for money not for useless ideals ==> it’s also possible studies just stressed her out, and she dropped out from exhaustion, if you ask her about it she’ll probably draw a blank but that’s the case of most people in this au don’t ask them why they aren’t/didn’t go to college most of them will cry or laugh

nepeta ==> okay nepeta is just plain weird, she doesn’t abide to human rules ==> she doesn’t want to study because she wants to eat squirrels and sleep ==> i don’t have much to say other than she’s a cat stuck in a human’s body and its not in a catgirl way but like in a literal i am a cat reincarnated in a human’s body and i guess ill have fun in it since now i can talk and walk and have thumbs and shit ==> so why would she waste her time in college?? whats the point of college? humans are only advantageous when they do cool human things like talk about feelings or use their hands to make pretty things otherwise they’re so boring

Aradia ==> honestly i dont know i think she just got a job at marshalls and stayed there? because its blank and enough to live off of ==> i think she’s just keeping to this job because shes got nastier things to take care of in the dark ==> like magic, demon kind of shit, catch her at midnight with a shovel and a knife ==> so shes part of the ones who don’t really care to go: a club which now has nep and aradia in it!!

Sollux ==> hahaha a mess ==> another one in the club of ‘i dont want to go’ ==> he could go to college and leave behind all his friends and have to do things because they’re due ==> or he could work a shitty job for the rest of his life ==> everyone’s frustrated he doesn’t go honestly but his brain just!! doesnt vibe with it

Gamzee ==> im happy hanging out forever in this shop with my motherfuckin bros :o) ==> i dont think they could go into college even if they tried its one of these things they just dont think about because its blatantly obvious ==> the sky is blue, clowns are rad and im not going to college ==> come to think of it they probably didn’t finish high school either?? i dont know what are the requirements to be a GameStop employee ==> hopefully very very low

OH AND I FORGOT TAVROS MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD ==> life hasn’t been kind to him!! but he’s also kind of mediocre honestly ==> not very smart, not in full capacity of his body, not very confident in his abilities to do it either ==> i mean hes part of the most normal ones so college should be a default but ==> someone said he wouldn’t really make it, and even terezi dropped out, and he doesnt want to leave his friends even for a few years since hes kind of dependent on them ==> hes a disappointment to his family but yeah he lives w it }<<:)

#ac!au

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sugaryyangs · 4 years ago

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you're my 't-h-i-n-g'

taeyong × fem!reader

warnings: mature language and themes

genre: floof but i think theres a good amount of angst shoved in there im really sorry im bad at these things dhvehej

tags: pining, bestfriend!taeyong, badboi(?)!taeyong, jellybelly!taeyong

characters: you, taeyong, yuta and johnneh make a brief appearance, seventeen's yoon jeonghan is mentioned like twice

words: 3.6k

Do you remember back when you were a child? Do you remember meekly holding onto the object of your affection and feeling safe, desperate for it to stay by your side forever?

Whether it was a stuffed toy or your parents' big, warm arms, do you remember the sense of security only your 'thing' could make you feel? Knowing that no matter what, you were protected against all the evils your brain could muster back then?

Well, I guess it would be presumptuous of me to assume that every single person would remember their 'thing', mostly because some people just didn't get to experience having one at all.

Lee Taeyong was one of those people.

He'd grown up in a place he never spoke about once in the four years I've known him. Not willingly, anyway.

It was almost at the end of our sophomore year of college when I had finally managed to push him into opening up about his past, and boy was I taken aback. Not to exaggerate or anything, but anyone who knew Taeyong had the basic idea about his background, and what he told me still managed to shock me out of my wits.

I understood after that why he didn't talk about his past. If I were him, I wouldn't either. I was surrounded by absolute guilt for making Taeyong relive it through his words and vowed not to ever bring it up again.

Another thing that made sense to me after that conversation was why it was so hard for him to commit to relationships. Not just romantic ones, just relationships in general. As far as I know, apart from me, he didn't trust anyone.

Well, apart from me and them.

Taeyong never really let me get close to the guys at the tattoo shop, now that I think about it. He kept me completely separated from his other friends the first year and a half of knowing me. Not even a mention about what his day was like at work. I was honestly amazed by how efficiently he could swerve around the subject for so long.

After a while, he started mentioning their names but that was pretty much it. He rarely ever did that, though. But it wasn't like he was cutting off another personality of his from me or anything like that. I had a general idea of what they did. Even if Tae managed to keep me completely separated from all of that the best he could, he still was the same Lee Taeyong to me. He was still my best friend, so he obviously couldn't hide everything from me.

The first time I ever interacted with them (that too, only two of them) was a few weeks ago, during my fourth year of knowing Tae. It was a... questionable encounter. Now that I think about it, the highlight of that day wasn't even meeting Taeyong's friends.

Whoever fought with him that day had probably put up a good fight, because he was so hurt that day that he had no choice but to come to my apartment for help; and he hated having to be seen by me when he was hurt.

I was utterly terrified when I saw him, to be honest. The slash on his arm was long and it looked really deep. He had a lot of bruises on his leg, and those, too, only the ones I could see through his ripped jeans. There were scratches on his face as well. Tae told me that he'd only walked for around five minutes or so, but I was honestly surprised he'd managed to make it to my place in his state.

After my frantic attempts to clean up his injuries in a mixture of panicked questions, teary eyes and messy bandaging somehow made the bleeding stop (not completely, I could see the bloodstains on the bandage), I demanded that we head to the hospital immediately.

He refused to budge, claming that he "didn't need to", and I was near punching him square in the jaw.

"What the fuck do you mean, 'I don't need it'? Are you fucking insane, Tae? We're going. Now."

Now, I may not be the scariest person in the world, but I do know how to take my stance when I need to. No way in hell was I going to agree to let him bleed on my fucking couch for goodness knows how long before he passed out.

I stood in front of him, my arms crossed over my chest. He was watching me intensely, his piercing eyes looking straight into mine. I didn't know why, but for some reason, they always managed to make me weak.

This might not be the best time to bring this up, but yes, I possibly had feelings for Taeyong which weren't exactly platonic, per se. And yes, it was terrible, because he depended on me for love and support. It was wrong of me, and I was trying to stop.

But at that moment, I wasn't going to cave. Hell if I wouldn't try my best to battle his gaze, no matter the way it made me feel.

"Get up," I said, shoving every bit of authority I had inside me into my voice. "Now."

He parted his lips slightly and held the tip of his tongue between his teeth. His eyes flitted down from my face. Relief bloomed in my chest. The fear of the possibility of Taeyong's injuries getting worse flickered away slowly.

A doctor will look at him and he'll be fine, I told myself.

That was short-lived, though. Not more than two seconds later, he looked back up to meet my eyes, with a much darker gaze this time. The way he looked at me was so intense that I almost lost my breath. And then the realization hit me.

I was in a dress. Tae knew I only wore dresses on dates. Tae liked to know about who I was going out with. I hadn't told him about this one.

The anxiety was ten times harder this time than the one I had felt before. I looked away from his eyes to the couch behind him and, seeing his jaw tighten through my peripheral vision.

He shifted closer to me so that our knees were touching, taking me by surprise. I looked down at his arm, concern clawing at my chest as I saw more blood seep through the white bandage wrapped around his forearm, probably because he moved so suddenly.

"Tae, let's— let's not do this right now—"

"Who were you out with?"

My breath caught in my throat. I felt awful doing this. I felt awful knowing that he cared so much. I hated that I hoped that he didn't just care as a friend. I hated that I liked Lee Taeyong, a person who sought comfort in me.

And that's exactly why I wanted to move on. I couldn't just cut him out of my life, so I tried to busy myself with other people. He made it so much more difficult, though. It was hard enough for me to agree to go out with someone without having my heart shatter into pieces at the constant reminder that it was Taeyong that I truly liked by itself. The fact that Tae rarely ever approved of my dates made it even harder. That's why I chose to keep Jeonghan hidden from him.

But being dishonest to him was what hurt the most.

"Tae, please. You're not listening, we— we need to get you help—"

He cut me off, opening his legs and shifting to the edge of the couch so that I was standing between his thighs.

"I asked you a question."

I could feel tears prick at my eyes. Sucking in a shaky breath, I tried to compose myself.

"That isn't our priority right now, please, let's just go—"

"I said I'm Fucking Fine. Will you answer the God damned question now?" He raised his voice and I flinched slightly. Slowly, I could feel anger bubble at the back of my throat. Why did he have to yell? I never got this mad when he went out with someone I didn't like.

"That isn't any of your business," I mumbled, taking a step back. His hand immediately came to stop me, palm resting against the back of my knee and pulling me closer. It felt warm against my skin, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"What did you say?" He spat. He sounded livid.

I felt myself get aggravated, too.

"I said that it isn't any of your business," I repeated, pushing his hand off. I looked into his rage-filled eyes, intimidating to the core.

But I wasn't going to back down. Tae had no right to be this mad at me for going on a date, even if he cared. It wasn't like I had ever stopped him from going out with someone. Besides, he hadn't been completely honest with me about his life either.

"It very much is my fucking business," He mocked my tone from vefire as he stood up, towering over me slightly. I looked up at him as he leaned down to level our faces. My heart went to beat fast again, but I didn't let that affect me. We were having this argument now, no matter the way he made me feel.

"Yeah?" I challenged. "How come I never get to hear about who you're hanging out with, then?"

He looked taken aback. I couldn't believe him. Did he honestly think I was never going to bring up his friends, or rather, the fact that he entirely hid them from me? I didn't know them personally, but I knew they weren't the best people. Not with Taeyong coming home hurt like this.

"That isn't the same thing."

I scoffed, looking away. "How is it not the same thing? You've known me for four fucking years, Tae! Four! You thought I wouldn't question you hiding what seems to be an entirely different world from me? For all I know, you could—"

"It isn't the same thing because they won't try to get into my fucking pants!" He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "Those guys, that ask you out, they're — they're dangerous. All they want to do is fuck you, and they'll pounce on you the first chance they get-"

What the hell was he talking about?

"Then why the fuck do you keep your friends hidden from me? Don't you want to keep me locked away from them because they're dangerous as well? Like all my dates supposedly are?" I was shouting now, and I was sure my neighbor could hear me.

Taeyong rubbed a hand over his face in frustration.

"Fine. If you want to meet them that bad," he pulled his phone out and typed for a few seconds, before shoving it back into his pocket, "I called them over right now."

I stared at him in shock. If it was that easy, why didn't he just let me meet them before?

"W-What—" "Now will you tell me about this secret date of yours?"

He was still angry, it was obvious. But I calmed myself down, reminding myself that he was, in fact, hurt.

"Sit down first," I instructed. I'd managed to lose the ability to meet his eyes again. I took the glass he'd drank from when he arrived and filled it up with water, waiting as he settled on my small loveseat.

I tried figuring out a valid excuse for not telling him about Jeonghan. I knew it wasn't right for him to control who I dated, but I knew where he was coming from. He was Lee Taeyong, and this was his way to show that he cared.

I handed him the glass of water, motioning him to drink it, but he shook his head.

"You drink first. Your throat must be sore."

I complied, lifting the glass to my lips and taking a few sips. My throat felt a thousand times better. I filled it up again and went to sit next to Tae, watching the glass as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Here."

I turned my head slightly to look at him while handing him the tumbler and I instantly regretted it. He was watching me again. I froze.

He took the glass from my hand and drank, strongly holding my gaze. The glass made a quite thud when he placed it on the table, reminding me that we still had to talk about this.

I turned my attention to his fingers which rested on his thigh. Slowly, I inched my hand closer to his until they touched. Tae instantly interlocked our fingers and I immediately felt better. No matter how much he might have been making my heart race, holding his hand always made me feel comfortable.

"Your arm," I said, "it stopped bleeding."

He smiled, squeezing my hand. "Told you I would be okay."

I didn't know what to say. My heart felt as if it would combust at any given moment.

"Tell me," he pleaded, tugging at my arm slightly. I sighed, trying to come up with something which didn't sound completely stupid and was somewhat honest. "It's just that you— I— you rarely ever like the guys that ask me out and I really liked him, so I just thought that— that it would be better not to bring it up and so I—"

"Calm down." He leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Tell me slowly, it's okay."

I paused for a moment, trying to calm myself down. "You know Jeonghan from the— that ice cream place downtown?" I felt him stiffen. His lips ghosted over my ear and he let out a short "hm". It made me shiver and I prayed he didn't feel it.

"We just, um, went to get dinner. Nothing special."

Tae suddenly pulled back, completely serious. "Would you go out with him again?"

My eyes grew wide. I looked at our hands again. "Honestly? No."

That wasn't a lie. Jeonghan had offered to go back to his place and "spend the night" as soon as we finished our dinner which had immediately made me uncomfortable.

He tilted his head, asking me to tell him why. I looked up at him to find an unamused expression on his face.

"You have to promise me you won't do anything to him." At this, he cursed under his breath and looked away, already knowing that whatever was about to come next would make him want to punch the guy.

"Promise me," I repeated. He looked at me and nodded simply.

"I want verbal confirmation."

He let out an annoyed grunt, but he promised me, anyway. I told him what happened and his jaw clenched.

"Taeyong—"

"This is why I tell you to not date them." He closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them and looking at me again.

