#the jacket and the hoodie... u will be mine

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plus 44 x murakami — las vegas collaboration

releases nov. 15th

[faithst]

WHEN THEIR S/O WEAR ANOTHER MEMBER’S CLOTHES

pairing zb1 x gn!reader

genre fluff, comedy, some jealousy

notes hiii thank u for liking my works 💕 i hope you enjoy this one !! just an update because i’m busy the next few weeks ❤️

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— zhang hao

guess who’s sweater you’re wearing ?

thats right, hanbin’s sweater !

when hao sees you in the piece of clothing, he thinks nothing of it

cuz he wears it alot too

and he didn’t notice it wasn’t his sweater

like ‘hey, that’s a cool sweater!’

but then he realises that you’re wearing hanbin’s clothes

‘wait a minute… i’ve seen that before..’

has a moment of confusion; whether to be jealous of hanbin or jealous of you 😦

in the end he just doesn’t care that much

makes you both take turns wearing said sweater

“it’s my turn to wear that!”

— sung hanbin

maybe a bit annoyed but he doesn’t show it

he sees you w matthew’s hoodie on and stops in his tracks

‘huh, that’s not mine..’ ‘why does it look familiar though?’

and then he realises

immediately rushes to you and offers another hoodie, his hoodie 🤝

“why though? this hoodie is comfortable.” “it’s not mine, love.”

your mouth forms an o

you immediately take it off and wear his

hanbin is happy now 👍

he might be just a teeny more strict on matthew after the incident tho

“you look better in my hoodie.”

— seok matthew

he’s a bit annoyed

not at you tho <3

“hey babe!” he beams, stopping in his tracks upon seeing you

“why are you wearing gunwook’s shirt?” he furrowed his eyebrows

“i just picked the one that was nearest to me.” you explained

matthew sighed in response “this kid..”

“gunwook, stop placing your clothes everywhere!” he scolds, filling the house with his voice 😤

he then goes to get his own shirt and comes back handing it to you

“wear this, my shirts are better.”

— shen ricky

immediately notices

cuz he takes note of everything you take from him and everything he buys for you 💰

“that’s a comfortable hoodie.” he comments

your quirk an eyebrow before speaking up “yeah, it’s yours.”

ricky pouts, slightly shaking his head

“wait, this isn’t yours? why was it in your closet then?” you ask, pulling over the hoodie over your head

“i forgot to return this to jiwoong.” he responded with a sheepish smile

“it was comfortable though..”

ricky immediately brings out his phone to buy you the same exact hoodie

“which colour do you want?”

— park gunwook

jealous 💯

you were out with gunwook and gyuvin

and it was really chilly outside

as any cliché moment goes, gunwook wanted to wrap his jacket around you

but the thing was, he didn’t have a jacket at the moment

so gyuvin offered his as you weren’t wearing as many layers

gunwook knew it was the only thing they could do at the moment but he couldn’t help but feel bummed

tries to hide his obvious pout

“oh, are you still cold? here, take my sweater.”

literally takes off his sweater and suffers in the cold just so he didn’t have to see gyuvin’s jacket around you anymore

“it’s not cold at all!” he manages to mutter out with trembling lips

— kim taerae

i don’t think he minds

actually, i don’t think he knows

like, he sees you in a new jacket and is like “that’s a nice jacket!”

proceeds to ask where you got it from bcuz he wants one too

“what do you mean this is mine? i don’t own anything like this..”

and then gunwook comes in, asking if both of you had seen his jacket 😦

and then he sees you wearing HIS jacket “that’s oddly similar to my missing jacket..”

taerae looks to you and then back to gunwook, confused

finally puts the pieces together “wait, are you wearing wook’s jacket?”

after explaining why you were wearing it in the first place

taerae offers you his jacket

“do you wanna match jackets?”

— kim gyuvin

he’s acting like it doesn’t bother him but it actually does

you search around his wardrobe to find smth comfortable to wear

and also to surprise him cuz he absolutely LOVES it when you wear his clothes 🤭

little did you know that he had taerae’s hoodie in there too

gyuvin comes in and catches you red-handed

“oh my god, hey! i wasn’t stealing your clothes!”

he just silently stares at you “why are you wearing taerae’s hoodie..?”

you grab a part of the hoodie with a confused look “taerae..? i thought it was yours.. it’s comfy though.”

gyuvin’s eyes widen “wait, i have better hoodies.”

frantically starts throwing out all his hoodies from his closet onto the bed

forces you to change into his hoodie while repeating that he isn’t jealous

“the hoodie is bright yellow.. why would you ever think that it’s mine..”

— kim jiwoong

honestly, i don’t think he minds at all

aslong as you’re comfy ykyk 👍

so that’s how you have ricky’s sweater over you while being in jiwoong’s arms

ricky came to receive his sweater back as jiwoong supposedly wanted to ‘borrow’ it

and then ricky finds you wearing it and is genuinely concerned like ‘jiwoong allowed this?’

jiwoong immediately starts rambling how you looked very nice in the sweater

used his oldest card 😭

and convinced ricky into just giving it to you

“ricky, you can just buy another!”

— han yujin

for some reason he has so many clothes

and all those clothes are not his but the other member’s

so even if you did wear another member’s clothing, he simply wouldn’t care cause technically it’s HIS clothing now

hao barges into yujin’s room where you both were playing games 💥

“yujin, have you done your homework yet?” he asks, looking at the shirt you were wearing

hao knits his eyebrows together “isn’t that my shirt?”

although yujin tried to lie about ever stealing it, hao already knew his record of taking the member’s clothes

“i was looking for this everywhere! since when did you take this?” he crossed his arms, about to scold yujin again

“like.. 5 months ago..?”

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sick days | l.f.

summmary: felix is feeling under the weather but luckily his angel is there to help him feel better.

wc: 2k

warnings: i know channie n lix don't live in the same dorm but for the sake of this story they do <3. descriptions of the flu and food, too many pet names, use of y/n. not proofread, lowercase intended.

a/n: okayyy, this is a request i was given a lil while ago (i'm so sorry this took so long) also wrote this in like 4 hours until three am so if the ending is weird that’s why but i’ll proofread it tomorrow. with that being said, i hope u enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

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you knew something was off, you couldn’t put your finger on it but you had a gut feeling. you had asked felix if everything was okay and he reassured you everything was fine. that was until a few days later he texted you letting you know he was feeling sick.

you had already called into work, letting them know you weren’t going to be in the office for a few days but you’ll do some work on your computer. you texted him once more, asking him what he needs but you didn’t receive a response.

assuming he’s probably resting you give his older counterpart a call. there was about three rings before he picks up, “hello?” an aussie voice fills your ears. “hi channie.” you smile. “y/n! hi, what can i do for you?” he asks.

“felix told me he wasn’t feeling well so i tried to text him to ask if he needed anything but he didn’t respond so i’m assuming he’s asleep. but i was calling so ask if you knew if he needed anything or if you guys need anything at the dorms.” you explain, placing him on speaker opening your notes app.

“oh! well i know lino’s making him some stew but i’m sure he could use some medicine and maybe some tea and something for electrolytes.” he lists off. “okay i can do that, do you guys need anything for the dorm?” you ask, typing out your list.

“no i think we’re good, thank you y/n, i appreciate it.” he smiles. “no problem channie, i’ll be there in a bit.” taking the phone off speaker, placing it back to your ear. “sounds good, drive safe.” you say your goodbyes, hanging up the phone.

you quickly put on your jacket, pulling your backpack on, then your work bag and grabbing your keys, walking out the door. you had packed a bag, planning on spending a few days at the dorms taking care of felix.

you quickly make your way to your car after locking your door. you grab everything felix may need from the store, making your way to the dorms. the drive to the dorms was quick, pulling into the driveway, grabbing all of your bags. you use your hip to close your car door as your hands are full, before walking up to the dorm.

you use your foot to tap the door, hoping someone inside hears. the door opens revealing a hoodie clad chan, giving you his signature smile, “hey, y/n.” he greets you before grabbing the bags. “ hi.” you smile back, quickly turning back, locking your car before following him inside.

you make your way into the kitchen, finding lino finishing up his kimchi-jjigae while chan places the bags on the counter. “hi lino.” you smile, giving him a small wave. “hi y/n, here to take care of yongbokkie?” he asks, stirring the steaming stew. you nod, “i’ll be right back, i’m gonna go put my stuff down and check on him.

you make your way down the hall, before reaching his closed door. you gently knock on the door, just incase he was still sleeping. “come in” you hear the familiar aussie voice, his voice impossibly deeper. you open the door, finding the usually sunny boy, looking pale and dreary.

