#the sillies in a group chat part 2!

[pikatrainer99]

Group chat between the sillies™️ part 2! This time for Platinum's birthday!

(By this point Orange has learned to not type like he's speaking XD)

The boys are going to throw a party for Platinum and they want it to be the best party ever! Orange is hard at work making her a bracelet with beads and (fake) jewels as well as a photo collage of all their adventures. Diamond is hard at work making her a big cake, while keeping his hungry Pokémon away from it in the process. Pearl goes over to Orange's house to help Orange with the collage and the card, as it's from both of them. Platinum ends up absolutely loving her cake and gifts, and having a great time at her party, learning that it really is better to celebrate with friends.

After Platinum's party is over, it dawns on them that Orange's birthday is coming up in just a couple weeks. Diamond, Pearl and Platinum immediately begin thinking about things they could do for Orange's birthday...what will they do??? Wait and see when I come back on Orange's birthday with another group chat post!

(Orange's birthday is the same as mine btw, November 9th! When creating him I realized I'm not good at coming up with birthdays for characters so I just figured it would be easier to give him the same birthday as me, so I did 😅)

[portgasdbru]

mugiwara group chat

just some silly stuff :)

part 2 here

[yuri-is-online]

Can I request a part 2 for when the guys leave some of their stuff in the guest room? Can it be with Azul, Jamil, and jade please? Thank you!

While cleaning the Ramshackle guest room, the prefect occasionally finds items that remind them of their guests. Sometimes that is because those items actually belong to them and need to be returned, other times it's just a happy coincidence. Either way, the item needs to be delivered, might as well invite them over again? Or just chase them down, whatever is most convenient.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, I was a bit surprised to get this request! In a nice way~ No warnings for this one, just pure fluff. The first one can be found here and more fic can be found on the Masterlist.

Antique Coin

Azul Ashengrotto is a well put together young man. His suits are pressed, his shoes are neatly polished, his rooms are always orderly and without dust.

Which is why he notes immediately when something is even mildly out of place, and completely falls apart once he's in the privacy of his own room. He knew he never should have paid attention to that stupid article Floyd had shared in their group chat, coins being symbols of good luck wouldn't make him relatable to anybody and now he's missing one of his best coins! How stupid could he have been to think that-

"Hello, this is Azul speaking." He snatches up his phone without even checking the caller ID and immediately begins sweating when he hears your familiar breathing (he swears he's not a creep, really! He's just noticed that whenever you speak on the phone, not that you do that often really just when he can work up the nerve and hey this is technically the first time you've called him! Progress he's making progre-)

"Hey there, you got a moment?" Azul can feel the heavy sweat drop on his forehead. He's done enough research to know conversation starters like this are never good.

"I'm a bit busy right now." He tries to lean casually against his desk and glares at the book that has the audacity to fall off his desk and startle you. "Is this terribly important or can it wait?"

You, laugh? Is it nervous, or is it affectionate? Does even know what that sort of laughter would sound, is it bad that he finds your voice terribly beautiful even if it's mocking, even if it's- "Um sorry, but are you missing a coin?"

"A... coin?"

"Yes! I remember you saying you collect them and this one I found in my guest room smelled a bit like the ocean so. Yeah. I thought it might be yours." He smiles.

"My dear, you know I'm just going to say 'yes' and take it from you." You laugh again, how silly that last one was nerves. This one is affection, his hearts are fit to burst with it so it must be. "I'll be there in thirty minutes. If that’s acceptable?"

"Of course! I'll be here." Perhaps that article wasn't completely wrong after all.

Red Feather Accessory

There are few things Jamil hates more than being sick. Assassins don't have sick days, or maybe they do. Maybe they have better benefits than he does. Maybe he'd make a really good assassin in some alternate universie like that one video game series from your world you told him about once, the one with the emblems and gangrene? He doesn't remember much of the conversation Kalim tricked him into having by saying he wanted to hang out in your guest room yesterday.

"But you were so happy to see them!"

Because of course, that had been Kalim's justification. And sure, he probably had been really happy to see you. He'd been running quite the fever and he can't imagine you made that temperature any better.

"Good morning, prefect." He manages it smoothly, you look properly embarrassed to see him this early, your eyes flicker to his hair and linger just a moment longer than normal. "Sleep well?"

"Mostly." You try to focus on his face, but his hair is clearly distracting. Your eyes keep darting back to it, Jamil expected to be embarrassed, but this is oddly empowering. "Is there a reason you're here so early?"

"I think you know why I'm here." You don't, he can tell that much from how you swallow. "Can I come in?"

"Sure?" You move just the bit and Jamil let's himself inside, the doors in Ramshackle always look so damn similar. Just how do you find your way around in here? "Um, Jamil?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know why you're here?" You look lovely

"Of course." He laughs. "I left a hair accessory here yesterday when Kalim decided to visit." How odd, normally you'd flinch if he worded it like that. Instead you just look sort of blurry.

"I see." You're close now, but he can't see you through this weird fog that's filling your hallways. You push back his headband and press the back of your plam to his forehead. "Oof. Well that's not good." Your arm encircles his shoulders and boosts him back up to his feet. He supposes he can afford to lean towards you, there's enough plausible deniabilty in what he's said already to keep his feelings to himself.

"C'mon." You do your best to boost him and march back towards the door. Jamil is smiling similar to how he does when he gets one over on Azul, but you doubt he's planned this. He's so feverish that his skin has gotten clammy. "I already took your hair pin back to Scarabia, ok? Let's get you back to bed."

"That's so kind of you." His hoarse voice tries to purr. "Perhaps you'd like to stay for breakfast?" Thank the seven Grim isn't awake yet. You'd never hear the end of this from either of them.

Encyclopedia of Tea

Books are expensive, you can count on one hand the ones you own unrelated to your school work scattered around your dorm. They are precious to you, signs of your life in a world you don't belong in. A way to tell something about you if someone decided to look at the little shelf you had finally put up in your guest room.

And someone had, because you know damn well this book isn't yours, the process of returning it is guaranteed to be a headache but the longer you hesitate the more ammunition the book's rightful owner will have to accuse you of stealing it. Assuming that's what Jade's goal was anyway, it seemed like something he would find funny to do. You could picture him slipping the book onto your shelf with that calm look on his face.

Jade's face isn't what you would call wildly expressive. He smiles pleasantly most of the time, seldom do you see him frown. Even now when his forehead is knit in concern there's nothing really resembling the scowl you saw during Azul’s overblot.

"Hello Jade, forgotten something?" You hold the book up and shake it slightly. His eyes widen, and his smile drops into something more nuteral. This expression is adorable, it stays as Jade speaks, allowing you to admire it longer

"Oh?" He blinks, Jade wakes easily enough so your own expression flickers to concern at how slow he seems for just long enough to give him back his confidence. "It seems the simplest solution was correct. Thank you, prefect." He reaches for the book, hands lingering near yours as his eyes focus on the title of the book. He is painfully slow in taking it back.

"Do you really take this everywhere with you?" Your hand involuntarily flexes as you retreat back into your personal space. Sometimes you wish you could read minds, it would make this heavy feeling in your heart more explainable. Let you notice the way Jade's teeth display for you and not hide inside your own insecurities, how he wishes you would keep your eyes on him.

"Of course, it helps to have some light reading on hand when things get slow." He wishes you had kept the book long enough for it to retain your scent or some of your warmth. Perhaps now that he's set this precedent, he can fake it. Leave his jacket or his scarf? But no, that wouldn't be believable. He's Jade Leech, the Vice Warden of Octavinelle. You would never believe the real reason the book ended up where it did. His dreams are his to dwell in alone.

"Perhaps as thanks I could prepare one of my favorites for you? To clear the debt so to speak." For now.

[lennythereviewer]

Theory: Jax is NOT a self-aware NPC nor is he actually trapped in the circus: He's a hacker who can leave at any time.

Even what little we got in terms of Jax content in episode 3 has been reinforcing a belief I've had for awhile, and in fact Jax's brief standout moment in ep 3 added a new wrinkle to my thought: That he's not some NPC who gained sentience and slipped in with the humans, he's actually a hacker who backdoored his way into the Digital Circus, and he's not trapped there.

Jax seems to have an affinity for keys and getting into places he shouldn't belong. Twice now he's done this thing of spinning a key on his finger while boasting about it. He mentions in episode 1 that "I got keys to everywhere" and in episode 2 he swiped the key to the kingdom from Ragatha, and the candy monster calls him a "Master of Unlocking Things" which I think could be genuinely some subtle foreshadowing. A hacker would potentially be able to do something like clip out of bounds, find security keys, crack passwords, and so on and so forth. All he's done with this however is seemingly just pull pranks and leave things in peoples rooms; he's a troll.

We've all speculated about the mysterious pin-back covers: The official pin merch line showing everyone's rooms except for Jaxs, which only shows his door and peeks of The Void tearing through the wall. We're not privvy to what's in Jaxs room if he even has one at all. His room door might actually be his own sort of exit door since he's not trapped. For him it's like loading into a VRChat server and he can log off any time he wants, he's just always sure to be there when everyone else is active so no one notices.

A small stupid thing but, "Jax" is not too far off from "Hax"

Okay, so if Jax is a hacker who can come and go as he pleases, a question is why? Why does he keep coming back to torment everyone around him? His brief gag in Episode 3 I think filled in the blanks for that: He's not just a hacker, he's a streamer and he's broadcasting everything that's happening in the Digital Circus to a watching audience.

He's the one character who has consistently broken the fourth wall in all three episodes so far, the first two episodes were him mugging to the camera and giving comical shrugs and knowing glances to the viewer, but in this episode he outright addresses the audience while seemingly talking to no one to the POV of the other circus members. He's acknowledging his chat. Plus in merch promotion Jax has openly acknowledged his IRL popularity, another form of fourth-wall-breaking.

This may also explain his overall behavior; the reason he's always causing problems on purpose or forcing the group to go on the most dangerous path or take the most 'exciting' option in their adventures: It makes for a good show. Audiences don't want some stupid silly candyland fantasy! They want car chases and explosions! They want to see what wacky things happen to the other circus members! The show must go on! Jax is chasing content, and when he can't get that content it upsets him like the end of Episode 2. Maybe that ties into his self-worth, maybe he needs that sort of validation from his chat and audience.

This angle also adds a bit of a meta angle to the entire series: We the viewer also tune in to watch our favorite circus buddies suffer through whatever zany adventure Caine cooked up. Are we any better than Jax's livestream audience who tune in to see how they're tormented by Caine this week? Heck maybe in-universe we're the audience Jax is playing to! We too want to see them sweat and suffer to get that sweet character growth so are we part of the problem?

Time will tell whether this comes to pass and whether or not I'm overthinking this, but I've had this thought for awhile and only after this episode did the livestreamer angle come to mind.

[vampsired]

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[amirasainz]

Along the lines of Amira and Kim, could you do where the drivers and WAGs react to Amira being part of one of the Skims campaigns?

