#while I was writing it I fell asleep lmaoooo

[repurposedmeatlocker]

27, 28, and 29 for the movie asks!!!

27. If you could make a movie, what would it be and why? SO GLAD you ask!! I have so many ideas for potential films I would like to make one day! So many!! It is hard to pick JUST ONE to describe....

I'd say the idea I am the closest to is about a middle-aged ex-criminal in the late 1890s US west who ends up having to transport a powerful otherworldly youth in order for it to return to it's rightful universe.

I've had the idea for a while now. It combines Western and science fiction which are two of my favorite genres, among other things. I think the best way to create a story is to create something you want to see : )

28. If you could adapt something from another medium into film, what would it be and why? Even though I haven't finished the manga yet, I would LOVE to see a live-action adaption of Banana Fish. I'm cheating with this because I personally see it working better as a television series, or limited series. The story is just so good and dynamic. It holds up so well from when it was written in the 80's, and has queer representation that does not depend on stereotypes at the time, as well as addressing serious issues in a super delicate way. I know that live-action adaptions are controversial when it comes to manga and anime, but I think that this one could pull it off. There already is a pretty good anime adaption (from what I hear), and I would really like for the live-action version to take place in 80s nyc since the anime switched the setting to modern times.

29. If you could remake any movie to improve what you felt was wrong about it the first time around, what would it be and why? I know I've definitely answered this question before, and my answer is always One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest. I loved the book so much, and while Miloš Forman did a great job, it just does not hold the same weight and impact that the book did. I would really love it if the movie focused more from the perspective of "Chief". He kind of ends up relegated as a side-character in the film which sits badly for me also considering he is Indigenous. To add another film that is different to the list, I would love a proper version of Unbroken to be made. I had to read the book in middle school and was overtaken by the true and horrible experiences of Louis Zamperini who not only survived a WWII plane crash, but also two years of a POW camp. The film just felt super schmaltzy and "polished". Really became nothing more than forgettable Oscar bait which is really disappointing. It sucks to see a true story turned into something that Hollywood can just spit out and forget.

[ncroissant]

chilchuck tims x bimbo! reader x laios touden

summary: how your poly relationship with your little lock picker and blond himbo would start<3

wc: 1.6k

content warning: sfw (for once???), looottts of fluff

author's note: surprise!! i'm writing both lmaoooo bc i love writing sm u guys. also i saw @ququoquaw post about how they wanted more laios x reader and laios x chilchuck, so here's all of it combined teehee!! hope u enjoy !!

(alt nsfw ver. here)

it was a slow day in the dungeon today that you all decided to just set up the camp and retired for the night. you, laios and chilchuck were the only ones up, playing cards around the warmth of the fire.

"i won again," chilchuck chuckled, already anticipating his win. laios threw down his cards in defeat while you gave him a little applause, yawning quietly.

to be honest, you were already dozing off mid-game. chilchuck and laios were the real night owls. you just had fomo and didn't miss out on the fun with the "adults".

"you feelin' tired, (name)? wanna head to bed?" chilchuck cooed, pushing off his knees to stand up. he noticed the way you were eyes would close for a second to doze off every time you blinked.

"mmnn...i dunno," you yawned even bigger this time, cupping your mouth with both of your hands.

"c'mon (name)! you gotta stay up with us, we're gonna have so much fun!" laios chuckled, shaking you awake. you gasped, trying to keep your eyes as open as possible. but you only had the energy to slump against laios' shoulder.

chilchuck stifled a laugh. you reminded him of his kids when they tried to convince him they weren't tired. "no, i think someone sounds a little tired," chilchuck walked over to kneel in front of you, brushing away the hair that fell over your eyes with two fingers.

"nu-uh..." you whined, rubbing at your eyes. "'m awake, chi." you were so not awake right now. it was way past your bedtime and you couldn't even bother to open your eyes.

"okay, okay, we're bringin' you to your room, squirt," laios nodded, lifting you into his arms. your arms and legs were securely wrapped around his body, your face stuffed into his neck.

"'m not a squirt, jerk," you mumbled, landing a weak punch against his back.

they both laughed at your deliriousness, placing you in the warmth of your bed, cocooned your blanket. "she looks like a caterpillar," laios slapped a hand over his mouth, hiding a loud laugh.

chilchuck didn't say anything in response, but his shoulders were shaking from laugher.

you were almost asleep, your arms splayed out on the bed and your head lulled to the side. you were breathing shallowly, feeling sleep slowly overtake you.

"alright, time for another round, chil!" laios silently ushered chilchuck towards the door, but a hand wrapped around chilchuck's wrist. the boys looked down at you with your eyes still closed, tugging his wrist towards you.

"can you guys stay 'n sleep with me?" you brought chilchuck's hand against your cheek, nuzzling against it. both boys had a fat, soft spot for you. like they could never resist you when you asked for something.

laios didn't understand his feelings at first. he thought he had some sort of "brotherly obligation" towards you like falin, but he quickly realized it was a lot different than that.

chilchuck, on the otherhand, was in denial for so long. he just thought you were ditzy and clingy. he didn't have the energy to deal with you at first. plus, he didn't even have any desire to date anymore. unfortunately, there were many times when you could be stupidly cute like this.

"y-yeah...we can. right, chil?" laios rubbed his neck awkwardly, looking at chilchuck for approval.

chilchuck bit his inner cheek in contemplation, looking down at the way you were leaning against the back of his hand like a puppy. "yeah, we can," he nodded, giving laios the same look.

they'd be so awkward slipping under your sheets, laying on either side of you to sandwich you in the middle. they kept a reasonable distance, not too reasonable since the bed was small and laios was a giant in comparison.

it would be so quiet. your eyes were still closed but your heart was racing. even if you opened your eyes, you wouldn't be able to see anything since it was so dark. you just laid there with your hands clasped on your chest.

"ummm...." laios started, cutting the silence. "am i taking up too much space?" he was nearly falling off the bed, just balancing on the edge of the mattress.

you pulled him closer towards you and chilchuck. "c'mere, lai," you nestled yourself safely into laois' chest, while pressing your back against chilchuck's chest. you could feel both hearts beat rapidly along with yours.

"thanks," laois mumbled, carefully putting an arm right above your head on the extra space of the pillow. his free arm was loosely wrapped around your head as he lightly patted the back.

chilchuck would grumble something about wanting more attention, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

he was so close that you could feel his breath tickle your ears. it made you feel so tingly. "is this okay?" chilchuck pouted with puffed cheeks as you nodded, flushed. "i think it's time for us to sleep now, hm?" he rubbed your hips softly, lulling you to sleep.

"sweet dreams, (name)," laios hugged you tightly, ruffling your hair gently. chilchuck would be already asleep and laios would lay awake thinking about how small you felt in his arms.

the next morning, you and chilchuck would be well-rested, looking like babies fresh out the womb. laios would have the deepest dark circles, devoid of any rest.

"slept so well!" you were already sitting up, stretching out your arms with a hearty yawn. "what about you two?" you looked at them expectantly.

"that's good to hear. i slept like a rock honestly," chilchuck chuckled, combing through your messy strands of hair. "can't say the say for him though," he looked down at the way laios was trying to hide under the blankets from the bright rays shining through your window.

"uuuughhhhh....." laios whined, stuffing his face deeper into the pillow.

you pouted at his sorry state, lifting the blanket to reveal a very tired laios. "aw, you didn't sleep so well, did you lai?" you frowned, carding your fingers through his blond locks.

"no. i was too scared that i was gonna roll over and kill you in my sleep, so i just stayed up all night," he groaned, clutching his throbbing head in a tight grasp.

you stifled a laugh, covering your mouth with your hands. "you're so silly, lai," you giggled, biting back your smile. "'m tougher than you think," you flexed your arms, patting them lightly with a big smile.

laios looked at you with his mouth agape. he didn't know if it was because of the rays of sun or if you were just naturally this beautiful, but you were extra pretty smiling like that.

"i am so in love with you." he'd blurt out, thinking with his heart and not his head.

you lowered your arm, mirroring the surprised look on his face. chilchuck smacked his forehead, sighing. "what he meant to say is-"

"no, i meant it, (name)," laios cut him off, clasping your hands in his and looking up at you with serious look. chilchuck didn't expect him to be so bold, emotions stirring up inside of him. he didn't know if should add his piece into this mess.

"oh." you looked at him, not a single thought behind those eyes.

"i'm sorry if i messed things up between us, but i just had to tell you. i didn't mean to just blurt it out like that," laios apologized, removing his hands from your hastily.

"no, 's not like that, lai," you put your hands up, shaking your head. "'s just i like chi," you bit your lip, cheeks flushed.

both boys looked at you dumbfounded. one heartbroken, one with an equally flushed expression like yours.

"but i like you too, lai!" you reassured him, placing your hands on his. "i like...both of you," you frowned, feeling embarrassed from your confession.

it's not that you only liked one of them, but both of them. and you were having a hard time choosing which one you wanted, knowing both would be too greedy.

it was silent for a moment, but not for too long. both boys had figured out a way to ease your predicament. one look at each other and instantly figured out a solution.

"well, i like you. and chil likes you too, so," laios started, rubbing his neck.

"would you be open to dating us both?" chilchuck mumbled, his neck completely flushed. chilchuck was familiar with sharing since having kids, but sharing a lover with his best friend was completely different.

it wasn't that he was against it at all, it was just new. it flustered him. knowing he'd be dating both of you if you agreed with their proposal.

naturally, your eyes lit up at their suggestion. "really?" your smile was almost blinding, your cheeks flushed in excitement.

"yeah," the two boys looked at each other, nodding.

your squeal was almost deafening. you wrapped an arm around each boy, pulling them in and kicking your feet under the blanket. the happiness you felt was fathomable.

"you're both mine, eee!" you sung, rubbing your cheek against chilchuck's amber hair. "and you're both each others' too!" you gasped, looking at both boys.

"that's so cool!" you cheered, hugging them both tighter than before.

as tired as laios was, he could only indulge in your happiness. and as much as chilchuck didn't want to admit, you were the prettiest when you were happy.

the entire morning consisted of you goofing off with your himbo + dilf boyfriends !!

[larabiatasstuff]

I just wanted to say thank you so much for feeding all the Sweet Tooth girlies. Literally just finished reading your entire blog, and I still can't get enough of the big man LMAOOOO 😭😭😭

If you're still open to requests, can you please do a different scenario or continuation (up to you) of Y/N meeting the game version of Sweet Tooth. Maybe game Y/N and show Y/N switched places for a while and the two have to navigate the different worlds. I'm sure show Y/N would be on edge 24/7 thinking how a town could be 10x worse than the apocalypse they live in, while show Sweet Tooth is unsure how to deal with such a peppy but messed up Y/N. Despite their similarities, they're the complete opposite of the Y/N he fell in love with!

Thank you so much for your lovely words anon. I'm glad you enjoy my stories. I decided to write a follow up to THIS. I hope you enjoy. I'm sending much love to you.

We both lay down in the back of the truck and it didn't take long for Sweet Tooth to fall asleep. He was completely exhausted from the fight against the other Sweet Tooth. I was cuddled up to his side trying to find some rest myself but the thoughts in my head were still racing. How was all that possible? Not just another Sweet Tooth there was another Y/N, another me. The dynamic between them was similar to others even if the other Sweet Tooth seemed more violent and cruel than mine and the Y/N was...well she acted kinda submissive to him. I rested my head on Sweet Tooth's shoulder, taking a deep breath before I closed my eyes trying to drift asleep. The rumbling of the Watkins storm in the background. Slowly very slowly I felt the exhaustion getting the best of me but just before I fell asleep I heard footsteps outside of the truck. I carefully freed myself from Sweet Tooth's embrace and looked outside of the truck.

First I just noticed a dark silhouette before I realized who it was. "Y/N?" I said into the darkness and the figure froze in place. "Yes it's but I come in peace okay I... I don't want to cause trouble." she said holding her hands up. "What do you want? And where's Sweet Tooth?" she sighed. "We, we were on our way to our truck but we can't go anywhere during the storm...also Sweet Tooth needs rest thanks to your boyfriend." she snapped. "Oh come on Y/N don't start this bullshit with me you know exactly why he did what he did."I said. She looked at me then she looked at floor. "Yeah you're right. You know he's just... He's not that bad. Yeah he seems pretty mean and rough but... deep inside he's kinda... cool." "Oh yeah I bet he's a real sunshine." that made her chuckle "Well it seems we both have a thing for... the difficult type." "Yeah you could say that. But seriously why did you come back?" I asked looking at her. "I... I don't I think I just wanted to ask if you...maybe could lend me some bandages or something. We have nothing and Sweet Tooth..." "Yeah I know. I think I can..." but I couldn't finish a loud rumble was heard and the earth was shaking.

Tags: @honestlyzealouscrusade, @hrefna-the-raven, @megangovier, @spucifer, @firyblaze

Part two🖤

[amortean]

― NAME: lue.

― PRONOUNS: she/they idc this body is a flesh prison.

― MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)? I've been writing this character for, like, 12 years... I think the Sheila brainworms have cannibalized all the other worms...

― RP PET PEEVES? I don't think I can get into this without revealing how much brain damage I've sustained my experiences here over the years. If you know, you know.

― EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS? My earliest memories are from when I was around 12-14 on some obscure rp forum that is still barely clinging to life last I looked. I did a lot of rping on AIM & MSN Messenger... and then fell out of the hobby for a few years when a friend (and main rp partner) passed away. Sheila & Eve (& Gatsby) were conceptualized on Gaia in 2011, and the group I wrote with (👋 hi steph LMAOOOO) moved to tumblr a short while later, annnnd... I've kinda been here ever since.

Whoever that anon was from years ago who was like "ummm don't you think you're too old to be rping :\" well I'm even older now.

― FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT? Hitting my partners all day every day with fluff + angst wombo combo until they beg for mercy. Smut is not something that's ever happened with this character for... a variety of reasons... and I would only ever feel comfortable writing such things with a long-term ship partner.

― PLOTS OR MEMES? My strength lies in improvisation; some of my favorite, most memorable threads had absolutely zero plotting. A little plotting is fine, but I love the element of surprise, so I don't like mapping everything out in excruciating detail. I also don't do memes very often just because I lack the energy :( And I've always felt bad for sending in memes to friends without ever really giving them an opportunity to send me memes in turn.

― LONG OR SHORT REPLIES? Comfy zone is pretty much anything from one-liners to a couple paragraphs. Otherwise I just—I dunno—burn through my already scant reserves of creative energy way too quickly.

― TIME TO WRITE? Ungodly hours in the morning when most everyone else is asleep so there are minimal distractions. Unfortunately, this means my sleep schedule is usually trash. If you see me posting replies at 5am no you don't.

― ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)? When Sheila was new, the only things we had in common were our musical instruments of choice (we're both pianists) and—rather unintentionally—our chronic back pain. Due to the way I developed her character over the years (I don't like retcons, so there are a lot of ghosts in Sheila's past, for better or worse), we've become more alike in the Department of Crippling Trust Issues, and I do sometimes wish I had developed her differently because I worry that people may mistake her for a self-insert or think I'm projecting way too much onto her. Oops.

also pomegranates, we both love pomegranates (all my OCs love pomegranates). I think our sense of humor is also similar (? I need a third party to confirm or deny this) although my clown shoes are bigger by far.

Tagged by: @renatvvs 💙💙

Tagging: @lotuskissed, @vxmpirehunterd, @glaswen, @xkuja, @stellevatum, @therealricksanchezpleasestandup

[ladysophiebeckett]

bridgerton not getting gg noms when it was clearly watched more than the crown...

[ljxlj48]

The Nanny

alternate ending

Lee Taeyong x fem reader

Masterlist

preview, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, alternate ending

Genre: mafia au! dad taeyong au!

Warnings: explicit language, mature themes, angsty

Word Count: 5.2K+

Author’s note: AHHHH YOU GUYS THOUGHT IT WAS DONE HUH??? NAH ONE MORE TIME LMAOOOO. no but there’s nothing after this that’s for sure. Also this is dedicated to @tyongf-sunflower99 they are the only reason I thought of doing an alternate ending. This picks up right after chapter 7. At first I was hesitant to do this simply because I didn’t want it to take away from the original storyline, but after serious consideration, I thought this would add more to the storyline than take away. Not to mention I just enjoyed writing it so I had to share it. Hugs and kisses to anyone reading<333

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You glanced at the clock on the wall before staring back at the tv in the living room. Taeyong texted he was on his way home, but you knew from the mansion to the office, it wasn't two and a half hours.

Dasom was already laid up in bed, Mark had texted earlier that him and the boys would be home extra late. Some business they had to take care of. You wondered where everyone was, why were they gonna be home late. You walked into the kitchen to make yourself a glass of water. You heard the front door open, which was strange, Taeyong always came through the garage door.

Nevertheless you rushed to the front door, Johnny stood there with dream. Taeyong was nowhere in sight. All the boys hung their heads, none of them dared to look at you. Slowly almost one by one, they fell into a bow, a proper 90 degree bow.

“(y/n),” Johnny said, he looked directly at you, his eyes bloodshot, “Taeyong is dead.”

-

You shot up in your half empty bed, looking around the room. Taeyong still hadn’t come home yet. You didn’t even know when you fell asleep, the last thing you remembered was you sitting in bed reading Taeyong’s text that he was on his way home for the 100th time. The nightmare sent chills down your spine, trying to push the thought far from your mind. Taeyong is not dead, you told yourself over and over again.

As you exited your room, you peered into each of the boys rooms. All empty as well, you checked your phone for the time, it read 4:32am. None of them came home yet. You dragged your feet down the stairs to the kitchen where you found Auntie, preparing the list for morning chores for the maids.

“Good morning madam,” she bowed to you, like the proper maid that she was.

“Auntie please,” you wished she would just treat you like a normal human being, instead of some princess, or high lady.

“I am being respectful to my boss madam, as one should.”

You shook your head, “Auntie, did the boys or Taeyong possibly come home while I was asleep and left before I woke?” You asked, hopeful, that you just happened to miss him, too tired to wait up any longer.

“No one has been home madam,” your stomach dropped. None of them came home last night. You dropped to the floor the feeling of absolute dread taking over. “Madam,” Auntie shouted out, trying to catch you. “Breath please, (y/n),” Auntie looked at you with so much concern as tears fell from your eyes. You were hyperventilating, your heart was racing, you felt like the room was spinning. They didn’t come home last night.

-

After Auntie moved you from the kitchen floor to the living room couch. You were still in a freaked mindset, the nightmare from earlier feeling all too realistic. Auntie had got you a glass of water, hoping to calm you down a bit. You took a couple sips, trying to slow your breathing enough so you could relay your thoughts to her.

Just when you felt yourself calm down enough to talk, you heard the front door open. Hoping it was Taeyong or one of the boys, you rushed to the front door dropping the glass of water. The glass shattering against the hard floors, not causing you any worry. The thought of that being Taeyong occupying all of your mind.

When you got to the front door to see Johnny walk through your heart dropped once more. Where was your husband and why wasn’t he home already?

“Johnny,” your voice cracked, as you took steps back to allow him to walk through. He looked like he got less sleep than you, like he walked through hell and back. “Where… where is he Johnny?” You felt the tears run down your face, and if there was a God you hoped and prayed he brought Taeyong home to you in one piece soon.

“He’s alive,” you took a deep breath hearing Johnny mutter those words, ‘he’s alive.’ He’s living breathing, he’s alive. You don’t know who heard your muttered prayers but you thanked them. He’s alive. “But,”

No, no, no. “But, but what? Johnny, where is my husband? Where are my boys? Why has no one come home?” you felt your voice get louder, you wanted your family to be home to be safe.

“Taeyong was taken,” Johnny took a deep breath placing both his hands on your shoulders, “the Yakuza have taken Taeyong, I don’t know where he is right now, but he is alive. They sent us a message, he have 36 hours to meet their demands, but only 24 hours to respond to them.”

“Where are my boys Johnny? Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Donghyuck, Jaemin, Chenle, Jisung, where are they?”

“They’re all fine, they’re at the organization’s office.”

“I’m gonna change and I’ll go with you,” you started, turning to look at Auntie, “I need you to take care of Dasom, I’ll be back after I get my husband back.”

“(y/n) no,” Johny started off, “I came here to give you an update that’s it. I can’t put you in harm's way.”

“You think I’m about to allow you to walk into my house tell me my husband has been kidnapped, and just expect me to just sit at home waiting around for you to deliever news?” You looked at Johnny as if he was stupid. Which he was for thinking you would actually agree to that.

“Let me handle this with Yakuza, I promise to bring Taeyong home to you alive.”

“I’ll let you handle it, but I am sure as hell not gonna sit around here waiting for you to give an update. I’m going with you, end of discussion.”

“Taeyong wouldn’t like this,” Johnny says, trying to sway you the other way.

“Well Taeyong can bitch about it when we bring him home.”

Johnny groaned wondering who was worse with their demands, you or Taeyong.

-

Johnny brought you to the organization's office, which was a mechanic shop. On the way there Johnny explained how the mechanic shop offered a nice cover, as well as it was owned by them, and it was a place each of the boys could work on their own cars for races.

Under the shop was a conference area that was surprisingly high tech. There were several computer monitors in one corner, all with different information displayed. There was a large tv on one of the walls, displaying all known information of the yakuza, a conference table made for 30 in front of the tv. On one wall was a display of different guns, and knives, as well as some protection stuff.

“Only the members hand picked by Taeyong know about this place and are allowed down here.” Johnny whispered to you, as you guys entered the room.

You glanced around the room, your eyes first finding Jisung. You rushed over to him, trying to make sure he was okay.

“(y/n),” he called out, surprised to see you.

“Are you okay?” you examined his face carefully, looking for any new scratch or bruise or cut.

Jisung grabbed your hands, pulling them away from his face, “I’m okay, I promise.”

You took a deep breath calming yourself down, then you started hitting Jisung, scolding him. “You didn't come home last night, no call, no text, nothing to let me know if you're alive or not? I was worried sick you cannot do this to me, do you understand?”

Jisung smiled fondly at your actions, he couldn’t remember a motherly figure from his childhood like this worried about him. Both of his parents were addicts, too concerned about getting their next fix to worry about Jisung. They both died just before his 14th birthday, his dad killed because he owed the wrong people money, his mom overdose off of a bad batch of heroin. Taeyong took him in just after his 14th birthday, even got together the proper paperwork to legally be his guardian.

Taeyong wasn’ just like a father to Jisung, but he was his father. In Jisung’s heart and mind, Taeyong was his dad, and Seulgi was his mom. They were the ones that took him, took care of him, raised him. And Jisung firmly believed that after Seulgi died, he would never have another mother. That is until you came along. You cared about him, you checked up on him, you were constantly worried about him. You were just like a mother to him, and he so much wanted you to be his mother.

“I’m sorry,” Jisung apologized with a smile, “I won’t do it again.”

“Damn right you won’t do it again, you are to come home every night, I don’t care how late it is, but you need to at least come home every night.” you huffed out, a little more calm now that you got all of that off your chest. “Now where are the rest of the boys?”

“(y/n)?” you heard your name being called out in surprise, you looked around the room to see Renjun staring at you, walking fast towards you. “What are you doing here?”

You looked the boy up and down, not seeing any new bruises or cuts. You started to scold him too, “what is wrong with you? Not coming home at all last night, you had me worry sick. No call, no text, nothing to let me know you were okay,” Renjun flinched at each hit trying to hold up his arm to stop you.

“I’m sorry,” Renjun speaks up, hoping for you to stop scolding him. But he must admit, as much as you hit him, not a single one of them hurt. They were all so gentle, so soft. Renjun grew up with abusive parents, often beating him into submission. When he finally saved up enough, he bought a plane ticket out of the country. Thinking that he needs to put the water between him and his parents to be safe. None of your hits hurt, they were all so soft, Renjun wondered if you were genuinely mad. But when he caught a glimpse of your face, he knew you weren’t really mad, just really concerned. “I’ll let you know from now on.”

“Thank you,” you recoiled your hands back, no longer feeling the need to scold the boys. “Where are the rest of the boys?”

“Mark and Hyuck just left, they went to run an errand,” Renjun answered.

“Chenle is upstairs, he’s looking over some things.” Jisung answered.

“Jeno and Jaemin?” The two boys looked at each other, avoiding answering the question. Just then you heard this chime, signaling someone else entering the room. You looked over to see Jeno resting the majority of his weight on Jaemin as the two entered the room. Your eyes went wide, “what happened?” you whispered, afraid of the answer to your question.

Doyoung, and Jaehyun went over to help Jeno into a chair. “He’s fine now, (y/n),” Renjun spoke to you softly.

“What the hell happened that he’s hurt?” you turned back to Renjun and Jisung asking them.

“Yakuza,” Jisung let out, hanging his head.

You made your way to where Johnny was standing, looking over some documents. “Bullshit,” you cussed at Johnny.

“What?” Johnny turned to you utterly confused.

“Bullshit, you fucking said they were fine. That’s not fucking fine Johnny.” You tried to burn holes through Johnny’s head, but he seemed not to have any effect whatsoever.

“Alive is fine,” Johnny let out, you felt yourself break just a little more. Alive is fine, they were alive. You looked away, trying to stop yourself from having a full blown breakdown.

-

You sat at the conference table with all the members of NCT. You were at the front of the table, sitting in Taeyong’s seat. You didn’t like the seat at all, you didn’t like the feeling of being the one to make the decisions. All the boys were going through different scenarios of what was going to happen.

Jaehyun wanted to give into the yakuza’s demands, he concluded that would be the safest option to ensure Taeyong’s safety. Yuta was against that plan considering that would mean handing over Shotaro. Jungwoo suggested an old school style raid but that would risk Taeyong’s safety, so both Johnny and Jaehyun shot down that idea. Hendery suggested that we cut off the yakuza’s power supply, but Shotaro admitted that wouldn’t work, because the Osaki clan was very old school. They wouldn't need power to kill Taeyong.

You listened to all these different scenarios to get your husband home, but it seemed every plan has its own unique flaw.

“(y/n) what do you wanna do?” Johnny asked, turning to look at you now.

“Why are you asking me? I don’t know what to do,” you admitted quickly. This wasn’t anywhere near your expertise, you were studying to be a doctor before your life was thrown for a loop. You were a biology major.

“But this is your husband,” Johnny added sympathetically.

“I will go with whatever plan that ensures he returns safely, unharmed.”

“We do the exchange then,” Jaehyun resolved.

“Fuck that,” Yuta shouted, standing from the table, “Taeyong wouldn’t want us to do the exchange.”