“hi bubba, how are you feeling?” you ask, quickly putting down your bags next to the door before making your way to the bed. you sit down on the bed, brushing his hair out of his face. he clears his throat, “i’m okay.’ his voice hoarse.

your hand resting on his warm cheek, thumb brushing soothing circles on his cheek. “what’s going on jagi?” you ask. “channie hyung thinks it’s a cold or flu, i have a fever, congested, i keep coughing and sneezing and my head feels like it’s a balloon.” he explains, before he turns his head away from you, letting out a sneeze.

you hand him a tissue from the box sitting on his bedside table. “bless you bubba.” he blows his nose, placing the tissue in the bag next to him. “thank you, angel.” he gives you a small smile. you look at the table, finding an empty water bottle, tissues, and some crackers.

“have you taken some medicine?” you ask, running your hand through his hair. “lino hyung gave me some aspirin for my fever but we didn’t have any cold medicine.” he sniffles, closing his eyes, nuzzling his head against your hand slightly.

“okay bub, i picked you up some, so i’m gonna go grab you some medicine and i think minho is done with the stew so i’m gonna grab you a bowl too, alright?” you ask, hand still running through his hair. “mhm, thank you.” he mumbles. 

you leaned over placing a soft kiss to his warm forehead before pulling his blanket over him. you get up, grabbing the empty water bottle and crackers before making your way out of the room. you softly close the door behind you, walking back to the kitchen.

you place the crackers on the counter before filling up his blue bottle with ice and water. you start to put everything away, keeping the medicine and gatorade in a bag before pulling away the crackers. “here you go.” lino says, placing a bowl of the hot stew, with a spoon and some napkins next to you.

“ thank you minho.” you smile, placing the water bottle in the bag as well. “of course, there’s extra on the stove if you want some.” he says pointing towards the pot on the stove

. your heart warms at the older boy's gesture. “oh, thank you, you didn't have to.”

he waves you off “it’s the least i could do for you helping yongbokkie.” he smiles before making his way to the living room to join chan on the couch. you smile to yourself before collecting your materials, making your way back to your sick boy.

you carefully make your way down the hallway, knocking on the door once more, signaling your arrival. you carefully open the door, finding felix fast asleep, soft snores leaving his mouth. you quietly make your way into the room, closing the door once again.

you make your way to the side of his bed, placing the stew on the bedside table, sitting next to him once again. you place a gentle hand on his cheek, softly rubbing, waking him up. “hi angel,” you smile down at him. “you can go back to sleep in a bit but i got soup, medicine and water.” he nods understanding as he stretches a bit.

“sit up for me a bit.” he leans forward, coughing a bit. you rub his back, before you place pillows behind him to prop him up. “okay, lay back down baby.” he lays back, clearing his throat a bit. “comfortable?” he nods, giving you a small smile.

“good.” you smile, placing a kiss to his forehead before grabbing the still warm stew. you stir it slightly before taking a spoonful, blowing on the steaming liquid, bringing the spoon and bowl to felix. he opens his mouth, taking in the warm liquid, you pull the spoon back.

“good?” you ask, gathering another serving for him. he swallows the delicious food. “very good angel, thank you.” you smile, bringing the spoon back to him. “don’t thank me, thank minho.” you take the spoon again, repeating the process.

“no seriously, you dropped everything to come take care of me. i really appreciate that baby.” he smiles, placing an hand on your thigh. you place the spoon back in the bowl, leaning over, careful of the bowl of soup. you place a kiss to his cheek, “i’m your partner, it’s literally my job, you don’t have to thank me lix.” his cheeks redden slightly, small smile spreading across his lips.

you grab the spoon, repeating the same process until the stew is all gone. you hand him the napkin, watching him wipe his face before holding out the bowl for him to place the dirty material in. you set the bowl down before grabbing the gatorade and medicine. you place the medicine in his hand before opening the gatorade bottle.

he places the pills in his mouth before grabbing the cold bottle you held out to him. he takes down a few gulps of the cold liquid, before he struggles to breathe thanks to his congestion. “bubba, slow down,” you place your hand on his thigh as he finally pulls away. “breathe please, it’s not going anywhere.” you rub his thigh lightly.

“sorry.” he coughs slightly, causing you to take the bottle, before rubbing his back. “okay bubba, let it out.” the coughs slowly die down, his breathing becoming heavy as he tries to catch his breath. “okay, let’s lay you back down baby.” he nods, you put the cap back on, placing it back on the table.

you move a few of pillows, allowing him to lay back down. he scoots a little closer to you before laying down fully. “comfy?” he nods smiling, eyes closing slightly. “i’ll be back, i’m just gonna bring the dishes back into the kitchen, okay?” you ask, moving his two drinks to the edge of the table for him to have easy access. “okay, you’ll come back and cuddle right?” he asks, his boba eyes staring into yours, pleading you. you giggle, nodding, “yes, bub, i’ll come back and cuddle.” he smiles, happy with your answer before he nuzzles back into the soft mattress.

you give his arm a squeeze before getting up and grabbing the bowl, making your way back to the hallway. as you step out you run into jeongin. “oh!” slightly startled. “hi innie.” you smile. “hi noona, how is felix hyung?” he asks, pointing to the door. “he’s okay, he just ate and took medicine so he’s gonna sleep for a bit.” small smile still present on your lips.

“good, thank you for taking care of him.” you nod your head, “of course, i’d do anything for him.” your cheeks warming slightly. he smiles, “he’d do the same for you, you know.” you nod, cheeks becoming impossibly warmer. “i know, thank you innie.” he smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder before making his way to his room.

you make it back to the kitchen, quickly washing the bowl. “how’s lix doing?” an aussie voice behind you asks. you turn around, “he’s okay, he ate and i gave him some medicine so he’s gonna try to sleep now.” he nods, “thank you for taking care of him, we really appreciate it.”  you nod, smiling at the older man. “anytime channie, i’d do anything for him.”

he gives you a side hug, “we know.” he pulls away, making his way back to minho on the couch. you walk back to felix’s room for the final time, lightly knocking on the door. you enter, felix lifting his head, before settling back into his cocoon.

“y’know you don’t have to knock everytime, right?” he mumbles, face smooshed into his pillow. “i know but it’s your space, i don’t want to invade it.” you say, making your way to the other side of the bed. you get under the blankets, opening your arms to him. “you could never invade my space jagi, what’s mine is yours.”

he moves, melting into you, placing a kiss on top of your heart. “you realize you’re definitely getting sick right?” he asks, words slurred with sleep. you giggle, “yes lix i know,” you pause looking down at him, “but it’s worth it.” you lean down, placing a kiss to his sift hair.

“please make sure you take some vitamins.” he says, clearly fighting sleep. “i will angel, now go to sleep, you need rest,” you run fingers through his hair with one hand, rubbing his arm with the other. “mhm kay, lub you angel.” you smile, holding him close to you. “i love you too, lix.” placing one last kiss on his hair before he drifts off.

needless to say you definitely got sick a few days later, which resulted in a scolding from the sunshine boy himself. but he nursed you back to health, make sure you both were taking your vitamins to avoid getting sick again.

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[mystiffox]

— the apple's falling from the tree

from Cross: The Star Sans by @overflowofcrows

star!cross makes me incredibly ill with the tragic found family vibes ... (lays on the floor)

also have some doodles too (slight spoilers on the fic's lore below! to explain some of my thoughts on clothes n stuff)

does Cross have a star necklace in the fic? no, probably not. did i show off about my thoughts on a star necklace to Simple anyway? yes, yes i did. anyway idc where u think the necklace is from (whether its a gift from dream or a remold of his broken heart necklace, who knows atp) now ONTO THE GANG (+ Error and Fresh)

to preface this: im mostly assuming for most of the lore beyond the crumbs given to me. so, i'd imagine that when the fight ended with the gang losing, Dream and Ink immediately jailed them up. they both seem keen on keeping the gang alive, so they probably would've tried to help them with anything to make sure of it- that is, if any of the gang would even accept it in the first place.

i'm making a small guess that if there were any wounds, they used what they had to take care of it, aka ripping out parts of their own clothing to use as makeshift bandages. dream might've gave them some supplies (out of pity.. or something) but whether that was not enough or not used, i won't know

even if it was enough, there's still the factor of inevitable outburst/breakdowns from any of the prisoners. i'd imagine it'd be so hard to calm any of them down because the gang were too used to being close together that using touch became the usual grounding method— so putting a barrier between them makes it infintely harder for everyone.

i think Nightmare doesn't use his jacket anymore. it probably feels like shit/too itchy and ragged to wear and reminds him of a past he wishes he could forget. (he must feel so helpless seeing all his boys suffer after taking care of them for so long... like a lost father trying his best and seeing how much he's failing at the same time.. man.)