"Is there ever a problem when you go out with guys I like?"

Yes. Yes, there is.

"I— well, I mean I guess not."

I didn't even know if he could read me like an open book right now or not, I was in a daze. I prayed to everything holy that I wouldn't accidentally out my feelings for him.

He looked at me, and his eyes softened. Suddenly, he pulled my arm and lifted my leg, positioning it so that I sat on his thighs, straddling him. My thighs were on either side of him and my dress rode up.

What was he doing? I couldn't react, nor could I move. He was way too close to me. Lee Taeyong was mere inches from my face and I was sitting on him.

"T-Tae—"

"Then why do you go out with them?" He asked, looking at my cheeks. I couldn't think, my mind had gone blank.

He pulled me closer to him. I could see the scratches more clearly now.

"Because I— I," I attempted to speak but I couldn't. Not with him this close to me. He looked down to my lips, his tongue coming out to wet his own.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He whispered. My heart picked up it's pace. His voice sounded different when he was this close. I just nodded nonchalantly.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, trapping me in his hold. "I like you."

My breath hitched.

Who said that? Did I say that? No, I wasn't in a state to talk, I couldn't have. Was I hearing things, then?

I blinked in confusion.

"Don't leave me hanging," he chuckled nervously, making me realize what just happened.

Oh. Oh.

Taeyong said that?

I couldn't understand. He looked uneasy but he still wore a small smile on his face. Oh, that smile. Was this even real?

"I—" Again, I fumbled with my words, trying to speak. I couldn't. Oh my god, did Lee Taeyong just tell me that he likes me?

"Hm?"

I couldn't say anything. I couldn't. The feeling in my chest was unexplainable and it had completely wiped out all of the vocabulary in my brain. So I just nodded.

Tae let out a small giggle, and my heart melted. Oh my god, this was real.

"What do you mean by that, baby?"

I swooned at the name. He'd called me that name once before, and that was two years ago when I had caught a really bad bug; but God, I could never get enough of him calling me that. I lifted my arms and gripped his shoulders, bumping our noses.

He hummed again, encouraging me to go on.

"I like you too," I blurted. I still couldn't believe it. I was in Taeyong's lap, confessing to him.

He beamed, lifting his head to kiss both of my cheeks, sending butterflies down my stomach with each. He went up and kissed my forehead, hugging me close against him.

"Thank you," he smiled, breathless. He lifted his hand to hold my cheek, and honestly, I could've burst out into tears right then.

"Are you two done now?"

I jumped. Scrambling off of his lap, I heard someone clear their throat. Taeyong clicked his tongue in annoyance, getting up as I smoothed my dress down.

Two men stood at my doorstep — one had an eyebrow raised and was having a staring contest with Tae, and the other, much taller one was tapping away at his phone.

"H-Hi," I said bowing slightly. Good God, the first thing Tae's friends saw me do was probably the weirdest thing they'd ever witnessed.

" 'Sup. I'm Yuta, nice to finally meet you." The one that was having a staring contest with Tae said, breaking his eye contact with him and stepping closer to shake my hand.

"I got the whole thing on video! The others are gonna' be so jealous that I got to see this in person." The tall one said, finally looking up from his phone. "I'm Johnny."

I looked at Taeyong in panic, and I saw him sulking and scratching the back of his neck.

"You what—" "Introduce us!"

Taeyong cringed, "Well, you two already know who she is, so—"

"Yeah, yeah, we do. Do you still need a ride?" Yuta asked, not seeming interested at all.

"Actually," Tae said, his eyes finding mine for a split second before he looked back at Yuta, "I think I'm gonna stay the night."

"Well, okay. John, let's go." Johnny kept making a weird face at Tae, and to be very honest, I was unsettled.

"Would you guys like some water or anything? You're welcome to stay and rest for a bit if you'd like—" "No you're not, go away—"

"Shut up, Tae. Anyways, you need anything at all?" I asked, shushing Taeyong. Yuta looked at me, and let out a laugh.

"No, thanks. We've already seen enough, we wouldn't want to interrupt anything el—"

I was about to pass out then and there, but thankfully, Johnny dragged his friend away before he could finish.

"oKay bye bYe, it was nice meeting you!"

They shut the door behind them and I locked it close. I heard Tae sigh.

"Your friends are weird." I turned to face him, only to find him walking over to me.

"Yeah, I know." He engulfed me in a hug, burying his head in my neck. "They're such weebs, I don't want the rest of 'em to meet you. You might turn into one of them."

I let out a laugh at that, wondering what he meant.

"I'm sorry I yelled."

I sighed, hugging him back. "It's okay. I yelled, too."

I felt him smile against my skin. "I promise I'll work on the yelling. And on not getting hurt," I let out another laugh. "You'd better." This wasn't a dream, was it? "Or you can go to your tattoo buddies for help next time."

"You're so mean to me," he whined. "Can we sleep now, please?"

"You don't want to change?" I asked, pulling away and leaving him to grab some of his spare clothes I'd taken from his place some time ago. He hummed, following after me.

"I've waited for non-platonic cuddles for four years, so please, hurry up." He said, coming up to hug me from behind as I took out a sweatshirt and a pair of pajamas from the dresser.

"What are non-platonic cuddles?" I laughed, and he mumbled something random as a reply.

There in his arms, after four years of knowing him, I realized that even if Taeyong didn't get to have his 'thing', he had become mine. And there was a feeling of utter joy, happiness knowing that he would be here for a while.

I smiled, scared to wake up the next day, and have it all be a dream. But it wasn't. This was real.

Lee Taeyong was my 'thing' and I hoped that somewhere along the way, I would become his.

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justalittlebluetiefling · 4 years ago

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This is about the elections, so i understand if you dont want to answer in the moment

I am not from the US but i searched to see how the elections were going as it will probably affect all the world and there is something i dont understand.

It says that Biden is winning on electoral college votes and the first to reach 270 wins but Trump has more votes in total? How does that work? I wanna know 'cuz it seems really different compared to my country

I dont live there so im more chill about all of this but i cant imagine how stressfull is for all of you there. I wish all of you good luck

I have to admit, I’m not the most knowledgeable, but I’ve got a basic idea.

Re: the popular vote vs the electoral college; Hillary Clinton actually won the popular vote in 2016, but because of the way the electoral college votes are distributed, Trump ended winning. It’s actually not super uncommon for a Republican candidate to lose the popular vote but win the electoral vote... at least it’s happened multiple times in my lifetime.

Basically, the electoral college is garbage. They put it into place hundreds of years ago to “balance the interests of high-population states vs low-population states”. That’s the argument people use. They don’t want the cities with high populations to outweigh the interests of the rural communities. And like... I can get it on a basic level, I guess. But in my state, it doesn’t even matter. The right half and left half of my state are constantly arguing. The left half (huge city) keeps “turning the state blue” which upsets the right half (rural community) of the state and they want to split into two so that their voices are heard, too. (It’s never going to happen. Plus this is just my state-level drama lol) So, communities still feel like their voice is swallowed by the majorities in densely populated areas.

Sam Riegel retweeted this today and it’s basically my feelings on the electoral college.

I’m trying to stay positive, because no matter what people are trying to say, nothing is really finalized yet and probably won’t be for days due to the large number of absentee votes this year.

I don’t know. I wish I could give you a better explanation. This country and the way we run our politics just bums me out so hard that I constantly disengage and I’ve only started to get better about being more involved in the past decade. I feel like Biden’s going to tip the popular vote as the west coast numbers come in. I guess we’ll see how the electoral votes go...

#right now it's not looking great though #i swear #this country is a forking disaster #election night drama #anonymous #erin answers things #also thank you for wishing us luck #i'm kinda nauseous tbh

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strangerthingsharrington · 4 years ago

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Can’t Fight This Feeling

-12-

Once everyone came down from the shock of everything we started talking. Trying to think of something, anything, to get us out of the position we were in.

But..it was almost midnight and Dustin and Erica started showing their exhaustion. Erica fell asleep first with Dustin going about ten minutes later. Robin pushed through a little longer but she fell asleep leaning against one of the walls.

I was past the point of exhaustion and had new energy. I sighed and leaned against some of the boxes, trying in vain to relax.

A few feet away sat Steve, running a hand through his hair.

"Well?" I asked him.

He looked back at me questioningly, "Well?" he echoed.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

He sighed, "I have no idea, I mean, none of the buttons work and we can't climb out...I have no idea."

I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes, "The walkie talkie?" I wondered.

He hummed, "Maybe, but there's no point now since it's so late. Doubtful anyone would even hear it."

I bit my lip, "So we're just...stuck."

I heard him shuffling so I looked over to him and sat that he moved to sit right in front of me, our legs just a few inches away from each other.

"For now," he stated, "we're gonna get out of here...it just won't be through the elevator right now. When the doors open-"

"We'll have to fight," I finished simply.

He grinned at me, "Or be sneaky and get out," he raised his brows.

"Or be sneaky," I agreed, "how would we do that though?"

He sighed, "I'm not sure," he admitted, "that's the problem...it might have to be an on the move kinda plan that we can't plan for."

I knew he was right. We didn't know what was behind the doors. We didn't know what we were going to have to do. We wouldn't know what to do until the last possible second.

"Shit," I whispered.

"Hey," Steve softly said, causing my eyes to flash to him, "I was serious when I said I wouldn't let anything happen to Dustin, you know?"

I smiled back cautiously, "I know."

He cleared his throat, "That extends to you too, okay? I won't let anything happen to either of you...Robin and Erica too, obviously," he added, "I swear it."

"Thanks Steve," I told him.

Steve stretched his legs out in front of him, which put them next to my legs, "You happy to be almost done with school?" he questioned.

I sighed straightening my legs out too. It clicked in my head in an instant. Could this be the moment where I got all my feelings about King Steve off my chest? So that maybe every time I looked at Steve I wouldn't have this subconscious fear of whatever he was thinking about? Could this be the moment I, finally, stand up for myself the way I should've against them for years?

I cleared my throat and looked away from him, "Yeah, this is finally gonna be a good year I think, so I'm more looking forward to that."

"Finally?" he asked, puzzled.

I let my eyes ghost over him for a second before looking down at my lap, "Yeah...now that some certain kids are gone, I might actually have a pleasant school year."

I took a peak up at him and say his eyes watching me intently, "Who?"

Just as quickly as my semi bravery came, it was gone. I realized I didn't want to hurt his feelings or anything.

I looked down once again, "Tommy and Carole mostly...but um," I bit my lip, wishing I could backtrack and not say anything else, but I was too far gone, "you were there for one big one."

"What?" he blurted, shocked.

I took a breath and looked up at him, seeing the sadness already evident on his face, "When Tommy told me you had a crush on me? Then you laughed and told him how messed up that was. You also called me Lisa so..."

He sighed deeply and rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, "Shit," he whispered quietly, "I honestly don't remember that...but yeah that sounds like something douchy Steve would be involved in," Steve lamented, as I watched his body semi deflate as this realization.

I shrugged my shoulders gently, "You definitely were."

He ran a hand through his hair before bringing his knees up to his chest, "That's not...me anymore, Lou," he expressed, wrapping his arms around his knees.

I shot him a small smile, "So I've been told," I told him before sighing heavily, "Steve I don't-I dont necessarily think thats you anymore either...but that was just such a shitty thing, and I really wanted to get it off my chest."

He let his legs stretch out once more and his mouth fell open, "Is that...is that why you hadn't really talked to me when I started hanging around with Dustin? Or why you seemed a bit standoff-ish at the beginning of all this?" he wondered watching for my reaction.

I looked away from him as I nodded slowly.

"Lou," he breathed, I looked back to him and saw the regret in his eyes, he looked so sad, "I'm really sorry...about all of that," he told me earnestly, fidgeting with the hem of his scoops ahoy shirt.

I smiled a little and looked away from him, "Thanks."

"Please don't...accept the apology unless you...really accept it. I was a true asshole in school, and I just-shit," he said, looking up to the ceiling, "I know how much of a jerk I was to a lot of people, Lou. You included, same with Jonathan and probably Robin too."

"Steve," I began, "Steve, please look at me," I pleaded.

He took a second but he finally lowered his head and made eye contact with me.

"I know that...that was all high school shit and maybe it was to save face with Tommy H and Carole...regardless, yeah you kinda sucked in high school," I rambled, trying to get to my point, "but that doesn't seem like you now. And I wasn't bringing this up to make you feel bad or to upset or hurt you...it's just been something that's been weighing on me for so long, then we're thrown into this madness together. I just wanted to get this off of me so that I coukd start dealing with it instead of bottling it up."

"Trust me, I'm happy you brought it up," he told me, "I don't want you to have this version of me in your head anymore. The shit I did to a lot of people was-it was really messed up. I can't change it, but I can try and change the way you think of me going forward."

"I appreciate that a lot, Steve, really I do," I admitted, "we really don't have to keep talking about this...it's been said so we can just...continue onwards."

"Just before we move forward or whatever, I just...shit," he sighed running both hands through his hair before looking back to me with an intensity I hadnt seen before from him, "I will never intentionally hurt you, Louise. Seriously, I-I was a jerk back then, not that that's an excuse, but that's the truth. And I'm so sorry you've carried that around with you all this time, it should have never happened. I'm just...so sorry. Really, really from the bottom of my heart, I'm so sorry."