“His wife wants us to,” Jaehyun argued back, now standing from the table.

“She doesn’t even know Taeyong. She’s only known him for a year at most. Her opinion is irrelevant.” Yuta stated clear as day, words carefully laced.

“Watch your mouth Yuta,” Johnny snapped, now standing as well.

“Are you guys done with your little power trips?” You asked, still sitting, looking at them. They all gave you a confused look, “ready to sit down and have a civilized conversation like adults?” You could’ve sworn you saw some of the other members stifle their laughter. Yuta, Jaehyun and Johnny all slowly took their seats once again. “Thank you,” you let out a breath, “I obviously don’t know what’s the right thing to do, and I obviously know Taeyong the least amongst this group, but what I do know is slamming your fist and shouting at each other isn’t gonna solve my problem of my husband being kidnapped. So I suggest that we brainstorm some ways to get my husband back home safely, in a civilized way, that way we actually have a chance of getting him back alive. How does that sound, boys?” You didn’t want to come off as rude, or condescending, but it sure as hell felt that way.

“Yes,” Jaehyun spoke, sitting back down in his seat. All of them are now turning to look at you. You wanted to murder the you from a minute ago, for putting yourself into this position. You also wanted to murder Johnny for asking for your opinion initially.

“Look,” you started off, taking a deep breath, unsure just exactly how to go about this situation, “I just want Taeyong back. I don’t know the protocol here, or if there even is one, but Dasom is waiting for her daddy to come home, and I refuse to go back home to her without him.”

You watched all the boys, giving small seemingly simple head nods all around the table. You knew they wanted Taeyong back as much as you did, and they were going to do everything they could to get him back.

-

24 hours. That is exactly how long the yakuza gave you guys to respond to their demands.

21 hours, is exactly how long it took for you guys to tell them you would meet their demands.

The yakuza wanted Shotaro and compensation for taking him, compensation in the form of 1 million USD. It took Johnny merely five minutes to gather all the money in cash for them. How, you had no idea and you questioned if you really wanted to know.

Nevertheless, you were gonna make the exchange. You couldn’t explain it but you were the one that needed to make the exchange, you nearly spent almost two hours arguing with Johnny about it. He finally agreed, after telling you he was gonna drive, you had to wear a vest and you had to carry a weapon. He also made you wear the most combat tactical outfit you had ever seen.

“Am I going to war?” you asked Johnny after you got out of the bathroom, just finished changing your clothes.

“Yes,” Johnny answered very matter of factly. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“I’m not wearing it,” you said, turning around, walking back to the bathroom.

“Then you’re not going,” Johnny responded.

You turned back around to glance at Johnny, “watch me,” you smirked. Before closing the bathroom door.

-

The car ride to the exchange site was filled with Johnny giving you reminders and running through a minute by minute plan. He tried to drag you from the car to keep you from doing the exchange, part of you thought it was a miracle that he was actually allowing you to do this.

“Now, I’m gonna step out with you guys. (y/n) keep your hand on Shotaro until we get proof of life. We aren’t doing this unless we’re certain that it’s him and he’s alive.”

“He’s alive,” you stated, firm in your belief that your husband was fine.

Johnny glanced at you through the rearview mirror. He felt sorry that you got roped into this life. You were just a simple college girl, on her way to graduation and maybe med school. Johnny felt like he knew your life story already from how much Taeyong talked about you. And it wasn’t like Taeyong was going on and on about you. No, he would just mention little things here and there, especially if something reminded him of you.

Johnny thought back to a simpler time, when he and Taeyong were both focused more on the corporation than the organization.

Johnny met up with Taeyong for lunch, since they both had a meeting in an hour. They were only supposed to go up to the food court and grab something fast. But Taeyong had to stop when he saw the plushie in a store display. Johnny didn’t initially notice Taeyong walk away from him into the store.

“Dude?” Johnny questioned, following Taeyong now.

Taeyong went up to the cashier asking for the plushie in the display. Taeyong swiped his card, not really caring much about it. Thanking the cashier then walking out.

“What’s that?” Johnny asked.

“It’s boba plushie for (y/n), she really likes boba, and was talking that she wanted a plushie.” Taeyong spoke with the biggest smile Johnny had ever seen on him. Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “What?”

“You love her?”

“Who? (y/n)?” there was this blush that danced across Taeyong’s cheeks, “no no, I mean she’s great with Dasom. She always checks up on me before she leaves for the night. She has this insane love for food. She is very special, but I don’t love her like that.” Taeyong dismissed and Johnny couldn’t help but shake his head.

“Invite me to the wedding, yeah?”

Taeyong laughed and shook his head this time.

That day felt like a lifetime ago, and Johnny felt sorry that you were in this position now. Taeyong wanted so badly to keep you safe. He wanted so much for you to be away from this part of his life. Now you were in the middle of it.

-

You arrived at the exchange location, it was an abandoned parking lot. They were already waiting for you. Johnny pulled up in front of them, putting the car in park but not turning it off. You took a deep breath, looking at Johnny.

“You ready?”

“No,” you answered truthfully. You wondered if what you were doing right now was a mistake. Was Taeyong’s life really worth Shotaro’s? Who were you to decide these kinds of things? Would Taeyong be angry about this decision of yours? What if all of this is in vain?

“Okay,” Johnny said, opening his door to step out. You matched his movements, remembering the plan.

You closed your door, looking at the group of men, wearing black suits and sunglasses.

“Didn’t expect to see you Mrs.Lee,” a man not wearing sunglasses, smiled crookedly at you.

“Where’s my husband?” you controlled your tone, you couldn’t let on too much.

“Where’s my cousin?”

“I asked first,” the man, that proclaimed himself as Shotaro’s cousin, laughed wickedly at you. Then turned looking back at the men by the door. He gestured to them as they opened a door, pulling someone out of the car.

There stood your husband. He looked beaten, blues blossomed around his left eye, his lip looked red with blood. His once clean and neat suit was battered and wrinkled. His usually very neat hair was tousled around and you wanted to dart out. To race towards him, to hold him close to you and check up on him. To feel him against you.

You reigned your feelings in, taking a deep breath. You opened the door and gave Shotaro and a sad look. He smiled so kindly back at you. He looked happy. He climbed out of the car, buttoning his suit jacket that was once undone, he stood next to you now.

Shotaro’s cousin and Taeyong walked towards you, as you and Shotaro made your way towards them. You gripped the briefcase with the money tightly.

When you met in the middle, Taeyong’s face showed that he wasn’t happy but you were over the moon that he was fine. You opened up the briefcase, showing the stacks of hundred dollar bills.

“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you Mrs.Lee,” Shotaro’s cousin smiled crookedly once again. He grabbed Taeyong’s arm, pushing Taeyong towards you. You handed over the briefcase, and Shotaro walked away.

You wrapped your hand around Taeyong’s arm pulling him along to the car. Only when you were back in the safety of the car driving away, did you cut open the ziptips bounding his wrist.

“What the fuck was that?” Taeyong asked angrily, has he soothed his wrist. You didn’t grace him with a response, instead taking his wrist into your hands. Gently rubbing at the bruises that were forming.

Johnny didn’t answer Taeyong either, you could feel him tense up a little. Then Johnny picked up his phone, speaking into the ongoing call. “It’s a go Mark.”

-

On the other side, Shotaro climbed into the car with his cousin. Mark and the rest of the dream, along with several other members awaited them. You weren’t gonna let Shotaro go back to Japan. He was family.

Dream raided the car. There were seven people in the car including Shotaro, when dream was done there were five dead, and one living left in the car. Shotaro was rescued completely unharmed, with the briefcase.

“He’s family,” you whispered to Taeyong as you guys waited on the side of the street for dream to show up. It didn’t take long for them to appear.

When the boys tumbled out of the car, Shotaro and the briefcase with them, they all wore happy smiles. Shotaro handed the briefcase over to Johnny, while Mark informed Taeyong of the original plan. You checked in with Jisung and the other boys, making sure none of them were hurt.

“(y/n),” Shotaro tapped your shoulder, gaining your attention, “thank you.” Shotaro dropped to his knees in a bow you couldn’t accept. You rushed pulling him up, wrapping your arms around the poor boy. You could feel the spots of tears wet your shoulders.

You pulled away, allowing Shotaro to straighten up, “you’re family, it’s what family does.” Shotaro smiled and nodded, tears still escaping him.

After everyone exchanged plans, and dream told you they would see you back home later tonight, they left. You climbed back into the car with Taeyong right behind you.

“You made this plan?” Taeyong asked as you guys began moving again.

“I just asked if it was possible, Johnny them made the plan.”

“Mark says it was you,”

“It was,” Johnny interrupted. Taeyong raised his brow at you.

“Not alone,” you said. Taeyong smiled, pulling you closer. Taking you face in his hands, kissing you feverishly. It should have been passionate, rough, and a breath-taking kiss. But it wasn't, it was short, sweet, loving, soft, sentimental. It almost made you cry. It did make you cry. Taeyong leaned his forehead against yours, and you whispered, “I thought I lost you.”

“Not yet my love.” You smiled at Taeyong’s words, he was fine. You both leaned back into the chair, still wrapped in each other's embrace. “I don’t forgive you Johnny. Letting my wife come to an exchange like this.”

“Trust me Tae, I tried dragging her from the car.” Johnny scoffed, shaking his head. Taeyong let out a deep chuckle.

He looked over to you, smiling.

-

Three months have passed, war between the yakuza and NCT has calmed down a bit but is still ongoing. Taeyong was already back to work full time at both the organization and corporation. Dream continued to live at the mansion, they loved being there. They claimed that it felt more homey than their original dorm ever had been. You think they just enjoyed the free food, but you loved their company. Dasom was gonna be starting school soon, she was set up at some preppy private school that Taeyong insisted she go to. You didn’t know what was wrong with the public school a few streets over, but Taeyong was paying for it so it was his choice.

You had just finished helping the chef prepare all of Taeyong’s favorite food. You were dressed up nice tonight, you had news to share. You were setting up all the dishes on the dining room table for dinner. You had dressed Dasom up too. You swore you heard the door open, “come on Dasom,” you beckoned to the little girl. Taking her tiny hand into yours, you walked out to greet Taeyong and dream.

When you got to the door, you saw dream begin taking off their shoes and jackets, Taeyong behind all of them, he was on the phone. He looked deep in the conversation that you didn’t want to interrupt. Instead greeting just the boys and telling them to go wash up and come down since dinner was already ready. When Taeyong finally noticed you, he seemed like he couldn’t be bother, giving you a simple peck on the cheek and waving at Dasom before making his way to his office.

You felt a little defeated about how dismissive he was, not noticing your outfit, or how you fixed your hair, or anything really. Writing it off as work, and trying not to feel complete defeated you made your way to the dining room, with Dasom to wait for everyone to come down to dinner.

-

In his home office, Taeyong remained on the phone with Johnny. “He’s in Korea Tae, I don’t know what we’re gonna do.”

“Does Shotaro know?”

“Here’s the thing, Tae. Shotaro’s brother came to Korea as well.”

“What?”

“The brother wants out too, he came to Korea for Shotaro. Shotaro is the only one of the family that could escape and the brother wants to do the same.”

“Fuck,” Taeyong let out a sigh, “It doesn’t change anything. Shotaro is family, and we’re gonna protect him like a family should. I want Taeil’s family on high alert, and tell Jaehyun and Yuta no more dating until this is over. I won’t bring any more innocent people into this.”

“You got it.”

“Thank you Johnny.” Taeyong let out a sigh, wondering what more he could do, “oh Johnny, stay safe.”

“You too Tae.” With that Johnny hung up on his side, leaving Taeyong to sit and ponder alone for a moment. He dragged his hand across his face, pulling the tie loose from his neck.

He wondered just where he went wrong to allow this to consume his life? Deciding that was a question for another day, he made his way to the dining room, where you sat in the seat next to his. You wore this bright smile that had his heart skip, you were dressed rather nice for just dinner at home. There was this certain glow around you that he couldn’t ignore.

Taeyong walked behind you, he stopped just a little, pecking your cheek, before sliding into his seat. “I’m sorry,” he apologized to you, “it was Johnny, some business things.”

“What business thing?” Johnny would never call after Taeyong left the office unless it was related to the organization.

“After dinner my love.”

“Okay,” you let out a breath, trying not to fret about it.

-

You guys enjoyed dinner happily, each of the boys telling you about their day. Towards the end of dinner, when you guys were mostly done, just sitting around and talking did you speak up. Clearing your throat, “I have an announcement,” you looked to Dasom. You hope, pray, beg whoever that this baby will be, they are just as amazing as her. You hope, pray, beg whoever that this baby will end up to be just like their father, “I’m pregnant.”

The table erupted into cheers and questions. You looked at Taeyong who wore the most shocked expression one could put on. Your heart sank, thinking that maybe you guys should’ve talked about this privately. Maybe he didn’t want another kid. Maybe he wasn’t ready. Maybe this wasn’t his plan. Maybe he didn’t actually love you and was just having fun. Your mind turned in on you faster than you could stop yourself. You already felt tears brim your eyes.

Then the smallest crack of a smile. Taeyong’s shock turned to joy. His eyes started to spill out tears. “You’re…”

“You’re happy?” your heart was still racing, you needed to hear him put his emotions into words.

Taeyong took your face into his hands, pulling you into a deep kiss, “I’ve overjoyed my love.” You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to smile.