Dust is almost always wrapped in a blanket, the hoodie completely zipped up as if he was trying to hide in it, keeping himself as small as possible (knowing his own breakdowns are the biggest And loudest)

Horror is probably yanked back to the memories of when he was back in his home au, quietly starving and losing all the progress he had with the gang.. trying to press himself against the barriers in hopes that maybe he can feel the others on the other side of it.. (one of his outbursts would be why he ripped off the sleeves of his jacket id assume)

Killer too.. unable to get to anyone and just. with his soul going haywire sometimes, having no available output that he's forced to ride it out on his own And in front of everyone.. yeah, you get the gist for those three

Error's a mess of threads- picks at his clothes and sews em back up, just to have a reason to move his hands. he's not too worried i'd say- it's a little reminiscent of the antivoid, and he's experienced insanity already (not to say it doesn't tug at his own soul-strings to see it happen to everyone else)

Fresh might be the "cleanest" out of everyone, with barely any visible tears, but i have a good feeling his body language is different. maybe the cap is now worn correctly. maybe he took off his jacket. he's tense. his guard is up. because a parasite would never want to be locked up in one place, right?

god.

God.

they make me so sick (message is mine btw)

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ARE YOU MINE

Zuko “someone to call mine” part two!

@multifandomedsimp ily bcz u commented and that shit makes my day

It takes me two days before I text the number on the gift card, “hello?” A voice answers, I know that voice, “this is Zuko”

“I know.. it’s y/n from the other day. You gave me your number on the gift card” I nervously say, “um this is so random but would you maybe want to—“

“Yes”

“I haven’t even said the question”

“Just yes” His voice feels so desperate and it makes me feel wanted in a way I’ve never felt for a guy before.

It doesn’t take long for us to meet up, “are you sure it’s not too late?” I ask walking into the locker rooms, “I’ve got lacrosse practice”

“No, I just want to see you that’s all” he replies, “have fun”

I finish up two hours later; shower and drive to the park where we’re going to walk about. I see him; baggy jeans and crewneck which is a contrast to my leggings and hoodie. My damp hair down and scrunched up, “hey” he smiles as I walk up to him; hands tucked into my pockets.

“Hi, it’s cold out tonight. Didn’t the groundhog say it was supposed to be warm now?” I laugh a little, but my joke feels stupid now, “do you have any siblings?” I ask

He sighs, “I have a sister, Azula but she’s not right in the head” he looks down a little disappointed but sighs and looks back up, “what about you”

“I have a little sister, Suki. She’s definitely a character” I smile a little, “she’s annoying to all annoyingness but I would kill for her”

“A little sister seems nice, um how was your practice?” He asks; we’re both a little awkward and it’s nice to feel this way again

“It was good, lots of drills. Especially being Varsity captain there’s a lot of pressure to do well” I ramble, “do you do any sports?” I ask, nervously stuffing my hands into my pockets to fidget and pull at my nails

“No. I just make tea” he laughs a little, it’s a nervous and hoarse thing but it eases me comfort that he feels as I do, “I used to play soccer but I lost the passion for it. You know?” He gives a short smile as we circle around, and we find ourself back at the tea shop, “tea?”

“That..” the wind brushes through my jacket, “would be so nice” I smile as he leads me inside, we don’t take long before we get comfortable with each other. Sitting next to each other, talking about whatever.

“What was your mom like?” I ask, rubbing my hands on the cup of lotus tea to keep warm, “can I ask that?”

“I guess, she was kind, and sweet. The only one who actually tried to help poor Azula. My uncle has stepped up in her place and in my father’s too” he confesses, he looks so sad. I wrap my hand around his loose one that hangs by his side. Twisting my fingers intertwined with his.

“My dad left when I was four. I never really knew why but throughout my parents marriage he..” there’s a long exhale and I lean against him, bunching my knees to my chest, “was cheating on my mom. But she was pregnant with Suki” I pause trying to remember what happened. There was a fight, breaking glass but, “I can’t remember anything else”

“Thank you, for sharing that with me. My father was the same, he never cheated on my mother but he wasn’t a kind man either. I lied before. My scar doesn’t come from a tea pot exploding” he confesses, looking down ashamed at his own lie that doesn’t seem too horrible, “my father burned me. I think it’s a blessing I don’t exactly remember what happened”

“Yes. Maybe it is a good thing. I really like you Zuko” I admit. Maybe it’s the warm tea in my stomach or how talking about things that have hurt me so bad and not crying over it. It makes me feel good in some way

“I really like you too”

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HOUSE OF BALLOONS | JJK

08- XO/THE HOST

synopsis: fleeing the pressure and pretense of your elite life, you stumble into the seductive chaos of the House of Balloons. there, Jungkook waits— ready to make you question everything you thought you knew

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: mentions of alcohol & drugs, another HOB party, smut, fingering (f.), reader rides jks fingers oops, jk touches himself, praise if u squint, cops are back, readers parents are!! unhappy!! reader drug mule pt 2, joons bottle garden mention!

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The sunlight filtered through the curtains, landing squarely on Jungkook’s face and forcing his eyes open. He groaned, dragging a hand across his face before squinting at the phone still clutched in his hand. The screen lit up, and his stomach sank. Six hours.

He didn’t really remember what he’d said. His memory was patchy, a mix of loud music, too many shots, and your voice cutting through it all. He’d probably rambled, maybe said too much, but you stayed on the line anyway. That was the thing about you. You always stayed longer than you should.

His thumb immediately presses the call button, and he throws his phone to the side with a groan. Slowly, he rolls out of bed, pulling on a hoodie and forcing his feet to move toward the stairs. The smell of coffee hits him—he needs pain relief for his thumping head.

“You look like pure shit,” Joon muses from the kitchen, pushing a cup of coffee toward Jungkook.

“Fuckin’ feel like it, too.” Jungkook takes the cup, offering Joon a quiet thank you as he leans against the counter.

Yoongi enters the kitchen just as Joon leaves, muttering something about repotting one of his bottles that someone (definitely not Jungkook) knocked over last night.

“Fuck, you look like ass.” Yoongi laughs, ruffling Jungkook’s hair before pouring his own coffee.

Yoongi had developed quite the soft spot for Jungkook over the years. If you asked him, he’d probably tell you that Jeon Jungkook was larger than life, that the people he chose to surround himself with were lucky, and that, despite being an asshole most of the time, Jungkook was one of the most important people he’d ever meet.

Yoongi saw Jungkook for who he really was—underneath all the bullshit, the walls, the rules he built to protect his heart. At the end of it all, he was just a kid—a kid who needed love more than anything.

But Yoongi also knew the mask Jungkook wore: cold, heartless, unlovable. He knew it was all a defense—a way for Jungkook to shield himself from the world. And Yoongi knew that, because he’d seen the cracks in that facade: he’d heard Jungkook crying, soft and raw, on the anniversary of his mother’s death, or when he’d gotten too drunk and spilled his fears into the night, to the moon.

“How’s Bee? She comin’ tonight?” Yoongi mused from the other side of the kitchen, all a little too nonchalantly.

Jungkook froze for a second, caught off guard, “Huh?”

“Bee? Is she coming tonight?”

“Why would I fuckin’ know?” Jungkook’s eyes avoided Yoongi’s, felt a little nervous. Thinks maybe Yoongi doesn’t approve of Jungkook sleeping with his best friend.

Yoongi looks at Jungkook, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “Why wouldn’t you?”

Jungkook stands there awkwardly, glancing back at Yoongi like he’s grown three heads. “I mean—Huh?”

Yoongi shrugs, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Kook, chill. Unfortunately for me, your bedroom’s next to mine.” He pretends to shiver, making a dramatic gagging noise. “Don’t have to sneak her in and out, man.”

Yoongi taps Jungkook’s shoulder, offering him a brief smile as he turns to leave the kitchen. No words needed—his actions say it all. The pat, the smile, the quiet understanding. Be smart. Play nice. Have fun. I love you both.