I was taken aback a bit because of his response to this. I never once thought he would react to this the way he did. With absolute sincerity and honesty and admitting how much of a jerk he was. I couldnt believe it.

"Thank-you, Steve," I said, breathlessly, "that means a lot to me."

He grinned sadly at me briefly before his eyes looked downcast. I looked away from him to give him his space after all of that. He finally spoke up after a few minutes.

"So I mean...have you started looking at colleges yet?" he asked quietly.

I smiled over at him, "A few...I think im gonna stay local though, be close to mom and Dust...especially knowing all this now, I'll wanna be as close as I can be," I chuckled.

"What about you? Where are you headed this year?" I asked him.

"To Scoops Ahoy," he answered automatically.

I squinted, "Oh...so no college?"

He cleared his throat, "No...I figured that I'd take a year off and work, you know, learn the value of earning and all that shit. Then figure out what I wanna do."

"That's smart, Steve," I smiled.

He shook his head with a small smile, "Honestly I just wanted to see if my story was as believable to people as I wanted it to be. Truthfully, I didn't get into any school that I wanted and my dad said I needed to get a job...and that's the scoops ahoy story."

I immediately felt bad for him, "I'm really sorry, Steve."

He shrugged, "Hey...that's life I guess. I proved my dad right that I wouldn't amount to anything other than working for him so...I mean, you heard what he said...I'm his biggest disappointment," he mumbled.

"What do you want to do?"

"What?"

"What do you want to be when you're older?"

He scratched his head, "Oh...I dont know, I guess. I've never really thought of it too much. What about you?"

"I want to be an accountant, I've done my moms taxes for the last few years just for fun before she gave them to the actual accountant and I've always been right. I like numbers and stuff," I explained, feeling self conscious that he would think I'm a nerd or something.

"That's a good one," he nodded with a smile, "you're really smart, Lou. You could literally do anything, I think."

My face flushed at his words, "Thanks," I said softly.

He hesitated with a thoughtful expression, "Maybe a teacher," he finally said, "I like hanging out with your brother and the other kids in the party for the most part...I like imparting my wisdom on them and helping them out...yeah...a teacher sounds good," he said with a very faint smile, but the smile was gone in an instant.

"But no school will take me for that...my grades were shit, no one would want me teaching their kids," he declared with an eye roll before looking to the wall.

I put my hand on his knee and shook it to get him to look at me, "Go and talk to the principle or something...maybe they can help out somehow? Taking night classes or something so you can bring your grades up?"

"Yeah that'd look good, Steve Harrington returns to Hawkins High because he got rejected from every school he applied to," he said sarcastically.

I scoffed, "No, it would look like, Steve Harrington returns to school to work towards a better life for himself."

"I'd probably flunk those classes too," he said dejected.

I scooted up so we were closer to each other, and took his hand in mine, looking right in his eyes, "Steve...you've gotta have faith in yourself. If you don't wanna work for your dad then don't work for him. If you don't want to turn out like him, then don't. Nothing is stopping you. You're young, Steve, you can make something of yourself. And you're smart-"

"Not really-"

"Yes you are! You can acknowledge things that you did wrong in the past, you helped with the plan for getting in here, and you're gonna help get us out! I dont know who's been telling you that you're not smart, but they're wrong. Just put your mind to something, Steve, and you'll get whatever it is that you want," I squeezed his hand as I spoke.

He sent me a small smile, "You should re think your career choice and become a motivational speaker."

I laughed quietly, "I'll think about it."

"But seriously, thank you for that...that huh...yeah that means a lot to have someone say that," he explained, putting his other hand over ours.

"No problem," I smiled, "and I'll help you too, Steve. Picking classes, with homework, studying, I'd be happy to help."

"Thank-you," he murmured.

I smiled at him before sliding myself back against the wall, letting his hand go gently in the process.

"So...when the door opens..."

"I'm telling you, I can take them on," he told me, "whoever is on the other side, I'll take them out!" he joked.

I laughed quietly, "I'm sure you will," I said through a yawn.

"Get some sleep, Lou," he told me gently, patting my knee.

I hummed and leaned my head against the wall, "You have too, to."

"I will," he promised.

I sighed, "Close your eyes too, Steve," I said as my eyelids closed by themselves.

"I will, Lou, I swear," he reassured me, with his hand still on my knee.

"Night, Steve," I whispered wearily.

"Night, Louise," he whispered soothingly back to me.

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Title credit to REO Speedwagon and gif credit to owner

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #netflix #dustin henderson

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kangtaebins · 4 years ago

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Weird Asks That Say A Lot

I said I was going to just answer all of these bc of boredom,, and so here I am

1. Coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups are aesthetically pleasing idc what anyone says

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. Bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy supremacy

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was told that I was a leader a lot, and was told that I was very intelligent. Ah yes, I suffered from gifted kid burn out in high school-

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Look, plastic cups are the best. Specifically the ones with the lids and reusable straws

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? It truly depends on the day bc some days I would say goth and other days I’d say grunge, but most days- pastel

7. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

8. Movies or TV shows? TV shows bc- idk actually I’m just not a movie person

9. Favorite smell in the summer? I have a weird obsession with the smell of cheap sunscreen and I have no clue why

10. Game you were best at in p.e.? I hated gym in high school and rarely participated despite the teacher being irritated with me (truly she gave up after a few months bc I really did not care at all) HOWEVER- I went to town in volleyball and still enjoy playing volleyball v much

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day? I don’t eat breakfast often,,,

12. Name of your favorite playlist? Probably my Navy or Indigo playlist

13. Lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Anything green apple!!!

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually genuinely enjoyed Romeo And Juliet tbh

16. Most comfortable position to sit in? I always curl up in a ball on the couch, but in a chair I manspread ngl

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes? Nike slides <//3

18. Ideal weather? Between 50-70 degrees, sunny but not warm, being able to wear a hoodie and not be hot or cold

19. Sleeping position? I usually either sleep on my left side or on my stomach (my back once in a while when it’s hurting bc I’m a hag)

20. Preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I write on my phone more than anything

21. Obsession from childhood? Hm- I was really obsessed with High School Musical as a kid. My friend and I would put it on and lip sync to the songs and pretend we were the characters

22. Role model? Is it- wrong to say myself? Bc I feel like that sounds arrogant but genuinely it’s bc I’m constantly trying to better myself mentally and learn and grow. Idk I just am proud of who I am and look to myself when I need to find motivation

23. Strange habits? Strange? Idk if it’s strange but I’m constantly twiddling with the hem of my sleeves bc I love the feeling of it

24. Favorite crystal? Citrine

25. First song you remember hearing? WH- bitch idk tf

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Stay tf inside in the air conditioning

27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Stay tf inside in the heat

28. Five songs to describe you? To describe me?? Girl idk I'm all over the place. How about songs that resonate with me instead,,, Alive by Khalid, Paranoid by Lauv, Phobia by Dvwn, Fake Smile by Ariana Grande, and Breathin by Ariana Grande

29. Best way to bond with you? Truly I'm not very difficult to get along with, just don't be an asshole. Talk to me about psychology, current events, say Soobin is the cutest to exist idk it's not that hard

30. Places that you find sacred? I- hm. I'm not like a church person or anything so idk. Maybe just anything really old or places with very detailed and unique architecture

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I don't own many clothes,,, let alone nice clothes. I also don't really dress to impress I'd much rather be comfortable

32. Top five favorite vines? Oh god if I h a d to pick???? The lipstick in the Valentino bag, they were roommates, it's an avocado- thaaanks, jared 19, and uh,,, zach stooppp you're gonna get in trouble

33. Most used phrase in your phone? Tbh it's probably "girl what-" or "no bc"

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head? That 877-CASH-NOW ONE JFC

35. Average time you fall asleep? Between 11pm-1am

36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably the troll face one or smth

37. Suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea? I mix them together!

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon meringue pie bc I don't really like cake

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Y'all I- went to a hs/college mixed school,, I've seen it all. Weirdest?? Idk but one weird thing I remember was when we were making whistles in art and some dude made a penis whistle 😭

41. Last person you texted? My best friend :))

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie 100%

44. Favorite scent for soap? I love soaps that smell like soap. Like ok duh I know that sounds dumb but yk what I mean? I don't want lemon or mint or whatever, I like the plain soap smell

45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Oversized t-shirt, no pants. I question anyone that is comfortable sleeping with pants on-

47. Favorite type of cheese? Feta!

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I feel like I'd be a pineapple and I have no clue why

49. What saying or quote do you live by? Not necessarily a quote but more of a thought: live for yourself, enjoy each day, do what gives you joy

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I have had so many instances in which I have laughed so hard I peed and to even attempt to name one is impossible

51. Current stresses? Making sure my family gets their vaccines and stays safe

52. Favorite font? I don't think I have one? Anything except comic sans

53. What is the current state of your hands? What does this even mean 💀 I mean,, they're holding my phone, cold, and my nails are unpolished

54. What did you learn from your first job? That people are assholes but I'm capable of not giving a fuck bc life is not that damn serious

55. Favorite fairy tale? Is The Three Little Pigs considered a fairy tale?

56. Favorite tradition? Putting up the Christmas tree with my mom :( it's always a lot of fun

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Depression, grief, and hopefully one day- smth I'm currently dealing with

58. Four talents you’re proud of having? Makeup!! But also: singing, crying on command, and tying cherry stems with my tongue

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Sick of these bitches

60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? I don't watch anime so idk

61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? It's this line from Eleanor & Park: "Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

62. Seven characters you relate to? Holy hell, 7?? Probably won't get that many but hm,,, Darlene from Roseanne, Hermione from Harry Potter, Emily from Pretty Little Liars maybe?? Idk I suddenly blanked

63. Five songs that would play in your club? As if it's Your Last by BP, anything from SHINee, anything from Ariana, also anything Rihanna, just a bunch of women tbh

64. Favorite website from your childhood? FUCKING WEBKINZ BRO

65. Any permanent scars? I have a few on my arms idk where they came from tbh, I also have one on my hand from my sister 🧍🏻‍♀

66. Favorite flower(s)? Sunflowers!!! I also really love lilacs 💔

67. Good luck charms? My dog's collar that I wear as a bracelet

68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Licorice-

69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? It takes repeating a piece of information 12 times at random to memorize it completely

70. Left or right handed? Right

71. Least favorite pattern? Fucking chevron- and realistic camo, and anything with the American flag

72. Worst subject? Yall im awful at history. American history, world history, all of it-

73. Favorite weird flavor combo? Either pickles and peanut butter or cheese and grapes

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I'm stubborn but also always in pain so I've become numb to a lot of body pains. I have to be at like a 7-8 before I take smth otherwise I'd always be taking it

75. When did you lose your first tooth? I was probably like 5 I was definitely in Kindergarten

76. What’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I fw baked potatoes

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill? I have a love for succulents

78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Oh my- I don't drink coffee but coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Driver's license for sure

80. Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs? I say both,, but I think I say lightning bugs more

82. PC or console? PC

83. Writing or drawing? Both

84. Podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts definitely

84. Barbie or polly pocket? Barbie

85. Fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. Cookies or cupcakes? C o o k i e s

87. Your greatest fear? Losing people I love

88. Your greatest wish? To live comfortably and be a great mother

89. Who would you put before everyone else? My family

90. Luckiest mistake? Guessing on 90% of a test and getting an A 💀

91. Boxes or bags? Bags are easier to carry-

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights!!

93. Nicknames? Sam, Sammi, my sister calls me Sams, my best friend calls me Bub, and my gf calls me Baby if that counts- 👀

94. Favorite season? Fall omg it's gorgeous and has perfect temperatures

95. Favorite app on your phone? ✨tumblr✨

96. Desktop background? Its literally a pic of Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Like 4-5

98. Favorite historical era? The one where white people learn their fucking place and stop being racist, homophobic, classist, sexist, all the -ists and -phobics,,,, so none. Fuck history :))

#idk what to put in the tags so if you actually read all of these then damn you're the real mvp

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butterbeeryuta · 5 years ago

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donghyuck as your boyfriend

oh my mcfucking god im sorry but lmAO you better have some patience in you

because i'm a sucker for college aus, we're going to base this headcanon on that cause i said so

it's your second year in college studying history cause it's the best subject in the world (yes i am biased what about it) and you were at the library taking those aesthetic af notes on 17-18th century russia. your highlighters were everywhere, your looseleaf papers were scattered, but you just wanted to get the whole peter the great (co-tsar of russia from 1682, and became THE tsar of russia by 1696) stuff done so you could go home and snack on chips and watch the good place

'holy shit you're doing a lot wow'

who tf??

you looked up, only to see lee donghyuck aka haechan the loud and mischevious and pretty guy of the campus, surprised at your condensed notes and arguably intense method of studying

'uhH, yeah. i guess i am?'

and donghyuck, being the nosy ass sunshine he is, decides to sit with you and just watch you do your shit in pure astonishment cause lmao tf are notes

'so you're the student professor x talks about,,, no wonder why. y/n right?'

uhhHhhhH

UHHHHHH

'yes, and you're lee donghyuck?'