“Congratulations.” Mark spoke up, holding his glass out for a cheer. You guys all heard up your glasses, yours being water.

-

Later that night in the comfort and privacy of your bedroom, did you and Taeyong have the conversation that should’ve happened earlier.

“Are you really happy about this baby?” Your mind is not allowing yourself to be convinced.

“I am baby,” Taeyong came out of the adjoining bathroom, plopping down on the bed, next to you. “A new addition to the family is exactly what’s needed right now,” Taeyong placed his hand over your stomach.

“I don’t want this baby to take anything away from Dasom though,”

“Nobody will take anything away from that princess.” You smiled at Taeyong’s nickname for her. “I am completely happy my love, to have a baby with you is a dream I never thought possible.”

You smiled, cuddling deeper into Taeyong’s embrace. “Oh what business did Johnny call you about?”

Taeyong let out a deep sigh, “Shotaro’s father is in Korea.”

There was a silence that fell over the two of you, unsure what was coming next. “Taeyong, are we being selfish bringing a baby into this life?”

“Maybe, probably. But we saved several using this life.” Taeyong reminded you about dream, namelessly. Although this wasn’t ideal, this was life, this was your life.

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Snowed In || Joel Miller x F!Reader

(Its ironic because this smut is 6k words so it didn’t do that quickly AT ALL LMAOOOO) This took me too many fucking days to write, its so hard to get into smut mentality like holy fucq

YALL I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED IT HOLY SHIT

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Request: Can I request some Joel Miller fluff (mayyyybe some smut?) I could totally see getting snowed in with him 😏🥰

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: S M U T and S W E A R I N G annndd implied age gap but its not stated (reader is probs like thirties or older) AND you guys being the biggest pain in the ass for Joel :)

Also @ me stanning how yall interract with each other because the banter is highkey lowkey fun lmaoooo

“Ah, shit!” You cursed loudly, your feet stampeding desperately in thick snow while increasingly aware of the group of hunters — that managed to get the jump on you — were probably still tailing you. Your hands clamped down harshly on the wound you bled profusely from, droplets of crimson blood stained the snow with each step.

“Joel!” You shouted in desperation, approaching the lookout as you internally prepared yourself for getting blasted by the old man for being reckless — or better yet, leading the hunters to the lookout. You didn’t want to linger to long on those thoughts, not while you quite literally had an arrow protruding out of your side.

It wasn’t the first time you’d inconsequently been impaled by something or other, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last. You had at least hoped that the impending snowstorm worsened and covered your blood trail quicker than you were making pace.

Breathlessly, you lean against the lookouts outer walls, scanning the area for potential hunters. Luckily for you the progressively heavier snowfall deterred any prospect of human threats. You rap hard and heavy on the metal reinforced door, holding onto your side as a wince escapes your lips.

“Joel! For fucks sake… Open the damn door!” You gritted, the bite of the cold air finally hitting the wound you so desperately tried to keep covered. It was incredibly clear that the older man was tactful and cautious, having been on plenty of runs, watches and patrols with him opened you up to his reserved nature.

However, it was getting ridiculous considering the urgency in your voice that now of all times, he decided to cautiously approach.

The door was pulled open, after a succession of noises that were no doubt the barricades being moved. Joel poked his head out, looking around before settling on your hunched figure, “what the hell did you do this time?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing past him as you yearned for the warmth and safety of the lookout, “I’m great — thanks for askin’.” You stumble over to what was once most likely a bar, the remnants of liquor bottles and on tap beer seemed to be a good indicator of that.

Readjusting the barricade, Joel finally makes his way over to you. Concern wasn’t a typical expression he showed to anyone other than toward Ellie, seeing it flicker across his face as he approached you nearly knocked you off the stool you sat on. It was brief but you absolutely noticed it.

“You mind fillin’ me in on what happened out there?” His brow was raised as he gestured to your wound. He was taking his time to gather the gauze and alcohol to patch you up, but he was acutely aware that if it was something to panic about he’d be much quicker.

Joel had known you for a while, in the time you two spent together on patrols he knew that if anyone could handle an arrow through the torso it was most definitely you. He admired your grit — although he’d never admit it, you were one of the only people whose company he enjoyed.

“Pissed off some fuckin’ Hunters… Don't think they liked me killin’ one of their buddies,” your words staggered with intermittent shallow breaths. You eyed your companion as he almost deliberately slowly made his way in front of you with the appropriate supplies needed to patch you up.

His hardened personal walls had attracted you like a moth drawn to a flame, from your first meeting to now, you had been determined to understand the mysterious man who just so happened to also be your neighbour. “Old age really must be gettin’ to you old man — leave me to just bleed out why don’t ya?”

“If it was serious I’m sure you’d be dead ‘lready.” He retorted, unphased by your not so subtle jab at him. And there it was. That little playful glint in his eyes that you’d only witnessed a handful of times prior, it proved to you that he wasn’t completely closed off and coarsened by the shitshow life turned out to be for him.

You scoff at him, a smirk grazing your lips as you make good use of the whiskey beside you, “well ain’t I lucky to be accompanied by someone so concerned about my life,” you took a swig of the bottle, hoping that the smooth liquor would ease the pain permeating from your side.

He chuckled at the harshness in your voice, “concerned? That’s a funny way of puttin’ it… C’mon by the fire I need a better look at this.”

Looking back at him stunned, you pulled a face that was somewhere between shock and delight, “did I just get two jokes from Joel Miller? In succession? You get bit or somethin’ while I was gone?” You eased yourself off the stool and slowly staggered toward the fire, obliging Joel’s request.

You propped yourself up against one of the weathered armchairs, time had not been kind to the piece of furniture as seen by the cracked leather and copious amount of stains. Before getting too comfortable, you shrugged off the outer layers of jackets you typically adorned to protect yourself from the harsh winters around Wyoming.

The flannel you had over top of the long sleeved thermal shirt you wore was unluckily pinned to your side by the arrow, it used to be a dark blue with green accents — now it was almost black with the pooling blood soaking into the fibers.

Joel was looking at you in thought, memories resurfacing of Colorado and reliving his own time having been impaled due to Hunters. Although the arrow stuck inside you was practically a small scratch in comparison to the metal rebar he intimately came to know.

“Starin’ won’t get this arrow outta me, Joel.” You huffed, taking things into your own hands as you pull off one of your gloves, “here —.” you stuffed it between your teeth and gripped onto the arrow tightly before pulling it out. Your muffled cries of pain had thankfully been mostly silenced by the glove.

“Jesus christ, what in the hell are you doin’?” Joel kneeled down by your side.

“Fast trackin’ the healing process — not… so great… of an idea…” You mumbled out breathlessly, your shaky hands completely covered in blood. Your bright idea of taking things into your own hands backfiring, as you grew progressively light-headed.

Now Joel was slightly panicked and annoyed that your recklessness and impatience always seemed to get in the way of his own brooding and thoughtfulness. “Do you even think before you do things? I ain’t here to babysit you goddammit.” He grumbled, wiping away at the wound so he could inspect it.

You airily laughed, feeling tired and exhausted, “babysit? I’m the only person who’ll deal with your bullshit on patrols, cowboy.” Your limbs started to feel incredibly light and numb as your words became more slurred.

You weren’t wrong in that aspect, but what you weren’t aware of was the fact that you were most often paired with Joel on patrols because the man had asked for it, not because of the excuse Tommy told you; ‘everyone has a hard time with him except for you’.

His nimble hands made quick work at the suture needle and stitching, you only wincing when the needle pierces through your broken skin. He was careful and calculated while he patched you up, grateful that you had been quiet for just a few moments as he paid your back the same amount of care for the front.

By the time he had finished, you had long drifted off in a sleep. He was regimented in making sure you were breathing consistently and every fifteen minutes or so, he would wake you up to ensure you weren’t going to die on him.

After two hours of nothing out of the ordinary coming from your peaceful state, he let you rest peacefully undisturbed.

———————————————

When you woke up, you weren’t too sure what to expect. Pain was one thing you anticipated… And the pain didn’t disappoint. Perhaps it was because you woke up in a completely different position and place within the lookout than when you fell asleep. No longer by the fire downstairs, but in the makeshift bedroom loft beside a smaller fire.

The headache that thumped through your head was arguably the most painful feeling that was occurring in your body. But that didn’t stop you from slowly rising up, a hand instinctively placed over the wound as it twitched in pain. Sounds of distant guitar chords echoed through the open area, you hadn’t even taken notice that Joel brought his guitar when you two left Jackson earlier in the morning.

Not that you were really paying him much attention earlier in the morning, freely exploring your own mind and memories. Something Joel envied in you was your ability to be so free spirited, despite the apocalyptic fuck fest that was everyday life. He initially chalked you up to being naive and foolish, but the time he’s taken to get to know you had informed him otherwise.

You hesitantly remove the mound of blankets on you and start your attempt to get up. It was a struggle to say the least, your thumping headache and aching wound made it quite the difficult feat to pull off.

All effort aside, you finally carried yourself slowly down the stairs, nursing your wound and instantly missing the warmth that the fire at your bedside provided. By the dimly lit interior it was well and truly deep into the night, which made you wonder how long you’d been asleep for.

Judging by the stillness of the atmosphere, that also meant your earlier encounter with hunters didn’t attract unwanted attention to the lookout.

Joel was seated by the fire in an amicable state, he was seemingly unaware of the fact you’d woken up or even noticed you had seated yourself on the armchair closest to the fire. His eyes shifted toward the movement, surprised to see you had made your way down the stairs without so much as a voice of complaint.

“You sure you weren’t a country singer before this? I’m getting some Billy Ray vibes… Bitta Keith Urban too..” You smile at him, admiring the way the firelight bounced off his features, the scene before you looking like some cozy cottage fantasy.

He put his guitar aside, if he was amused by your joke — you didn’t see it.

You tilted your head to the side, trying to gauge his mood based off the evident shift that occurred between you falling asleep to now. He appeared to be annoyed (not surprising) and closed off more than usual, which meant that he was most definitely not in the mood to be talking.

But you didn’t care, because you had just woken up and felt like enlightening Joel’s darkened front with some excitement at least. “What’s got you in such a delightful mood, country boy?” You shifted your weight off the wound, alleviating the slight pain that kept pinching every so often.

It became apparent that you weren’t going to leave him some peace unless he relented and indulged your attempts to getting him to talk. If he was stuck with anyone else in this situation he’d be visibly more perturbed, it was either dumb luck or fate that the two of you happened to be paired while this already shitty situation got worse.

“Storm came over while you were sleepin’... Get cozy ‘cause we’ll be here for a while.” He gestured lazily to one of the windows, which upon further inspection was completely shadowed from the snow fall, not because it was incredibly late.

You groaned, following up with a sigh, “fuck I’m bored just thinkin’ about bein’ stuck here… Wish I brought a book.” The throwaway statement managed to crack the hard exterior of Joel, earning the slightest chuckle which in turn boosted your ego. Getting that man to express emotions beyond anger or annoyance was something to be met with like a lifelong skill, high risk and low reward.

He reached over to his bag, “might not like it, but if it’ll keep you quiet for a while… here —,” he pulled out an old leather bound book, the spine had been cracked and the pages barely held together due to decades of weathering. You met his outstretched arm halfway to grab a hold of the book, the weight of it unexpected but you caught it nonetheless.

“Lovecraft? I meet a lot of people, but you are by far the strangest man I’ve met.” You mumble out loud while you appreciate the cover and embellishments decorating the edges. You hadn’t intended for him to hear you, but of course he did.

“Figured Ellie might ‘preciate it…” He trailed off, stopping himself from saying a word too many in fear that he gave away too much of an inside peek at his inner thoughts. Upon hearing him you looked up, surprised that he even mentioned his surrogate daughter — considering your observations of the two had been particularly volatile as of late.

You thumb the raised lettering of the title and look at him, his eyes were sad which contrasted his stature. You weren’t one to pry, despite being impressively curious by nature, “kid’s got a gnarly taste in pop culture… I was out on a run and saw one of them comics she likes… y’know she has those hoarded all over Jackson, yeah?”

His eyes flickered over to you, he was trying to get a read on you and sense any plausible reason why you’d bring up Ellie. He knew you weren’t one for ulterior motives but he didn’t like discussing a whole lot about the young girl with many people, no matter how much he enjoyed your company.

“What are you doin’?” He pressed, turning his body to face you front on with his hands clasped together between his knees.

Your eyebrows knit together in thought, unsure what prompted such a serious question and change in demeanour, “Uh… making conversation?” It seemed like an obvious statement, you refrained from being too direct just in case it provoked him further.

“Right…” He merely uttered, standing up from his position on the couch and moving toward the bar. You looked at him with confusion, unsure where the outburst came from and why it even happened in the first place. It wasn’t the first time you’d brought up Ellie in conversation but now it seemed like it was a soft spot for him.

“Okay… I’ll bite — um… what the fuck?” You strained your neck to face him, not wanting to move your entire body to prevent unnecessary pain, “did something happen between you two bec—“

“Y/N… Don’t.” His voice was low, almost like a guttural growl to fend you off from pressing further.

You threw your arms in the air and shook your head, “jesus fuck, Joel you’re a real asshole sometimes… You’re so broody and temperamental I feel like I'm walking on eggshells just to talk to you… Y’know not every person is out to get you.” The words hung in the air for a moment while you started to move yourself off the chair, wanting to have your own space by the upstairs fire.