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It feels like an eternity until Jungkook finally spots you later that night at the House of Balloons.

You’re wearing a black mini dress that hugs your body just right, a leather jacket tossed over your arm, and platform boots with stockings—ones Jungkook has already decided he’ll be ripping off later.

You’re standing with Valerie, both of you throwing back shots and catching up. Valerie’s talking about her latest boytoy, while you fill her in on everything… except Jungkook.

There’s no real defense for not telling Valerie about Jungkook, but somehow, he’s become a subject that’s treaded lightly between the two of you. Every time you bring him up, Valerie changes the topic or seizes the chance to mock him, calling him a himbo or dickfaced twat.

Your eyes meet his across the room. He’s lounging in his usual spot, legs spread, hair falling messily over his face, and when his gaze locks with yours, you see him absentmindedly toy with his lip ring. He cocks his head toward the stairs, a silent invitation.

You glance at Valerie, her tongue tangled with some stranger’s, giving you an easy out. You slam the rest of your drink back, then make your way upstairs, into the familiar walls of Jungkook’s bedroom.

He follows behind, locking the door and immediately turning his focus on you. Sat so prettily on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with the rubix cube you had snaked off his desk.

He steps closer, standing right in front of you. “Hey, D.D.”

You glance up, watching him stand between your legs, his fingers brushing through the ends of your freshly chopped hair. “New look, huh?”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, your fingers running through your hair. “I was drunk. And it’s practically therapy—crisis? Destroy your hair.”

Jungkook’s fingers pause, a slight frown crossing his face. “Crisis?” He squats down between your legs, his hands landing on your waist. “Husband didn’t do anything to you, right?”

You let out a small laugh, your hands brushing over his wrists, gently pushing them toward your thighs. “No. And stop calling him that.” You raise an eyebrow, your tone shifting slightly. “Not important. Just hair. Is that what you got me in here for, or?”

Jungkook’s eyes drop to your hands as you guide his between your thighs, his fingertips grazing just under the hem of your dress. They dig softly into your skin, and he opens his mouth to speak—but the words die on his tongue the moment he notices your legs inching apart.

When it hits him that underwear had been decided to be forgotten tonight, he curses under his breath, his teeth sinking into his lower lip to hold in the groan that wants to escape his throat.

“What the fuck, D.D.,” he mutters, his voice rough, hands sliding to push your thighs further apart. “You’re fuckin’ asking for trouble.”

His fingers hook around the hem of your dress, inching it higher over your hips, his breath catching as he takes in the sight of you.

He’s still kneeling between your legs, tongue wetting his lower lip again, breaths growing heavier as he stares at your cunt like he’s a kid in a candy store. Thinks he’s going insane, thinks you’re insane.

Your breaths fall into rhythm with his, and he hasn’t even touched you yet, but you’re already unravelling. The way he’s looking at you—eyes half-lidded, plump lips glossy from his tongue that keeps darting out to wet his lower lip, that half-smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth—he looks at you with hunger, with pure desperation.

You press your palms into the mattress behind you, leaning back slightly as your hips roll forward, silently begging for any kind of friction. “Touch me?”

Jungkook’s eyes flicker up to meet yours, a soft, hushed curse escaping his lips before he drags his gaze back down to your core. He inches closer, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you watch him trail kisses down the soft skin of your thigh, inching closer to your centre. He pauses, pulling his head back just enough to let two fingers run slowly down your folds. “So fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmurs.

The tips of his two fingers tease at your entrance, gliding up and down softly as he coats them in your slick. “Fuck—Kook, please?” you whimper, the ache in your core almost unbearable. You need him to push his fingers in, to work them just the way you like.

Your hips grind upwards, pleading. “So desperate, D.D.,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his lips. Then his fingers sink into you, all the way to the knuckle, without hesitation. You ask, you receive. Who is he to deny when you ask so nicely?

Your head falls back, and the string of curses and moans spilling from your lips is quickly becoming Jungkook’s favourite song. He should record it—maybe get Hoseok or Yoongi to sample it for one of their mixes. They’d be signed in no time, he’s sure of it.

Your hips roll against Jungkook’s fingers, desperate and needy, and it has him nearly drooling, watching you work yourself over his hand.

“Yeah, fuck yourself,” he mutters, eyes locking with yours. He gives you a small nod, “Can you do that for me, D.D?”

For a moment, your hips falter, a hint of shyness creeping in. But when Jungkook looks at you like that, like he always does, it’s impossible to resist. Slowly, your hips begin to roll again.

He watches as your hips grind against his fingers, eyes locked on his, lips parted with soft breaths leaving your mouth each time you sink down.

“So good, look at you. Doing so well.” His thumb presses against your clit, making it roll each time your hips grind down on his fingers.

Jungkook’s free hand has been pressing against his hardened cock ever since he saw your lack of underwear, and watching you fuck yourself on his fingers only has him dipping his hand into his pants to touch himself.

His hand pumps his cock, his own groans blending with yours. He watches your hips quicken as his fingers curl, pressing deeper into that sweet spot inside you. He can feel you getting closer, the way your walls tighten around him—he sees the furrow in your brows and hears the desperate whines of his name spilling from your lips.

“Ah–I’m gonna cum, fuck!” Your hips move faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit.

“That’s it, D.D.” Jungkook’s voice is strained, his hand pumping faster around his cock, the sound of his breaths mixed with yours. “You’re doing so well, so pretty, baby.”

The words slip out before he can stop them, and for a moment, his chest tightens. Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that. The frustration is instant, the thought of how stupid it sounds flickering in his mind. But there’s no time to dwell. You’re moving against his fingers, hips grinding down, and the heat between you both is undeniable.

He shifts, his thumb pressing firmer against your clit, feeling the way your body reacts, the way your walls tighten around his fingers. He can’t stop, doesn’t want to stop. The slip-up is there, hanging in the air, but he forces himself to focus on the feeling—on the way your breath catches, on the way you beg for more with your body.

His frustration turns inward, and with a sharp exhale, he focuses on pushing you closer to the edge. He wants to lose himself in the rhythm, in the way you’re coming apart on his fingers, and make himself forget the stupid words that fell out of his mouth.

Your eyes are locked on his, and he can see that you’re not mentioning it. You’ve noticed, but you’re not calling him out. Instead, you keep moving, letting the heat between you build.

It’s just one mistake. He won’t let it stop this. He won’t let it stop you.

“There, fuck—right there, Kook.” Your voice is breathless, your hips stuttering as you grind down on his fingers, desperate for more.

He’s lost in you again, will always be lost in you when you say his name like that. Like it’s a lifeline. His hand starts to pump his cock again, wanting to come undone with you.

But just as you both start to push against the edge, there’s a sudden, loud knock against Jungkook’s door. Neither of you acknowledge it at first, but when you hear Joon’s voice ring from the other side, you’re both frozen.

“Cops, man. Their fuckin’ back!”

Fuck.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s, and he’s already looking at you. His fingers are still stuffed inside you, hand still wrapped around his cock.

“Be down in a sec, gotta hide the fuckin’ bag,” Jungkook calls out, eyes locked on yours. He’s half tempted to say fuck it, let the cops knock his door down and see exactly how he’s got you right now.

Your hand comes to Jungkook’s wrist, regretfully pushing it from you and letting his fingers slide out. A whine from your lips, a groan from Jungkook’s.

You’re both on your feet now—you’re fixing your dress while he’s rummaging through his closet.

“The fuck are they doing here again?” you ask, the tension still thick in the air.

Jungkook shrugs, his voice low, “Had dramas with the street rager boys last week. They know if they snitch about drugs or some shit, they’ll be here in no time.” His grumble grows as his hands wrap around the backpack.

“I can take it again,” you offer, nodding at the bag.

Jungkook looks up at you, his brows furrowing slightly. “Are you sure?”

You nod firmly, reaching out to take the bag from his hands. He offers you a small, almost grateful smile, whispering a soft “thank you.”

“Go. I’ll let you know when you can bring it back.”

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The next three days after sneaking out of the House of Balloons with Jungkook’s bag had passed in a blur. You’d thrown yourself into visiting your fellow socialite friends in Seoul, immersing yourself in their familiar world of idle luxury. Whether it was because you missed them or because you couldn’t bear the weight of your parents’ watchful presence, you didn’t care to figure out.