'glad to know my work and effort is recognised by the school body' and you have no idea how to respond to that so you just keep writing cause,,,, that's what you were going to do anyway

thing is, donghyuck knows you. he's seen you a lot in creative writing, always with the best supplies and neatly taking down notes. he's not even like that himself, but he finds it so attractive esp coming from you. he doesnt think it's a kink, and he prays to whatever gods out there that it isn't a kink— but studious you does shit to his heart

i don't think i mentioned this, but you're study partners with jeno and renjun who also takes european history and anthropology which hyuck is unaware of, but you also didn't know that you're study group lives with donghyuck and lives a fucking chaotic life.

kneeways, donghyuck was just watching you take notes, and after about 15 minutes when you realised he wasn't moving, you stopped writing and looked up at him again.

'is there anything i could help you with? you've been watching me take notes for —'

'do you want to go on a date with me?'

'ok why you cutting me of— wait what now?'

what??? just??? happened???

haechan, my dear, you two JUST MET

'we literally just met 30 minutes ago' you said, looking at him with the most confused expression

'well yeah, but if we date, we can get to know each other better'

well, you still said no

'well then, i guess i'm going to keep coming back to this library until you say yes' and lee forking donghyuck leaves like that.

you didn't believe him. what idiot would go back to you just for a yes on a date

yeah the idiot's haechan

you were once having a study session with renjun and jeno, and haechan just so happens to see the three of you having an intense discussion on who was a better leader of russia: peter the great or catherine the great

injunnie immediately notices his friend and said, 'who tf allowed you in a library??'

then this is where you interrupted: 'oh? ya'll know each other?'

haechan is confused.

you're confused.

evergone is confused.

jeno then explains how he and renjun, along with jaemin and chenle amd jisung are dorm mates with haechan; whereas you explained to haechan that the 2 boys were your study buddies, amd you told the boys how haechan was the 'library creep that keeps asking me out'

'SO YOURE THE LIBRARY CREEP?' - huang renjun, 2k19

'WAIT SO Y/N IS THE HOT ACADEMIC?? really hyuck???' lee jeno, 2k19

'god you call me the library creep? that hurts my bronchioles' haechan says

idk it felt right to say that

kneeways, now that ya'll apparently have common friends, ya'll hang out more aside from studyinh like: having lunch, playing bowling, karaoke, dinner, amd etc. it was nice overall.

maybe like 6-7 months later, haechan still visits you in the library and sits close to you while you were concentrated on whatever tf you were doing. he doesnt really ask you out much as before, but his feelings did grow for you.

there was one time where you all watched the live action of aladdin and you started singing along to the songs— and haechan found that adorable.

and there was another time where you got into a heated historical debate with renjun and even if haechan understood nothing, he was just amazed at you (even if you were very close to biting renjun's head off)

jaemin realises how whipped donghyuck is getting for you, and he's also amused at this point

NOW, exams were coming up and that means,,, YOURE MAKING STUDY PACKS YEYYYYY

so here you are, at the library, writing a lot hoping whatever is on paper would go in your brain

and you did it for hours

and hours.

and just like any other day, hyuck visits you— but it was so visible you're tired.

'you alright?' he asks and you sorta just,,, threw your highlighter at him

'fuck this hyuck i'm going to flunk the exams, why do i even bother making such extensive notes....' and you just went on for a solid 7 minutes but

he still listens to you. he still looks at you with admiration like

the fuck?

and you just noticed how even at your rambling state, he still listens to you and you start crying like get a fucking grip hoe

hyuck is confused and he starts panicking cause he doesnt know what to do and he sorta goes over to you and hugs you in a very awkward way (i hope ya'll get what i mean)

AND YOU'RE DONE you're sobbing hoW can you not have noticed someone cares for you this much

it sorta hits you all at once; he stays with you everyday after lessons so you can complete your notes, he's always there even during study sessions with renjun and jeno, he's there when you need someone to hang out with on the weekends— he's always there for you

'i don't really know how to help people calm down with their feelings cause I can barely control mine but, I think you should go home and rest a bit, the stress probably got into you and—'

'yes'

'so let me help you pac— yes what?'

'yes, i'll go out with you'

*cue your face snuggling in his chest*

HYUCK DIED SKDJAKDKSKDKS

haechan? sorry he died 0.3 seconds ago

he smiles,,, a LoT AND he just holds you tighter, rubbing your back

'well, at least i won't have to go to this boring ass library anymore'

'HEY'

a/n: UWUUUUUUUU!!! okay lmao i've been making study packs recently for mocks (and yes it's for history) and ig that inspired me for this. if ya'll one day see me post a whole post on 17-18th century russia as well as authoritarian states (china and germany) please ignore me cause that's probably just me reviewing. anD if you're interested, i'll gladly share my note-taking styles and stuff so yeS i am THAT person. hope all of you have a great day ❤️

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #lee donghyuck #lee haechan #donghyuck #haechan #taeyong #johnny #renjun #chenle #jisung #jaemin #jeno #mark #yuta #taeil #jaehyun #doyoung #jungwoo #fluff #headcanon

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keyofjetwolf · 5 years ago

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GIFTENING Bonus Rounds

For each category, I included a “bonus round” question. YOU GUYS KILLED IT. I loved all the answers, but listed below are some of my particular favourites.

Haruka Tenoh is trapped in the wrong anime! Which would you have her visit next?

I want her to earth shake Kyubey out of existence, please and thank you

My bride is a mermaid. She can relate. :P

i think she would THRIVE in bodacious space pirates. gay teenage space pirates whose job is to dress up, be Dramatic, and rob the wealthy??? that shit is RIGHT up her alley

Hamtaro

Princess Tutu - where the world is finally as dramatic as her

PGSM (and Michiru is trapped with her, for REASONS)

Pokemon because everyone deserves to be happy

Any moe-style series so hijinks can ensue at her being baffled by everyone's ages

1960's Speed Racer

is is this a captcha or something i missed oh god

Free! so she can be indifferent to all the hot men and slightly uncomfortable because she still can't swim.

Stick Haruka in a Gundam!

Dump her in Pretear or one of the Precures! It would be hilarious! She's never in the genre she wants to be!

Revolutionary Girl Utena, so she can be offended by misuse of roses.

Initial D, she will out-drive and out-drift all those guys and steal all their girls.

Evangelion. I would feel bad to watch her suffer, but it would be so, so funny for her to be the comparatively most normal person around.

Yakitake Japan! SO SHE CAN HAVE A SNACK OF DELICIOUS RIDICULOUS BREAD BEFORE THE NEXT INTERDIMENSIONAL ANIME STORM WHISKS HER AWAY.

The Holograms or the Misfits? DISCUSS

Holograms

both? both. BOTH IS GOOD

misfits bc Evil Ladies Hot

Steven and the stevens

Misfits. How dare you make us try to think about anything in our lives.

Both, you mad fool. Those combined songs were the best.

The Misfits, their songs are better

The Misgrams: A group of girls who form a singing telegram start up company, but constantly deliver the telegrams to the wrong people.

kimber & stormer

Neither. Limp Lizards all the way. BROKEN GLASS.

I do not know what these things are

Misfits because guitar motorcycle

The Isle of Misfit Holograms

Holograms is just arguably better

I mean, I’m told the Misfits’ songs are better, but my true answer is the band Kimber and Stormer made in that big gay episode you liveblogged (checks) almost four years ago.

I've no idea what these words mean and I hope this does not make me TOO uncool.

this is about jem, right? right?? im hip i swear

Misfits, because Jasper is a member apparently

I don't know from Jem, but I mean...I certainly prefer holographic material to Glenn Danzig? So I guess there's your answer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Stingers

LIMP LIZARDS FOREVER

Senshi Band

You can make me liveblog a full series of any show you want! You also hate me. What do you have me watch?

Pick a GoT rip-off, any GoT rip-off

The Bachelor?

The Bachelor :(

depends on how much i hate you, but....probably the bachelor. quantity AND lack of quality

Critical role, it would take forever

If I were a horrible person who sought only malice? Big Bang Theory. Entire series.

Toddlers and Tiaras

The Mandalorian - Disney would come after you and kill keyofjetwolf just as dead as keyofnik. We would all be very sad, you would have to go through a second round of restoring things to a new tumblr account, and your organizational heart would weep over adding yet another hosting site out of chronological order.

You are liveblogging Eva, and must discuss in full detail Shinji's emotional state at all times.

Hannity & Colmes

The Kardashians. And all of their spin offs. *kisses*

The price is right

the bachelor

Probably something with lots of romance and no friendships. Soap operas are like that, right? My college roommate used to watch General Young Light Restless Hospital of Our Lives (which one had Like and Laura?) And it was torture.

One Piece, because it's over 900 episodes so you could maybe do 10% before you die, also you will hate how the women are treated most of the time.

Fushigi Yuugi. Not only do you hate it but it also comes with you squirming when you admit to watching the whole thing. ;)

Plus belle la vie. It's an ongoing French soap opera that has been airing five days a week since 2004, they're nearing their 4000th episode and there's no end in sight. Imagine all those hours upon hours submerged in French drama, mwahahaha!!

The Bachelor. Or the Bachelorette, maybe - more straight dudes in that.

The Young and the Restless - IT IS THE LIVEBLOG THAT NEVER ENDS. IT WOULD OUTLAST THE INTERNET.

The entirety of the Bachelor franchise.

You can only play one game for the rest of your life. Which game would it be and why?

Kingdom Hearts Complete Collection. A) I love them. B) I beat the system and get like 10 games instead of one.

Gemcraft. This game actually takes a lifetime to finish.

Hatoful Boyfriend. It is the best game ever created. Feel it in your heart.

that's a mean question and you can't make me answer it

Pathfinder, which you could play for the rest of your life and still never finish.

Civ VI , so I can rule the world without leaving my house.

I am legitimately perturbed by this question and refuse to answer it.

Pokemon Go. I would have nothing else, but I would catch them all.

The Elder Scrolls Skyrim: I'll never run out of side-quests.

Mass Effect--it's the only way I'll get full completion.

The dinosaur game on Chrome when the internet doesn't connect because my life is monotonous and it's a welcome relief.

Stardew Valley. Peaceful farmer life and turning my children into doves when I'm bored with them.

Crabs Adjust Humidity

Oh my! A number of things come to mind, not one of them fit for print. Just, you know...*gestures vaguely* sex shit.

I can't even stick to the ones I play now.

This is the worst of all possible things and I refuse to answer.

Monopoly, I hate myself :(

Probably Minecraft! I haven't gotten into it because I know if I start I will NEVER STOP. Who would do things like build a hundred foot tall statue of Mako-chan? A-THAT'D BE ME.

the game. Of LIFE! *shrug emoji*

I don't believe I'll tell you, because I AM a salty little fish and it was HARD to cut that 11th choice off my vote.

Holligay and I are going to be the leads in a new buddy film. What's the premise? How does it end?

Be gay do crimes. Thelma and Louise. Duh. :P

I have no idea but only just surviving disaster is how it ends.

You break down in a small town during a roadtrip- your stay is full of hijinks and ends with you teaching the townsfolk the true meaning of friendship.

Doctor Holligay, Esquire, PhD, renowned Jewish femme of many talents, is assigned one Operative Jet Wolf as her bodyguard on a foreign diplomatic mission/vacation/culinary tour of the world ("same difference, shut up, narrator"). One problem: Operative Wolf needs a bodyguard herself, as the good doctor discovers when in one night her toilet is destroyed ("IT WAS A SECURITY THREAT") and Operative Wolf nearly breaks a leg falling down a small set of stairs ("THEY PUT A CLIFF OUTSIDE THE DOOR"). Worldwide shenanigans ensue as Holligay and Operative Wolf learn the true meaning of friendship, and also how to take care of themselves... by taking care of each other.

I’m not sure about the premise, but DEFINITELY it ends in murder.

Someone posted a major spoiler during one of your liveblogs. The two of you track them down seeking revenge. It turns out it was the original creator of the series trying to stop you. For some reason Holligay is a CGI badger.

It's clearly a buddy cop movie, and like all good buddy cop movies, it ends with Doc almost dying, and you saving her, and slapping her wound in the hospital as the credits roll.

It ends as it began: with Holligay roasting you.

A straight detective and her lesbian partner have to solve the case of the missing cinnamon buns. It ends with nobody getting the guy OR the girl and you drive off into the sunset together, perps behind bars sans cinnamon buns.

I don't know what it's about but I know it will be the only movie that ever existed.

Holligay is the lesbian chief of staff to you somehow being elected President and she's basically running the country while you're the charming face of the administration

Nerd and cowgirl meet at a bar, justifyingly murder some gross dude, go on the run from the law and have a life-changing road trip, on the way Nazis are punched

carrying a delicate object through a forest after your helicopter goes down

Thelma and Louise, but instead of dying, your deaths are clearly faked and you live on a ranch in Montana with your respective spouses and animals. One time a cop comes by the restaurant/bar you joint own with Doc and says, "You look familiar." Doc, in perfect lesbian, answers, "Jet's just got that criminal look, on account of how much she'd love to steal my cheesecake recipe. More pie?"

Queer Eye with a Straight Goy. The two of you do the show but in your own special ways.

Doc Holligay is the wild-west no-nonsense sheriff. Jet Wolf is the all-fun cyberpunk cop from the future. They punch nazis and argue about food. It ends as a tv series ala B99.

Your lives are already a buddy film, don’t get greedy.