Watching you struggle to get up from the armchair admittedly did break the tension Joel brought into the room, he sighed loudly to set aside his pride as he slowly shifted toward you, “don’t move… Let me change your dressings over.”

His voice barely made it to your ears, but hearing them made you loudly groan and sit back down, “jesus fuckin’ christ — I cannot deal with you right now,” you mumbled to yourself. Despite Joel being notorious for his outbursts, they rarely featured up front and centre like tonight; particularly around you.

But when they did, it was exhausting to deal with to say the least. Given that almost every time they occurred, you never knew the exact reason why. Things would be much easier for the both of you, if one participant was just that little more vocal.

“Just give me the shit and I’ll do it myself, take your bullshit energy and fuck off over there.” You pointed to the bar where he previously stood, very blunt in telling Joel how much you didn’t want to fight with him knowing you both were snowed in together for who knows how long.

Being as direct and as blunt as you were had been one of the many things Joel came to admire about you, feeling a tangible sense of guilt for blowing up at you like he did. He knelt down beside you, motioning for you to shimmy forward into the light of the fire better.

You huffed in response, not making eye contact with him as you pushed yourself closer to the edge of the chair.

He was careful and delicate once again, inspecting your wound after discarding the used gauze. You found it exceptionally difficult not to look down and watch what he was doing, mainly because you were inquisitive by nature but you couldn’t help but be fond of his closeness.

One of his fingers grazed the carefully done stitches, prompting a wince from you, the action almost snapping you out of your angry facade, “you definitely weren’t a fuckin’ surgeon in your past life, huh.” You call back to the conversation you had earlier, an attempt to help ease the tension between you two.

“And you weren’t no comedian, either…” he bit back, attaching the dressings on the exit wound.

“So you go from grumpy to jokey just like that?” You raise a brow, fully aware you were rattling the cage at this point, but him even cracking a retort of the sarcastic variety was enough of an indicator that he was trying to make reparations.

He taps your thigh and motions for you to turn so he can start on the entry wound, “I ain’t too good at this whole… People... business,” he admitted, stating it like it wasn’t already overtly obvious to any conscious person with a functioning brain.

“Oh what? You’re joking, right? You are such a people person,” you mock, turning your head down to give him a playful smirk.

His eyes met yours, a glint of something you weren’t entirely sure of just yet. Returning his gaze back to changing over the final dressings on your back, “that was uncalled for,” he murmured, pretending not to notice the smile present on your lips.

The simple fact that he admitted to you outloud seemed to be a step in the right direction and for that, you were incredibly grateful.

“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here for?” You ask, feeling Joel's fingers lift from your skin as he finishes patching you up. Missing the sensation it made you feel. You turned back to face him properly, not expecting him to still be seated so close to you, not that you minded at all.

“Hopin’ that we’ll be out by tomorrow… Worst case scenario, we’ll be here for a few days.”

You throw your head back over dramatically, “be stuck inside here with your grumpy old ass — what fuckin’ atrocities did I commit to deserve this?” You jest, smiling even wider seeing the light amusement evident in his eyes, “ah! I’m so close to getting you to laugh, one of these days I’ll get you, cowboy.”

“Definitely weren’t a comedian…” He reiterated, a content smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

The thought of a comeback was completely lost on your part as you simply admired his features up close. From when you first met to now, his hair had grown out longer which you thought looked nice on him, even if it would hang over his face just that little bit.

His hazel eyes were your favourite feature of his, and in the orange glow from the fire they seemed all the more alluring.

It was a happy silence, one filled with just the two of you trying to read each other and guess what the other was going to do. For someone so direct, you were quite talented in not telegraphing intended movements or motions. It made you a hard person to pinpoint which both intrigued and infuriating someone like Joel who was quite adept in reading people.

You were the first one to break away from the stillness, taking the book you were given to pass the time, “as much as I’d love to stare into your dreamy eyes all day, I’ve gotta book to read and a whole lotta time to kill… Thanks for being a shitty nurse… did better than what I could, anyway.”

Joel stood up, giving you ample space to shift. He holds out a hand for you to help yourself up, which you take thankfully. Your throwaway compliment didn’t go unnoticed by him, nor did the way your eyes scanned his features moments ago. He lived through life long enough to know what look you were giving him.

It was a look he’d often see you give him, whether it was subconsciously or not— that, he was unsure of. He was always apprehensive when he saw your eyes darken the way they did, but it was his own inability to allow himself to get close to anyone that caused his uneasiness.

You looked at the man standing before you, his face crinkled in thought as if his mind was elsewhere. You felt a compulsion to ask what he was thinking but weren’t too sure how far that conversation would get before it got messy… Despite his change and attitude, the man was notorious for switching in an instant and you knew better than to prod him too much.

Then again… your favourite pastime was exclusively getting under the man's skin.

“What’re you thinkin’ ‘bout there cowboy? Thinkin’ mighty hard about somethin’.” Being much taller than you were, you ducked to meet his thoughtful gaze. His internal struggle barely showing in his face, only being tossed aside the second his eyes found yours.

“You.”

That had taken you aback, your eyes growing wide as a slight tinge of red dusts your cheeks. Naturally, unable to process compliments or situations like these, you turn to jestful remarks as a way to assess the mood, “should I be concerned? If it’s about who's gonna eat who when starvation starts settin’ in, I would ‘preciate it if you didn’t carve me up.”

“Can you stop talkin’ for just five seconds,” his voice was low and eyes scanning your features.

Intrinsically, you keep talking to fill the void of silence as you aren’t completely sure how else to alleviate the tension, “well… I can consider but —.”

You hadn’t got very far in your smug retort, cut off by the man's abrupt and unexpected decision to shut you up by pressing his lips to yours. It seemingly came out of left field and only took you just a moment to reciprocate, pushing all astonishment aside.

For someone who sported a rough exterior, you were pleasantly surprised at how gentle Joel was, caressing your face with his calloused hands so delicately. You discard the book that was once in your grasp, trading it for his firm chest while you gripped onto his shirt.

Pulling away, you bite down on your lower lip as you look deeply into his eyes. You considered uttering a witty remark, but the look he was giving you was one of warning. And as much as you would love to find out what would happen as a consequence of speaking out, you were content in continuing whatever had already started.

Your hands trail up to the back of his neck, leaning up to press your lips back onto his. This time with a little more desperation, you swipe your tongue on his lower lip, prompting a short but low growl from your companion. One of his hands was pinned to your *good* side, the other remained on the side of your face.

The feeling that pooled in your stomach, matching the hammering of your heart would almost make you concerned if you weren’t in the safe grasp on the man you’d shamelessly pined after.

Despite the hunger and desperation on your part, Joel was still pleased at going at his own pace; which was painstakingly slow. Savouring the moment you two were sharing, as if you were going to disappear in an instant.

“Gotta say — didn’t peg you as the romantic type,” you whispered breathlessly, eyes never straying from his darkened hazel ones, your hands stroking his firm torso, “but we’re gonna have to speed things up.” You brush your lips against his, hovering daringly close while your hands eagerly undo the buttons to his flannel.

He didn’t seem at all bothered by your impatience (it was typical of you after all), but it was bothering him how much of a tease you were being. Far be it for you to not be a pain in his ass even in an intimate manner. Your soft hands kneading his bare chest — which was ripped, you noted to yourself mentally as he shrugged his flannel off.

Your fingers trace the outlines of numerous scars present, regardless of his age and living in a dangerous time for humanity. The healed wounds did little to impact his figure, instead sprinkling slight imperfections across him as if it were to keep him humble.

Joel dips his head to your jawline, trailing small wet kisses down your neck and nipping at some skin to earn the slightest little noises from you. Oh how that made you feel. You squirm in his hold, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to provide some friction to appease the wetness between your legs.

There was little to no hesitation as he pulls your shirt up over your head, surprised at your bare torso. Sure, you both had seen better days but the scars from knives, bullets and arrows were telling of the journey you’d gone through to get to this point; including your most recent addition.

The warmth his hands provided while they trailed over scars and rise of your breasts left your skin tingling. You notice his eyes wandering over your features, knowing he wasn’t judging your looks merely pondering over what story was behind which scar. You’re confident in that sentiment, considering you felt the same way whilst you thumb the scarring on his collarbone.

“You good?” You whisper, your breath hitching as the pad of his thumb grazes your pert nipple. This man…

“Just takin’ in the view.” His voice was low, prompting a smile from you. The man was a hopeless romantic at heart, that was clear enough — any other time you’d gladly lap it up happily, but right now you needed something a little less idealistic. Desire possessing you further (it seemed like you’d have plenty of time together anyway.)

You press your lips back onto his feverishly, trailing your hands down his torso to his jeans. The bulge in his pants growing more in response to your hand giving him a sensual squeeze, he moans into your mouth which is enough of an indicator for you to start undoing his belt.

His hands cupped your breasts progressively harder, taking in your nipples between his thumb and finger. The sensation pulsing downward enough to make your toes curl and thighs clench. You could’ve fucked him there and then, pleasure pooling inside you.

“Sit down,” You ordered, pushing his chest toward the couch to which he obliged, enjoying the fact you were so eagerly prepared to take charge. As a man of tradition, he’d typically lead but found it incredibly arousing to heed your demands and listen. You’re quick in kicking off your shoes and discarding your jeans, welcoming the chill to the air as it cools down your burning skin.

The sight of him on the couch, shirtless and showcasing the tent pitched in his pants was so remarkably inviting you couldn’t wait a second longer, straddling his hips and bringing your lips back onto his as you begin grinding down on his bulge. The friction alone was enough to bring moans of pleasure from both of you, you tugging at his hair harder the more aroused you became.

He pulls away, running his hands up and down your sides - vigilant in not wanting to knock your wound - before bringing his lips to the valley of your breasts, ensuring to leave short kisses on every indent or raised section of scarred skin before settling down on one of your nipples. The free hand that wasn’t anchored at your hips, was kneading your other breast.

A whimper tumbles from your lips, grinding your hips harder against his. You bring a hand down, frantically trying to undo his pants all the while feeling the euphoria coming from just merely grinding him. Yes it had been a while since you felt this good.

He lifts his hips up, giving you enough space to yank down both his jeans and underwear. The feeling of his cock flush up against the thin material of your panties caused you to gasp and grip onto his shoulders tightly.

Both of you moaning at the absolute bare minimum of stimulation of your most sensitive areas. His cock throbbed the second the tip rubbed up against the dampness of your panties, it being far too long since he partaken in anything sexually charged in quite some time. The same goes for you.

Now it was Joel’s turn to get impatient, bringing one hand up behind your neck while the other dipped down into your panties, his fingers stroking your wet slit. You jolt forward at the feeling of his fingers circle your clit, the sensation pooling desperately as your hips buck, riding his fingers.

His calloused fingers seemed to hit the right spot with every roll of your hips, it made you wonder how his lips would feel and tongue would feel if he seemed to be making you feel this good with his fingers alone.

“Fucking hell, Joel.” You cry out, resting your head on the crook of his neck, leaving small love bites along his collar bone. His scent of eucalyptus mixed with wood was ever so welcoming, the aroma that drove you insane whenever he stood a little too close.

Your high began to climb, grinding your hips more desperately against him while he expertly finger fucks you until hitting the right spot, sending your body rigid as your walls close in and around his fingers, pulsating while you ride your climax out.

“Eager, are we?” His breath tingled your ear, even though you weren’t looking at him you could tell he was fashioning some smug smirk. You laugh breathlessly, sitting upright and sliding off your panties.

One of your hands closes over his length, pumping painstakingly slow, all the while watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. Your soft hand wrapped around him felt leagues better than the familiar roughness of his own. His hips bucked to help quicken the pace you had set, to which you smirked and pinned him flush against the couch.

You kept on pumping his throbbing length, positioning yourself more comfortably on his lap. He leaned his head back, lips parted to let the soft grunts pass through while you continued to torment him slowly. If his fingers felt that great, you were eager to find out how well his cock felt.

You position his tip at your entrance, not wanting to torture the man or yourself any longer, sinking down onto his cock while his length stretches you out. Whimpering in sync with his growls, neither of you moving momentarily as you simply bask in the pleasure.

He thrusts his hips up first, a strangled moan escaping your lips as you meet his pace. Your lips brush gently up his neck, stopping just shy of his ear lobe. The faint mewls rolling out of your mouth sending him further into bliss with each roll of the hips, ignoring the painful irritation emitting from your wound.

His hands were anchored firmly to your thighs, fingers digging hard into your skin which would no doubt leave bruises in the morning. You nip at his ear and neck before returning your lips to his, muffled moans stifling out from the both of you with each sloppy kiss.

The sounds coming from you were near on pronographic, coupled with the quickening pace of you riding him, every insatiable thrust filling you more with a desire you weren’t aware you needed until now.

You dreamed of similar scenarios such as this with Joel, but the meager fantasies had nothing on the real thing. How his lips felt on yours, the way his hands caressed every part of you with care yet also commanded it, the way he made you dripping wet without much effort and most of all; the way he felt deep inside you.

He threw his head back, choked breaths preventing him from rasping out the words needed as his climax began rising. You noticed his staggered breathing and picked up the pace, gripping his hair tightly coaxing a guttural moan out from him.

One of his hands squeezed the back of your neck while the other clasped your breast roughly, his hips became rigid while a series of moans filled your ear just as you feel his cum spilling inside you. He slumped back into a comfortable position panting heavily, eying you in your incredibly typical perky demeanour.