This morning was no different. Tuesday brunch, macarons arranged like jewels on silver trays, delicate cups of tea, and endless gossip. It almost felt as if nothing had changed at all—except for you.

The version of you they knew would have been at the centre of the chatter, laughing, throwing in sly comments, and keeping secrets. Now, you found yourself quiet.

Your parents had informed you before you left that dinner was set with the Kims and that no excuses would be tolerated. Fucking fantastic.

The click of your heels against the marble tiles echoed through the penthouse, breaking the heavy silence with every step.

“Is anyone home?” you asked, tossing a grape into your mouth as you slid onto one of the stools behind the kitchen island.

The housekeeper glanced at you briefly, pressing her lips into a thin line before gesturing towards the stairs, slightly hesitant.

Your eyes snap to your bedroom door at the top of the stairs, half ajar. “Fuck.” You nearly launch yourself off the stool and race up the steps.

Hands flat against the door, you push it open, breath hitching as the scene unfolds before you.

The closet doors are wide open, the black backpack you’d shoved to the back—hidden behind a row of designer bags—now emptied onto the floor. Pills, packets of coke, miniature bottles of alcohol.

And your mother.

She’s kneeling on the carpet, mascara smudged around her red-rimmed eyes, tears staining her cheeks. Her delicate fingers clutch a Ziploc bag of white powder, trembling as she turns to face you.

“Are you fucking serious?” Her voice cracks as she rises to her feet, hurling the bag at you. “This is why you’ve been so difficult? Because you’re a junkie?”

The bag hits your chest and drops to the floor, but you barely notice. Your eyes are wide, your words stumbling over each other. “Mum, stop! It’s not even fucking mine!”

She lets out a harsh, humorless laugh, the sound like a slap. “Not yours?” Her voice rises, shaking with fury and pain. “Your hair, the way you’ve been acting, your attitude—it all makes fucking sense!”

Her cold hands grip your shoulders, shaking you hard enough to make you stumble. Tears streak her face, her sobs uncontrolled. “Rehab. You’re going to rehab. Let’s see how long you last there!”

“Rehab?” You twist in her grip, panic flaring as your hands fly to her wrists. “Are you joking? They aren’t fucking mine!”

Your father steps into the room, his hand coming to rest on your mother’s shoulders, pulling her into his chest as she sobs uncontrollably. “You’re embarrassing us,” he mutters to you, voice low but sharp. His eyes meet yours, filled with ice. “Your mother is right. Perhaps treatment would benefit you.”

You laugh—a sharp, bitter sound that feels like it slices through the room. You shove past them, dropping to your knees as you begin cramming the spilled contents of the bag back inside, each motion rough and deliberate.

“Rehab?” you spit, shoving a plastic bag of pills into the backpack. “You think drugs are the reason I’m barely fucking here?” You stand, chest heaving, tears streaming down your face to match your mother’s. “Try living with two narcissists who want to marry me off for their own fucking benefit.”

“Enough,” your father snaps, his voice cold and final, as if that single word could stop the hurricane inside you.

“No, you want to talk about enough?” Your voice cracks. “You think that shit is normal? You think I’m the problem here? You guys have lost the fucking plot.” You hoist the bag higher onto your shoulder. “The drugs aren’t mine, but honestly? Could you blame me if they were?”

Your mother’s sobs grow louder, muffled against your father’s chest, and his face darkens with barely-contained rage.

“Out,” he says quietly, venom dripping from his voice. “Rehab, or get the fuck out of my house.”

For a moment, the room is silent except for your mother’s gasping cries. Your gaze locks on your father’s, and all you see is disapproval and disgust—the same look he’s always given you, only now a little more cruel.

“Perfect,” you mutter under your breath, your voice void of anything but exhaustion and anger. You swing the bag over your shoulder, stepping toward the door without so much as a backward glance.

As you grip the doorknob, his voice cuts through the air one last time.

“Don’t come back until you’re ready to help your family.”

You pause for a second, the weight of his words hanging in the air, but you don’t respond. You open the door, step outside, and slam it shut behind you.

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It’s not really a surprise to anyone that you’ve ended up squatting on the bricks that hold Joon’s bottle garden, a cigarette burning low between your fingers.

“Fuckin’ hell, Bee,” Yoongi mutters, exhaling his own plume of smoke into the cool night air. His eyes flick toward you, sharp but not unkind. “You know you can stay here, yeah? No questions asked.”

You manage a small smile, the kind that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Maybe for a few days,” you mumble, taking another drag from your cigarette. “They haven’t cut me off yet, so I’ll figure something out. Get a place or something.”

Jungkook is standing at the sliding door, dressed in his work uniform, completely oblivious to the shitshow that is your life. He leans against the frame, knocking his head to the side—a silent invite to join him upstairs.

You stamp the cigarette out, blowing out one last drag. “Be back in a sec.” Standing, you tap Yoongi’s knee as you pass, earning a small nod from him.

The steps up to Jungkook’s room feel strangely familiar despite the chaos in your chest. When you push the door open, he’s already seated at the edge of his bed, shirt discarded, his eyes waiting for you.

“Didn’t know you were coming over tonight,” he says casually, though the tilt of his head suggests he’s been thinking about you all day.

“Me either.” You manage a small smile, sitting beside him before flopping onto your back, staring at the ceiling.

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, mirroring your position, though he props himself up on one elbow. His pinky brushes against your lip, gently moving the stray hairs caught in your gloss. “Miss me?”

You swat his hand away, scoffing playfully. “Yeah, missed you sooo much that I let my parents find your stash and kick me out.”

Jungkook freezes, his fingers hovering midair before falling back to his side. “Wait, what?”

You hum in response, your eyes are on the ceiling but you can see Jungkook’s expression drop, “D.D, fuck? I’m sor—“

“Don’t be.” You cut him off, he isn’t at fault. ““It’s not your fault. I’ve been looking for an excuse to get out, and—well—here it is.”

Maybe there was a reason you hadn’t hidden the bag as deep in the back of your closet as you had before. Why you hadn’t bothered to fully cover it or lock your bedroom door this time. Like some part of you wanted the fallout to happen. Wanted to force yourself out of a life you’d been clinging to out of obligation.

You glance at Jungkook briefly, catching the guilt lingering in his features. “It’s my fuckin’ stash though, D.D.”

You sit up, turning to face him fully, frustration bubbling in your chest. “And? I took the bag. You didn’t force me to. I offered.” You sigh, running a hand through your hair, the weight of the past few hours hitting you all over again. “Okay?”

“Still, D.D, I shouldn’t have let you take it.”

The words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of his guilt, and you can’t take it anymore. His voice—always so soothing, always so soft—feels like a chain around your chest, tightening with each apology. You don’t need his remorse. You don’t need his pity. You’re not some delicate thing that needs to be handled carefully. You’re tired of being treated like a mess that needs fixing.

Before you can even stop yourself, your hand is on the back of his neck, pulling his face toward yours. His eyes widen in surprise, but there’s no time for him to say anything. You crash your lips against his, not gently, but with a force that takes him by surprise.

He freezes for a moment, but then his hands are on your waist, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepens. It’s messy and urgent, your frustration pouring out in the way your mouths move against each other. There’s no apology in this kiss—just raw need, the way your bodies crave each other without the need for words.

“Don’t need your pity. Just fuck me.”

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[fiapartridge]

masterlist + players i write for!! ₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

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new jersey devils:

jack hughes -> late night talking - cruel summer - cruel summer pt. 2 - self control - bigger than love - panic* - you don't go to parties

luke hughes -> the perfect moment - r u mine? - summer lovin' - now that we don't talk* - broken glass*

nico hischier -> stealing hoodies* - in the kitchen

vancouver canucks:

quinn hughes -> you're losing me - ticklish distractions - invisible string - how you get the girl - wedding bells - grave*

columbus blue jackets:

kent johnson -> different

adam fantilli -> moving in* - you belong with me*

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boston college:

will smith -> au tag - i can see you - speak now - say don’t go - hate comments* - pretty boy*

gabe perreault -> long time coming - baking cupcakes*

boston university:

macklin celebrini -> au tag - i love my gf* - celebrity crush*

university of michigan:

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[pizzaplex-stargazer]

I saw your amazing solar lunacy hoodie and was wondering around how much that cost? It looks amazing and I would love to make a cosplay for myself if I could get my hands on one of those :3c

i got mine in a 4x (cuz i love swimming in my hoodies) and it cost me about $60 USD! I just got one for a friend (size medium, but a different hoodie base) and his was $30 :D i used this site to make it, specifically this jacket template since it has the ability to put stuff separate on the pockets to get the red line! any of the jackets and hoodies should work though

i'll put the color blocks and transparent freddy head under the cut for y'all to use if u wanna give it a go!

i cant remember which orange was the hoodie vs sleeve, but they look the same irl anyhow

[just-my-type-x]

Little White Dress

A/N: please don't be mad at the fact that i don't open my requests, but i know i wouldn't have time to get through them since I'm currently working on my thesis and i wrote every day for it. So this is a way of me coping with stress and writing something else other than theoretical stuff haha. I hope u enjoy ♥️

Maybe a tw: drinking/clubbing, but not very much, mentions of sex.