Enjoy reading, and let me know if you have some requests!!! I added a little Instagram part. Let me know what you think about it.

-XoXo

No part 2!

SKIMS FOR EVERYONE

“Oh my god. Honey, you look absolutely amazing,” said Kim. As Amira walked out from the dressing room, everyone looked at her. It was clear that she truly looked breathtaking. “Really? I feel like I don’t do your fashion enough justice,” whispered Amira nervously.

It came as a quiet surprise to everyone, except Kim, when they saw how shy Amira was. Of course, it was never easy to walk 1000% confident in front of the camera when you’re wearing particularly revealing clothing. However, they thought that a breathtaking beauty like Amira wouldn’t be nervous to model in a room full of people.

“I don’t think I can do this, Kimi,” whispered Amira. “Amira, love, there is nothing to be nervous about. If it makes you feel better, I can send the people away so it’s just us two, the photographer, and your stylist in the room.” Amira nodded thankfully. After Amira sent everyone away, the four of them got to work.

At first, Amira was a bit stiff. However, after Kim continued to tell her some silly stories, she couldn’t help but loosen up. The tension left the room, and the other two couldn’t help but laugh along with Kim and Amira.

“Okay, I think it’s time for the couple photos,” said the photographer. Kim and Amira changed and went to the prepared bed in the middle of the studio.

"Relax, love" whispered Kim to her. "I don't really know what to do" admitted Amira. "Let's cuddle like always." Kim threw an arm over Amira and gently stroked her back. The photographer really captured the comfort and love between the two of them.

@skims, @kim kardashian &@amira sainz

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SKIMS: Guess who's back? This time with our favourite girl, Amira Sainz. The new collection will be available on the 1st June.💕💕

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The internet erupted into chaos three days later when the pictures were posted on the official SKIMS page, Kim’s personal page, and Amira’s social media. Fans immediately started shipping Kim and Amira, and the hashtag #Kimira trended worldwide. In a matter of 20 minutes, the entire SKIMS collaboration was sold out.

As for the drivers, they were equally affected. The group chat, sans Carlos, went into a frenzy. Pictures were shared left and right. Kika and Lily each purchased three sets. Charles even changed his wallpaper from Amira with Alex to one featuring Amira in underwear. Kelly took Kim out of existing photos and added her own face. Lando, ever the enthusiast, printed out some of the pictures.

And Carlos? Rebecca did her best to shield him from the images for as long as possible. But after 40 minutes, her luck ran out. Carlos finally saw the pictures and promptly retreated to the bathtub, seeking refuge. He lied there for 4 hours in the dark, Charles piano music playing in the background…..

Bonus (+):

"Hey Oscar, there's a package to you from…SKIMS?" Zak looked at Oscar with a confused expression. Oscar slowly got up, took the package and left the room. "What the fuck…." whispered Zak to himself, starring at his empty hands.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

WE NEED A ETHAN X READER VALENTINES DAY FLUFF like Ethan delivers flowers to reader and it’s super cute and then she surprises him with something and she texts the girls of the friend group and they hangout and talk about ethan. Then maybe Ethan and reader go out to dinner and he proposes to her? It would just be super cute

Okay, I know there's only an hour left on the east coast for Valentine's Day, but FUCK i was so determined to get this done. I hope you like it:)

Perfectly Perfect - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This one is SUPER CUTE AND FLUFFY.

Part 2

Summary: Your boyfriend planned the best Valentine's Day ever.

Contains: Fluff, the occasional f-bomb.

A/N: I didn't think I was going to finish this, but I surprisingly got it done! Happy Valentine's Day, and if you don't have one, I volunteer as tribute. 💕

When you heard a knock on the door as you were snuggled up in your comforter, you didn’t want to answer it. You checked the time on your phone, seeing that it was only 7am. You put on your robe and walked to the front door of your apartment. You looked out the peephole to see your boyfriend standing there.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, as you opened the door.

“I have major bed head and I’m in a robe, I’m sure I look super hot right now,” you joked, noticing he was holding something behind his back. “What do you have?”

You tried to reach around him, but he backed away.

“I’ll give this to you if you admit you’re beautiful,” he smirked, as you rolled your eyes.

“Fine, I’m beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he said, pulling the bouquet of roses out from behind his back. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Aww babe, they’re perfect,” you smiled, pulling him into a hug. “Wait! I have something for you, too!”

You ran away from him to go upstairs and grab the gift you had for him. When you came back, you still had the roses in your hand but a box in the other.

“What did you do?” he asked as you handed him the box. He opened it to see the very expensive watch he’d been looking at for months. “Baby, this is too much.”

“You’ve been working so hard. I know you’re probably on your way to work right now…but you mean a lot to me,” you said, as he leaned down to kiss you.

“This is perfect, babe. Thank you,” he said, “But you’re right, I’m about to be late if I don’t leave right now. We’re still on for dinner, right?”

“Of course,” you said, leaning in the doorway.

“I love you,” he said, kissing you again before turning to walk away.

“I love you, too.”

You smiled as you closed the door, sliding down it, absolutely swooning over how sweet Ethan is. You smelled the roses, a silly smile on your face as you stood back up.

You searched for the right vase for it, dying to take a picture to send your friends.

As you sent the photo to the Tara and Mindy group chat, they were so excited for you.

Tara: Since you’re already up, you should shower and come over. I want to do your nails and everything before your date tonight.

You: That date is like, 12 hours away.

Tara: Don’t care. Hurry up.

You: Doesn’t Chad want to spend some time with you?

Tara: He’s going to work soon, but we’re going out after you leave for your date tonight.

You: Okay, see you soon.

You had a regular Monday through Friday job like Ethan, but he begged you to request the day off when you were both home for Christmas. He was hoping he’d get it off, too, but with a major work project being due at the end of the week, he knew there was no way. That’s when he asked Tara to take the day off. He had big plans, and he wanted her to help you get ready for them.

After you showered, you searched your room for something to wear to Tara’s, then the outfit for dinner later in the night. You gasped when you opened the closet, seeing a beautiful dress hanging up.

“How did he get this in here?” you asked yourself, pulling it out and seeing a note attached to it.

‘I wanted you to have something special to wear tonight. I was really hoping you wouldn’t check your closet…I might’ve broken into your apartment yesterday. I love you -E’

You laughed as you read the note. He knew you rarely checked your closet after a long day of work and just pulled a comfy pair of pajamas out of the dresser up against the wall in your room.

You took a picture of the dress and sent it to Tara.

You: What’s up with this?

Tara: Your boyfriend is taking you somewhere nice tonight. Don’t question it.

Tara: Why aren’t you here yet?

You: Getting dressed, be there soon

You decided on some leggings and a sweater, the temperature in February not being exactly the warmest in New York. You still couldn’t believe this was where you all decided to stay after graduating, but there’s so much to do, and you were all able to get decent jobs.

When you pulled up to Tara’s, you struggled to carry the dress, your purse, and the iced coffee you stopped to get on the way. She flung the door open, “This one’s for you,” you said, handing her one of the drinks.

“Are you crazy? What if you would’ve spilt this on the dress?!” She took the dress as well, making you huff.

“Sorry, I’m exhausted. I was planning on sleeping in today, so I binged a new show last night.”

“The coffee should wake you up, let’s go.”

“Seriously, it’s hours away,” you sighed, walking into the living room. “Jesus, are you doing my nails, or giving me a whole fucking makeover?”

You saw the stuff for nails, but you also saw stuff for hair, and so much makeup.

“I wanted us to have options. That’s why I needed you here so early,” she said, hanging the dress up on the opened closet door in the hallway. “So, Romeo showed up with roses for you this morning?” she asked as you flopped onto the couch.

“Yeah, he’s the best,” you smiled, the thought of Ethan making you instantly happy.

You heard the doorbell ring, as Tara went to answer it.

“Awh,” she said, taking flowers from the delivery guy. “Thank you!”

“Those are gorgeous!” you said from your spot on the couch as Tara stood there beaming.

“He just might get laid tonight,” she smirked, sitting the vase down on the counter. “Let’s do your nails!”

You sat there as she pushed your cuticles back and buffed your nails. “Which color do you think will look better with the dress?” she asked, handing you a store bag full of nail polish.

“Why did you buy so many?” you asked, pulling the bottles out and glancing over to the dress.

“Hey, I didn’t. This was all Ethan,” she said, as she continued to work. “He really loves you, ya know?”

“I don’t know how I got so lucky. We’ve been together for almost four years though. At this point, I think I’ll be his girlfriend forever,” you groaned, as Tara held in a laugh for how oblivious you were being.

“Hey, give him time. I know he’ll put a ring on that finger one day,” she said, before looking at the colors. “I think this one looks the best, what do you think?”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too.”

After Tara finished your nails, Mindy and Anika showed up.

“Hey,” Anika said, pulling you into a hug.

“Hey, guys,” you smiled, happy to see them. “What are you two love birds doing for Valentine’s Day?”

“Well, we were thinking about matching piercings because tattoos are too cliché,” Mindy said, looking over to her girlfriend, “But our appointment isn’t for a few hours, so we wanted to stop by.”

“This is gorgeous!” Anika said, looking at the dress. “That boyfriend of yours has really gone all out today.”

“Yeah, I told him he didn’t have to go crazy with it. If I get to spend time with him, that’s all that matters.”

“That’s why he loves you so much. You don’t expect the world out of him, but he still wants to give it to you,” Tara said, pulling out her phone to order food. “What do you guys want to eat?”

You all decided on a local sandwich shop, not wanting to eat anything too crazy. The last thing you wanted was to feel more sluggish. As you sat at the table with your friends eating, you started to discuss your jobs, and how amazing it was that everyone stayed with their college sweetheart. Chad and Tara broke up once for a few weeks during junior year, but they missed each other too much. They’ve been going strong ever since.

“What time will Ethan get here?” Mindy asked, looking down at her phone.

“I think he said the reservation was for seven, but he’d pick me up from here at six.”

“We need to go to our appointment, but we’ll be back later,” Anika said, standing up.

“You guys should spend time with each other, you don’t have to help me get ready for this crazy dinner that Ethan’s probably going to spend way too much money on,” you said, as Mindy rolled her eyes.

“We have a date later tonight, and we’re leaving now to go do something together. We’ll be back.”

After they left, you checked your phone to see that it was almost two.

“I’m going to shower really quick, then we’ll do your makeup and hair,” Tara said, tossing you the tv remote.

“Seriously, take your time. I feel like you’re freaking out over nothing.”

When Tara made it upstairs, she pulled out her phone to see a text from Ethan.

Ethan: She doesn’t suspect anything, does she?

Tara: No, she has no idea.

Ethan: Perfect. I’m getting off a little early to pick up my suit and get everything ready. I need to run by the restaurant too, but I’ll be there by 6.

Tara: See you then

Tara was only gone for fifteen minutes before she joined you in the living room again.

“What are you watching?” she asked, sitting beside you.