You pulled yourself off him, his semi-flaccid member flopping out of you. Thankful past you had the forethought to pack rags, you rifle through your bag to clean yourself up, “you’ve got a surprising amount of stamina, cowboy,” the compliment earned you a smug smile from him, pride being an aura on Joel you never thought you’d see.

“If I’d have known this is all it took to shut you up, I would’ve done it sooner.” He states, as if thinking retroactively would change your ability to annoy the absolute life out of the man.

Tossing him a rag lazily, you chortle at the idea of thinking Joel - of all people - could be someone to get you to stop your antics forever, “Oh you knew — don’t lie to me mister. You just like to see me suffer in silence.” You were as transparent as one could be, yet your intentions were almost always misread as you did well to keep it muddled. Joel was a perceptive man, often finding you hard to read to the point of irritation for him, but - as you anticipated - he figured you out slowly but surely.

“I just like to see you silent,” he retorted, finally moving from his position to clean himself off, “but you ain’t wrong…” A man of his age knew a thing or two about what your not-so-subtle looks meant (even if it took him longer than usual to realise what you were actually wanting) and knowing you for the time he did also meant the possibility of things going south between you two went higher. He respected you too much to commit to something that might eventually be taken away from him in an instance — or vice versa.

“I’m never wrong, actually…” You confidently state, eying him with the same smug smile he sported only moments ago. The arrogant stature you held broken with a grimace as you clutch your injured side, “maybe a little bit wrong… probably shoulda let you lead there…”

He merely shook his head, allowing a chuckle to audibly sound which always felt you with a sense of satisfaction. The man shrouded in mystery was finally opening up to you more, that alone was a privilege you couldn’t be more proud of.

[emsvegetables]

“hi!! your breakup prank hcs for kuroo and akaashi were so good so I was wondering whether you could also write some for bokuto and atsumu?? I love your writing btw! keep up with the good work”

AW ANON YOURE SO SWEET TOTOROFOF THANK YOUUUU <3!!! i hope you like this!

Bokuto:

* “i’m breaking up with you.”

* you decide to try the prank okay him while the both of you are lounging on the sofa, watching some random show on Netflix.

* the moment you say that, and look up at him, his face has gone into shock, and his HAIR has drooped down.

* he’s watching you with a stunned expression on his face, and he’s instantly trying to think of why you wanted to break up with him.

* was it because he wasn’t able to cook dinner for you that other day? he tried, really, but the egg he put in the microwave exploded!!!!!

* was it because he didn’t hug you enough? he made sure he always hugged you before the both of you fell asleep every night!

* was it because he saw your hair curler and used it to curl his hair for fun, but accidentally spoiled it and blamed it on the water? (YOU DID NOT KNOW THIS.)

* he’s just been shocked into silence, and your eyes widen when you see him frown.

* THEN YOU SEE A TEAR SLIDE DOWN HIS CHEEK, AND YOU’RE EVEN MORE SHOOKED.

* NONONONONONONONONO DONT GO INTO EMO MODE NONONONONOOOO

* “Ko?????”

* “(Y/N)!!!!!! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!!!!!!”

* he’s wrapping his beefy arms around you and holding on to you super tightly, because he’s afraid of letting you go.

* “NO Ko!!!! it was just a prank,” you say, hugging him back, and patting him on the back.

* he instantly pulls away from you and grins at you.

* “I KNEW IT!”

* he actually didn’t and he was SO afraid to lose you :(

* anyway he’s just looking at you during dinner after you told him it was a prank.

* and you’re like ?????? Bokuto why you staring at me like that?????

* “Ko? do you have something to tell me?”

* he’s just grinning at you and he says,” you’re really pretty, (Y/N)! i love you.”

* AWWW WTF U CANT LEAVE HIM NOW EVEN IF U WANTED TO.

* like this man???? is a whole-ass puppy.

* you break up with him???? it’s equivalent to kicking a puppy.

* don’t do that.

Atsumu:

* “i’m breaking up with you.”

* you decide to try the prank on him one day while he’s chilling on the bed, and you’re studying on the table next to it.

* there’s SILENCE.

* so you look over, and his eyes are just boring into yours.

* he’s just staring at you.

* and you’re thinking in your head ????? BITCH U AIN’T GG TO REPLY???

* then he says the words that make your heart THUMP loudly against your chest.

* “really? i was thinking of that too.”

* EHHH??? WHAT??????

* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

* “no wait tsum, this was a prank...are you serious?”

* then he laughs after he watches you fumble with your words.

* ?????????

* “baby, you forget i spend nearly all my time on tiktok when i’m bored! i know what you’re trying to do.”

* he’s smirking at you and rolling forward to ruffle your head.

* you’re so confused!!!!!!

* “wait, so you aren’t breaking up with me?”

* “of course not, (Y/N),” there’s an amused smile playing on his face,” why would i? unless you are?”

* when you shake your head he laughs and pulls you towards the bed, and wraps his arms around you and presses a chaste kiss on your lips.

* “that’s my girl.”

* LMAO THIS PRANK BACKFIRED SO HARD.

* YOU NEARLY GOT A HEART ATTACK FROM THIS.

* lmaoooo you’re never trying tiktok shit on Atsumu again.

i hope this was okay, anon!!!!!

requests are OPENED!!!! shoot me an ask bc i love writing cute shit!!!!!

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Um can you write the rfa + v and saeran with a shy mc who got really bold when they are drunk? Thank you ^^

Yup! Thanks for the request and sorry for taking so long ;;;;

RFA+ V and Saeran with a bold drunk MC:

Zen:

Zen had never seen you drunk before

So one night he invited you over to hang out with him

And you soon got drunk

He thought it was funny that you were such a lightweight

But then you suddenly started using cheesy pick up lines lmao

He was so surprised

And he thought it was so cute

So he went along with it and started flirting with you too

There was one point where you were even going to kiss him but Zen nervously laughed and carried you to his bed so you could sleep

He didn’t want to do anything to you while you were drunk

So the next morning when you woke up Zen laughed telling you how you were hitting up on him

And you blushed like crazy

But Zen told you that he wouldn’t mind if you did that again

Also he told you that you owed him a kiss since he held himself back last night so get ready for tons of smooches!

Yoosung:

You’re both drunk lmaoooo!

The RFA had gone out to drink

Except Seven cuz ya boy doesn’t drink

Zen starts teasing you both

But then you start making moves on Yoosung

“Seriously you guys, he’s like-like the c-cutest thing ever. Like look at him! And he’s so smart toooo it’s likeeee daaamnnn Yoosung, hehe, I love you soooo much”

Yoosung turns red and everyone in the table laughs

Then he offers to take you home since he didn’t drink that much

When he’s saying goodbye you suddenly grabbed him and kissed him

Then you stumbled back to your home and waved goodbye

The next day Yoosung recieves a panicked call from you telling him you’re sorry

Yoosung tells you it’s ok but he’s stuttering like crazy

And that was how you guys kissed for the first time lmao

Jaehee:

You both did a musical night!

Zen had just released a new musical and you had managed to get a copy of it

So you were both celebrating!

Jaehee brought over some drinks

She was so surprised when you became bolder

It was as if you were a completely different person

Then you stood up and asked Jaehee to dance with you

And she couldn’t refuse

You both danced all night

And then when a slow song came on you held her close to you

And you were about to kiss her

Jaehee was so nervous

As you were both leaning close, your lips about to touch

You suddenly turned to the side and barfed

Jaehee was surprised and helped cleaning you off

The next day she teased you a bit about it and you turned red

But then she gives you a little kiss on your forehead and tells you it’s all right

Jumin:

(This one is actually based on something I did while drunk RIP me lmao)

He suddenly received a call from you late at night while he was drinking wine

You both would usually talk at this hour so he of course picked up

“H-hey J-Jumin howzzz it goin’?”

Jumin was surprised at first

“Uhm...are you drunk?”

“No silly! I’m Y/N pfttttt hahaha”

Yea you told bad jokes when you were drunk lmao

Jumin found out that you had gone drinking with some of your friends and now you were at home, getting ready for bed

“H-hey Jumin, did you know that I’ve had the biggest crush on you since-since I met you. I-I mean you’re so so kind and-and you’re so perfect-it’s-honestly I don’t get how you do it. But I love you so so much and you’re so beautiful” you started saying, and towards the end you started sobbing

Jumin was red in the face

He liked you too, but you were drunk and crying what, what was he supposed to do?

“Y/N, why don’t you head to bed and we can talk tomorrow?”

“Mhmmm but I wanna talk to youuuuu”

Jumin chuckled and decided to make a deal with you. If you went to sleep right now he would take you out on a date the next day, but you had to go to bed

You excitedly nodded and went to bed, telling Jumin good night

But not before asking for a bed time story

So you went to sleep with Jumin’s soothing voice telling a cute story

The next day you went to his home and apologized but Jumin smiled and told you there was nothing to worry about

And then he reminded you that you both had a date

Saeyoung:

It was an RFA party

Saeyoung was outside since he didn’t really feel comfortable around drunk people

The smell of alcohol really brought back some bad memories for him

But he didn’t want to be a party pooper so he just left for a bit

He was leaning against the balcony and looking at the stars

Suddenly he heard the door open and someone stumble so he quickly turned around

And he saw you there

“Y/N? What are you- wait why are you even outside?”

He quickly made his way over to you and let you lean on him

You giggled and hugged him

“Mmm, Seven, I like you so much did you know? I’ve wanted to confess to you for a while but-but I just can’t. So I told Yoosung and Zen and they told me the best way was to drink to gain the courage! And here it is!”

You quickly pulled away and stood up straight, one hand on your hip and another one pointing at Seven

“I, Y/N hereby confess that I like you! God Seven Zero Seven, defender of justice, hacker god and cat dad! I humbly ask if I could be your 606! Oh and wait! I don’t want you to reply yet because I think I’m going to fall...asleep...right now...”

Seven once again quickly got hold of you before you fell on your face and hugged you close

He let out a dry laugh and looked up

“Jeez Y/N...confessing like this...you’re so adorable....my 606...”

V:

You were drunk and had come over to his house

He was surprised but let you in

You immediately grabbed him and pulled him down on the couch, straddling him

“Mhm, Jihyun...I-I reall like you...I- every time I see you I want to kiss you and hold you close”

V was blushing like crazy as he looked up at you

“Y/N...I”

Before he could reply you fell on top of him and started snoring

V chuckled and hugged you tight

“I like you too Y/N...thank you for telling me.”

The next day you woke up super embarrassed but V told you it was fina and he made you some delicious breakfast

Then you went out for a date!

Saeran:

It was the RFA party and he was in a corner, not really talking to anyone

Like Saeyoung, he didn’t really like it when people got drunk it front of him

Whenever that happened his guard would go up

Suddenly he saw you coming over and he smiled, but then he realized you were drunk

“Y/N?” He went over to you and helped you stand up

But then you quickly cornered him in a wall, a seductive smirk on your face

“Saeran...I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long...I like you so much. You’re such a kind and beautiful person.”

Saeran was blushing like crazy and as you were about to kiss him you missed and fell on top of him

He held you tight and slowly leaned down the wall, you in his arms

He didn’t know what to do

He literally panicked

You were wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face in his chest

And you fell asleep just like that

The next day he called you to see how you were feeling and you quickly apologized

But he smiled and told you it was fine, that he liked you too

That afternoon you both went on a date and ate ice cream!

[bangtansfavwriter]

💘bangtan as boyfriends: taehyung💘

-he was rather shy at the beginning of your relationship but you soon realised how serious he was about you

-very commited to you, your relationship and your future together

- but all in all he was rather slow to open up but you have taught him to trust more in people

-with each passing day his walls crumbled more and more and you started to see his soft side

-you have taught him that vulnerability is not something to be afraid of

-this is why tae is absolutely bound to you, no matter what happens

- the depth of your relationship is what keeps you going despite every hardship you face, for example when he's gone on tour for months

-you miss each other terribly and it's difficult for both of you... but embracing each other again once he's back makes it worth it again

-his career is very important to him obviously, but he knows that he must make time for you as well to make things work out

-bc he's also very serious about you.. even when you guys were a new couple he knew that this was gonna be long-term

- he will give you his honest opinion and full support whenever you need it most

- very very dependable

- knows when to be straightforward with you and when to goof around to make you smile

-oh my god he loves your smile so much, it can brighten up his entire day and you get so shy when he tried to tease you to smile at him and he adores it sooo much

-he managed to catch a blurry pic of you while doing that and it's his phone wallpaper ever since

- sends you good morning texts every day and will never end the day without sending you a good night text

- will never let you pay when you're out together so don't even try, he'll take personal offense tbh

- sends u gifts per mail from every country that they're touring through and will write you small letters about how, when and where he bought it and how much he misses you.... you'd send him a picture of it whenever it arrived and it'd just make his day to know how excited you got when the package arrived

-he's very thoughtful and sweet

-and you knew that you wouldn't get to hear him say "I love you" very often but instead he'd show it through actions like the ones I listed before, that's his love language

- also, he's not too big on pda, very private displays of affection, like when you're cuddling at home and back hugs like when you're making yourself tea and suddenly he's behind you and slowly roams his hands up your body and wraps you up against his body, while planting soft kisses against your neck

-needless to say, your focus was not fixing tea anymore

-kisses start off slowly but will turn steady, he knows how to build up your tension

- he's a very sensual lover, stimulate him in the right way and .... you're in for a ride

- very passionate when he wants to be, body talk let's him say things he fails to put into words sometimes

- loves pillow talk and your topic range would be HUGE bc I can see him being into unusual and lengthy conversations with someone who can keep up with his unconventional side and match this energy in a conversation

-so it wouldn't be rare that you guys would chill on his balcony on summer nights talk until without realising how quick time would pass and you both would go "oh, the sun...."