Angst

Italics - flashback

I keep my glass raised high as i pass a few dancing people, trying to reach Tristan and Connor on the other side of the club. I excuse myself when i walk between a couple and brush off their cringey comments of how I'm trying to break them apart.

Tristan spots me from a few meters apart and holds his arm out for me to grab on as a wave of people almost sweep me up in their walking direction.

"Thank you", i chuckle and he puts a protective arm around my waist, watching the group walk away from us, unaware of what almost happened.

"Drunk idiots", he swears under his breath and looks at me. "Are you ok?", he smirks and i nod.

"Thanks to you, yeah. Otherwise i would've been back at the bar and not because i wanted more of this", we both laugh when i take a sip of my cocktail. Connor joins in our conversation and it's not long after that the DJ starts playing real music that we can have fun on. We start dancing around, screaming the lyrics of the songs we love, while Con's friend, Lorrie, decides to take pictures and videos of us having fun together. When the alcohol finally sets in, i let myself feel the rhythm and dance around with Lorrie spinning each other around and laughing a lot. It's not long after that Tristan grabs be gently by my arm and pulls me closer to him to dance with him, while Con takes my place. Tristan's hands are on my waist and mine arr around his neck, while we dance to a remixed version of Hips Don't Lie.

I take one more sip of my drink before going back to Tris, who's quick to position his hands on my hips, moving them around, while we try doing some Cha-Cha dance moves.

"You're playing such a dangerous game, Tris", i shout in his ear and he pulls me in closer. His head is glued to mine, his lips close to my ear, his fingers brushing my hair away.

"Dangerous is more exciting", he smirks and i bite my lip as he spins me one more time before the song drastically changes to another one. I need to catch my breath and sit next to Tristan who was already on the couch, drinking from his glass. His eyes follow me closely and i smirk at him. I pull on my short white dress while sitting, so it could cover my legs more and Lorrie is quick to ask us if we want some pictures taken. We both agree and i move closer to Tris, whose eyes still follow everything i do. I position myself on the side, my back touching his side and his arm snakes around my waist, his hand on my thigh. She takes a few photos of us and i start taking pictures of her and Con, then selfies the four of us. I look through some of them, when i feel an intense stare on my back. I turn around and i see Tristan's eyes scanning my body up and down, clearly ditching the conversation he has with Con and Lorrie. I walk over to Tristan and tell him to get out of there, leaving our friends in the club. We get to the hotel and Tris is quick to throw me on the bed, attacking my neck with his lips and teeth, leaving hickeys down my neck and exposed cleavage.

"Fuck, take this down immediately", he groans, his hands caressing my curves through the dress and then quickly taking off his suit jacket. We're both in our underwear when we start kissing each other, heat radiating off our bodies.

.

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"About last night.. We're not gonna talk about last night. That's a great Instagram caption, y/n, but i think it's a bit too much for a picture of you and Tristan at a club", Brad comments about the post of Tristan having his arm snaked around my body while we're backstage. I yawn, still tired after the club and, well, Tristan. I wear a zip up hoodie, so i put the hood on my head to not hear Brad too much.

"That's an amazing caption and it fits the picture very well", i bite back and hold my head against the back of the sofa.

"Well, did something happen? Other than Tris being significantly close to you", Brad chuckles and i roll my eyes. I've had a crush on Brad for years, but you can tell him straight in the face and he still won't figure it out. I know it was wrong of me to sleep with Tristan and he knows it too, but last night neither of us could help it.

"No, everything is alright.", i pull on my hoodie upwards to make sure my hickeys aren't visible at all, but Brad shifts in his seat.

"Are you cold or something? You've been pulling on that hoodie since this morning", he frowns and approaches me, but i take off my hood and frown back at him, letting him know I'm alright.

"I'm just tired and to be honest you're irritating me right now", i try to laugh to make it sound like a joke, but he knows it's true. We've been best friends since high school, he figures out everything. Almost.

He laughs at me and then pulls me by the arms to get up and do something so i wouldn't feel so sleepy anymore. I sigh and give in, standing off the couch. When Brad let's go of my arms, my hoodie falls off my left shoulder and i hurry to place it back up.

"Ok, stop, what the fuck is wrong with you?", Brad asks irritated, trying to grab the collar of my hoodie, but i push his hands away.

"Stop it, it's nothing, why are you so worried?"

"I'm not worried, I'm frustrated, what are you hiding from me?", he reaches back to my collar, his free hand catching one of my wrists. He manages to pull the material away from my neck, stopping in his tracks to analyse my love bites. He follows the trail to my collarbones and swallows hard. "Whose are these?"

"Mine"

"No shit dumbass. Who gave them to you?"

A few seconds of silence fall between us until the doors of the backstage open and Tristan, James and Connor walk inside. Brad's eyes fall on Tristan's neck, that also has hickeys here and there. The plan was that i would wear something to cover my neck, while Tris would be good to go since it's not a surprise when he shows up with some. Brad's grip on my hoodie intensifies and i feel the material tightening between his fingers. His face is white, lips parted and his eyes look like they're about to fall out of his head.

"You've got to be kidding me. You two fucked and had the audacity to even post from the night you fucked?", Brad's angry voice makes the guys' attention turn to him. Tristan's face goes blank, while James and Connor look confused at the three of us. "You have some fucking nerve to even look me in the eyes", he points to, Tris and he swallows hard. Brad turns to me and i pull the zipper up, crossing my arms at my chest. "Are you fucking for real? My best friend? What the fuck, y/n?", his voice cracks because of how angry and how high pitched his tone became.

"What is going on?", James asks confused and Con rubs his temples

"Oh my God.. I should've left with you", Con holds his hand on his forehead

"You knew?", Brad almost jumps next to him, his voice loud

"No, but now it makes sense", he answers and puts his phone in the back pocket

"What makes sense?", Brad's burning stare pins Con

"We left earlier", Tristan almost whispers and Brad tightens his fists

"You what?", Brad's question is barely audible

"What happened last night?", James asks again, almost laughing. I pull down my zipper and capture their attention, their heads turning in my direction. I uncover my hickeys, the trail being observable on my breasts, until my tank top covers it. Brad scoffs and shakes his head.

"You fucking made sure you marked every single piece of her, didn't you?", his voice isn't angry anymore, he's just disappointed. "So you left earlier, didn't you? Did you enjoy having sex with y/n?", the exasperation in his voice makes James and Con move away not wanting to intervene. I walk closer to him and Tristan.

"Can you please stop talking about me like I'm some kind of object? It's the first time it happened and i don't understand why you're so upset. You're supposed to be my best friend, why does it bother you so much who my sex life involves?", angry, i step closer to Tris, crossing my arms at my chest.

Brad scoffs. "You know what, fuck off. I hope y'all are gonna have banger sex from now on. Don't even bother having my phone number anymore, y/n", he says while walking fast away from us, exiting the backstage doors with loud bangs.

"For fuck's sake mate.. His best friend?", Con rubs his temples again. "Y/N, his best friend, really?"

"Stop blaming us ok? He told me a few weeks ago that if he'd let anyone near her ever it would be me. I never thought that if it happened, he'd react like this", Tristan falls on the couch, holding his head in his hands.

"Con, you've had sex with half of our friend group back in Birmingham, he never acted like this.", frustrated, i throw a haribo pack at his chest. "Thank you for having our backs, backstabbers", i say while throwing some tea bags to James too.

I leave the room and hurry outside the venue, seeing Brad lean on the wall, his fists every now and then hitting the wall behind him. He notices my presence and i start walking towards him, him doing the same.