“I don’t know, some cheesy dating show. That one wants to be with that one but she’s still in love with her ex,” you said, explaining what was going on.

“Sounds complicated,” she said, getting invested.

An hour had gone by before Tara jumped up. “Fuck, we still have stuff to do!”

The time it took for her to do your hair and makeup took almost two hours, because you were both still watching the show. She quickly hurried to do hers to get ready for her own date with Chad.

“Where are you two going tonight?” you asked, as she shrugged.

“Somewhere nice. That’s all I know.”

She was lying, thinking about Ethan’s plan. She knew exactly where she was going, and that she was probably going to be crying at the end of the night. She made a mental note to use the waterproof mascara that she used on you.

It was almost time for you to leave, so she helped you into the dress Ethan got for you. “You look beautiful!” she squealed, as you did a little spin for her.

“Yeah, he’s got good taste,” you smiled, before looking at her still in sweatpants. “What are you wearing tonight for your date?”

“Oh, it’s in the closet. I’ll change after Ethan gets here,” she said, when you heard a knock on the door.

Mindy and Anika walked in, showing off the matching rook piercings in their ears. They also had their hair and makeup done as well, but they were in normal clothes.

“I feel so overdressed,” you sighed, as Mindy smirked at Tara.

“Our outfits are in the car,” Anika said, when you heard another knock on the door.

Tara ran over to it, flinging the door open. Your heart pounded as you saw Ethan standing there in a suit that fit him very well.

“Wow,” was all he could say when he walked in and saw you. You ran up to him and hugged him.

“You look so handsome, babe.”

“I wish I could kiss you right now, but I don’t want to mess up the makeup,” he said, before Tara started to speak.

“It’s smudge-proof and long lasting, you can kiss her.”

He wasted no time, leaning down to place his lips on yours.

“You look beautiful,” he said, taking your hand in his. “We better go, I don’t want us to miss our reservation.”

“Bye, guys,” you said, waving.

They said their goodbyes as you walked towards the car. Ethan opened the door for you and shut it after you got inside. You heard a car pull up behind you, and noticed Ethan ran up to the driver’s side door.

“Fuck, Chad. I thought you weren’t going to make it in time,” Ethan said, taking the ring box from him.

“Sorry, dude. We’ll be there soon.”

Ethan slid the box in his pocket before jumping in the driver’s seat. You looked over to his hands on the wheel, noticing him wearing the watch.

“Aww, you’re wearing it,” you said, as he smiled.

“Oh, this? My best friend got it for me,” he said, focusing on driving.

When you made it to the restaurant, he gave the hostess his last name.

“Oh, the private room, right this way,” he said, leading you and Ethan through the restaurant. “We already have champagne for you, and we’re going to bring out water soon. No rush to order, take your time.”

You took in your surroundings, noticing an extra table in the otherwise ‘Private’ area, as the host called it.

“Ethan, baby, you didn’t have to do all this,” you said, feeling a little guilty that he’s probably spent a lot on the night.

“Tonight is special. Don’t feel bad,” he said, taking a sip of the champagne. “You should try yours, it’s so good.”

As the two of you sat and talked as you waited for your food, you saw people in your peripheral vision sit down at the table on the other side of the room. Ethan’s eyes stayed on you, though, because you were so invested in the conversation you were having. He didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that your friends were less than ten feet away.

After you finished eating, you saw Ethan glance over to the other table. Your eyes went wide as you looked over to see your friends, getting up to walk to the table.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, “You guys all look so nice.”

“This was all a part of Ethan’s plan,” Chad said, as you looked confused.

“Yeah, I think you should turn around,” Tara said, a huge smile on her face as a single tear slipped out.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you saw Ethan down on one knee holding a ring box in his hand. Your hands covered your mouth as your eyes started to water.

“Baby, you mean the world to me. I have no doubt in my mind that you’re the one I’m meant to spend my life with. You made every bad day good, and every good day even better. I love you so much, will you marry me?” he asked, his voice cracking as he spoke.

“Yes!” you said, stepping closer to him. He stood up to hold you in his arms as you both cried.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot,” he said, pulling the ring out of the box and sliding it onto your finger.

His hands went to your waist as he kissed you, as your hands were on his cheeks. Your friends were cheering in the background, all so excited for the two of you.

“Wait,” you said, pulling away and turning back to the other table. “You knew the whole time he was going to do this?!”

“I don’t know how you didn’t pick up on it,” Tara laughed, “But I’m happy I was able to help you get ready for today. And we’re all so happy we could be here tonight.”

“I wouldn’t want this to be any other way,” you said, hugging her. “Thank you.”

Chad high-fived Ethan, congratulating him as everyone talked amongst themselves.

“Hey babe?” Ethan asked, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I knew I wanted to marry you after the first year.”

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t want this any other way,” you smiled, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[geordikisser]

੯‧̀͡ ζྀི) ┆ masterlist ྀི ﹕

silly: ☆ smut: ୨ৎ fluff: ♡ angst: ꩜ | fem: ♀ gn: ⚥

the group chat:

୨ৎ | ⚥/♀ brat taming ( big t )

୨ৎ | ⚥ nervous ( larry )

୨ৎ | ⚥ all talk ( isaacwhy )

꩜ | ⚥ distance ( yumi )

♡ + ☆ | ⚥ soft to hard launch with .. (larry) (yumi) (tanner) (isaac)

♡ + ☆ | ⚥ random tgc headcannons

♡ | ⚥ popstar!s/o ( yumi hcs )

♡ + ꩜ | ⚥ comforting you! ( larry & tanner )

♡ + ꩜ | ⚥ comforting you! ( isaac, nick & blake )

♡ + ୨ৎ | ⚥ sleepy ( yumi )

redactedverse:

☆ | ⚥ shawpack partners being bffs ( blurb )

☆ | ⚥ shawpack listeners have a gaming night ( blurb )

♡ + ☆ | ⚥ smash tournament saga: part 1, part 2, part 3

☆ | ⚥ redactedverse twitter era: part 1, part 2

♡ + ☆ | ⚥ shawpack + sam gaming heacannons ( + their listeners )

♡ + ☆ | ⚥ porter & treasure interact w/ lovely & vincent ( blurb )

♡ | ⚥ jealous!redacted boys ( headcannons )

꩜ | ⚥ darlin’ family headcannons ( tw child neglect + implied suicidal thoughts )

♡ + ☆ | ⚥ redactedverse idol!au ( blurb )

♡ | ⚥ redactedverse idol!au ( headcannons )

☆ | ⚥ redactedverse mafia!au ( small blurb )

☆ | ⚥ highschool! milo & david avg interaction ( blurb )

୨ৎ | ⚥ porter nsfw headcannons

☆ + ୨ৎ | ⚥ redactedverse semi suggestive headcannons

♡ + ꩜ | ⚥ somethin’ stupid, like i love you ( geordi )

♡ + ୨ৎ | ⚥ desert ( milo )

yuurivoice:

♡ + ☆ | ⚥ pinky promise kisses. ( charlie x casper )

[ellaa-writes]

Good Dög

authors note: Part 2, part 1 here. In the same Universe as The Beast Within series. Can't wait to expanded the world more. But anyways, enjoy! :) (wow did not notice i reached 200 followers!)

summary: His favourite words include; down boy, good dog, heel, fetch and his most favourite, get 'em. Well trained, and listens good. Loyal through and through. Always striving to be the absolute best. Ready to attack at all times, always on guard. Loves discipline, either giving or receiving. Working for a criminal mastermind, lurking in the shadows. You both trying not to be seen or noticed but after one unlucky night, all you both can see are the ghosts. He invades your life, if you both like it or not.

tags: Alternative Universe. A/b/o dynamics. Female reader. Lots of trauma in this one. Mentions of a dead body. Mentions of weapons, self defense. Reader has a panic attack. Simon saves the day once again. Slightly stalking Simon. not proof read

Two weeks passed since that fateful night at the corner store. Your days were filled with nightmares, and those eyes and that voice were always there to save you. Too pull you back into the light, always waking up with your heart pounding.

The police realeased your belonging back to you, you didn't bother telling anyone. If you did they would just urge you to seek out help, to talk to someone. But you can't afford that right now, you were already overworking yourself trying to save up enough money to move out of this hell hole.

Two weeks and not a word from him, Simon. You laid awake most mornings and nights, wondering what he was doing and if he thought about you to.

You felt silly for thinking that, sure Beta and Alpha relationships were common. Hell your parents were in a Beta/Alpha relationship. But you always felt unworthy, never meeting someone that sparked your interest as much as that Alpha did.

You had a few days off, only because the law required it. But if it was up to your employer you would have been working today.

You decided to get out of your apartment, to go for a walk, to try and not thinking about the cold steel on your throat and that evil smile. Anytime it crept into your mind you would wipe it away. Shove it back down with all the other shit you refused to face.

It was a beautiful day in the city, lucky for you it was a weekend. People littered the streets, groups walking together and chatting. The restaurants had their patios open, only if you had friends you thought. You'd be out there, drinking your fancy drink, eating your fancy food and smiling and laughing. Reminiscing about the good ol' days, but you had none of that. Instead you watched from a far, wishing that one day you'd wake up in a new body, new life.

But that never got you far. You've always been a keep your head down and don't stay for long type of gal. Having been alone in this world for longer than you remember not being.

You lost your mother young, and your dad left all together. Not wanting to raise a child by himself, being a single widowed father. Instead he forgot about you and met someone else. Started a new family, one where you weren't in the picture.

Living in foster care after foster care, until your turned of age and was pushed out into this unforgiving world.

You found yourself staring at the people, laughing and enjoying their time. You were staring for too long, sometimes lost in your own world. Taking your eyes off the people out on the patio, you began casing things out.

Since the accident, you've been on edge more. Keeping a small pocket knife on you at all time, and a can of bear mace. As regular mace wouldn't take down a drugged up Alpha.

As you were looking around you noticed something, or someone. The eyes that haunted your dreams, staring at you from across the street. The same eyes and voice from the corner store.

It couldn't be, you must be imagining it. That feeling of uneasiness creeping up from spine, your brain telling you to run. So you did, you spun around and decided this was a bad idea. Leaving your apartment was stupid. Mentally beating yourself up as you sped walked down the block. Trying to get as much distance between you and those eyes.

They didn't scare you, not intentionally. But you were seeing things, they weren't real. Taking a short cut through the back alley, not wanting to waste anymore time. You were too much in your own head, speeding down the desolate alley, not noticing the fast approaching footsteps behind you.

All you felt was the hands grabbing your arm, and in an instant you were spun around. Your bear mace in hand ready to spray at the intruder. But before you could it was knocked out of your hand. Flying into the brick wall beside you.

And there he was, Simon. It was real, you did see him. "You could kill someone like that." you snapped at him. Picking up your now busted can of bear spray. Hoping you can get another one soon. "Plan on using that on anyone?" he asked. His voice just as husky as the first time you heard it. Your heart skipped a beat, holding in the breath you just took, your core getting tingly.

