#wah wah choose a different name its too similar to your brothers wah wah why are you trying to be him

[aromantic-karamatsu]

"wah wah your name is too similar to your siblings can I just call you a nickname? 🥺"

Like fuck off I don't base decisions in my trans journey off of my sibling, I like the name because of a YouTuber I used to follow just use my birth name for fucks sake not a stupid nickname 😒

[ktheist]

02 — show me yours & i’ll show you mine | m

➙ muses. seokjin x college student / gamer!reader ft. best friend! taehyung

➙ genre. best friend’s brother au. university au. working au. fwb au.

➙ word. 1.9k

➙ warnings. explicit content. oral (f receiving).

➙ index. 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05  | 06 | finale | side story 1 |

➙ synopsis. 

“can we have morning sex?”

“not today.”

x

“is that my brother’s shirt?” is the first thing kim taehyung says to you after a whole night of you declaring war against him for choosing his girlfriend over you.

your body clock’s designed in a way where no matter how late you go to sleep, you’ll always wake up at 8 in the morning. the question of whether you can go back to bed or not varies. like right now, when your stomach is grumbling because it’s decided to deem that the spicy carbonara ramen you had has lost its sustaining-abilities.

“uh, is that a woman-choosing, best friend-abandoning human i see?” you say, eyes squinted at said human.

“whatever,” that seems to have taken taehyung’s interest off the creme colored sweater hanging off your shoulders and way past your butt. you could’ve not word shorts when you went out to get yourself a bowl of cereal. mainly because the brothers have a similar habit of sleeping in until the sun’s shining directly into their faces and they’d have no choice but to wake up - that is, in the event that they forgot to shut the blinds.

“what are you doing up anyway?” you ask but it’s a no-brainer because every friday night, kim taehyung and you would never fail to release a week’s worth of pent up frustrations over playing video games until the crack of dawn, “don’t tell me you haven’t slept.”

“unlike some people, i’ve got things to do,” he steals away the bowl of cereal you just finished preparing for yourself, “places to be.”

you can’t even get mad at his brazenness, not when those eyebags make him look like he’ll pass out with one swing of your punch. and you do punch like a girl - besides the fact that you are one, it’s already a settled fact that you’re really not fond of the idea of wasting your energy on something pointless - so you tend to give the least amount of energy for, for instance - if you do choose to - punching kim taehyung who’s walking away with your bowl of cereal.

so you fix yourself a new bowl, savoring it while watching an episode of the tale of nine-tailed and spending the entire morning catching up to the latest episode. it’s only until half an hour past noon, do you strut back into seokjin’s room, noticing the lump under the sheets now shifting with a sign of wakefulness.

“morning!” you greet, hearing the sound of hymns trickling into chuckles as seokjin pushes the sheet off his face and steals a glance at the uncalled for being that’s perched on top of him.

“you’re up early,” he remarks, arms stretched over his head, muscles flexing deliciously.

“can we have morning sex?” you put on your best smile, lashes fluttering in what you hope to be a coquettish manner rather than someone who looks like they have dust in both their eyes.

“not today,” he says but his large hand latches on your right breast, massaging with a expertise before pinching on your nipple and making you jump in surprise.

“ah!”

but before you get to complain, he’s pulling you down and engulfing you into a warm but shirtless hug (on his part at least).

“not fair,” you pout but snuggle closer anyway, forehead leaning against his chest.

but it’s short-lived because thunderous footsteps start echoing in the hallway and sounding dangerously close with each passing second. for a split second, you watch seokjin watch you, panic spreading across his face before your hands instinctively push him away. then the panic dissolves into alarm as he calls your name, accompanied by another timber-like voice that’s shouting out the same syllables.

“___!”

and then your butt hits the ground, then your back and your head at the same time.

“whew chile, that sounds painful, you okay?” taehyung sounds concern, but he doesn’t take any step towards you to further assert your head - you could’ve had a concussion for all he knows!

“um, gee thanks for making sure,” you want to roll your eyes, but you’re too busy rubbing the spot where your head made contact with the floor.

but seokjin, ever the thoughtful person, is already climing over the bed and pulling you up with one heave.

“why are you shirtless?” taehyung suddenly inquires.

 the cozy creme sweater clinging onto your body feeling immensely inadequate as you ice up. he looks between you and his brother, screws twisting in that head of his before he asks another question.

“is that really my brother’s shirt?” his eyes scream concluded assumption.

well, it’s true, but-

“would you give me your sweater if i said i was cold?” you don’t give him a chance to respond, “no. right. so shut up. what do you want anyway? hurry up cause i wanna take a nap.”

“let’s play, the squad wanna go one more round with you before we all go to sleep,” he says, the matter of why seokjin is shirtless or if it’s really said man’s shirt you’re wearing now no longer a matter of importance.

you like how his brain works.