"Why Tristan? Why him out of every male in this world?", he yells and i take a step back. "He fucking.. Look at your fucking neck! He fucking.. For fuck's sake, he covered your breasts! He had access to every part of your body!", his voice breaks and he walks away, his hands in his hair, almost pulling at it. I approach him, but he flinches.

"Brad, please calm down, the fans are on the other side of venue", i talk quietly,not being able to look him in the eyes.

"i couldn't give a damn right now."

"Why the fuck are you like this? Talk to me?", i raise my voice and he faces me, his eyes full of tears.

"The nerve to ask me this.."

"No, Brad, tell me why it bothers you. It's not like you haven't seen me with hickeys before. It's not like you didn't tell Tris you'd trust him with me. Why all this?", i ask, waving my arms around us. He exhales loudly and turns his back at me, staring at nothing. He turns back, looking at me with the same tear filled, red eyes.

"You have no idea how much i regret telling him that now that he's done it. I regretted it even afterwards.", he brushes his fingers over his mustache and chin and takes one deep breath. "I have feelings for you", Brad's voice breaks and a tear falls down his cheek. "And I've had for a while i guess. I just never had the courage to tell you, i thought it will happen naturally and i was wrong. Like i always am", he walks away from me and leans on the wall, holding himself up against it with his arms, hitting it hard with his fist. I immediately walk next to him and take his fist in my hand, covering the bruises with my palm.

"Are you crazy? Why did you do that?", i almost scream and he scoffs, taking his hand away.

"Stop, please. Go back to him, I'll calm down and I'll join you afterwards. I'll be fine.", he turns his back to me but i refuse to walk away. I hug him from behind and refuse to let him go, even tho he struggles to get out of my grip. He gives up and sighs.

"I've been in love with you for years", i confess, his posture stiffening

"I can tell", his voice breaks and i tighten my embrace

"I'm serious. But you can't recognise someone having feelings for you even if they're right in your face. I'm the perfect example", Brad laughs quietly. "Last night was a mistake, we both know it, but it happened and we can't change that.", i say quietly. I let him go and he faces me. He pulls me into a hug and i shed a few tears because of the intensity of the moment.

"I thought i lost you forever", he confesses and puts his hand on my head, kissing my forehead. "I thought I'll never be more to you than your best friend"

"Well, this is the main reason that happened. I never expected you to have feelings for me, so why not live my life? I'm so sorry it had to happen with Tris. It was so wrong of us", i watch his face soften

"Do you still want me in your life?", i ask, my voice cracking

"Don't be sorry. I'm pretty glad it was him tho and not some random dude. I know he took care - good care", he pulls the hoodie away to show the hickeys, "but he didn't have a reason not to be with you, i was always open to a relationship between you and any of my band mates. Until now", he chuckles, "when i realised it's only me i want you to be with. I'm sorry i acted like that. I never thought my best friends will actually fuck", his body stiffens again and i look somewhere else.

He nods, "more than ever. Only if you want me too", he tries to smile, but another tear falls on his cheek

"more than ever", we hug each other, sighing in relief. We decide to go back to the backstage and he bumped fists with Tristan and hugged, before a wave of apologies and and a band group hug.

"You know, she's not really your type, so things wouldn't have worked out anyway", Brad laughs and i roll my eyes as Tristan agrees

"Oh shut up"

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A/N: Let me know if u want a part 2 ♥️

[hyunrun]

my thoughts on asy ep 04 😋 live react !! (warning: I can never remember anyone's names bear with me + lots and lots of spoilers ahead)

Where is zhengting I'm partially here for his face card 🤲🤲

I keep forgetting how much I dislike Rain and then I see him and I am reminded but Rainism is rlly too good of a song 😭

1. PHANTOM

Okay first team up 😎 Phantom Galaxy I'm loving their concept

Albert is looking gorgeous as always HIS EYE MAKEUP?

All their voices slayed omg WHOEVER HAS THAT DEEP ASS VOICE IN THE CHORUS AYOOO

Blond's high notes... I see u

My vote would go to Albert (with ponytail) or blond dude or black hair dude with the silver makeup (Axinran?)

OKAYY team two flying to the dining hall (WHAT IS THIS NAME LMAO)

This group is somehow just better...

But blond here is a bit soulless idk I'm not liking him 😨

My vote would 100% go to Skye idk if he's one of the already debuted ones but he was INSANE I loved his stage presence rn he's stolen me, he's my fave in the whole show

But I also really liked the pink hair guy 😭 (is his name really John... I need to learn their Chinese names I cannot be calling this gorgeous man John 😭)

KENNY NOOOOOOOOOOO his hands shaking stop 😭 I hate this pls no

Not surprised Team 2 won, it was expected.

2. ONE AND ONLY (I'm so excited)

Pure Love Warrior is such a queer team name HAHA One is looking so fine today tho

They're STRUTTING onto the stage I love the energy

Not them recreating the iconic finger touch painting 😭 rlly about that pure love

Maybe I'm feeling disappointed because this is one of my favourite songs but they didn't do it justice at all 😭 the only one who caught my eyes was One. However I appreciate that they tried to bring out the silly goofy concepts while keeping it kinda mature to fit themselves.

ORENDA CALLING THEIR COSTUME UGLY 💀💀 real

My vote would go for One 🤞

Idk anyone from this Magic Cube group but I have hopes (OH WAIT IK WALKER I LIKE HIM his pink eye shadow makes me RAA I LOVE)

Every opinion Orenda has matches mine and that means we're soulmates basically 🤞

I'm liking this

PINK GUY IS SO CUTE

Whoever did the high note failed but it's ok 😭😭

YELLOW JACKET DUDE IS GOOD TOO HOLD UPPP

Red dude is making me kick my feet why is he giving like cool football player (?? Idk I'm tryna think of the American cliche) at school YK 😭😭 hes so masculine in a yum way

Okay I love everyone in this group except black and white jacket

WALKER BEING CALLED PAPA STOP NAWWW

Oh pink dude is Wang Muqing? My vote goes to him !!!!

SERVICE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING HE ATE SNOT ??? 😭😭 taking back his cool footballer status but tbh I didn't even know he missed the lyrics

okay I'm sorry how did One's group win 😭😭 I'm glad for them but the other boys were way better imo

3. LYDIA

First group is Deep Hidden yum

I'm looking forward to Archie

Vocals slayed as expected and they did better than I thought they would tbh

Hoodie guy was by far my favourite tho but Kingsley was rlly good too

Group 2 Daily Quest ee

Thier concept was really nice

The guy who opened the song had such a soulful voice I liked that

I liked everyone tbh not much to say

Sky's eye makeup is very pretty

Group 2 won as expected !!!! Gemini is so cute

Icb they're making me wait till next week for Ely and Ollie but alr 😭😭

[quit-125]

It was yours and nikos' anniversary, and you both have been together for over a year. Ever since you met him, your life has changed for the better. No matter how many fights you both had, nothing could change the fact that you love him. There were ups and downs in ur relationship, but that never stopped you. Your love for each other grew every day, therefore never stopping. Even through the toughest times of ur life, niko was always there for you right there next to your side, telling you that everything would be okay. Even him just being in the same room as you made your heart flutter. To you, niko was always there for you. Sure, you liked to hang out with the others like sharky and aj, but niko always managed to cheer u up even on the most gloomy days. You wanted to get him something special,something that you knew he would like, but you just weren't sure what that was.

Nikos POV:

It was mine and y/ns anniversary today, and i wanted to take her somewhere special,somewhere that i knew she would like. The beach was perfect. It was where me and y/n first met,it was truly love at first sight.

Y/Ns pov:

At this point, you were basically stressing. You didn't want to get niko something that he wouldn't like. You had 2 things in mind one being a jacket and one being a hoodie that you knew he would like, but being the indecisive person you are, you called one of nikos' best friends,aj to ask for his opinion. "Yeah, you should definitely go with the jacket he has been wanting that for ages!" Said aj. "Okay thanks aj ill call u back later and tell you how it went." You said.

small time skip~

After getting the jacket, you put in a small box with a message inside. You had high hopes for today, afterall you would do anything to make niko happy. You then heard your phone vibrate. It was niko calling you. You instantly smiled and answered his call. "Hey, love." You said. "Hey darling, im coming to pick you up in an hour. i want to take you somewhere special for our anniversary. See you soon!" Said niko. You couldn't help but blush. "Okay, see you soon, love." You said as you hung up the phone. You were over the moon. You couldn't wait to see what your boyfriend had planned.