Hands and socks. You know how it ends.

See Grumpy Old Men for details. How does it end? Badly.

I can't imagine the premise, but I'm pretty sure the planet explodes.

A Coen Bros film. It ends poorly.

Wait? You're not already living this now?

REI HINO

Sure. Why not?

HINO REI

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REI HINO!

Rei who? ;)

REI HINOOOOOOOOO

Plush Is being hugged by Zoisite in your banner.

MINAKO AINO

MAKOTO KINO

The best

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MICHIRU KAIOH

It's time tooo.... REI! THAT! HINO!

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THE REAL ONE™

obviously

IS NOT A RHINO

In conclusion: Rei Hino

Rei Hino is giving this Giftening finger guns

BEAUTIFUL, STUNNING, SHOW-STOPPING, TALENTED, AMAZING, WONDERFUL

Hot stuff, lights my fire, blazes it regularly. I am out of fire jokes.

PASSION FLAME, SAILOR MARS

These hot feelings are C'EEEEEST LAAAAA VIIIIIIE c'mon rei-chan why aren't you singing along

IS THE BEST (I know who I'm talking to)

Ara!

DID DOCTOR HOLLIGAY PHD NOMINATE THE OPTION OF TALKING ABOUT MICHIRU KAIOH FOR 6 HOURS!!

If Hot Pocket were to plan One Last Heist, what do you think would be his objective? What would be Mina's role in his master plan?

Master Hot Pocket seeks BREAD. His friend and loyal companion, Mina-pup, acts as a distraction, as he has learned the humans are easily distracted by cute. While she does her sworn duty as Best Friend and Cutest Goodest Girl, probably with lolling tongue and glee at all the pets she receives, he picks the locks on the newly childproofed pantry, and Master Howard H. Pocket FEASTS AS NO CAT HAS BEFORE.

Every bag of flour in Montana; Mina runs distraction with her adorable puppy eyes

Open every container, leave none unmarked. Mina is the lookout who greets whoever comes and is completely ineffective at her job.

TAKE ALL THE FLOUR. Do it straight from the source: FlourCo Inc. What does a 10-pound cat do with eighty thousand tons of flour? If you can't figure that out, there's a reason he's the brains of this outfit. Mina would obviously be the bumbling lovable distraction to security or other people.

Bread. Mina is The Face who provides distraction to the Keepers of the Bread by walking up to them and being herself. Mina has absolutely no idea that Hot Pocket is using her in this manner because Hot Pocket is that Machiavellian, but Mina is a pocket full of sunshine in canine form and probably would just be happy to help out.

Hot Pocket knows that no mammal of the floor believes in flour anymore. It went away a long time ago. It doesn't exist. But what he also knows is that they're wrong. A lack of opposable thumbs won't hide the truth from him. He'll find the stash, and when he does, he'll stick his paw in it. Mina, with her limited climbing skills, will lick its remains from his claw and prove his discovery. As well as provide a warm place to curl up on for the aftermath of their adventure.

His goal is to sample every edible thing he can get his teeth on. Mina pulls triple duty as step stool, distraction, and scape goat

The Silver Crystal. Mina would play the role of Sailor V.

He is getting ALL THE FLOUR. Mina is a lovable distraction.

Looting all the carbs in the pantry. mina is distraction.

mina's role would be the "dopey" but talented best friend who it looks like HP is going to betray for the sake of the plan but then it all comes together when HP mounts a dramatic rescue. i dunno i'm still in film mode from that last one.

The Holy Bread Locked Within the Cupboard. Mina would be the distraction, but she'd forget what she was supposed to be distracting from and end up leading you to him.

I am the Void. I am the Night. I am the Darkness with no hope of dawn. The Flour trembles before me in it's bleached fluffiness. It shall not escape my chaos, which will descend upon it like the Terrors of the Deep, claws and teeth and gnashing. It will howl at my claws. It will scream for my teeth, sharp and white, stars in the night of my fur. I shall tend and tear and -- Dammit, Dog-thing! How am I supposed to be terrible and terrifying with you wagging your tail and panting at me!? Oh, you found a good warm sunbeam? I guess I can stalk stuff later. I am the Void. I shall absorb the Sun's light and warmth and bring it into my Darkness where it cannot escape...

I'm new here and don't know all the complex lore of Jetwolf(fairly sure Mina is dog), so I'm going to assume that Hot Pocket is an actual hot pocket and his heist is robbing Fort Knox using Mina as his loyal stead/get away car. Then he explodes a microwave or something.

i lik the bred

Mina as the distraction while he takes one last tastes of EVERYTHING

objective--stealing more chips; Mina--surprise betrayal

The scene: Mama Jet's pantry The Objective: the bag of cake flour Aunt Doc made Mama Jet buy but she's never used Mina: confused but excited escape vehicle and/or scapegoat

RAIDING THE KING ARTHUR FLOUR FACTORY. Mina is of course adorable and keeps everyone's attention while Hot Pocket swan dives into the flour like Uncle Scrooge

Hot Pocket would definitely try to steal a monument, Carmen SanDiego style. Mina, of course, is the multi-talented and super cute face of the operation.

I have no idea who Hot Pocket is

HP would try to scale the tallest building in the world. Not to steal anything, just to be up there. Mina would be the adorable diversion.

It would be to get whatever food you've left on the counter. Preferably bread. He would tell Mina that he'll give her some of she acts as a distraction. She's a good dog so she does. He's a cat so she gets no food.

Truly, truly, THE GIFTENING winner is us all.

#THE GIFTENING 2019 #THE GIFTENING 2019 admin stuff #long post for ts

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pinkchanelbag-moved · 5 years ago

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i just found your blog but i actually love it sm can you write a lil sum sum w nick based off sunflower bc i will never get tired of that song

thank you babyyy this is stupid long im sorry it got really messy and i ended up hating it but its too long not to post so im sorry that this is trash lol

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sunflower - n.m.

you’d be left in the dust

unless i stuck by ya

you’re the sunflower

i think your love would be too much

“dog, you’re not really making any sense,” edwin sighed to his distressed friend. “slow down.”

nick sniffled and rubbed his forehead, scared of the deep feeling of resolution sinking into his stomach. the realization that this could be the end of his relationship.

“i told her i would pull up to her place after the movie, but after i just picked up z and we drove around and i kept my phone on silent ‘cause i knew she was gonna call.”

“you were avoiding her?” edwin asked, making a perplexed hand gesture. “why?”

“i don’t know!” nick exclaimed. “she’s flying home for her midterms tonight, and today was her last recording session so she’s gonna be studying all day and i just didn’t wanna be around her during all that brainy shit, it just gets on my nerves.”

edwin frowned in confusion at his friend, but held his silence.

“anyway, she called brandon to ask about the movie, and then you guys obviously, and when she got around to zion, that’s when i decided to go see her.”

brandon re-entered the living room with a bottle of water that he handed to his friend. he sat down on the floor across from nick’s seat on the couch and beside edwin’s on the loveseat. edwin rested his elbows on his knees, leaning in to listen, while brandon settled his back on the side of coffee table with upset eyes.

“she…she wouldn’t let me in.” nick paused to take a gulp of his water. the water squeezed past the lump on his throat. “she said she hadn’t studied at all ‘cause she was worried about me. she said she was done, and that she was tired of our relationship being her trying to get me to be nice to her and trying to trust me when she never knows shit about…about…i dunno, something like that, i don’t remember.” with his eyes glued to the ground in a deadpan stare, he said, “she said she didn’t wanna be with me. and then she closed the door, and i left.”

brandon and edwin shared a look before trying to detangle the situation that had just unfolded before them.

“so…ummm…” brandon rubbed his mouth. “have you guys been having problems like this? ‘cause i don’t think she woulda done this unprovoked.”

nick sighed, clenching his jaw in an attempt to hold back tears.

“i guess…i don’t know, bro…she’s just always busy. i mean, not busy, but always moving. she’s always doing the most, whether it’s recording or going to meetings or working on her clothing line or tryna stay caught up at college or…i don’t know, flying to the fuckin’ moon. and i’m just tryna be with her, not with, like…her grind. does that make sense?”

“kind of…” brandon answered.

“but nick, she literally invited you over on her only free night to study before going home for midterms. she’s trying.”

“yeah, i know, but it’s like…when i’m with her, it’s like i know that she could be doing some more important shit, and that she probably wants to, but she gotta slow down and make time for me. like, ‘don’t have dinner with me, you should be running for president or some shit.’ that typa shit. and i’m proud of her, for real. i really got the baddest out there, but i wake up and shower and maybe work out and then go see her, and by that same time she’s cleared half her schedule of the crazy amount of shit she has to do. when i’m with her, i feel like i’m wasting her time.”

“yo…” edwin said after several seconds.

“you’re a fuckin idiot,” brandon finished for him.

“yeah, thanks, fuck you,” nick said throwing his body back to the cushion.

“no, for real. you’re mad at her and treating her like shit because you feel small next to all her success? that is the worst thing a guy can do to a girl, nick. get over yourself, bro. you’re crazy about her and you’re avoiding her because she loves you and you’re—what, insecure?”

“yeah,” edwin gestured to brandon in agreement. “and she loves you too. obviously, or she wouldn’t have put up with your shit for so long. you got so lucky. a strong ass girl with her future and her life straight. if you feel like you’re not good enough, you should be doing the exact opposite of whatever the fuck you were doing before. you should treat her like the world. and why she loves you, that’s none of your business, man. that’s ‘cause of god.” he gestures to the air above him. “she’s winning in every part of her life except with you, because of you.”

nick’s eyes alternated between his two friends for some time, comprehending their advice. he dug his palms into his eyes and groaned.

“why the fuck didn’t y’all tell me that before she broke up with me!? she’s boutta leave the fuckin state!”

“when’s her flight?” edwin asked.

nick checked his watch and took a deep breath.

“two hours.”

“get the fuck outta here, then!” edwin yelled, getting up from his seat.

“i’ll call maggie and see if she’s already on her way to the airport,” brandon told nick, who was already jumping off the couch in search of his car keys. within minutes, he was on the road, flying through the night traffic one hand on the wheel and the other placing calls to your phone that went unanswered every time. after a few minutes, brandon’s text was a beacon of hope.

maggie says she just left ina taxi

nick swerved to make an exit that would take him to the airport, throwing his phone on the dash.

he drove for some time, heart thudding in his chest like a drum, looking through the window of any taxi he could see. finally, about ten minutes out from the airport, he spotted a taxi. as he neared it, he saw a familiar head of hair atop a lowered head, the curve of a nose. just briefly, he saw you sitting in the backseat.

he quickly found his place behind the taxi, never faltering. he texted your phone—stop the taxi get outta the taxi ill drive you there—and watched as you lifted your head and looked at the cars around you to find him. you looked over your shoulder and made distant eye contact with him. it was difficult to see in the darkness of the night, but he knew it was you, and you knew it was him. even from here, he could see how drained you were.

you left his texts unanswered still, but now nick knew where you were. he followed the taxi the rest of the way to the airport. nick watched the driver park and swivelled into place beside him. he jumped out of the car, and the first word out of his mouth was your name. he ran around his car to the side in which you were sitting. you hadn’t gotten out yet, but rather stared at the seat in front of you.

“y/n, can you hear me out?” nick asked. he moved to the passenger window in front of your seat and knocked on it, signalling to the driver. “i’ll pay the fare. i’ll pay the fare, i’ll pay it, i was supposed to drive her,” he says. the driver nods hesitantly before deciding to go on his phone.

“y/n,” nick said, back to your window. “please. okay, you don’t needa talk, but just listen, okay?” he swallowed, preparing to speak, but found that he had no words. he had been so worried about getting to you in time that he didn’t think of what to say to get you back. panicking, he tried to recall the things his friends told him.

“i’m…i—i’ve been treating you like shit. like, you’re right, what you said about how i’m not even nice to you sometimes. and it’s not…not cause i have any kinda bad feelings toward you. i love you. i love you, it’s like…i love you so much and you’re just so—“ he stopped his to take a breath, and the tears now caught up with him. “you’re so strong and intelligent and beautiful. you’re fucking radiant and you’re perfect, and you treat me so good that i feel like compared to how great you are, i’m just not all that. and you’re doing so much shit with your life. i feel like i’m in your way. ‘cause you don’t need me and that scares the shit outta me.”

you took a deep breath, hung your head, and nick felt like he was getting to you.

“please, can you just…come out? so i can talk to you?” he pleaded. he watched as you frowned in contemplation at your feet for five, ten, twenty seconds. finally, he stepped back as you slowly opened the door and stepped outside with your arms folded defensively over your chest.

“i…” he began, his heart aching over your puffy, red face. “i can’t take it sometimes. your love is too much, ‘cause there’s nothing i’ve ever done that would make me deserve it.”

finally, you met his eyes. nick felt all his emotions caving into his chest at once.

“you loving me is like…” he blinked at the sky for a moment. “it’s like…it’s like a flower loving an ant. it doesn’t make sense.” he tapped his temples in emphasis. “and i guess it’s just always been easier to avoid it than work toward even feeling like i deserve it.”

finally, he was done. he waited for you, praying you would believe him after the trust he had let wilt between you two.

“you always deserved it,” you said quietly, looking to the ground. “just by being you. i never asked for anything but for you to be with me.”

nick scratched the nape of his neck, his tears sliding lazily down his cheeks.