“the fuck? you came all the way here just for that?” you narrow your eyes, as if visually asking him if he knows whether he’s making sense or not but you get up anyway, walking towards your laptop that’s perched on the desk where you left it last night.

your friends greet you with less enthusiasm than they did last night - everyone sounded like they either need sleep or need a fuck. there’s no clear answer to what they need but you guess you’re up for one game.

“alright losers, let’s geddit.” your cheer is met with groans and tired version of ‘wooo’s and ‘yeah’s.

five minutes into the game, you feel a peck on your cheek and a smiling kim seokjin gazing down at you with bed hair and puffy cheeks. the smile you offer him back is fleeting because you have a character to maintain and a team to support. this time, you choose the supporting role while hoseok takes on the fighter role.

once you realize that the figure casting a shadow over you remains still and unmoving, you peek up at him for the briefest seconds to ask ‘what?’.

you’re only met with a higher tug of his lips.

and then he falls down on his knee - and you don’t even have the chance to wrap your head around it when he grabs hold of your ankle and spread your legs apart. lifting your ass up as he pulls down your shorts seem to be a muscle response than your brain actually understanding what’s happening. but by the time it does, seokjin’s face is already buried deep between your thighs.

“wah- yikes!” you manage to divert your surprise to the enemy that came on screen, forcing out a laugh, “th-that was a close one, whew i was about to die.”

“the fuck? you already had 8 hours of sleep what are you messing up for?” taehyung says into your headphone.

seokjin licking a strip up your love nub.

but that doesn’t stop you from retorting, “oh my god, did i tell you to play all night and not sl- sleep?” you bite back, barely managing to end your sentence with a consistent amount of sarcasm when the tip of seokjin’s tongue slips into your entrance.

“okay, okay, we’re all a little sensitive here,” jeongguk, the most competitive and non-losing-accepting out of the five of you actually tries to placate.

oh, you’re sensitive alright.

then he says something about how “we’re a team” and “if you wanna fight, fight the enemy team.” or something. you’re not so sure because you’re too busy clasping your hand against your mouth whilst trying to dish out healing powers to your team that’s fighting a few feet in front of you as seokjin tugs on your thighs, positioning them in an angle where his tongue can reach deeper inside you, so much so that your ass is almost hanging off the air.

“fine,” you almost choke on your supposedly vindictive reply as your toes begin to curl, back arching as the only sound that manages to escape you is a sob-like whimper whilst sparks erupt from the depth of your stomach and course through your veins like sweet, sweet poison.

seokjin kisses the inside of your thigh once your breathing slows down and you’re slumping on the chair like you have no energy left in you. jimin’s voice demanding you to cover for him barely registering in your brain as you click an ability that showers him with a protection spell.

“sorry, got distracted,” you say into the mic simply before hearing jimin’s “it’s okay, nobody died.”

literally.

if anyone of you died, it would’ve definitely been on you. last night, you got away with saying you weren’t in your ‘zone’ but today, your underperformance will be the reason you get kicked out of the squad for good. probably.

and because you’re under fire, you can’t stop seokjin when he slips away and out of the room, leaving you to make up for your mini blunder.

the game lasts a good 20 minutes before the golden symbol of victory flash across your screen and more energetic sheers erupt in your headphones. everyone starts bidding each other farewell and ‘good night losers’s before the headphones go quiet.

only then, do you bound down the hallway and into the kitchen where you know the reason of the sizzling, salivating scent is because of kim seokjin. a still shirtless kim seokjin with his beautiful, broad back on you as he chops something on the chopping board and gracefully pours it into whatever he’s cooking.

“that wasn’t fair - you should at least give me a warning,” you stand with your arms crossed over your chest.

“did the enemy you go against give you a warning before ambushing you?” he asks in a matter of factly, teasing smirk on his lips that makes your heart go flip flop.

he’s never smiled at you like that before.

“that’s- that’s different,” you refuse to back down, “they couldn’t even if they wanted to because the system doesn’t let us communicate with the enemy team.”

he nods whilst stirring the - you’d peeked - fried rice that’s sizzling in the pan, “i did give you a warning.”

“um where?” you can fee your eyebrows knitting together.

“the kiss,” he taps his cheek twice before shutting off the stove, devious smirk playing on his lips.

“i thought that was a bona fide peck!” 

“that’s on you,” he shrugs, pouring the fried rice into four plates, “like namjoon says - never assume.”

“okay, maybe he did say that,” you concur, taking a seat across from him where he places the plate and offers you a fork and a spoon that he took out from their respective drawers under the counter.