"Well not anymore." you huffed, shoving the broken can into your bag. "Had anymore run ins?" he asked, noticing the small knife next to the can. "No." you were shuffling on your feet. Not wanting to be here anymore. "Just precaution." you explained.

You hated the way he was looking at you, his head tilted. He was judging you, noticing things about you that even you didn't.

The tenseness in your body, the way you were constantly looking around you, how you held your bag tight to your body. Your quick movements and that look in your eyes. The one he knew so well, the same look he'd have often.

You looked like a lost doe, eyes frantic and legs wobbly. He pitied you, knowing the inner battle raging on inside of you. One that he wish he could take away.

"How have ya been holdn' up?" he asked. Stupid question he thought. He knew from just looking at you, that if a big gust of wind were to come you'd crumble like a dry leaf in autumn.

"I uhhh-" you didn't know what to say. Do you lie to him now? "I'm getting by." you replied. Knowing that didn't fully answer his question.

You were running, not psychically but mentally. Your movements becoming more frantic, your eyes wide with fear, the lost doe cornered and trying to find a way out.

Simon knew this, as he felt it often. He did the only thing he could think of, and he wasn't sure if it was even going to work. He purred, he never purred before. Not even sure if he was doing the damn thing right, but it was pure Alpha instinct. A female in stress can sore the nose, the smell permeating far. Letting everyone know, it was old basic biology, things have evolved since then.

The purr was deep and low, sounding like a bike engine off in the distance. As he slowly stepped closer to you, making sure his shoulder were laxed and his scent enclosing around you like a bubble.

You didn't know what was happening, you felt the tightness in your chest. You began struggling to breath, wanting to dive into the garbage bin and hide. To scream, cry, kick and bite. All these emotions coursing through your body, you hands shaking. Trying to grip onto your arms, hugging yourself tight. Rubbing you neck against your shoulder. Trying anything to make this feeling go away.

Simon wrapped you in his arms, pushing your head into his chest. That's when you finally heard it, the low purring coming from it. It soothed you, making you feel like a pup being cradled by its father.

He held you tight to his chest, enclosing both of you in a bubble of his scent. Blocking out all other noise and smells. His juvenile attempt at consoling you were working, you began sucking in even and deep breaths. The tightness in your chest and back relaxing, you unwrapped your arms from yourself and wrapped them around Simon.

If you were anyone else and this was any other moment he'd he ripping your limbs off. But it was you.

The nights he'd spend wide awake, thinking about you. Everytime he closed his eyes he'd see your dead lifeless body, your dead soulless eyes staring back up at him. He couldn't sleep the first time, he had to make sure you were alright. Sneaking into a vacant apartment across the street, just to make sure she was alright, he told himself.

But it was nightly, then daily. Ignoring his own work to watch night and day. Making sure nothing could or would happen to you. He didn't know what got into himself, why he had these strong feelings towards you. What made you so special.

What made you different from the rest, you haunted him night and night out. And you were alive, so why does he keep seeing your dead body everywhere he turns.

His boss noticed he'd been quiter than normal, which is saying a lot for him. A conversation he had while sitting in his bosses office one night. He use to hate the man, seeing him as enemy number one. Making it his dying mission to take him down, to take him out.

But when shit hit the fan, and Simon was sent to prison. His years of decidated and hard work went down the drain, along with his life. He was a walking reminder, the people he considered close some even close enough to be family, all cut him off. Discarding him like he was yesterday's trash.

The man across from him in the office, sitting on the stiff leather chair. The man that went by König, he was the only one that was their for him. When he was realeased from prison, he was their at the gate. Leaning up against a black sports car. Simon thought he was dead, everyone at least still thinks he is.

He gave Simon an offer, a too good to be true offer. Turning it down, vowing to never cross that line. To go over to the other side. But after finding out that no one gave a shit, that him going to prison didn't change anything. Him taking the fall and paying the price. Just to have them all act like he never existed. So he didn't.

Death by fire, he found it fitting. He felt like his whole existence was flawed, the moment his mother became knocked up with him. A bastard growing in her belly. She left him like the rest did.

But what made you so special, it was a question that he didn't know if he'd ever get an answer to.

For two whole weeks he couldn't shake you. Lying too himself that he wasn't stalking you, that when you were gone for work, that he wasn't breaking into your place. To make sure the windows were sealed and the smoker detector wasn't low on batteries. He even fixed the buzzing from your fridge, something you did notice but chalked it up to old appliances.

If he knew any better he'd say he was infatuated with you.

With you still wrapped in his arms he brought you back to your apartment. Using your key to unlock your door, carrying you into your bedroom. Setting you down and wrapping you up. "I'll be back." he told you. Leaving for only a moment, coming back with a bag of hot food.

It was late in the night when he finally left. You were tucked into bed, everything locked and secured. He didn't like the idea of leaving you alone, but he'd be right cross the street. Having rented out the space after squatting in it for a few days. Paying for two rents wasn't ideal, but in his mind it was only tempory.

You guys talked for hours, you telling him about your past in foster care. How you saved up everything you could to move here and get this place. Only for you to now do the same so you could get out.

You told him about your dream to live out on the country side, to live a small village. To have a farm, yellow house and maybe a few pups running around. But how that dream seemed to slip away faster and faster everyday.

As he settled into postion, on the weathered chair at the window. Watching people flow in and out of the street below. His mind asked the same question it always did when he found himself in this spot. Why you? What was so special about you. But now he also thought about how he wanted to give you, your dream.

The yellow house, the farm to look after and of course the one thing he never would have wanted or thought of wanting....pups.

[armpirate]

Disturbs on the 3rd floor | Jungkook

Part 2

pairing: Boxer!JK x fem!reader || Neighbors, enemies to lovers

w.c.: 3.2k

Warnings: Explicit, almost making out, mention of body's reaction to touch

Summary: After your new neighbor forced you into a war with him, you didn't think you could dislike someone you hadn't met the way you disliked him. After meeting him, you confirm that not only he's hot as fuck, he's also one big asshole.

Aprox. time of reading: 15 minutes

You woke up curled up in your bed sheets, hugging the pillow tight, when you realized it was still night and it wasn't even close to the time you had to get up that day. You never woke up in the middle of the night for no reason, so it was weird for you that you did. Once your senses started activating, you laid on your back and closed your eyes again before it was too late.

*Knock*

You frowned, but still ignored the sound. Maybe your neighbor just moved a bit too roughly in his sleep.

*Knock*

You sighed, annoyed at the sound, but still tried to ignore it because you just wanted to sleep. 

Your eyelids throbbed in sync with the increasing bangs against your walls, giving up on trying to keep them closed and finally sitting on the bed to turn back. If there was a moment when sounds could seem touchable, it was then. You swore you could perfectly see his headboard knocking against the plasterboard, faster as time went by. 

Just the same way, you hit your wall back with your  closed fist, thinking that'd actually make him stop. 

Silly you.

Not only those sounds got faster and harder, but they were also combined by the loud screams from a woman -that you were sure had her head right against the plasterboard to make those sounds as audible for you as possible. There was no other explanation. 

Letting your body fall lazily over the mattress, you tried to cover your face with your pillow, drowning the sounds as much as possible, but they were so loud that it made you feel like they were right in your room doing whatever it was they were doing. 

You weren't the most patient person out there, and it only took you a few seconds before you stretched your arm to reach for your phone. It was four in the morning, and there they were, acting like they were the only ones in the building. You thought someone else might've complained, but you forgot you were the only one wall to wall with them. 

Anyone else would've knocked on their door, but you still considered sending a text through the neighborhood community group chat so you wouldn't be a big bother. And also, because you thought that, by saying it so publicly, they'd be a bit embarrassed and tone it down. But they only got louder by the minute.

Giving up, you picked your pillow and walked outside your room, taking your small couch as the new bed for that night. At least there you didn't have to hear the constant bangs or the moans and growls that kept coming from them. 

It'd be only for that night.

Only for that night... Ha! 

If only you had known that your text would start a war between you two, you'd have knocked their door down that same night. The noise was more constant than before, if that was even possible. 

You wondered if it was their first time living in an apartment, and having to respect neighbors, because there was no way someone would react that way to a petition to have some human decency. 

They fought back. First, they made you take the three flower pots that were hanging on your balcony off, because they said it was dangerous and it also bothered them when they got home at night after you watered them. And second, it was the night you decided to bring someone home after a really long time, and your neighbor scared them away.

Sitting on the couch, you couldn't believe he faked talking on the phone and screamed how you had a cockroach infestation that made everyone in the building worry. Messing with how clean you were in front of a person you tried to get on with for months was where you drew the line.  

You didn't know much about your neighbor, other than that he tended to come back home late in the night -and you had confirmed that with the first complaint he sent your way, and the few times you saw his back entering his house past eleven. So, placing the speaker against his wall, and turning up the pop music as loud as possible at seven in the morning, seemed like a good plan all of a sudden. At least while you got ready to head to work -he was luckier in that sense. You only bothered him for half an hour, and then left your house until five -a time when he usually wasn't at home. 

Each one of your actions had a consequence, because as soon as you started doing that, he'd also start giving random knocks at your wall late in the night. And it was a few times that you two had called the police on each other for the noise, not getting much more than just a warning from their side.

Did that make you two stop? Obviously not. 

 If he made a hole in your room with a drill, you threw bleach at his dark clothes. If he threw your mail in the garbage, you nicked the side of his black motorbike that was always parked next to the door. It was a war that would never stop if you both kept behaving like that, unless one of you moved out. And it only made sense for him to leave, since he was the one who moved into his apartment a few months ago. 

At least that was your idea until you saw the community notice, hung at the cork board in the entrance. Your neighbors were asking you two to stop, because both of you were intoxicating the good environment in the building. Not that it was a lie, but if the community had intervened after the first two complaints, none of this would've come this far. The ball was on your roof, you had the choice to continue or stop, so you chose the sanest choice.

Jungkook, on the other hand, felt uneasy when the game between you two suddenly stopped. While annoying you, and having you clapping back every time, was the most expensive thing in the world -because of the amount of things he had to repair as a result-, he found certain joy and entertainment in what you two did. His twisted mind would come up with a revenge seconds after seeing the mess you did. But suddenly it all stopped.

He didn't hear from you in a while, he didn't see you tempted to knock on his door a few times when he blasted music late into the night. He wasn't sure if you had seen him, but he for sure was aware of your well settled curves under those tight pajamas. Having your attention on him made him feel proud, but it disappeared as soon as he started caring about it. And that upsetted him more than he'd like to admit. 

That night, he knew you were home. He had heard you on the phone, while you were walking around your room. The small drawing of a beach, that you used to cover the beach, worked to block him from seeing anything in your room, but it made whatever was going on inside there perfectly audible. And vice versa. 

But like it was a sign sent from above, he stumbled with the karaoke set one of his friends had gifted him for his birthday, as he walked around the living room. 