- sometimes your lengthy talk wouold be much to the dismay of the other members who'd chill with you from time to time

-3am-

tae: i just KNOW we're not alone in the universe

you: but will they ever accepts humans and show themselves to us ?

tae: right... 😔 they probably think we're stupid as hell and -

jimin, from his room: go the fUCK TO SLEEP!!!!

- taehyung glared towards the door bc aliens are the best topic ever tbh and you'd look at him and say "the last time I saw you glaring at jimin like that was when the dumpl- ", tae: "DO NOT EVEN START WITH THAT"

- anyway, let's not lose focus here lmao

- since tae and you started off as besties you guys are very chill together, sometimes tae forgets his bf duty because of that

-like the time he forgot valentine's day, which u didn't really mind bc you knew that he was busy but he pulled up at your flat at 11pm and insisted on taking you out and did so.. to a very very fancy restaurant and you were like "oh crap" when you saw the prices there but tae didn't take no for an answer bc he loves spoiling you

- he always makes you feel special and it doesn't take fancy dinners to do that

- whenever you tell him some story he's fully concentrated on you and listens to each of your words so intently that it was making you shy at first bc he'd sit there like you were telling him the secrets of the universe

-so you told him that it's kinda weird for you, only to realise that he didn't even know he was doing that and he became shy afterwards

you: oh god I didn't want to make you uncomfortable with that, I'm sorry 😔

tae: nooo *grabs your hands* I should be the one to say that... I never realised I do that, it's just weird, right?

you: not weird, but unusual, I guess ? It's not like everything I tell you needs your undivided attention

tae: everything you say needs my attention. everything you say is important to me, sweetheart. you could say the dumbest words and it would still sound like heaven to me. maybe that's why I stare at you like that... I don't know.. but I hope you don't feel uncomfortable around me because I do that. You're just very dear to me...

-he told you all of that and shyly scratched his head and you'd sit there completely awestruck about the fact that kim taehyung pretty much adored you in any way, even when talking about whatever random stuff that came to your mind... and you couldn't find words at that moment that could show him the immeasurable amount of love, warmth and affection that he made you feel that moment so you just hugged him very tightly, which was surprising to him at first but then he started chuckling and hugged you back

- makes you knees weak every time he calls you "my love"

-finds your odd habits cute, looks at with the biggest smile when you did a sing-song to remember where you put your keys

- at least 40% of your texts are memes, tae would get a message from you, grin and get up before opening it next to the guys and they'd be like "ohh, risky texts?👀" whereas it was just a meme streak you guys were doing

- your biggest fan and hype man tbh

-you had some good lighting in your room one day and used it to make like 34 selfies out of which 3 were like okay-ish and 1 actually looked pretty nice so you decided to put it as your new profile pic... tae was doing promotions and a fan sign that day and he got the notification and actually suddenly GASPED and everyone was like "????", his fan signs actually captured the moment which made you laugh your ass off when you found out about it and it is now your favourite picture sequence

-he texted you after this happened

tae: how dare you... my heart couldn't handle it.. even the fans noticed

you: ????

tae: your dp... how dare you look so ravishing... 👀

you: lmaoooo, is that what this is about ?? - you sent him a link of the gasp moment -

tae: when u hype ur lover and still get mocked 😔✊🏼

you: nooo you were so cute baby, thank u for being my hype man 😚💕

tae: always, baby 🥰

-btw couple items even couple outfits are a huge thing with you two

yoongi, seeing your matching coats and yeontan's matching sweater:

"why"

taehyung, while trying on some of his 6274 sunglasses with you:

"it's called fashion, hyung"

"and love, yoongo"

"looove, hyung"

*dog panting*

yoongi: -walks away-

-you pretty much feel invincible when he's with you and he feels the same way

- you two are very devoted to one another and that's why everyone is sure that this will very likely be a long-term relationship

-he's rather dominating sometimes but you know... 👀 you don't mind 👀👀

-never jealous bc he knows there won't be any other hoes

- you once were in the front row during a concert and stared him down when he winked at some bimbo who yelled her lungs out.... and he had the audacity to laugh and mouthed "fan service" to you.. you nodded, but still were disgruntled af, so some time later he danced his way to your side of the stage and knelt down, while you put out your phone to film his anpanman antics and he took your phone and filmed him and the guys on stage before he gave you back your phone, but not without turning away from the audience and throwing a kiss into the cam...

the girl next to you: LUCKY YOUUU

you: GIRL I KNOWWW

-one word from bang pd and your relationship would be public right away

-taehyung's trust in you and your support for him are a solid foundation for this and everyone is very well aware of that

- tae goes into these moods sometimes where he puts up his walls again and starts distancing himself from you

-this used to be a reason you got into fights at first until you talked it out and you realised that he needs you show him love in times like these

-he assured you that he doesn't do this on purpose but that it's more like that he loses his trust in himself sometimes and thinks you're better off without him

-this tended to happen most when he was away from you for a long time and this made things worse bc you couldn't speak to him directly

-but when you two finally talked it out (when he was back) you knew that taehyung needed grounding from this stressful side of his life... so you promised him that you're gonna stay by his side as long as he doesn't shut you out, which he promised you too

- after a long talk you both felt drained but knew that this was gonna change things between you, your bond has strengthened and just when you were about to drift to sleep in his arms, you heard him whisper "I love you.. you have no idea how much..." and you finally fell asleep and had the most blissfully peaceful sleep in ages

-he loves to see you interact with his friends or even family members

-you were so nervous when you met his parents but soon your worries faded into thin air as the kim family made you feel their warmth and love

- tae's heart grew like 3 sizes when he saw you laugh with his parents, while playing with yeontan who wouldn't leave your side (taehyung occasionally calls him brutus), all in all he knew that you indeed were a perfect match for him

-loves to help you reach your goals, as much as you support his

- to him, you stand out in any crowd and he's just very proud to have you by his side and call you his

- knows how to surprise you and will give a lot of thought into the dates he plans

- takes a lot of pictures of you, for example when you guys were at the zoo and he saw you looking at cubs with

heart eyes or when you were at an art exhibition and discussed some piece with an elderly man who was there too... half of taehyung's gallery consists of your candids

- btw you two are regulars at a dog cafe nearby and both of you lose every bit of self-control as soon as you see the first pup run towards you

- he once planned a 2 hour trip to some cabin just to go stargazing there with you and it was truly worth it as you saw the night sky in it's most mesmerising form... taehyung and you were trying to figure out some constellations, but some time later you noticed that he went quiet and chuckled when you caught him looking at you.. "you're gonna make me blush again.." you said shyly. "too bad it's dark and I can't see you blush", he teased and winked at you when you looked at him. "seriously, tae, you should keep looking at the stars." - "i am, my love.."

[drarry-with-a-side-of-harry]

THAT WAS ONE OF THE GAYEST EPISODES IN A HOT MINUTE LMAOOOO WTF

so i’ve just watched series 4 episode 10 ‘A Herald of the New Age’ uhhhhhh

wait wait wait so gwen’s gone for two (2) seconds and Arthur and Merlin are flirting like they’re in a school playground all over again lmaoooo i’m so done

so first of all they get back to Camelot and Merlin’s falls back into his concerned boyfriend routine 🥺🥺🥺🥺 SIDE NOTE THE KNIGHTS ARE JUST FULLY AWARE OF THESE TWO AT THIS POINT THEY ALWAYS FLIRT AND ARE REALLY TENDER IN FRONT OF THEM I CANNOT BE ARSED anyway Merlin asks Arthur if he’s alright and Arthur’s all sad and brooding 🥺🥺🥺 so Merlin says he was being quiet and Arthur just answers him with a snide remark but with none of the laughter and ARTHUR, KING, SWEETIE WHY WON’T YOU JUST LET THIS BOY HELP YOU???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

SO THEN WE SKIP AHEAD A BIT AND OMFG LET ME TELL YOU I WAS CACKLING WITH LAUGHTER AND KEPT HAVING TO PAUSE IT. THIS SHIT IS GOLDEN

so Merlin walks in on Arthur asleep at his desk. if you’ve watched the show you will remember this scene because it’s too iconic but am i gonna run through it anyway?? you’re damn right i am because i am obsessed lmaoooooo

SO MERLIN JUST STRAIGHT UP BANGS ON THE DESK REALLY FUCKING LOUDLY TO GET HIM TO WAKE UP HAHAHAHAHHAA AND ARTHUR HAS FOOD ALL OVER HIS FACE I-

who fucking wrote this shit it’s too good man

Arthur jumps out of his mind and Merlin the little shit has the audacity to say “oh i’m sorry i didn’t mean to scare you” HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU ABSOLUTE DICKHEAD MERLIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and he barely even cracks a smile how this man holds it together i will never know. honestly how Colin Morgan managed to deliver that just once without cracking up is beyond me.

OH BUT WE’RE FAR FROM FINISHED

so Arthur responds “you didn’t scare me, i was asleep” LMAOOOOO YEAH BITCH WE KNOW HAHAHAHAHAHA IM STILL SCREAMING ABOUT THIS

so now Merlin starts to laugh a bit but he’s holding it together. you know when you’re in school and something funny happens with your mates and you shouldn’t laugh because you’re meant to be working but you can’t not laugh and you’re all just snorting to stop yourselves from laughing??? yeah same energy

Arthur: “why’ve you got that stupid smile on your face?” baby i don’t know what to tell you anymore

Merlin: “it’s nothing. why were you sleeping with your head on the table?” and his face just drops to confusion HOW DOES HE NOT KEEP LAUGHING

Arthur: “i fell asleep while i was reading” uh huh okay sure thing

Merlin: “what were you reading?” this is turning into the most mundane conversation you’ve ever heard but it’s priceless because Arthur’s still half asleep and Merlin’s just fucking with him i’m so done

Arthur looks around trying think of something and realises be can’t lie anymore so this bitch just has to say “i am the King of Camelot i do not have to answer to the likes of you” LMAOOOOOOOO KING JUST ADMIT YOURE AN IDIOT AND LEAVE and Arthur’s almost cracking a smile at this point too we get it you love him

Merlin: “oh you’re in a good mood, you obviously got out of the wrong side of the table” AND THIS MAN JUST STARTS PISSING HIMSELF AT HIS OWN JOKE I-

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

AND ARTHUR’S DEADPAN STARE IS PRICELESS

and Merlin explains the joke while he’s still laughing and Arthur replies “that’s extremely clever and funny Merlin there really are no limits to your wit now will you please just get me some breakfast” HAHAHAHAHHAA MATE WHEN I SAY IM HOWLING WRITING THIS POST

‘there really are no limits to your wit’ sent me

so Merlin goes to get breakfast and Arthur (who has loads of food on his face remember) uses the plate as a mirror OH BOY

THIS SCENE COULD NOT BE ANY FUNNIER I SWEAR

he lowers the plate with another deadpan stare aimed at the door. boy is FUMING LMAOOOOOOOO

he shouts Merlin and i will suck my own big toe if there is anyone in the castle Camelot that didn’t hear him MY GOD THAT WAS PRICELESS

me current state: deceased

OH AND IT DOESN’T STOP THERE OH NO NO NO

so the very next scene we’re at training Arthur tells the lads to pair up and Gwaine asks what’s in his hair. Arthur’s face is just a picture. Merlin helpfully answers that it’s stew. Leon asks him why he’s got stew in his hair. Merlin quickly responds “because he was reading” in that tone when Merlin’s being a right snarky little shit oh you know

the lads just turn to look at Arthur like “wtf man??”

Arthur takes a minute and says “change of plan. i think we’ll try something different” lmaoooo you just know what’s coming next

so Merlin’s used for sword practise

Arthur has first go and the lads are smirking at them and each other like “oh these two had another domestic” “about the stew this time ahhh right” lmaooooo

JUST GOLD

there was a whole two (2) minutes of just solid flirting, taking the piss and just generally annoying the shit out of each other i-

OH AND THERE’S MORE

it’s nighttime now and this cheeky bastard asks “would you like me to make up the bed Sire, or will you be sleeping on the table again?” with a little smile on his face HAHAHAHAHAHAHA it just keeps getting better this episode really is a gift

Arthur doesn’t respond because he’s all moody again and Merlin all but roles his eyes all he wants to do is cheer up his boyfriend 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 so he sighs “is this about Gwen” and Merlin looks kinda irritated and sad and Arthur won’t even look at him and Merlin says “we all miss her. you more than anyone” and Arthur cuts him off with “you can go now” maaaaate the feels

Merlin: “Arthur”

Arthur: “get out” oh so now you look at him

omfg you were happy earlier can you please just let him help you ffs you’re just making each other really fucking sad and it’s not helping anything

and Merlin leaves and Arthur kind of looks over his shoulder and almost shakes his head like he doesn’t actually want him to go 🥺🥺 and every damn time something like this happens i expect him to say “no, wait” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

and now Arthur looks even more sad. well baby i don’t know what to tell you but you did just do that to yourself a little bit. just leT MERLIN HELP YOU ffs

SO Merlin storms in and dad Gaius is at the table reading and Merlin’s just ranting that he’s done being nice to Arthur and he doesn’t get any thanks and he’s saved his life so many times and all he ever does is shout at him. yeah boy we know aND SO DOES GAIUS because this man does not look up at him!!!!!! tell me that’s not Merlin ranting to his dad about his crush i swear-

Gaius tells him there’s more important things to worry about like the plot of this episode perhaps??? lmaoooo this is getting out of hand now. dad’s so done with Merlin’s lovesick bullshit lmaoo

so we move on a bit and Arthur tells his uncle that Merlin thinks Elyan’s possessed oh so now dad’s dead you value Merlin’s counsel huh king?? we love to see it

we love that Merlin can speak up a bit more now ehehehe

so uncle says that Merlin’s just tryna protect his friend and Arthur just looks at Merlin like “i believe you don’t worry but we need evidence man”

oh my christ we’re only half way through true episode i’ll try and speed things up a bit i think the main Merthur action’s done anyway

Merlin breaks Elyan out. arrives back at Camelot and walks into the throne room. Arthur’s drinking and reading something and just looks up when Merlin enters with the most glorious look on his face like “oh this bitch is back finally” and carefully considers what he’s gonna say to him 😂😂😭😭😭

Arthur: “Merlin! good of you to join me. perhaps i should fill you in on all that’s been happening while you’ve been... that’s a good question. what the hell have you been doing??” LMAOOOOO these two i can’t

Merlin: “i was...”