“something smells good,” taehyung comes popping out from the hallway, bowl of empty cereal in hand as his eyes light up at the sight of the two other plates placed between you and seokjin, almost as if knowing that the only other thing that coud summon the kim brothers out from their dwelling is seokjin’s cooking.

“i’m starving,” namjoon announces, seconds apart from taehyung’s assertion.

so you have breakfast - or lunch, really - together like you would. just four kids from the same hometown who found home in each other’s presence.

you might’ve found something else that you like in seokjin’s pants - but that’s besides the point.

x

note. and here we go for the 2nd installment! hope yall enjoyed!

taglist. @scalubera​ @aretha170​

[misaki-yunyun]

For @klashta-neali,

(Xiyao is next ^^)

Ningxian

-When Wei Wuxian first praised him for his archery, Wen Ning never felt so *warm* in his life.

-He loved his sister, yes, and he knew she did, too. But all the time he remembered her yelling at him from getting the wrong herbs and her sighs didn't help him in any way with his stuttering and shy self.

-Even if he knew they were healers, not killers, it still hurt when the other Wen Sect Members would look down on him and laugh at his incompetence.

-So, after so long, hearing someone praise him honestly like that, a genuine smile on face and not laughing at him, Wen Ning felt happy.

-So, so much happy, he felt a pleasant curling at his chest even if his shyness made him initially hide from the other.

-Wei Wuxian was his (courtesy) name, and Wen Ning gave his own name.

-At first, what he felt for Wei Wuxian was platonic respect, *gratefulness*, not even once the thought of being romantically involved with him crossing his mind.

-Of course, he did risky things for him, but to Wen Ning, helping Wei Wuxian was something that came naturally despite all the embarrassment he had to go through of.

-(Jumping on the lake at Lotus Pier might have been rather reckless, Wen Ning thinks.)

-But, but… Had he really the right to be next to him? He, for all worst and bad, did help in burning the Lotus Pier no matter how much he did not want to.

-Wen Ning felt a fear then, for surely Wei Wuxian would resent him. All the clans resented the Wens, even the ones that didn't have a shed of blood on their hands.

-Wei Wuxian didn't, but he was slight distrustful of him at first. His home, his companions, Madam Yu and Uncle Jiang had been burned down to ashes because of the Wens, of course he would be. Wen Ning, however, for all his timid demeanor, wasn't a coward.

-So, he helped him because, because…

-... Why he couldn't answer that? Was it simply because Wei Wuxian had been kind to him and recognized his skills? This might have been far too simply, but it made Wen Ning feel like he had a debt-- no, that he should support him no matter what.

-Because, to someone like Wen Ning, that small praise and him standing up for him was something he couldn't ever forget. But it wasn't because he was indebted to him, but because he…

-He liked him. He wanted to be his friend, someone he could trust even though Wen Ning knew he was insignificant compared to him; a Wen no matter how distant he was from the main branch, weak cultivation, couldn't even hit the bull’s eye at other people’s presence.

-Wei Wuxian will give you that, he didn't recall Wen Ning when he first helped him hide from those Wen Dogs, but then he squinted and had a brief flashback of a youth with teal eyes.

-Wei Wuxian had doubts on whether he should trust him or not, but he upon analysing him better, he knew Wen Ning was honest in his desire to help him.

-Then, he met esteemed healer Wen Qing and briefly wondered how they could be related.

-... They somewhat reminded him of Jiang Cheng and Shijie, yet were far too different.

-Wen Qing was fierce and strong, Wei Wuxian could tell that at first sight. Like Jiang Cheng, with his sharp eyes and straight face. But that was where the similarities ended for them.

-Wen Ning was kind and nice, but his shyness wasn't something his Shijie had, and their smiles were different. Shijie’s was… open to everyone see and bright, but Wen Ning’s was hesitant and reserved, as if he was scared that smiling at him would bring consequences in any way.

-But he was a nice guy, and tried to help heal Jiang Cheng and himself even as he used the wrong dose to a medicine or bandaged him messly.

-Wen Qing proved herself to be reliable and firmly set in not joining the slaughter the other Wens were at.

-Wei Wuxian felt relieved in meeting them, he realized one day. They helped him distract himself from the burning despair inside him, made him feel like he had a new family, another little brother and older sister.

-It was going to be fine, he reassured himself. He could do this, despairing and sadness won't bring him any good, it won't make the Wens at Lotus Pier *drop down and die*, it won't bring Madam Yu and Uncle Jiang back.

-The medicine felt much more bitter on his tongue at the remembrance.

-After giving up his golden core to Jiang Cheng (He deserves it, he is the Sect Leader now, he is his best friend and brother), Wei Wuxian felt… empty, at first.

-It reminded him of the times as a street kid that had to fight dogs for scraps of food. Why? He just felt so… weak, suddenly.