You felt your place strangely silent. It had been that calm for the past two days -surprisingly-, but something about the way it felt that night felt off. It was the typical vibes you get before something bad happens. At least that was the sensation as you stared at your ceiling among the darkness. 

You frowned when you heard some strange echoed sounds, that seemed like clacks -similar to the sound your tongue makes whenever you stick it to your palate and move it away fast. But that frown turned into your eyes going blank the second you heard the pop music blasting, while a male voice singing sounded louder than the rhythm. 

"What the fuck?" you muttered, finally sitting in your bed. 

Banging your fist against the wall, you tried to get his attention. But either the music was too loud, or he was straightforward ignoring you, because it didn't stop. 

Right then, you had two choices: either you did something to annoy him back, or you behaved like an adult since he stepped in the building and knocked on his door. You couldn't leave that place, your apartment was only ten minutes away from work, and the location was perfect for your free time as well -not to mention how cheap it was compared to the previous house you rented. You just couldn't leave because an asshole decided it was fun to mess with you. 

You moved the blankets aside, finally sitting up on the bed before you dragged your body out of it. You didn't even bother to put your slippers on, stepping out of your apartment to knock on his door, although the music was so loud that probably he wouldn't hear it. 

Your jaw was twisted, while you placed your hands on your hips and tried to think of different ways to tear that door down if he didn't open it in the next two minutes. But, for your own luck, and your fists', you heard a silent squeak on your back, and the music was even louder than it was seconds ago. 

Everything was perfectly settled in your mind, you had made up every word you would say, and every expression and tone you'd use so the message would be clear, but your mind went blank as soon as you turned around. 

You had seen your neighbor before, although only from the back. His ratio from waist to shoulders, whenever he entered his apartment in those straight jeans and half tucked t-shirt got your head running in circles, but seeing his other half did no good to your brain. 

His lips looked thin, pressed tight against one another as he tried to keep the proud smile to himself, which caused the dimples on his cheeks to show off, along with the mole under his lower lip and the two lips rings that were on the right side of his lower lip. You had never been into brown eyes, but you'd lose yourself in his doe looks by how big and rounded they were, not realizing how deep you were trapped in them until he spoke.

"Hey, 3A" he greeted you, naming you by the number of your apartment. 

"Hey?" you crossed your arms over your chest "It's one am, and you're blasting music and singing like it's nothing".

It took you a few seconds to get back your confidence, but it was going to go back all over the window when he lifted his arm over his head, resting his full sleeve tattooed arm rest on the door frame, while his eyes kept looking intensely into you. 

"No one else complained" he shrugged.

"Because their walls aren't right next to yours" you tried to explain. "I'm the only one having to stand you and the noises you make every day". 

"Quite funny you're saying that" he scoffed "Because using a drill at seven isn't the most normal either".

"At least I'm not the one who dug a hole in the wall" you snapped back. 

As he bent to the right, to get his hand to rest on his shoulder and nape, you could see his bicep flexing slightly. 

You breathed in deeply, trying to get some sanity back. Your annoyance and horniness was soon making this first meeting useless, and you didn't knock on his door to leave things unsolved that night. 

"Don't you think you might have a bias against me?".

That question made you chuckle, looking away for a mini second before you were back at looking at him. Typical asshole behavior: playing the victim instead of owning up to his mistake. 

"I don't care if you get choked on that mic, but do it silently" you spitted. "I'll call the police if I hear you again. You're warned".

Your neighbor didn't say anything, he simply twisted his lips and nodded, seeing you walking away back to your place and stopping at your door when you tried to open it. 

Pressing your lips together, you shut down the minimal complaint that could come from them when the door didn't open after several attempts. It probably closed while you were speaking to your neighbor, and now you were stuck outside unless you called a locksmith and paid more than seventy bucks to get your door opened. Then you realized that you didn't have your phone with you either.

"What's up, 3A? Want to join the party?" he asked on your back. 

That was humiliating.

If it had been someone else, you wouldn't have cared in the slightest -even if you didn't really know that person-, but the fact that it was the same person you ranted at confidently just seconds ago, made things bad. 

You turned on your tracks, walking towards him again as you tried that cocky look he was giving you.

"I'm locked outside" you explained. "My phone and my keys are in my place".

He clicked his tongue, grimacing at your words and faking how deep he was thinking on his next answer.

"It'd be difficult for me to help you if I get choked on that mic".

"Nevermind".

Only three minutes into a conversation with him, and you knew he was the type that would brag about helping you until your ways separated again. You were convinced he'd be the biggest pain in the ass, and probably he'd also take advantage over this. And if he already was annoying for no reason, you couldn't imagine how bad it'd get in the case that you owed him a favor. 

"Wait" he stopped you while he laughed "Come inside, and use my phone".

While you still didn't want any help from him, you still stepped inside his place when he moved his body behind the thick door, allowing you to come in. 

His house is exactly like yours, only that his is placed in reverse. It was quite minimalistic, there weren't many furniture or decorations; but the few things he had in there were placed in a way that made sense and that inspired a lot of balance and calm. The scent was also comforting, a slight floral smell that wasn't too heavy to be found annoying, but was powerful enough to be noticed as soon as you stepped inside. 

You turned back again, finding him walking to you "I can look up for a good locksmith" he sneaked his hand inside his baggy pants, taking his phone out to type something. 

You were surprised by how easily he lent his phone to you. If you had been in his place, you probably would've looked up the phone number and made him call from the landline phone in your living room. 

You huffed after hanging up, trying to get through the idea that the person in charge to open your door won't come anytime soon, leaving you stuck outside for more than an hour. 

"Thanks" you gave him back his phone. 

"When will they come?" 

"He said it'd take him an hour, because he has another service pending" you sighed.

You didn't know there were that many people getting stuck outside. But again, there you were, out of your place, and in the house of the man you declared war to weeks ago. 

"You can wait here in the meantime" he assured you.

"This will be an expensive favor, right?" you squinted your eyes, looking at him with distrust.

"Hmm didn't think of that" he puckered his lips. "I just wanted to be a good neighbor and bury the hatchet".

Accepting his words, you just nodded. It wasn't like you were fully uncomfortable, at least not in the bad sense. He just made you nervous, by the way he radiated so much confidence and power. It was so difficult for you to explain it properly. 

"I'm Y/N, by the way" you introduced yourself, trying to get him to focus on your words and not you. But Jungkook was able to do two things at the same time. 

"Jungkook".

And there was the silence again, and that intense look going through your body like you were completely vulnerable for him. 

"Do you want something to drink?

"Water" you replied instantly, almost not giving him time to finish the question. 

Your throat was going dry the longer he stared at you, you needed to get hydrated as soon as possible. 

Sitting on the couch, you saw a few pairs of boxing gloves on the shelf next to the door that would lead to his bedroom. And you wondered if he either collected them, was a boxer or did boxing for fun. 

Whenever he came home late in the night, you always caught him with his back facing your door, and it wasn't like his clothes were much different from any regular daily clothes. 

"So, you do boxing?" you casually asked as soon as he was back. 

Looking over you, he saw the shelf that could've given you that hint, and he instantly smiled at that tiny show of interest. 

"We can say I do, yeah" he nodded.

"That's not an answer" you sipped on the glass.

"I didn't know you were so curious about me" he raised his eyebrow.

"I just wanted to talk about something while we wait" you replied back, thinking that would take him out of his comfort zone, but he only seemed more comfortable after that reply, as if he was expecting you to answer that way. 

"Shall we talk about the shirt you ruined and that cost me two hundred bucks?".

"What? Is this a way to get me to pay for it?" you scoffed "You threw my mail away, in which there was a penalty fee that could've been multiplied if the old lady from 2B hadn't noticed. Should we talk about the three hundred bucks your little joke would have cost me?". 

So you had an answer for everything... Time to get into action then. 

"I'd have paid for it gladly".

The tone he used while looking at you that way, it made a wave of heat burn your body from head to toe fast. Your mind was running wild while he played with the rings on his lips, showing off the tip of his tongue. 

Your body instantly reacted to his hand lying so close to your thigh on the couch, you could even feel the fabric sinking with its weight. While you were so close to each other, and with the wooden scent giving short circuits to your brain, you just allowed yourself to give in. 

His lips ghosted yours, so close that you could feel his warm breath coating your mouth, but so far that he had you parting and moving your lips to look for his. shiverings ran through your body, like a calming massage to your brain, that pushed you to go on. You needed way more than that. 

But Jungkook just rubbed his lips on the left corner of your mouth, making your nipples tighten under the thin fabric of your old t-shirt. He continued his way up to your cheek, finally lending a soft kiss on your skin, getting closer to your earlobe. 

Soon you were imprisoned by his arm, which moved to the other side of your body to lie next to your left thigh. His lip rings felt cold in contrast with your burning skin and his warm and wet tongue. Your neck instantly moved to the side when the tip traced the curve of your earlobe, and you almost gasped when his teeth trapped the soft meat to pull from it gently. 

You went from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds, and you didn't want to think about the level you could get to if you two continued. And it seemed like Jungkook read your mind, because he burst your bubble before you were completely gone in your thoughts.

"You wanted me to choke on my mic, yet here you are: waiting for me to touch you and kiss you" he whispered.

And his words felt like a bucket filled with ice, falling over you and taking you back to reality. Holding your breath, you stopped your body from working for a few seconds, pushing him away to have some space to move away and stand up. 

"You could only wish" those words were the only thing that could keep your dignity in that moment. 

Of course, he wouldn't even give you that.

"That's not what you are showing" following where his index finger is pointing at, you instantly place your palms over your breasts, trying to hide your visibly hard nipples.

"Asshole" you muttered, in between your teeth. 

Of course, he expected you to be annoyed at his comment and maybe turn the situation around to turn into some hot passionate sex. But instead, Jungkook saw you walking angry to the door, just to slam it against the door frame after leaving his place. 

It didn't turn out like he expected.

Could this be considered as a snippet for Anti-romantic? Possibly.