“i’m sorry,” he said in a cracked voice. you looked up at him, watched his contorted face for a moment with wet eyes before sighing and blinking. your arms unfolded from your chest, and after a moment’s thought, slowly came around nick’s waist. he pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face in your hair.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered several more times. you pressed your mouth to his shoulder and let your own tears run at the relief that you wouldn’t have to do this thing; you wouldn’t have to leave the man you love. you heaved a deep breath and melted into him for comfort over the hell that the last few hours had been.

“please don’t make me feel like that again,” you whispered in a genuine plea. “like you don’t care about me.”

“i won’t. never again. never,” he shook his head, voice muffled.

suddenly, you let out a small chuckle.

“what?” nick asked, pulling away slightly.

“i’m really gonna fail my midterm for you.”

#nick mara #nick mara imagine #nick mara x reader #nad.txt

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heythrrdelilah · 5 years ago

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Into the Dark (Sam Winchester x Female! Reader)

Warnings: None for now, however, from the next chapter on, there will be the following; smut, angst, fluff, mature content, and violence (come on it’s supernatural there must be some violence)

Word count: 1,800 even

A little about me since I am new to tumblr: I am 20 years old, from the southeastern part of the United States, going to college with the goal of getting my masters in science of nursing, and married to a Chinese born man. I am new to tumblr, but I have been writing on wattpad for 9 years and have recently discovered AO3. I love to write series, so this will be my first on tumblr but one of many in total. I write for many different fandoms, just be sure to write which one in the request. I will write requests for one shots, imagines, and series. I have been in the supernatural fandom since i was five years old, due to my stepfather (sad excuse of a “man”) who was a fan of Jensen in Smallville and had the need to watch the new (at the time) show that looked badass with Jensen in it. Ever since I have been whipped. I have always been a Sam girl, however sometimes, recently, I catch myself having slight feelings for Dean. I love feedback (good and bad) so i can learn how to improve for your benefit. I hope you enjoy! T

Chapter One:

You wake up from your deep sleep, three loud knocks came from your motel room door. You already know it’s the owner kicking you out at check out. The past few days have been intense and it made you exhausted. You checked the time on your phone, seeing that you were in fact, asleep for 12 hours. It was all made up time from sleep you lost the past few nights hunting the vampires who were murdering a mass amount of people in this small town. Doing it on your own was hard, but you managed to have success in every hunt. The knocks grew louder so you swing your legs off of the bed, shouting to the door, “Yeah Im leaving! Hold your horses!” You shook your head and began packing up, putting toothpaste on your toothbrush, brushing your teeth as you packed to save time. When you slipped on your boots and were about to head out, the motel manager was leaned up against the wall shaking his head. If only he knew that his life could have been one of the many you saved the past few days.

You threw your pink suitcase into the trunk of your ‘67 Volkswagen Beatle and drove off to the diner down the road. You parked the car and sat at the same booth you have been sitting in the past four days. The waiter greeted you with a warm smile, “I heard you solved the case. Just about to head out of town?” She placed a coffee cup in front of you, already knowing what you’ll order. You nod and pull out your laptop, searching for any new leads. You thanked the waiter for searving your coffee, you weren’t much of an eater. You were definitely a foodie when it came to appreciation, you just always managed to not be hungry and forget to eat regularly. You scrolled through news articles from all over the country and found a possible crossroad demon case in Springfield, Missouri. You finished your black coffee, paid the waiter and hopped back into your car, map out in the passenger seat, following directions to Springfield.

Hours later, you pulled into the small town of Springfield, Missouri and checked into a run down motel called the “Sanderson Motel” where you set up your laptop, ready to find more information.

After studying, you changed into your pencil skirt that matched your blue blazer. You were going as an FBI agent, per usual, so you made sure to grab the right wallet with the badge on your way back out to your car.

When you arrived at the scene of the latest body, you walked up to see two FBI agents already there. Just great, you thought to yourself. Now you had to pray these two agents wouldn’t suspect you were a fake. They were both handsome, probably ten or so years older. The taller one really managed to fill out his suit, with his hair tucked behind his ears it made his facial features really stand out. He was talking to a local deputy while the shorter of the two, who wasn’t bad looking either, was looking around the cones. You took a deep breath and walked up to the taller agent and the short plump deputy. You flashed your badge swiftly and began your performance, “I see you have beat me to the scene agent. I can take over from here though. Your supervisor has relieved you from this case.” You confidently moved the attention to the crime scene. “Can you explain in detail what happened here?” You asked the deputy, not giving the agent much time to respond. “Well as I was telling your colleague here, the girl seemed to have been bitten by a dog. I’m still confused why the federal authorities are involved with an animal attack,” The deputy looked as though he was easily intimidated as he nervously pulled at his pockets when he spoke. “Not everything is just as it seems agent. We just want to be extra cautious,” You state, glancing him up and down. You were normally shy, but you couldn’t be when on the case. It was like you were a confident new being.

“Exactly,” Said the taller agent. He arched his brow down at you, “Can you remind me of your name, er, agent?” You nod once, internally standing on thin ice. Afraid one wrong move would expose you. “Agent McCall. Now, The body was taken to the morge already?” You wanted to confirm, mostly changing the topic back to the deputy. “Well gentlemen, I am going to take a look around,” you nod once and began looking around the crime scene. You could not help but to notice the taller agent had pulled the grungy of the two, to the side and were staring at you while talking. You tried to ignore it, not trying to worry yourself anymore than necessarry, but they began to walk towards you.

“There must have been some mix up, Agent McCall, our supervisor strictly put us on this case,” The Scruffy one stated, arching a brow. They were onto you. You knew it. “Well, I guess we will see who solves it first then. You gentlemen contact me if you see anything… out of the ordinary. Okay?” You state, handing them a fake contact card before swiftly walking back to your car. You went back to your motel, wondering mostly about the case, but partially if those agents figured out you were an impersonator. You shook the thought from your head as you changed back into your blue jeans and white long sleeve T-shirt. You threw on your favorite boots to go along with your green cargo jacket. Next stop was the first victims mother.

You pulled up to the driveway of the middle-aged woman’s home, and noticed the black Impala from the crime scene earlier. It was hard to miss. Your eyes wandered to the window of the house. The FBI must actually have been getting better at their jobs lately to already be at the victims home this fast. You thought twice about going up to her door, they could blow your cover, however if you dropped in, you could listen in. You took a deep breath and walked to the door, knocking gently.

“I’m sorry in running behind my colleagues here. I didn’t want you to feel too intimidated by all suits. I know that’s the last thing you need right now. I’m agent McCall, ” You showed your badge before shaking the tall, brunette woman’s hair. She did not look old enough to have a teenage son if you looked at her. The agents looked up at you, slight annoyance gleaming from their eyes.

They nodded, “so nice of you to join us.” The agent with lighter hair grumbled. You made your way to the couch. “Ms. Winfrey, I just want to make sure I’m caught up, have you seen your son, contacting anyone strange lately? By lately I mean, anyone in the last ten years?” This was a normal FBI question that actually helped in the case of a crossroads demon. If it were a serial killer, the mother would think it was a normal question. “As I told your partners, not that I know of. The only person I could think of was an older gentlemen… ” The interview dragged on. The agents had asked some questions that seemed relevant to yours, so it went smoothly.

Outside of the home, the agents did not even think to look at you before hopping into their car and driving off. Maybe they didn’t notice you were a fraud FBI.

Hours had passed and you were watching the Winfrey house from a distance, in case anything happened. That’s when you heard a scream. You pulled the knife from your jacket and the gun from your passenger seat, placing it in your inner, jacket pocket. You stepped out of your car, and in a crouched position, you made your way to the same window you were peaking into earlier,right next to the front door. A man was standing close to Ms. Winfrey, stating what looked like, “we made a deal, time to pay your end.” You kicked ran into the door, but you weren’t the only one. Coming from the back door, you heard a loud crash. The two agents from earlier barreled in, no longer in their suits but casual wear. They were yielding a demon-killing knife, just like yours, and a gun as well. So these were obviously not agents. “You’re a hunter?” The lighter haired one arched a brow. He looked completely lost. You rolled your eyes and stuck your knife into the back of the crossroad demon. He was no longer an issue. He was too amused by the crash, he hadn’t noticed you right behind him. It was an easy kill.

“Now we can have that conversation,” You sighed and stuffed the knife into your boot. You turned your attention to Ms. Winfrey, who was clutching her hand to her heart, taking deep breaths. “What. The. Fuck? "She stated between breaths. ” Who are you people? “ She asked when she calmed herself enough. You walked over to her and shook your head politely, "it doesn’t matter who we are. It matters who he was. That was a crossroads demon. You have had to of sold your soul to him for something. I’m guessing your son did too, along with the other victim. If you never want to see us again… Stay out of trouble.” You swiftly walked out of the house, but not quick enough so the other guys caught you before you steppe inside. “Hunters? ” You ask, arching a brow to the men. They towered over your height. They nod slightly. “You?” The shorter of the two returned, cocking his head slightly to the side. Nodding, you pull the long sleeve shirt you were wearing at the collar, just enough to show your anti-posession tattoo. Not all hunters have them, however, the better ones did. These guys knew that. “I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam. Winchesters,” The shorter one averted his eyes from your collar bone, smirking. “Y/N, I’ve heard of you two. Anyways, thanks for that distraction guys. it really allowed me to kill the crossroads demon a lot faster and easier than planned. I’m heading out in the morning so I am going to sleep. Nice knowing you,” You turned back to your car, making slight eye contact with Sam, the taller one. It sent a slight butterfly feeling to your stomach. What was that? You asked yourself, mentally slapping yourself. You don’t get attracted to anyone. Let alone a giant… moose-like guy you just met.

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mistymark · 5 years ago

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the one with the internship.

part of the 100 things we’ve said project // mark lee x reader // 6.3k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which mark and y/n have to live together during an internship upon meeting but it turns out they’ve met before

warnings; referenced drunk activities, actual drunk activities, I think they kiss once (and its on the cheek lol), mark lee is just really awkward

requested; yes :) - “Can I please request a 100 things we’ve said scenario or drabble for mark? 76 + 40 and could you make both the reader and mark super awkward?” from my baby mochie nonnie

notes; so long and no pay off lol, sorry // prompts are: “I’m going to bed” “that’s the bathroom” + “I have to go, uhh… iron my, um, cat.”

Your first real kiss happened during your third week of college. Discounting your actualfirst kiss with Lee Jongho in 6thgrade, and the time Choi Hyunjae stuck his tongue down your throat during a game of Truth or Dare, and the time you kissed Im Jisoo during a game of spin the bottle, your first kiss was at a college party, thrown in celebration of one completed month of college (which, apparently, included O week).

A little bit too drunk – and a little bit too desperate for your own liking – you latched onto the gorgeous boy that stood in front of you in the line to the bathroom, who was also a little drunk and a little desperate. All you remember: making out with a stranger in the tiny bathroom of a house whose owner you didn’t know.

Having been your first wild college party, it was needless to say that you didn’t really remember much of that night, including the boy. You didn’t think you even asked his name, and his face was a little too blurry to put back together the next morning.

You had ranted to your friends for any possible descriptors of the guy, but it had seemed that you weren’t the only one who couldn’t place the stranger. You remembered he was taller than yourself, but not too tall - the perfect height to make out with if you were sitting on a bathroom counter – and his dark hair was really soft. Drunk you loved playing with his hair.

And maybe it was the fact that that kiss was your first real kiss. Or maybe it was the guy you had it with. But either way, it stuck with you.

“Wanna go grab a coffee?” Lucas asked you, packing up the last of his notes as he stood up. The lecture theatre was slowly emptying, and you knew he wanted an excuse to stay behind to eye up the attractive new TA, so he waited for you.

“Can’t. He wanted to see me about a possible internship,” you said, nodding your head towards the professor. “What are you doing in half an hour?”

Lucas shrugged, mindlessly tugging at the strap of his laptop bag that hung off his shoulder, as he stared at the TA, who was busy packing up the professor’s dropped notes, “Nothing. Why?”

You laughed at his distracted state, punching him in the shoulder lightly, “For coffee, dumbass. You alright?” You waved a hand in front of his face, just as the TA happened to be glancing up.

Lucas quickly grabbed your hand and pushed it away from his face, a wide smile etched onto his face, “Yeah. Sounds good. Usual place?”

He lazily started walking down the stairs, his long legs allowing him to walk down two at a time. You followed, grabbing the last of your things, “Perfect. See you soon.”

Lucas saluted you as he walked out, mouthing a ‘good luck’. You smiled and waved as the door swung shut behind him.

“Ah, Miss L/N. You know what this meeting is about, so I’ll be brief. I have a friend who works at Oscorp, needs two lab assistants for a new project, asked me for my top students and,” he cracked a smile at you, “that happens to be you. What do you think?”

You felt your eyes widen in shock, “At Oscorp? Internships there are super competitive. What’s the process? Application, interview, trial…?”

Your professor chuckled, “Not quite. There will be an interview, just to make sure you’re right for the job. Otherwise, it’s yours if you want it.”

“So… you’re going to work for Oscorp now?” Lucas stared at you with wide eyes as he bit into his sandwich.