-He could starve now, his body was far more fragile now and he couldn't use cultivation anymore.

-Wen Ning had given him a concerned, helpless look when he thought he wasn't looking, but Wei Wuxian simply turned to him and smiled.

-’It is alright, I was the one to make this choice. I will face the consequences, now.’

-The unspoken words between could be understood, even if Wen Ning didn't really knew him that well.

-“Wei Gongzi…” “Come on, don't call me that.”

-Wei Wuxian laughed, albeit quieter than usual. Such a cute little thing, Wen Ning was.

-Of course, he knew they needed to leave soon. Wen Qing suggested they should leave Yunmeng as soon as possible to seek refuge-- She noticed him of other Wens that weren't involved in the war.

-But Wei Wuxian couldn't leave Jiang Cheng alone. He knew he had Shijie but… He swore to be at his side. They would be the Twin Heroes of Yunmeng.

-Wei Wuxian never thought that he would broke this promise, when Wen Ning said *those* words.

-Wen Ning started feeling more and more nervous around Wei Wuxian, but not the way he would he around anyone else normally.

-His stomach knotted and he felt like like butterflies were dancing there with all the churning.

-As they walked side-by-side (“You're not my servant or anything, we're friends, so it's okay to walk next to me, y’know?” “B-but--” “No buts!”), Wen Ning couldn't help but smile shyly as he looked down. He felt so happy around the other, it is the first time he liked to be with someone so much, outside of his family.

-It was always so hard to make friends to him.

-But Wei Wuxian was bright (now darkened by the tragedies he went through, but still smiled and always was going forward) and talked to him as if they knew each other for years.

-He should have payed attention to his surroundings more, huh.

-Wen Ning stumbled on a rock mid way and let out a small ‘Wah!’ as he fell next to Wei Wuxian, who let out a surprised sound of his own as Wen Ning fell on him.

-Wen Ning felt like screeching and apologizing-- Until he saw the beautiful man (awfully bold of you to believe I am not into cliché tropes) beneath him and his breath caught up evenly.

-How-- how did he never notice it before?

-“Wen Ning? You there?” “Y-yes!” “Mind getting off me or…?” “Of course!”

-Wen Ning stood up in an instant, nervously offering a hand to help Wei Wuxian, whose response was to eye it for a while before holding it and help himself standing up.

-“Your clothes are dirty…” “It's black, nobody will notice.”

-After that, they walked in silence, Wei Wuxian wondering if he did something wrong.

-Wen Ning confessed a week after.

-Wei Wuxian stood frozen, then he accepted. Because, didn't he love Wen Ning? Even if he wondered how the hell Wen Ning had… had feelings for him (and Wei Wuxian become confused and didn't understand it), Wei Wuxian just… didn't think of saying no.

-It definitely wasn't out of pity (Wei Wuxian would never degrade Wen Ning’s feelings like that), yet he didn't feel like anything other than taking in gladly the confession, stumbling and nervous, yet full of determination and courage (those that almost everyone overlooked because of Wen Ning’s meekness. But Wei Wuxian knew better.)

-Wen Ning awkwardly tried holding hands with him, blushing as he thought on what Wen Qing would think of this whole affair. Wei Wuxian had chuckled, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

-Wei Wuxian dragged him to one town one day and buyed them a matching pair of hairpins, one silver with small blue jewels (they reminded him of Wen Ning’s eyes, and definitely planned to use that to tease the other), a plum motif adding to its beautification as short threads that carried the same blue stones jingled like bells.

-Wen Ning had hesitantly choosed a much simpler one; a white jade hairpin. Not much, but beautiful nonetheless.

-Wen Qing was suspicious as Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian came to her later that day, wearing jewelry she never saw before on their hairs (the later having a strangely girlish-looking one). The only thing she spoke was that it totally, utterly unmatched either of them.

-Wei Wuxian had given her a bright beam and Wen Ning smiled sheepishly but sweetly nonetheless.

-Wen Qing had huffed, warning for them to not spend their money on useless objects next time.

-Wen Ning smiled at the man next to him, eyes fluttering fondly as he watched him. He still couldn't understand how Wei Wuxian had come to accept his feelings, but he was happy he did. Not that he wouldn't be there if he didn't, sure he would be dejected but would understand and stay at his side even then. A mere rejection won't stop him from following Wei Wuxian.

-“Call me Wei Ying already! I just call you Wen Ning and aren't we dating?”

-Wen Ning shook his head out of his reverie, looking at Wei Wuxian confusingly.

-“Uh… Wei… Ying…?” “Not so paused! Wei Ying! Wei Ying!”

-Wei Wuxian laughed, thinking he was truly happy there and then.

I hope you like it;;;

Will make more if asks me! ^^