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Okay okay, hear me out, can you make a part 2 of tell me you love me but instead of in Armin’s car it’s in jean and the readers apartment and jean doesn’t know what happened so they haven’t broke up

but while jean goes out of does something the reader and armin get a bit silly together

I just need some kind of part 2 it was so good please

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: basically a part 2 to this story. you should def go check it out ;)

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: fem reader, cheating, mentions of sexting & nudes, petnames/mean names, armin gets a little mean (hehe), unprotected sex, spanking, overstim (you really gotta squint), let me know if i missed anything

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the night that you and armin hooked up in the back off his car had been eating away at you ever since it had happened. you swore up and down that you’d break up with jean. he was a good boyfriend and a good person in general. he didn’t deserve to have his girlfriend cheat on him with his best friend.

the only issue was the fact that you never had any time to break it off with him. you weren’t going to do it over text, no. you weren’t that heartless. however, was cheating worse or better than breaking up with your boyfriend of two years over text?

you and jean had messed around a few times after hooking up with armin. the only issue with that? you nearly moaned armin’s name on accident, more than once. now that would have been a disaster. what made it worse was the fact that jean couldn’t make you cum. not like armin could anyways. many times you just faked your orgasm, opting to finish later when you could whimper armin’s name while you pathetically fucked your fingers.

night after night, you lusted after armin. you would stay up texting him while jean’s arm was slung loosely around your hips. his “who are you texting” questions were always shrugged off. you always lied, saying it was mikasa or your group chat with the girls. he didn’t need to know that you were sexting his best friend behind his back.

your wish to see armin again finally came true when jean told you that he had invited armin over for a movie night. you nearly fell off the couch in excitement. “really?!” you said almost too excitedly. “mhm..” your boyfriend nodded his head, continuing to scroll on his phone.

you were giddy with delight as you quickly rushed to text armin.

see you soon 💕

it wasn’t long before you saw the familiar three dots, letting you know that armin was responding.

yeah. see you soon, cutie 😘

it wasn’t long before armin was knocking on your apartment door. “i’ve got it!” scurrying over, you flung the door open, a wide smile on your face. “armin! so good to see you!” you feigned innocence, acting like you hadn’t been fingering yourself to the naughty pictures he’d been sending you.

“hi y/n. it’s good to see you too.” the blonde innocently leaned down to hug you, groping your ass in the process. a small gasp escaped your lips, but you made sure it was quiet enough that jean wouldn’t hear.

“armin!” your boyfriend emerged from your shared bedroom. stepping away from the blonde, you allowed him and jean to hug before they started talking. following them towards your living room, you sat down on the chair while they sat on the couch together.

it was a struggle to not just stare at armin. all you could imagine was his beautiful blonde locks glued to his forehead. his fingers gripping your hips. his cum leaking out of your sopping cunt. his moans. his pants. his whines. him. all you could think of was him.

about halfway through the movie jean’s phone rang. “shit, i gotta take this. it’s eren.” getting up, the male rushed into your shared bedroom so he could answer his other friend.

you and armin made eye contact, small blushes covering both of your faces. “i haven’t stopped thinking about that night..” you finally admitted after a while. armin couldn’t help but smirk, nodding his head. “me either, darling.”

it wasn’t long before jean was coming out of your bedroom. “hey guys, eren needs me to run over to his place. something’s going on.” looking at jean, you blinked. “is he okay? do me and armin need to come too?” shaking his head, jean motioned towards the tv. “just keep watching the movie. i’ll be back soon.”

your boyfriend walked over and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead before waving goodbye to armin and walking out. when he was gone, you and armin made eye contact again.

should you..? it seemed like both of you were thinking the same thing because it wasn’t long before both of you were standing, moving towards one another, and kissing each other passionately.

it wasn’t long before you found yourself in your bedroom, both yours and armin’s clothes discarded on the floor. “face down, ass up.” armin commanded. you eagerly did as he told you, shaking your bare ass in his face. he let out a grunt before spanking the soft flesh. it jiggled underneath his palm, making him smirk.

“god, you’re kind of a dirty little slut, aren’t you..” he teased. you felt the mattress dip under armin’s weight. his fingers immediately found your waist, squeezing gently. “‘m gonna fuck you so good, baby. my cock’s been missin ya, you know.” he groaned.

it wasn’t long before he was sinking himself inside of you. “oh yeah. fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.” he hissed, immediately starting to rock his hips into yours. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his delicious cock filled you up.

your fingers gripped your bedsheets as you moaned. “can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you on the bed you share with your boyfriend. do you have any shame?” his tone was condescending as he bullied your insides with his dick. “hm? do you feel any shame that you’re about to get fucking bred on your boyfriend’s bed?”

armin was still mean as ever. but, like always, you weren’t complaining. his rough words were turning you on as he gently tugged on your hair. the action forced your head up. your eyes immediately locking onto the picture that sat on the nightstand next to jean’s side of the bed.

a picture of the two of you.

being the oh so observant boy he was, armin immediately knew what you were looking at. “aw, how cute,” he chuckled. “staring at a picture of your boyfriend while his best friend fucks you like the pathetic little puppyslut you are.” you whimpered helplessly, making him laugh. “aw, little puppy is whimperin’” he teased.

“keep looking at it. keep looking at the picture while i rearrange your guts, pretty thing.” you struggled to keep your eyes open as his thrusts got harsher.

“oh fuck. i missed your sloppy cunt. i missed the way it squeezed me, oh shit.” he groaned, tossing his head back. “your cunt still knows who it belongs to. tell me, has jean made you cum since you’ve fucked me? or have you had to fake it?” it was almost like armin knew how pathetic and helpless you were for him.

“f-fake it..” you whined helplessly as your fingertips gripped the bedsheets even tighter. “yeah, that’s what i thought.” he chuckled before spanking your ass. he gave a few more thrusts before pulling out. “hey-“ armin didn’t give you a chance to complain.

flipping you over, he pushed you on your back so he could look at you. slipping himself back in, he immediately started pounding into you with reckless abandon. the noises were lewd and the air smelled like sex.

“m-min! min, min, min..” you mindlessly babbled as he leaned down to sink his teeth into your neck. “yeah, that’s right. call daddy’s name like the good little girl you are. let jean know who owns you.” he whispered in your ear.

“c-cumming!” you gasp before releasing all over him, whimpers and moans escaping you as your high flooded through your system. he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your sweaty cheek. “that’s right. cream all over your daddy’s thick cock.”

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he continued to pound you. “i-i love you..” you whined. “i love you. i love you. i love you!” those three words rolled off your lips as your legs began to shake. “a-armin, i love you!”

armin groaned as he sank his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips. “aw, you love me?” he chuckled. he was slowly nearing his own release, beads of sweat perspiring off his forehead. nodding your head, you panted loudly. “love you s’much!” you squealed.

armin chuckled before leaning down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. “i’m gonna cum, sweetheart. i’m gonna fucking cum inside your tight little hole and it’s gonna leak out and make a mess all over your bedsheets.” he kissed you again and again as you panted against his lips.

“o-oh fuck, min!” your fingernails dug into his shoulders as his hips stuttered. it wasn’t long before he was spilling into you, making your eyes roll back yet again. “o-oh fuck..” you whisper as his high slowly came to an end.

panting, armin pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “you did so good, sweetheart. so, so good.” his words were sweet as he brushed some of your hair off of your sweaty forehead. the sight above you was a sight to behold. armin’s golden locks were plastered to his forehead, just like they were in his car.

after a few minutes, armin started moving his hips against yours yet again. “let’s make a mess, shall we? i’ll make sure jean knows that i can make his girlfriend cum more than he can.” he chuckled deviously. through your somewhat fucked out haze, you managed to speak.

“i-i really do l-love you armin..”

“aw, i know you love me.”

[lil-elle]

Locked Out - Pt.2

group: xikers

pair: neighbour!minjae x fem!reader

genre: college au, fluff, pining(?), boy next door(?)

word count: 3.2k

content: no content warnings teehee ♡ (unless the existence of food is a content warning?)

a/n: read part 1 HERE

After finishing your food, you found yourself sitting down with Minjae on his couch, just chatting about this and that. The conversation just seemed to flow so naturally.

“So why exactly were you locked out of your own dorm?” He smirked, stretching an arm across the back of the small couch. You chuckled embarrassedly and dropped your head.

“Well…obviously I forgot my key when I was leaving for class this morning. That wouldn't have been a problem if it didn't just so happen to be the day my roommate was going to visit her sister. Overnight.”

“Oof.” He said, smiling.

“BIG oof. So anyway, she locked the door when she left while I was at class. Then I went to work, and when I finally got home- no key.”

He chuckled lightly into his hand, making you gasp and giggle back.

“Hey, don't laugh!” You smacked his arm playfully.

“I'm sorry!....It's kinda funny, though.”

You scoffed dramatically, not in a space at all to act upset with a massive smile stretched across your face.

“...That's when you showed up…” You smiled softly at him and his laughter dried up as a slightly flustered expression came across his face. “So, thank you.”

He suddenly cleared his throat and turned his head away, the red tips of his ears peeking out from behind his hair.

“Y-Yeah, o-of course…” He stuttered and you couldn't help but find his shy persona endearing.

“So…Minjae.”

“Hmm?” His head snapped back up to look over at you, his voice cracking slightly as he hummed.

“What's your major? I've never seen you around on campus before.”

The pink slowly faded from his cheeks as he responded.

“Music production! So, like composing and lyric writing, and I even do some performance based classes.”

You felt a strange tickle in your stomach as he said that and thought: “Wow. Okay, that's kind of attractive.”

“Woah, so can you like play the guitar and stuff?”

He let out a soft giggle.

“Yup. And the piano. And I can sing too.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden cockiness.

“Wow, and you're so humble too~” You said sarcastically, earning a bellowing laugh from him and a smile in a way that pushed up his cheeks and bottom eyelids, almost completely hiding his pretty brown eyes from sight. God, it was charming.

After a few seconds, he sighed and looked back at you.

“What about you, y/n?”

You thought for a moment before sighing with a wry smile growing on your face.

“Just…business, I guess, but it’s not really what I want to do.”

He leaned forward slightly, eyes showing complete, genuine interest in what you were saying.

“I actually don't know what I want to do…at all…”

His eyes turned empathetic as you continued.

“I-It's silly-”

“It's not. Not at all.”

You stared back into his deep, round eyes as he spoke with a firm yet gentle tone.

“Believe me, you have no idea how many different things I tried before I decided on music production. I think I switched majors like at least 4 times before landing where I am now.”

Your heart suddenly jumped as he said those words and your eyes went wide.

“4 TIMES?? What year are you in!?”

He looked taken aback for a moment before stuttering out his response.

“Um…well I'm in my first year as a music production major…but my third year in college in general.”

Your mouth fell open slightly.

“You're…21..?”

He nodded softly.

“You're not?” He asked in almost a whispered tone.

“NO?? I'm 19!”

“Oh! Wow. I didn't know they mixed up the ages when assigning us to dorm buildings.”

“Me neither!??!”

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. You were the first one to speak up through your giggles.

“You've been going here for 3 years and you didn't know either??”

He chuckled for a few seconds longer before taking in a breath and responding.

“I don't know! My roommates have always been in the same year as me and I'm not really the type to socialise with the neighbours.”

You giggled softly and he smiled widely at you, his eyes holding emotions you couldn't quite place, and you couldn't deny how much you wanted to just dive into them and find out every little detail about him.

“...Well I'm glad you decided to socialise with me, at least…” You mumbled before you even thought about it, shifting your arm to lay on the back of the couch as well, your fingers dangerously close to brushing against his.

He looked down at the floor with a shy smile before bringing his soft gaze back to you.