Small-time skip~

An hour passed by, and you were almost ready. Just then, you heard a knock on the door. As you opened the door, there stood niko. "Hey love, i planned a special night for us, and im here to take you there." Said niko. You smiled as you grabbed a box from the table beside you and gave it to him. "I got you something as well!" You said, trying to sound normal when you were actually a nervous wreck. His eyes lit up like a child receiving presents on christmas as he opened your gift. You were thrilled he liked the gift. "Omg! Thank you so much, my love. You know me so well!" He said, pulling you into a kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck as he put his arms on your waist. As you pulled back,breaking the kiss, you smiled as he grabbed your hand. You both made your way to his car.

Time skip~

You looked up to see a beautiful sunset at the beach as your eyes lit up."This is so... beautiful!" You said. "Im glad you like it, my love, i wouldn't want to be here with anyone right now except you." He said. His words meant so much to you. You both walked on the sand and stopped as you smiled, looking into his eyes as he pulled you into a kiss making making you feel as if the world around you stopped moving. The memories of meeting him for the first time replayed inside your head, making this moment truly special.

I hope you guys liked this fanfic it took quite a while to write!😅 but it was a lot of fun thinking of what i should write next! More fanfics coming soon🫶🏻

@shuuuuush @vctrvn-ls

[girlstressed]

OKAY I NEED AN OPINION AND HAVE NO ONE TO GO TO: a really close friendship of mine ended recently on pretty shit terms, we dont talk. It’s been around a month now and one of the first things I did was get rid of pretty much everything she gave me. That being said, I kept a few things including a hoodie I had borrowed from her. She has several pairs of my pants, my shirts, my jackets, etc. I’ve already accepted i’m jot getting that stuff back and tbh I don’t want it. Issue is now she’s talking to me through a mutual friend and wants her hoodie back (and is offering my clothing back) so i’m kinda torn. Should i give it back and be a good person or be a petty bitch and tell her I donated it already? leaning towards being a petty bitch but yk

hmmmmm lowkey im leaning towards being petty too bc im just like that but the thing is if ur clothes are nice/cute I’d take them back no need for her to keep ALL your good stuff for her singular hoodie—also depends on how realistic it is for u to be donating smth in her mind if u don’t donate a lot she’s gonna know you’re lying 😔 I would return the hoodie and take back ur stuff!!! make sure she returns all of it !!!

i love being petty but im also a big believer in like bad energy staying around u and I think u keeping something that belonged with her doesn’t truly allow u to move on! remove urself from her life by taking ur stuff back and return her things so she has no claim to any aspect of ur life :) good luck friend :)))

[mystic-writings]

18,35,46 for the Spotify wrapped? Hope you’re doing well!!!

omg hi darling!!!

18 - Every Defeat a Divorce by Los Campesinos!

i think my favorite lyric for this one is "because i'm not scared of the shadows, they're no blacker than my heart" bc it precedes the chorus and the way it's sung is just *chefs kiss* amazing

35 - R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys

arctic monkeys my beloved - honestly i'm obsessed with the guitar riff and the following "and the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways" his voice is just amazing in it

46 - Jacket Over Hoodie Over Shirt by Marco Aziel

i can't remember how i found this song but i absolutely love love love the final "i woke up soaked in sweat and daylight" of the song its so raw and emotional

[therexydusk]

Daddy's little "Monster" (Raihan x Injured! Oc Kaida{soon-to-be-rylee} part 1/??

(Tw: Blood, death, injury)

        I was walking around Hammerlocke when I heard whimpering from near the wild area. Curious, I walked towards the area and saw a hybrid articuno with a human and ran to their aid. “Mx. you alright?” I asked, running a hand against one of their wings. “Ow! Ow…” they said, whimpering. I looked closely at one of the purple-blue wings and saw nothing but blood coming out. They probably got shot in the air by a hunter.”May I ask what happened?” I asked, helping them into my lap. “A-are you one of p-papa’s friends?” The small child asked, fear in their voice. “Hm? Who’s your father?” Then it hit me, this poor hybrid child got hurt by their father in the wing! “H-he's a pokemon scientist, his name is C-Colress…” They said, snuggling into my jacket. I knew Colress, and I wasn't his friend at all, I growled at the fact he hit this poor kid and made my anger worse. “He u-used a sharp p-pocket knife to stab my wing because i m-misbehaved, so i ran a-away from t-the l-ab” They said, now crying into my chest. I rubbed their back  in a comforting way and managed to calm them. “Hey, you're a galarian Articuno hybrid right?” I asked, trying to get to know them. “M-mhm, my name’s K-kaida, i was born this way, my mom was killed by papa, he did it right in f-ront of me, that's why i-im bleeding..” the kid said in a calm yet scared manner. “It’s nice to meet you, Kaida, I’m Raihan, you are next to my gym here in Hammerlocke” I replied,they got enough courage to look at me, their eyes were such a pretty blue color like mine. “You really are a cute thing, my mom and dad would absolutely adore you, how about I take you into my gym, patch you up, and you can wear one of my hoodies and leggings?” I asked, to which Kaida smiled, it was a small one but it was so cute. “O-ok makua(Father in Hawaiian, surprisingly my Rai knows Hawaiian well)” they said, trying to stand up but failing.”Here, let me help you” I helped them up, holding them. “Kaida loves papa,” Kaida said, making me chuckle. “Cmon, i'll carry you” I said, taking her with me to my stadium.

       When we got to the stadium, I gently sat Kaida on a table and got a first aid kit out. “I'm gonna bandage your injured wing and let me know if it hurts, ok sweetheart?” I said, fluffing their hair. A small nod came from them and I gently put some wrap on the injured part of the wing, trying my best to not injure it more. I finished it up and helped them down. “Go find one of my hoodies and some leggings, then come back, ok? I’m gonna take you somewhere.”I said, and they nodded and ran off. A couple minutes later they came back and were wearing one of my extra hoodies, a pair of leggings, and a bow in their hair. “I'm back m-makua” they said, running into my arms for a hug. “Hey Kaida!” I said, hugging them tightly. They smiled as I lifted them into the air and onto my shoulders. “Makua, am I a monster? Because people always call me a monster,” Kaida asked. I stopped in my tracks and put them down. “Kaida dear, why do you think that? You’re beautiful! Colress can't hurt you, I'm taking you to get some clothing that is comfy on you so we can meet some of my friends” I reassured them, ruffling their soft dirty blonde hair. A smile formed on their face, as well as some tears. “M-makua!” Kaida said, hugging my legs. "I'll protect you with all my power, you're not alone, you have me" I said, a giggle coming from them for the first time ever. I took Kaida's hand and we walked to a flying taxi to head to wyndon.

[b0njourbeach]

Wow, you could think y'all just asked each other on what you think (or my vibes are the very similar for everyone /lh) bc there were two constants in all answers (I'm not gonna answer to every single one individually because that would be possibly very boring /lh):

1. It was either open (#) or over the shoulders ($) which I both very much agree with and it made me wonder if I actually talked about my Jacket dilemma and y'all just remembered it or if u just give the vibes of not wanting to wear a jacket properly /lh (I really delete too many posts and put even more in drafts only hahaha)

2. The second very consistent one was either a messy tie (2) or no tie at all (7) [except one because Oya went for the Hoodie which could also be a possibility of mine tbh but never with the Jacket on though, wayy to warm /lh] and it's another very true statement. Ain't no way I'd wear my tie properly or close to the neck, so if tie: Definitely loose (I think I talked about this one, so I'm positively surprised that y'all remembered it :>)

The most "inconsistent" one were the dorms, from changing between Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Octavinelle and a Hella lot of Heartslabyul hahahaha. I do love my rules and I'd have a total blast pushing the limits with them, so I don't even disagree.

In conclusion: I give mostly the vibes of a Heartslabyul-Ginger/redhead (Since both Ace and Cater rock the messy tie and open jacket fit) - Though I've gotta say: If Cater doesn't wear the vest under the jacket (which I believe he doesn't wear), it would be the go-to fit I'd wear too because I believe that Heartslabyul Students have to wear the tie and jacket somehow because I'm not really one for layered clothes, too warm (since they're one of the few dorms where you've never seen a non-tie/non-jacket uniform).

Thank you everyone for participating :>

Leaving this here as I go to sleep.

(If you feel real crazy, you can even add which club you see me in.)

It's not forced, I just saw it and thought it might be fun (yes, I cut out the year out of it)