“Hopefully. I guess I still need to pass the interview, but from what Dr. Song said, it doesn’t sound like the position has been advertised,” you raised an eyebrow at him as he almost choked on his food. “But yeah, I’m pretty excited. Internships there are really rare. They only accept like twelve each year.”

Lucas smiled, “Tell me about it. I applied there last year and didn’t even make it to the interview stage.” He shot you an accusatory look, “Youdidn’t even apply. You probably could’ve been working there already! Top of the class and all.”

You looked down at your tiny muffin, “I don’t know. It’s a great opportunity. There’s only two of us for this ‘new project’ Song was talking about. From our class, I think.”

“Oh sho yew mite no ‘em,” Lucas said, through a mouthful of food. He looked around the café, glancing up at the antique clock by the door. Suddenly, his eyes widened, his hands immediately reaching for his phone to double check the time, “Fuck, I have class in eight minutes. I gotta go. Text me later, yeah?”

You nodded as you watched him shove the rest of his sandwich into his mouth, haphazardly grabbing his keys and wallet and laptop bag and sprinting out of the cafe.

“Excuse me,” you walked up to the receptionist, the office to its left bright and modern, a man in a pressed, no doubt expensive,suit leaning back casually in his chair as he spoke to a younger man, whose face you couldn’t see. You offered the receptionist a warm smile, “Hi. I’m Y/N L/N, here for an interview with Mr Kim?”

He grinned back, gesturing with his pen to a plush couch by the entrance, “Of course, just take a seat and I’ll let you know when you’re welcome to go in.”

You nodded and moved to follow where he had pointed, “Thank you.”

You sat down, amazed by your surroundings. Oscorp was impressive from the outside, but the inside was much more exciting. The first two floors were strictly educational, offering tours for schools and colleges, the open space open and inviting with its museum-like layout and grand displays. Glass elevators ran through the centre of the building, to the higher floors where labs, testing sites, offices and board rooms were situated. You didn’t doubt you would get lost if you ever worked here, after having to check and double check that you had the right floor before approaching the receptionist.

Mr Kim’s office was situated on one of the highest floors of the building, and the glass windows everywhere gave you a full view into each office and room, as well as stunning views of the city. You distracted yourself with the balancing metal object in the centre of the waiting room, pushing it and spinning it on its tiny little pin, the weight on each side perfectly balanced.

Upon hearing the door creak open, your head shot up as you watched the man in the suit lead a much younger man to his office door, ushering him out with a smile. Mr Kim looked at you, “Just give me one moment to take a call, and I’ll be right with you. Kevin, offer Miss Y/N a drink, would you?”

You nodded at Mr Kim as he shut the door again, and waved a dismissive hand at a distressed Kevin, gesturing that no, you were fine, you don’t want a drink, but thank you. He stood up and leant over the desk to talk to the younger man who had just left the office, “How was it? Scary?”

“Nah, man, Mr Kim is great,” the young man grinned and grabbed Kevin’s outstretched hand, attempting a bro hug from opposite sides of the desk.

“I’m so glad you got the internship,” Kevin said, a grin on his face. He lowered his voice, jutting his chin towards you, “She’s in for her interview, too.” You pretended not to hear them, keeping your attention on your phone.

“Hey, Y/n,” Kevin called out to you, waving you over. When you walked over, you finally noticed how young he was, looking only a few years older than yourself. “This is Mark, he just got accepted.”

Mark turned to you and you felt your stomach drop, visions of him pulling you into his body and of his lips on yours filling your head suddenly. He looked the same as you remembered – tall; dark, floppy hair; cute smile. Features you hadn’t even remembered jumped out at you, your mind screaming at you, It’s him.He seemed to recognise you, too, his mouth falling open but no sounds coming out.

You cleared your throat, sticking your hand out, “I’m, um, Y/N.”

He nodded, as if he remembered, sliding his hand into yours, “Right. Yeah, err, Mark.”

You heard the door open but you held each other’s gaze. Mr Kim stood to your left, “Y/N, whenever you’re ready.” He waited with the door open.

“I… should go,” You said, vaguely gesturing over your shoulder at the office.

You turned before he had started to speak. “Oh, same. I have to go, uhh… iron my, um, cat,” Mark said after you.

You were too stunned to recognise the utter incorrectnessof his statement. As the door to the glass office closed, you heard Kevin’s laugh, “Dude! That was awkward as shit! What was that?”

You took a deep breath as Mr Kim walked back to his chair and sat down, lowering yourself into one of the leather seats on the other side of his desk. For a moment, neither of you said anything, as Mr Kim looked at you in amusement.

When you felt the need to break the silence, you opened your mouth, but he beat you to it, his eyes focused in the direction of the receptionist, “You have met Mr Lee before? Or are you just extremely awkward around new people?”

You felt your face flush as you turned around in your seat, Mark still leaning on the other side of Kevin’s desk. His eyes caught yours in alarm, and he pushed off the desk and nodded goodbye to Kevin, disappearing into the hallway and in the direction of the elevators. You looked back at Mr Kim, “We have met, yes. And no, I’m generally not awkward around new people. Well, at least not thatawkward.”

Mr Kim laughed as he focused his attention back onto you, “Well, then, this’ll be fun.” When you gave him a confused look, he continued. “My latest project is looking at the DNA of reptiles, and their healing properties. To do this, however, I need raw, wild extracted DNA. Dr Song tells me you have a student free week next week, right?” You nodded. “I’m looking at sending a team to a wildlife park just north of the city, and, with full permission from the rangers and ecologists, extracting the required DNA. As an assistant, you’ll mostly be handling the samples and helping out in the lab, rather than doing the exciting wildlife hunting, but, would you be interested?”

You smiled, “Definitely. Where is it, exactly?”

He nodded at your question, his hand resting against his chin, “Sunnyvale National Park. About two hours drive from here. We have a full lodge up there, near one of the Oscorp facilities. You’ll be staying with our other intern.”

“M-Mark?” You asked.

His grin widened at your reaction, “Yes. Mark. Can’t hurt to have a familiar face, I’m sure?”

You tried to give him a genuine smile, but you were pretty sure he could see right through it, “Of course. Nothing could be better.”

“You’re kidding,” Lucas said, throwing a Rubik’s cube up in the air and catching it repeatedly from your desk chair. Until you had confirmation of your adventure as an Oscorp assistant, you hadn’t told him about the internship. When you’d finally received the information, you’d called him immediately. He had said he’d come over and help you pack, but the most he’d done was criticise your fashion choices while he played with whatever random objects he could find in your room. “The guy you hooked up with… is the guy you have to live with for a week.”

“Well, technically, it’s five days. But, yeah, you could say that,” you focused on your attention on the clothes in front of you, averting your gaze from Lucas and his cocky smile. When there was a lull in the conversation, and you’d successfully packed everything, you groaned, “Oh my God, it was so awkward. You have no idea.”

“Is he hot?” Lucas stopped tossing the Rubik’s cube from hand to hand and stared at you, a small smile playing on his face.

You paused for a moment, thinking about it. After a moment, you nodded, “Yeah.” You threw a discarded sweater at him, “Good to know drunk me still has good taste, huh?”

He whistled as he spun in the chair, “More like; Good to know you don’t regret it.”

You threw an empty binder at him, before breaking out into fits of giggles. He stood up, “Do you want me to drop you off?”

Nodding, you lifted your duffel bag from your bed, “Yeah, thanks. Can you take-?”

Lucas bent down to grab your suitcase, packed with all your study equipment and homework (as well as the occasional makeup product), and headed towards the door. “You’ll text me, yeah? I was kind of banking on you to be my motivation this week.”

“Of course,” you offered him a warm smile as you began the short walk to where the car would be picking you and Mark up for the two-hour journey.

The weather was cool, but not too cold to be unpleasant, so you were looking forward to your study retreat at the national park. When you arrived at the pick up point, Mark hadn’t arrived yet, so Lucas stood and waited for the car with you. He tugged on the sleeves of his jacket, “If he doesn’t show up, do you think I could go?”

You laughed, “I’m sure he didn’t drop out. And if he did, someone else would be here right now.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “And how do you know that the fill-in isn’t me?”

You knew his grades for this class were rather low in comparison to his other classes, but you didn’t want to admit that you knew. “You’re right. Will you do the honour of accompanying me on this trip?”

“Only if the other guy doesn’t show up,” Lucas winked at you.

“Uh, sorry to ruin the fun, but, um, the car’s over there,” Mark’s voice alerted you of his approach, pointing to a dark van on the other side of the road. He was dressed plainly in black jeans and a blue denim jacket, and he wasn’t carrying any bags. Oh shit,you thought. They’ve been waiting for me while I stood here like an idiot.

“Right, sorry. I thought they were going to park over here,” you awkwardly glanced down at your feet. Suddenly, realising that you should probably get a move on, you looked up at Lucas and wrapped an arm around him, “I’ll see you later, then?”

He nodded and hugged you back, grinning at you as he pulled away. He lifted his hand and messed up your hair purposefully, “Kill it, kid.”

You rolled your eyes, yelling at him as you crossed the road, “I’m older than you, asshole!”

The drive to the retreat had been pleasant; only yourself and Mark had been in the van, but the mountains of equipment surrounding you forced you to sit beside each other in the first row of seats. You had both attempted to make some conversation as you sat down and got comfortable, but after a while you both had earphones in and eventually Mark fell asleep.

The road itself that led to the lodge you’d be staying at was bumpy, and you honestly couldn’t figure out how Mark could sleep through it, his head occasionally bumping against the window as the van rumbled along the loose stone. When you pulled up at the lodge – a series of small wooden cabins with wraparound porches and chimneys – you nudged Mark’s shoulder slightly, attempting to wake him up.

He groaned when you pushed him harder, his head pressing firmly against the window, “Ughh, what?”

“Um, we’re here,” you whispered. You weren’t sure why you were whispering, but you pulled away from him and stepped out of the van, being met with groups of Oscorp employees carrying large equipment boxes and suitcases between cabins and vans. You waited by the door to the van with your duffel bag and suitcase, unsure of where to go.

“Mr Lee, Miss L/N, so good to see you. This is Jaehyun, my assistant, and Kevin, you already know,” he gestured in turn to the two guys standing beside him; both young, both very attractive. “They will be taking care of you for the duration of this trip,” he turned to face the two, “Take them to their cabin, and explain curfews and work hours for me, would you?”

They both nodded simultaneously, Jaehyun taking the lead and guiding you to your cabin, while Kevin put his hand to your back, gesturing for you to walk ahead while he helped you with your bags. Your cabin was at the end of the row, closest to the lake, and it was obviously the smallest among the cabins. It was simple, two bedrooms, a living area, fireplace and dining table, with a bathroom and toilet.

You dumped your bags onto one of the beds and thanked Jaehyun and Kevin for helping you.

“We’ll be right next door; if you need anything, just ask,” Jaehyun said, pointing over his shoulder, where the next cabin was located outside.

“You’ll be expected to be at the lab by 9am, breakfast is any time after 7, and dinner is at 7pm every night. No curfew, but it’s suggested everyone is inside by 10pm so we don’t disturb any wildlife,” Kevin grinned at you and Mark, saluting you as he shut the door as he left with Jaehyun. The gesture made you miss Lucas slightly, but you grinned and turned to Mark.

“So, work doesn’t start til tomorrow, anything you want to do?”

He looked around, “I actually should get some work done; don’t want to get behind.” He pulled a face, furrowing his brows and looking confusedly at the ground, making you laugh.

“Sounds good. Are you in Dr Song’s class?” You grabbed your suitcase and unzipped it, fishing through your belongings to find your laptop and textbook, letting your items fall to the ground beside you.

Mark was doing the same, digging through his backpack for a pen, “Uh, no. I had him last year for Intro to Physics, and he’s head of the faculty, so I’ve had to go through him about a few projects.”

You nodded, standing back up and setting your laptop up on the dining table, “Oh, cool. Top of the class, I presume?”

His face went bright pink, and he let his hair fall down over his eyes as he logged onto his computer. He cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah, I guess.”

Cute, you thought, before snapping yourself out of your thoughts to focus on your work.

“Hey,” you flicked Mark’s forehead with your pen for the fifth time to no avail. This boy could sleep through anything. “Mark, hey. Hello?” You drummed your pen against his head again, and you watched as his eyes flickered open again.

“Huh?” He sat up, a small crease imprinted on his cheek from where it was resting on his calculator. “What time is it?”

“It’s 9pm. We missed dinner,” you whispered, your eyes wide.

“Oh,” he straightened in his chair, looking over his work with a confused expression. “Do you want something to eat? I brought a few muesli bars.”

You chewed on your bottom lip in thought before nodding, “Yes, please.”

He walked over to the pile of bags on the floor, where all your belongings were splayed out on the floor around your suitcase. You heard him clear his throat as you packed up. Turning around, you saw him using his pen to hold up a pair of your underwear, “Are these yours?”

You nodded, feeling blood rush to your cheeks as you grabbed your things and threw them back into the suitcase, tossing the lid back up, “Sorry. I forgot I didn’t clean up.”

He didn’t meet your eyes, “No, it’s okay. Here.” He held out the muesli bar out to you.

You took it gingerly, taking a small bite, “Thank you.”