“...Me too…You're really cool, y/n…” Your heart skipping when he said your name was already more than you expected, but when the tip of his index finger brushed against your knuckle oh so lightly, it was as if a lightning bolt just ran through your body. Before you knew it, you'd yanked your hand away and were standing upright, fighting a blush quickly overtaking your face. Silence passed between you two for a few seconds, although it felt much much longer as you stood facing away and rubbing at the spot on your knuckle that he had touched.

“...Um…S-Sorry, I thought-”

“I-It's okay! I just…remembered I have class again in the morning, y’know?” You chuckled shyly, turning to face him despite the insanely obvious redness in your cheeks, which he definitely noticed as his cheeks slowly began taking on the same red colour.

“O-oh! R-Right!” He quickly stood, looking around and thinking for a moment.

“Uh…You can sleep in my bed if you want.”

Your blush only deepened as you stared at him, his words replaying in your head endlessly.

“...Huh?”

He just stared at you for a moment slightly confused before it hit him what you were thinking, his face growing so red that you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

“OH! NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, GOD NO!” He slapped his hands over his face and you could've sworn you heard him mutter “idiot!” before sighing and dropping his hands again. “I meant…you sleep in my bed, and I sleep on the couch.”

“O-oh! That makes more sense…” You giggled shyly, looking down at the ground. “But…I'm fine sleeping on the couch y'know? I don't wanna like steal your bed…”

“It's fine!” He hurriedly responded. “Really! I don't mind.”

You looked at the small couch guiltily.

“...It doesn't look very comfortable…”

He followed you gaze to the couch before looking across the room and then back to you.

“Then…I can sleep in Hunter's bed! Would that make you feel better? And before you say anything, he won’t mind, so don't worry.”

You couldn't help but giggle about how he seemingly knew the next way in which you'd protest. He'd successfully removed every reason for you to deny his offer and all you could do was smile up at him.

“Well…how can I say no to that?” You giggled and he smiled widely, looking back at you with that adoring look once again and you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter.

“...A-Anyways…” you mumbled, cheeks almost hurting from how much you'd smiled already tonight, “I'll um…go to sleep, if that's okay?”

He nodded, smiling.

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course.”

“Is there anything you need from your room before I go in?”

He thought for a moment before shaking his head.

“You're all good.” He said softly. “It's just that door on the left, there.”

“Thanks…” You muttered softly, picking your bag up and carrying it over to the door. You heard him sigh and mumble something to himself as you entered his room, but you couldn't make it out, and honestly you were too distracted to care. It was like a million different emotions were running through you at once. You felt weird but also giddy, excited, wired, flustered, happy, anxious, nervous, shy, etc etc. Pretty much any feeling you could imagine.

You softly shut the door to his bedroom and looked around, feeling strange to be in a boy's- well…man’s bedroom, especially without the man himself present. But it also felt strangely comfortable; not all that messy but also not insanely spotless so at least you could rule out psychopath, just a few shirts here and there and a used cup sitting on one of the side tables by the bed.

You set your bag down in the corner and rummaged through to find the shirt you wore to class stuffed into the bottom, thanking your past self for feeling lazy and just throwing on a pair of jeans and a kind of oversized shirt earlier that morning. You hastily changed out of your work clothes and into the shirt, before realising you'd either have to sleep in jeans, which honestly sounded like a nightmare, or sleep in Minjae's bed in just your shirt with no pants on, the thought making your stomach flip as you stared over at the soft grey duvet blanketing his bed. You sighed, ignoring the heat re-entering your cheeks, and decided on the latter option, placing your phone on the end table before climbing into the bed. You sunk into the mattress, the bed being surprisingly comfier than your one back in your room. “I thought we all got the same bed??” You thought, pondering how his felt so much softer. You turned over onto your side and pressed your face into the pillow. “Even this pillow is softer…” You took a deep breath in, the fabric of his sheets smelling exactly how you thought they would: like a man. Y'know, sandalwood, musk, maybe a hint of lavender and fabric softener. It was nice. It had really been a while since you'd been in a man’s bed. You thought back to your exes and shuddered before flipping over onto your other side and reaching to turn the lamp off, the room being consumed with darkness as you sighed and let your eyes close softly.

The harsh sound of a phone alarm pierced your dreams and your eyes fluttered open, hand already reaching for your phone on the side tables to silence what had disturbed your slumber. You tapped the screen and rolled over, groaning as you buried your face into the pillow. It took breathing in the unfamiliar scented sheets for you to finally remember where you were, quickly shooting up and looking around the dim room, lit only by a weak streak of light coming from under the door. “Minjae's room. Minjae.”

“...It's way too early to feel this flustered…” You mumbled as you lightly slapped your slowly reddening cheeks, before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and unsteadily picking yourself up. Yawning softly, you grabbed your phone and turned it on to see the time, squinting as the bright, white light filled your vision. “7am…I wonder if she's home yet…”

You quickly slipped your jeans from yesterday back on before creeping out of the room, your eyes meeting Minjae's back as he rummaged through the fridge. You stepped forward shyly.

“Um…Morning…”

“Oh!” He turned around, another container of food in his hands that he then placed on the counter. “H-Hey…um…sleep okay?”

You nodded softly, stepping up to the counter to see what he had.

“When is your class?” He pried open the container of what seemed to be scrambled eggs bacon before popping it into the microwave.

“O-Oh..9am. But my roommate should be home by then, if she isn't already.”

He smiled softly, eyes dropping to the ground.

“I see…”

A slightly awkward silence passed between the two of you, only being broken by the sound of the microwave beeping and him taking out his breakfast.

“Hungry?” He asked as he placed the warmed up breakfast on the counter and retrieved a fork from a drawer.

“Oh, no no. It's okay, you have it. I already ate your curry yesterday…”

He chuckled softly.

“I don't mind, y’know? Plus I'd already eaten dinner by the time you showed up.” He pushed the container towards you a small amount and you quickly pushed it back.

“N-No, really, you eat. I'll have something quick before class.”

He smiled and nodded before finally digging into the eggs. You took a good look at his face, more or less the same as yesterday; soft hair falling effortlessly over his forehead, thick black glasses sat low on his nose, with the addition of his skin seeming glossier than yesterday and you suddenly wondered if he had a morning skin care routine or something. “That would explain why he's so…beautiful…”

You thought, turning away and looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He was the same as yesterday, but with a certain ‘morning’ charm to him, not to mention the extra roughness his already deep voice had taken on that you were trying so desperately to ignore since the moment he'd opened his mouth to greet you a few minutes ago.

“So,” He suddenly snapped you out of your trance and you looked back over to him just in time to see his eyes trail down to your legs and back up to your face in a way that made your heart stutter, “was it comfortable sleeping in jeans?” He said with a slight chuckle. You felt a slight warmth enter your face as you remembered your whole inner conflict from last night.

“O-Oh, I didn't…sleep in these…”

He looked slightly confused for a moment before smirking.

“Did you really sleep in that business-y pencil skirt that I'm assuming was your work uniform?” He shovelled another bite of egg into his mouth, keeping his eyes on you as your face only grew redder.

“N-No…”

He chewed slowly and you could practically see the thoughts in his head trying to put things together.

“...Do you…carry spare clothes with you…?”

You shook your head before burying your face in your hands. You couldn't see his face but you could easily hear the fluster in his voice as it clicked in his head.

“...Oh…f-forget I asked…”

You felt so embarrassed. You were sure he thought you were a weirdo for treating his bed like it was yours. Either that or incredibly naive and innocent. “...Totally just ruined my chances-…”

You blushed even harder, something you didn't even think was possible.

“...Why did I think that…? I just met this guy!”

Your brain felt like a battlezone as you took a deep breath in and out before sliding your hands off of your face, only to turn and see his face also littered with a splotchy redness that you couldn't deny was so cute.

Luckily your phone that you had placed in your jean pocket vibrated, breaking the awkward silence that felt like a crushing weight that you couldn't hold for much longer. You quickly fished it out, seeing a text from your roommate reading:

“I’m home and I brought breakfast if you want.”

You sighed and quickly typed a response before slipping your phone back in your pocket.

“I should go. My roommate just got home.”

You smiled shyly as he finished up his food and pushed the container to the side before clearing his throat.

“O-Oh, y-yeah yeah…of course…”

The air still felt awkward and tense, like there were words between the two of you going unsaid, either one of you too afraid to speak them aloud.

“I'll...just grab my stuff.”

He nodded and you walked back to his room to grab your bag, feeling a weird pressure in your chest that you couldn’t quite place.

You hauled the bag back to where he was now standing by the door, ready to see you out. You slowed to a stop in front of him, looking down at the floor and fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“So…um…thanks. For everything.”

You looked up at him with a soft shy smile and he turned away as soon as you made eye contact, his ears quickly beginning to burn up.

“O-Of course! I-I couldn't just leave you out there…”

You giggled softly and he turned back, chuckling along and scratching the back of his neck shyly.

“Hey…if you ever need a place to stay again for…whatever reason…I'll always welcome you here.”

Your smile grew at his words.

“Thank you, Minjae…” You said quietly, your eyes taking in his pretty features as you felt your hand almost unconsciously grab your phone from your pocket.

“If it's okay…can I get your number?” You felt the blush return to your cheeks again as his eyes slowly widened. “J-Just in case…” You quickly stuttered out as if trying to soften the flirty tension your own words created.

He nodded and carefully took your phone into his hands, you having opened up your contacts so he could add his in.

“...Just in case…” He repeated in almost a whisper, fighting a smile pulling at his lips.

After a few quiet seconds of him tapping at your phone screen, he handed it back, and you just stared for a moment at the contact screen reading 'Minjae', the sight making you smile for some reason.

“Well…” you put your phone back in your pocket and smiled at him, “I should get going…”

You slowly turned and opened the door, stepping into the much colder hallway compared to the warmth of standing next to him.

“S-See you lat-”

“W-Wait!” His hand suddenly came around and grasped the edge of the door just as you began closing it, pulling it back open enough for him to look you in the eyes. You just gazed up at him, wide eyed from being so caught off guard.

“...Are you…d-do you…” he stuttered and you blinked nervously, waiting for him to continue.

“D-Do you have a boyfriend?” When he finally got the words out, you felt your breath catch and your heart almost stop. You couldn't fight the immense heat immediately taking over your face, but you felt comfortable in knowing that his looked just about as red as yours.

The light that entered his eyes as you shook your head made you melt with how endearing he seemed, a wide smile he couldn't hide quickly overtaking his features.

“O-oh! W-Well…g-good to know!” He exclaimed almost a little too loudly, forcing you to stifle a giggle. “I-I'll see you later then, y/n…”

You nodded with a smile and he pushed the door closed, leaving you in a sort of daze in the hallway, staring a hole into his door.

“Uh…earth to y/n?” You were startled by a sudden voice behind you and turned to see your roommate poking her head out of your dorm room. “Woah, dude, are you okay? Your face is super red.”

You felt embarrassed and shy, but all of that was overtaken by the unfiltered joy and excitement overtaking your heart and mind.