“Rise and shine, delinquents!” Jaehyun’s voice could be heard from the cabin’s front door, his loud knocking easily waking you up. “Mark! Y/n! It’s 8am!”

From under your covers, you could hear Kevin yelling at him to hurry up for breakfast and Jaehyun’s heavy footsteps retreating from your porch. Groaning, you threw the covers back and heaved yourself out of bed, going to the bathroom to turn on the shower before stopping at Mark’s door.

You knocked loudly, “Mark! Get up!”

You heard him mumble something in response, so you walked back to the bathroom to shower. It was only then did you notice the bathroom didn’t have a lock. Dammit, you thought. Here’s to hoping he hears the water running.

You managed to make it through the shower with no interruptions, but after wrapping your towel around you, you heard a hesitant knock, “Y/n? Can I grab my glasses? I think I left them in here.”

Looking down at your nude state, only a towel wrapped around you, you realised it would take a while to get dressed, and he needed his glasses now. “Hold on, I’ll bring them to the door.”

“Thanks. Sorry, last night I was so tired, I-” He was cut short by the door opening slightly, your damp and no doubt naked self answering the door as you thrust the glasses into his hand. He barely had a moment to react before the door was closed in his face again. Finally, he managed to find his voice, “Thanks.”

“How was your first day?” Lucas asked, his voice slightly grouchy from the bad telephone reception. “No freaks of nature, yet?”

“Only Kevin,” you said, laughing. Kevin, who was walking beside you at the time, able to hear the whole conversation, shoved you lightly, causing you to lose your balance. You laughed at his reaction before focusing back on Lucas, “No, seriously. None yet. Only tiny bottles with tiny DNA sequences.”

“Who’s Kevin?” Lucas’ voice faded slightly as the phone was brought further from his ear. “Sorry, I’m getting dressed for practice right now.”

You smiled, “I know, it’s a Tuesday night at 8:30. What else would you be doing? And Kevin is the receptionist from my interview; he’s a real pain in the ass, though.”

You winced as you felt his fist collide lightly with your shoulder, before he waved at you and walked towards his cabin, leaving you to walk the short distance to your own by yourself.

Lucas laughed, “Don’t go making enemies on your first day. How’s the hook up?”

You hesitated, “He’s… good. He’s so smart and cute as all heck, but I can barely talk to him without seeing the visions from that. I don’t know if he remembers me, to be honest.”

“A girl like you? How could he not?”

“Shut up, Lucas. How’s the TA?”

You could practically hear the grin in his voice as he spoke, “Still playing hard to get. I’ll get through, though.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you rolled your eyes, opening the door to your cabin to see Mark lying across the couch on his phone. “Anyway, I just got home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah? Have fun at practice.”

“See you. Don’t stress too much,” he hung up.

Mark sat up when he heard you hang up, “Hey, good day at work, honey?”

You laughed at the way he raised his voice, “Everything’s fine at the office. Where’s dinner?”

Mark settled back into the couch, a small smile evident on his face, “In the microwave. Reheat it if you like.”

You laughed as you took off your coat, throwing it over one of the dining chairs and coming to join him on the other couch, “How was your first day?”

He sat up, crossing his legs underneath him, “Awesome. I never thought I’d enjoy lab work this much. Actually putting this stuff into action, seeing it having an impact on real world science… it’s amazing.”

You nodded, “I know, right? The science seems so simplistic but when you see it being used… did you see the lizard they caught today?”

“The massive blue-tongue? I didn’t even know they had those here.”

Soon you had resolved to easy chatter, and by the time you resigned yourselves to your separate rooms, you felt less awkward around him, choosing to put your awkward first encounter behind you.

Days had passed and you and Mark had sorted out your routines; by day 4 it was expected that you’d wake up and go for a shower, before waking up Mark for breakfast. He’d shower after while you got ready, and then he’d walk you to your lab before pacing it to his own a few minutes’ walk away.

By Thursday, you’d begun to expect Jaehyun’s noisy wake up call. Throwing your covers off your legs, you knocked once on Mark’s door as you made your way to the bathroom, the tell-tale sound of him flicking his light switch letting you know he was awake.

At 8:15am, you were both on your way to the cafeteria for breakfast. “I can’t believe we’re leaving tomorrow,” Mark said, blowing air into his cupped hands in an effort to warm them.

You rolled your eyes and pulled a gloved hand from your jacket pocket, handing him one of your heat packs, “I know. I kinda miss waking up to, you know, heat, though.”

He laughed, his breath creating fog in the air, “True. I miss being able to feel my hands.”

“Hey, honey, I’m home,” you said, opening the door to your cabin. Mark, as usual, was lying across the couch, but this time, he was asleep. He always arrived to the cabin before you, his team finishing a little earlier than you and allowing him to go to the cafeteria for dinner a little earlier than you.

You shrugged your coat off your shoulders and walked to Mark on the couch, poking him to wake up, “Come on, if you’re tired, go to bed.”

He hummed and grabbed your hand, tugging you on top of him, his grip firm.

You felt your eyes widen as you lay on him, supporting yourself using your legs, which were firmly situated on either side of his body. “Mark,” you whispered, watching his face intently, only a few inches from your own. “Mark, wake up.”

You used your free hand to flick him on the forehead, and you watched his face his scrunch at the uncomfortable feeling. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open, slowly coming into focus the image of you lying on top of him.

Suddenly, he sat up, struggling with you on top of him, “Woah, woah, woah, what?”

Embarrassed you leant back, tugging your wrist from his grasp. He let you go with wide eyes, “Sorry. Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I promise, I was asleep. I had no idea-“

“No, no, it’s okay. Seriously,” he searched your eyes for any concern or disgust at his actions, but slowly let his gaze fall down to you straddling his legs.

Following his gaze, you realised you were still sitting on him, so you stood up, “Um, I’ll go, er, I need to brush my teeth.”

Mark followed suit, standing up and gesturing to a wooden door as he backed his way there, “Yeah. I’m going to bed.” You watched as his hand fell to the door handle.

“That’s the bathroom,” you offered him a small smile and you watched as the hand at his side clenched into an embarrassed fist as he clicked his fingers, pointing the door beside it which led to his room.

“Right. I knew that. Goodnight,” he nodded and stepped inside, letting the door close. You felt yourself let out a deep sigh. Of course once everything seemed to be going well, you had to ruin it. Stupid, stupid, stupid,you thought, bringing your hands up to your face.

“What time are you coming back?” Lucas’ message flashed on your screen, the light bouncing around the van from the gravel road.

“Should be there in two hours. We just left. Why?” You typed back.

Another message filled your screen straight away, “Party at Johnny’s frat. Wanna come? It’s time for you to blow off some steam after everything you’ve done this week.”

You looked at Mark out of the corner of your eye, sitting beside you with his headphones in. You couldn’t tell if he was awake. “Sounds good,” you typed back. You’d exchanged awkward smiles again this morning, despite all the conversations you’d had during the week and how much you knew about each other, you’d been reduced to strangers again.

“You look great,” Lucas looked at you as you locked the door of your dorm, the fabric of your dress gracefully hanging off your figure in a way that made you look both classy and hot.

“You do, too,” you looked at Lucas’ outfit appreciatively; the leather jacket that was snug on his shoulders, dark blue jeans, white tee. “Miss me?”

“Always,” he grinned as he opened the door of his car for you. “I have news,” he leant down on the roof of the car, grinning at you through the window.

“Yeah?” You asked excitedly, following him with your gaze as he walked around the front to the drivers’ side.

“I asked out the TA. We have a date tomorrow,” he clicked his tongue at you cockily. “No big deal.”

“This isa big deal,” you shoved him from your seat. Knowing he’d been crushing on the TA for weeks, you were stoked for your best friend. “Congrats, dude.”

Lucas told you about his big plan to win over your teacher’s assistant on his dinner date the following date for the remainder of the trip, excitedly planning the smallest of details. By the time you’d pulled up at Johnny’s frat, he was practically bouncing with excitement.

You both stepped out onto the quiet street, and you followed him to the door, starting to dance to the loud music that was pouring out of the house.

An hour later, and you’d lost Lucas in the crowd, were reallydrunk and reallyneeded to use the restroom. Tugging on Johnny’s sleeve, you whispered in his ear, “Johnny! Where’s the bathroom?”

He pointed to the hallway, where a long line of people were waiting and you huffed and reluctantly joined the queue. The familiar scent of peppermint and clean laundry filled your nose as you looked up in surprise to see a familiar black head of hair. You poked the guy in the back, grin widening as you met Mark’s eyes, “Mark! Hi!”

He looked surprised to see you, heat automatically rising to his cheeks as he looked over your outfit, “Y/n? Are you okay?”

“No,” you pouted, looking at the line hopelessly. “I need to use the restroom, but the line is too long!”

He looked confused for a moment, “This isn’t the drinks line?” You matched his expression as you stood on your tiptoes to look over the crowd, trying to see where the line went. He looked around before grabbing your hand, “Come on, there’s a bathroom upstairs. It’ll be empty.”

You nodded and let him lead you upstairs to a long hallway, rooms diverging off in all directions. Eventually, he stopped in front of a closed door, knocking quickly before twisting the handle and letting you inside.

“I’ll wait out here, okay?” He said, casting nervous glances down the hallway.

“No, come in,” you said, a grin on your face.

He seemed hesitant but followed you inside, awkwardly leaning back on the bathroom counter. You stood silently, not seeming to be anywhere close to using the toilet, “I think I’m having déjà vu.”

He laughed, “Of course, even when you’re drunk, you know what you’re talking about.”

“No, I’m serious. We’ve been here before. Except I was there. And you were… here,” you stared at your feet momentarily before looking up at him. “We were…”

You let your voice fade out as you took in how close you were to Mark, and how good he looked from this angle.

He was staring back at you in shock, his eyes glancing down to your lips every now and then. His voice came out in a whisper, finishing your sentence for you; “kissing.”

You felt a lazy smile make its way to your face, “Yeah. We were kissing. And then-”

His eyes widened slightly, “Don’t you need to use the toilet?”

“No,” your brows furrowed at the question. “I don’t feel so good, though. I might’ve had too much to drink.”

“Do you want to lie down? My room is down the hall.”

“You’re in a frat?”

“Yeah. Johnny’s like an older brother to me.”

“That’s cute.” You pinched his cheek as you leant in, “Frat guys are hot.” You pecked his cheek and walked out of the bathroom, stumbling slightly as you walked.

“This way,” he swiftly wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you into his side, spinning you around to walk in the other direction down the hall. “Just lie down for a bit, okay? You’ll feel better.”

“You’re not going to rape me, are you?”

“What? Y/n, no. Never,” he stopped walking for a moment. “I’m taking you to my room so you can rest. Is that okay?”

Somewhere in your clouded brain, you thought it sweet of him to ask for your consent before taking you anyway. “Yes, that’s okay.”

He guided you to his room and let you decide how you wanted to rest, allowing you to climb under his covers and pass out in his bed. He switched off the light and shut the door, going back downstairs to notify Johnny of the unexpected guest.

Unobstructed light fled into the room as you groaned, shielding your eyes with your hand as you sat up straight, feeling slightly disoriented. Going to get out of bed like you do every morning, you realise that this was not your bed, not your room, not… anywhere you recognised. Panicked, you glanced down at your body and sighed in relief upon seeing your dress from last night still clinging to your body.

Peaking your head out the door, you decided the coast was clear and crept down the stairs slowly, the stench of cigarettes and alcohol mingling on the first floor. “You’re up earlier than expected; I was just about to check up on you. Should’ve expected it though, you were always first at the cabin.”

Mark sat on a porch swing in the living room, his eyebrow cocked at you. “How are you feeling?” He stood up and put the back of his hand against your forehead, testing your temperature.

“Better,” you asserted. “Thanks for last night, by the way.”

He laughed, “No problem. Do you want anything to eat?” Mark gestured vaguely behind him at the bowls of moist chips and cold pizza.

Just the thought of the food make your stomach turn, so you shook your head, “No, but thanks. I’ll see you around.”

“Wait, actually-“ His hand shot out to grab your wrist. When you turned around, surprised at how heart your beating and how suddenly shy he became, you smiled. He cleared his throat, “You actually, uh, made me promise to ask you something when you woke up.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “What?”

You watched as his chest rose as he inhaled deeply, “You made me promise I’d ask you out.”

It felt like all the blood rushed to your face as the words left his mouth, leaving you absolutely speechless. “I, um, I- what?”

He closed his eyes briefly, “Will you go out with me? Sometime?”

A smile etched its way onto your face and you nodded, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He grinned at you sheepishly, using the hand still wrapped around your wrist to tug your forwards slightly so he could kiss you on the cheek.

When he pulled away, you were speechless, unable to string a sentence together.

“Well, I have to go, um, iron…”

“Your cat?”

He glared at you playfully, “Not my cat. It’s my rabbit this time. She’s not doing so well.” Mark lowered his gaze in mock sadness.

“Nothing a scalding iron can’t fix, I’m sure,” you laughed, patting him on the shoulder before turning towards the door. “I should get going. Again, thank you so much. Text me about that date.”

“Will do,” Mark winked, sending you off with finger guns. You were both so terribly awkward all you could do was awkwardly finger gun him back, cringing as you walked away laughing at the pure ridiculousness of it all.

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