“Mhmm…I'm awesome…”

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@chocoeon @hyunukitty @ihyeokzu @cake1box @chiiyuuvv @shortnstupid @dogyunslover

[evelhak]

Would anyone be interested in beta-/proofreading my KnB fic series?

(Spreading the word helps too. 🙏🏻)

Unfortunately I lost both of my beta-readers due to dramatic life changes a couple of years ago, and I've been doing my best to manage on my own but it's becoming a struggle.

There must be someone out there who craves for the same kind of intense longfic as I do, to get immersed in, and would like to be a part of it.

Plus there are some new/returning KnB people around recently, so who knows? Maybe one of you, who would already be interested in reading an insanely long fic for your own enjoyment, would like to devote, probably a few hours a month or so (I don't have a strict schedule), to relieving the writer's anxiety before they post a new chapter? I'm not looking for anything super in-depth. Basically just another pair of eyes to help me fix:

1. Scenes/sentences/word choices that are too confusing.

2. Factual errors.

3. Typos, grammar mistakes etc.

Low pressure, basically just anything that catches your attention as out of place or needing clarification. Definitely not asking for perfection or anything that you wouldn't catch on the first round of reading. I'm just looking to reduce mistakes I can't catch on my own.

I guess the chances of me finding anyone who is already reading the series (since to my knowledge my long-term readers never came from Tumblr in the first place) are pretty low, so

What will you get if you take a chance on me/The Other Things series?

Aside from a devoted friend (who will also always be ready for in-depth KnB talk)...

🏀 basically a lifetime supply of KagaKuro, seasoned with AoMomo, MidoTaka and other less prominent and at times rare ships (Stay tuned for Yagi Yuuta/Male OC) and also a lot of supporting OCs who exist for reasons other than shipping, including several characters' family members

🏀 one detailed and elaborate version of the main KnB characters' life journeys/basically an enormous character study

🏀 a very psychologically explicit story <- a pair of words (reader approved xD) I recently came up with to describe the emotional intensity that sometimes takes people by surprise

🏀 so much slice of life, so much dialogue, so much angst and fluff, so, so much character development that is definitely earned the hard way

🏀 snail speed slow-burn, I am not kidding, but intense love scenes and also no smut for over a million words but once we get there I promise it's worth it

🏀 so much intertextuality, myths, fairytales, analogies, symbolism that you can reread and reread if you want and I'm sure you'll keep finding new connections

🏀 a lot of fun stuff like our dorks in a group chat, disaster house parties and basketball idiots playing quadball, tons of everyday silliness

🏀 heart wrenching stuff and psychological depiction of hardship, personal growth as well as different kinds of relationships

🏀 deep-dives into topics including mental and physical health, dysfunctional family dynamics, a variety of queer experiences, neurodiversity and more, and particularly characters struggling with how complex things are

🏀 at times counterintuitive interpretations of canon but everything is in one way or another, canon-based or canon-inspired

🏀 to read seven fics before you actually get to beta-read the new stuff😇

Send me a DM if you're interested! 🩵

You can also try and decide it wasn't your thing. The series can be found here on AO3.

[babyniigo]

I’m sorry I send you so many requests I’m just obsessed with your writing and how you portray these characters which are so close to my heart

<3<3<3<3<3

What do you think about Rui and An comforting Mizuki after… Y’know. Like I know she disappeared from the real world. But what if she’s still messaging and calling them? Like for almost a week it’s just Rui and A worried sick. But then suddenly they’re in a group chat with a baby who can barely type, she doesn’t want to see them in person because she feels so yucky :( Bonus points that Rui and An aren’t extremely close so they’re sorta caught off guard by each other but work together easily for the babies sake

Rui and An comforting Little! Mizuki p.1!

part 1, part 2 here ♡

I think all of the Kamiyama roof friendgroup get worried when Mizuki disappears from the face of earth...

An and Rui especially bond over this and seek comfort in each other because mizuki is both their best friend and they're so worried ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა

After a week they both get added into a gc and it's just:

"cmeee

pls m scared...

It's Mizuki and they rush over to her house immediately.

The sight that greets them breaks their heart. Mizuki looks so visibly pale and sick, her hair is tucked under an oversized hoodie and she is wearing oversized pants. Her eyes are bloodshed red with tears and she just looks so miserable ૮₍•᷄ ༝ •᷅₎ა

Immediately, they both rush in and An swoops her into her arms, holding her so tight and telling her how worried she is ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

And Rui, being so obervant over Mizuki immetiately realises there is something wrong- and hence realizes she is regressed. ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

He immediately hints it at An and they rush to care for Mizuki

The poor girl is so malnourished, having not eaten in a week and she had gotten sick. ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა

An helps her into a bath, letting Mizuki soak in the water, adding so many bubbles while washing Mizuki's hair for her softly ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

Mizuki however changes alone because she can't stand the sight of herself, or even anyone seeing her TT

After that she sits besides Rui who cuddles her tight, while A prepares her a healthy stew to get something in her tummy. ૮₍˵ • ꤮ ก˵ ₎ა

While Mizuki sits in Rui's arms, cuddling into his warmth, An cooes at her softly and spoon feeds her the stew, blowing on it and trying to make silly airplane sounds to cheer up Mizu!!!

Rui also does his best to talk to her softly, and converse with An to try and create a cozy environment for Mizuki to relax in after whatever had happened to her. ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

Together with teamwork, the nurse Mizuki back into health as much as they can. ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

When they try to check on her or get her to talk her eyes only tear up and she collapses into An's arms, crying yet again ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა

Rui and A both hold her so tight, giving her so much love and affection and comfort that she needs until she can feel even the slightest of bits better໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১♡♡♡

[barcalover86]

My heart can't take it-Pablo Gavi

Part 2 here

Summary: Pablo trying to live with the idea that you can never be his.

This is my favourite one. Read this🤍

Pure fluff + a little of angst

Pablito in love..

Masterlist

You were Aurora's friend, that being the reason you and Gavi met. Since the first time he saw you, he couldn't take his eyes off you. Since then, even if his friends were pushing him at some club to go talk to some girl, he would refuse, only thinking about you.

You were his sister friend, that being one of the reasons he never told anyone that his feelings are going crazy because of you.

You weren't a flirty girl at all, but the sweetest person that someone could meet. You were so nice to everyone, smiling and laughing almost all the time.

Pablo loves your smile. How your teeth are showing when you find happiness. You were the most optimistic girl he ever met and in everything you saw something good.

Now, your friends group and Pablo's were at the beach, in Barcelona. It was already late, the sunset being seen. You were chatting with your friends when you asked Aurora if she could take some photos of you with the sunset. The truth is that it was one of the most beautiful sunsets you've ever seen and you wanted to capture the moment.

She agreed and you two went in the water so that the pictures would be more prettier. You went to the other part of the beach, walking for about 10 minutes, wanting to be alone. You were shy to pose when people were looking at you and Rora didn't mind to walk with you.

You were talking about girl stuff and how you would want to be the pictures.

When the two of you drift from the others slowly, Pablo was watching you. He couldn't take his eyes off your beautiful figure that was shining in the sunset. The kindness of your soul made you even beautiful than you already were.

He slowly went after you and sat at some stone to watch what you two were doing. He wanted to be there if something was happening to his sister and you.

While you were posing for the photos, you couldn't help but laugh. He loves that sound. It's something that if he would hear, would instantly make his day better than ever.

"Y/n, stay serious! We'll stay here forever!!" His sister smiled at your silliness.

The sunset really was beautiful, but for Gavi, you were the most beautiful thing ever. How could he fall in love with you. Someone that he knows that doesn't feel the same way.

You two never even really talked. You never payed attention to him at all, only the bare minimum. You were saying to him "hola" or "goodbye", but never hugged or stayed at least next to each other.

One time, you asked Pablo if he could give you your phone who was closer to him. When he gave it to you, he blushed so hard that he had to hide his face so no one could see him. That was the closest thing he did with you.

He never touched you or feel your skin on his and that made him so sad.

After Aurora showed you the photos she took of you, she left leaving you alone in the water, telling her that you want to look at the sunset for some time.

Now, Gavi was really concerned. He was ready to jump for you if something happened to you. While you were swimming, he was looking at you. All his emotions got him and now his eyes were tearing. How could he fall in love with you..someone that never really looked at him, someone that never payed attention to him. For her, he was only her friend's brother.

When you were done swimming, you got out and went to your friends to chat again. Your voice was calming for him.

He decided to stay where he was for a few more minutes to calm himself done. Why was he so stupid for loving her? She clearly doesn't feel the same way, she doesn't even consider him as her friend.

"Where's Pablo?" asked Aurora

"He is at the stones. He was looking for y/n so that nothing happens to her. Don't tell him you know that from me" her boyfriend told her.

"Oh, really?" You asked shocked.

You didn't expect him to look after you. You didn't even see him standing there. You two never talked much and his behaviour was weird, but you appreciated it a lot and decided to thank him when he'll come back.

After a long time, he came to his friend group, far away from you. You went to him and he thought that you could hear his heart beat pounding faster than ever with each step you took to come closer to him.

"Hola" you said with a soft smile on your face.

The clasic hola.

"Hola" he replied softly with a shaky voice.

God, he was so cute when he was nervous.

"Thank you for looking out for me back there. I appreciate your concern for me"

At this moment, he didn't even realise that you know that he was trying to protect you. He was only concentrating on the fact that you talked to him...more than ever.

He only smiled not saying anything more.

"Want to come with me swimming so that you can be closer if anything happens to me?" you said while laughing sweetly.

Ah, your laughter

Pablo wanted to say yes with all his heart, but one of your friends said that it was really late and you should head home.

He was now really sad and angry because faith never let him be with you.

You were sad and wanting to apologise to him, but he spoke first.

"It's alright, it's not like we would have talked "

You could hear his heart breaking while he was saying those words to you.

"Lo siento, Gavi"

You said his name for the first time and that made him a bit happier. You knew his name.

You went to pack your things while again, he was looking at you with sad eyes.

He was so hurt and when you left, he started to cry. No one ever saw him like that, not even his sister. They went to see what happened to their friend, but answers couldn't be found because he didn't want to talk at all. They only hugged him trying to calm him down.

He knew that this was the last moment with you, because after this day, you were going at your normal lifestyle.

Being polite to him and saying the bare minimum, but not giving him any attention. This love can really destroy people. And the love he was feeling for you, was one of the strongest that ever exists.

He loves that you are nice, but he wanted you to be nice to him..and only to him.

All night he imagined how would have been if you two had got to the ocean. Kissing while the sunset was behind and how your hands would have been in his hair and his hands on your waist and cheek.

He couldn't even think that you would ever think about him, but at night, you dreamed about him. About how he was there, looking out for you while being alone in the ocean. How he would have reacted if you actually were in danger. Your mind couldn't stop thinking about him. His face, his eyes, his hands..his lips.

What got into you all of the sudden?

Ahh, how was this??