Arthur (cutting him off): “choose your next words carefully. they may be you last” pahahahahahaha alright king pipe down

Merlin: “i was searching.. in the woods.... for some herbs for Gaius” boy’s just rambling about herbs and says he got lost

Arthur: “you mean to tell me that you’ve been wandering around in the woods all night???”

and the look on this man’s face. WONDERFUL

Merlin says yes and Arthur asks what happened to his head because it’s bruised and i just knew it was coming ffs “i tripped over a root and hit my head on a tree and knocked myself out” this fucking moron. this fool i despair

Arthur just toys with him and offers him some food with him at the table is it a joke though Arthur if you actually just want to have a lunch date with him and Merlin realises he’s joking and we get another golden deadpan stare from Arthur and it’s the funniest shit damn this episode is blessed and Arthur just stares him down as he fucks off out of the room lmaooooooo 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and then to finish it off dramatically picks up his paper again so we all know he’s back to ‘important reading’ uh huh Arthur sure you’re not just thinking about that interaction?? like the rest of us clowns

fast forward and Arthur let’s Elyan go and somehow Merlin’s there again???

anyway Arthur talks to his uncle and when he’s gone Arthur confides in Merlin and Gaius i’m sorry but we have to stan some A+ development (also i really hope Arthur’s starting to lose trust in his uncle because i was sort of getting that vibe from this scene idk we can only hope)

Merlin’s in Arthur’s chambers that night clearing up and Arthur says “that’ll be all Merlin” anD MERLIN REPLIES “are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” UMMMMMMM FOR WHAT????? I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT ARTHUR WAS GOING TO SLEEP UHHHHHHHHHHHHH IDK MAN SEEMS KINDA SUS TO ME WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO MERLIN JUST SLEEP IN HIS BED WITH HIM??? HMMMMMMMMM THE PLOT MAJORLY THICKENS BECAUSE ARTHUR DOESN’T EVEN FIND THIS AN ODD SUGGESTION BECAUSE HIS RESPONSE IS JUST “think i’m gonna get an early night” OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL THAT IMPLIES THAT HIM AND MERLIN WOULD BE- *BIG COUGH COUGH*

AND SECONDLY THAT IMPLIES THAT THIS IS SOMETHING THEY’VE DONE BEFORE I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION THE EVIDENCE SEEMS PRETTY CONCLUSIVE TO ME YOUR HONOUR

then they have a nice little joke about Merlin not getting an early night lmaooo we do love to see the bants

so later on Merlin follows Arthur into the woods lmao of course he does would you really expect anything less at this point?? and they have this whole why are you here?! no why are you here?! moment lmao

Arthur tells him he’s free to go back to Camelot at any time sweetie you really think that’s gonna happen?? you fool Arthur Pendrgaaon because obviously Merlin’s not going anywhere AND THEN ARTHUR’S BACK TO BEING A SELF SACRIFICIAL LITTLE SHIT AGAIN BABY YOU’RE KING NOW YOU CAN’T BE SO WILLING TO DIE AT EVERY FUCKING PROBLEM WTF we find out that this whole thing’s Arthur’s fault but this whole scene is honestly so nice and lovely and warm and he knows what he did was wrong and that he was a stupid young man 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and the druid boy forgives him 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and he’s CRYING omg recently Merlin’s constantly on the verge of tears but when Arthur cries you know some bad shit’s going down and the music omgggg 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 “from this day forth the druid people will be treated with the respect they deserve, i give you my word” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i love him your honour

so then we’re back in Arthur’s chambers and Merlin says “you know that was incredibly moving what you said at the shrine” Arthur says “it served it’s purpose” because Elyan’s alright ARTHUR STOP PRETENDING YOU DON’T CARE TO LOOK COOL FOR YOU BOYFRIEND MERLIN KNOWS YOU’RE 10X THE MAN YOUR FATHER EVER WAS

Merlin says “you meant it” and then Arthur gets a bit snappy because he’s embarrassed 🥺🥺🥺 and Merlin says “i don’t ever think i’ve seen you cry before. well not like that. you had tears running down your cheeks it’s nice to see this new sensitive emotional side to you, it suits you” doesn’t it just baby???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 then we get a classic shut up Merlin and this is the first time Arthur dares to look at him throughout this conversation 😭😭😭 and then Merlin mocks him *gasp* “i really thought you’d changed” lmaoooo “then you’re as stupid as you are ugly” lmaooooooo Arthur just tell him he’s pretty and leave

and just to finish things off

Arthur’s walking to the door

Merlin: “so there’s no chance that we could have a hug?” and he’s half 🥺 and half smiling/laughing ready to play it off

Arthur turns back to him and starts play running towards him and Merlin runs away and Arthur tackles him off screen aND YOU CANNOT TELL ME ARTHUR DID NOT GIVE THAT MAN THE BIGGEST HUG WHEN THEY WERE BOTH DOWN ON THE GROUND AHHHHHHHHAHAHAHA THEH ARE SO PURE I LOVE IT 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 can you not just imagine these two giggling and chasing each other round the room i-

[rebelliouslala]

Kim Namjoon

exams are coming up

and u

are

fucking

terrified

you’re a sophomore in college but that doesn’t help

u have one of the hardest teachers EVER

professor scott

that bitch

they want you specifically to write an essay

about s p a i n

theyve been trying to help you out for this internship but they also

RLY

get on ur fucking nerves

like 45367829 times than anyone else you ever fucking MEt

so now ur tired and honestly u just needed help finding the history of fucking spain

why spain like who the hell needs to know that columbus was high before he went to a place and ruined everything there

everyone knows that

so while u look like you could cause fucking arson

you go to one of the librarian TAs and tap their shoulder

“hey, where are the history books?”

the man turns around and you almost choke on your own fucking drool

His muscular figure was in a smart look of a loose shirt of of a teddy bear shirt and some jeans

His pretty dark eyes are slightly curtained by matching, shaggy brown hair, which he pushes back with his ease to reveal his amazingly smooth caramel skin and black frames

“oh, well, which era and what county? What’s your genre-?”

his voice was deep as

HELL

AS FucK BRo

“you’re really hot”

what

the

FUCK

did you just say??????????????????????????/

sure the only people youve seen is your roommate

who u usually saw asleep at 4am like a good child aHeM

and ur professor but

R U RLY THAT THIRSTY LMAOOOO

the man laughs and he nods, “Call me Namjoon, and I uh, get that a lot. if you wanted m number you couldve asked”

“im so sorry! no no, i shouldnt, just, can i get the history of spain?”

so he shows you, gently raising an eyebrow, “Ah, so you downgraded to the, meh history of Spain. Are you sure you wouldn’t like the history of Pompeii? That is pretty hot,”

you start laughig, and he cuckles

in his VerY deep as voice

okay so maybe u fell a little more for his dimpled ass

but like how can u not

so u do get his number

as a friend

this was after you gave it back, and he just was being nice

u didnt rly mind, hes funny, and being a friend is always good

#platonic relationships r bueno

he would help you out with studying, being in the same year as you

wow what a coinkie-dink idk how to spell

it’s just been regular hangouts, you and he would study in the library, even if he was supposed to assist

you listened to his music

to his poems

you shared yourself with him too, what you’re majoring in, what u passionate about

he’s been, nothing but supportive

he lets you meet his frat, the Boy Scouts

u always make fun of their name but they’re all rly fucking chill

ur only rly close to Joon tho

he was the leader, so often he was alone, meaning you both would just hang in his room

either doing like a light glass wine or like a couples glasses of soju and being crackheads

often doing karaoke at 3am and summoning ghosts of boy scouts past

OR you go to a poem cafe that he would often perform at you

he slams down some slams

but like he’s rapping this shit

you were maybe like the other only person who heard every word, so when he finishes, with a teeny, dimple shy smile

like uwu

kay sure y’all friends but ur heart did an oops and ack

you’re hopelessly in love

you stand up, snapping your fingers rapidly like an encore and he would blush

every day with him, you fell for him, and just loved being near him

you couldn’t imagine yourself without that

until one day it stops

everything

you sit at your usual spot in the library

humming one of his songs because GOD it’s catchy

but he’s not there

you ask Jin, nope

Yoongi, who is also in his class

everyone close to him

even you, his closest friend, according to Jin

it’s like he vanished

you knew he had some poem thing before Jin graduated

one day you go to the frat, with Hobi, since he tried to cheer you up

he was rly sad for you, hugging you

but

there he is

wearing a tight black shirt so you can really see his muscular figure

that has somehow rly fucking brown over 2 weeks

he wears a blue suit jacket and suit pants, stapled with black shoes

his dark hair is gone, replaced with a sexy undercut and dark purple hair that is swooped to the side

he looks like a model

or some sort of fucking sugar daddy mm

“uhm, joon?”

he looks at you and you almost go weak at the knees

hes so

hot

he takes your face and he gently leans in

and you can still see the same boy

the same music nerd

the same childish boy that loves to sing when he’s drunk

the same cute dimpled guy who stole your heart

that is now holding your heart

“I got into a music school, y/n” he smiles, laughing softly

you gasp and hold his hand, laughing a little

“and it’s all thanks to you; you told me that one song- well, just thank you”

he hugs you tightly, and you feel his lips near your ear as he whispers, “I cannot thank you, or love you enough, can I?”

you feel tears come to your eyes and you shake your head

“namjoon, are you-?”

“i think you’re really hot,” he chuckles and holds you closer

“i’ve been in love with you since you listened to my music. i never showed anyone, but you . .you made me confident enough”

“you’re,” you hold his cheek, and he shamelessly leans into your touch, “you’re not joking. . .?”

“never, i love you, and i think you’re WAY hotter than pompeii”

you feel your cheeks heat up

even in your wildest dreams

this would have never happened

“i love you too, kim namjoon”

you both just softly kiss, and hold each other closely, small chuckles filling up the room

[luvteez]

tag game ep.1: writer tag

thank you gina buttercup ( @babiesanshine ) for tagging me :’( 

ミ☆ what is your ideal setting for focusing on your writing?

on my bed, either in complete silence or with only one (1) song that i listen to the entire time while writing; 95% of the time starting 8 pm

ミ☆ what is your favourite genre to write?

so uhm... given that i only write one genre (excluding social media aus) it’s smut kashdlkajsdlk but it does get repetitive writing it (seriously, how many different variations of shagging can one come up with?) and actually, i also like writing humor! mainly college/soulmate aus with lots of banter and sarcastic writing style

ミ☆ do you prefer to write on paper, or digitally?

digitally if i’m writing the whole scene out, on paper if i have a complex idea that i have to sort out first so that the story makes sense and doesn’t have any plot errors

ミ☆ it’s the middle of the night and you suddenly wake up with an idea. what do you do?

keep it in my head to write down in the morning and try to fall asleep again or in case i also know how i want to write it and have a paragraph or two stuck in my head, i grab my laptop and write it down in my docs (that has only happened one time thank god)

ミ☆ who is your favourite person to write about?

uhhhhhh i guess hyunjin and san bc they’re the easiest for me to write kjdlkajsdlkj it’s just??? idk i vibe with their personalities the best??? so the stories involving them usually come out easier than when i write about others

ミ☆ do you like making your own characters, or do you usually write about real people?

back in my wattpad days i liked making my own characters but now, i very much prefer writing the y/n thing because then i don’t have to be too detailed about their personality/appearance since they’re supposed to be a reader insert yes i am lazy sajdklj

ミ☆ have you ever written a book, or a story with more than 15 chapters (100k words)?

once. it was my very first fanfiction (that super cliché luke hemmings fic that i have taken down thank the lord) and suprisingly it’s the only multichaptered fic i ever completed with a whopping chapter count of 60 DJFHKJHSDKJ IDK HOW I DID THAT PLS 

ミ☆ how often do you get ideas?

it comes in phases ngl in one moment i have 98374837 ideas and hammer the requests out every three days, and in the next moment i don’t release new content for a damn month yea-

ミ☆ do you ever get an idea that you really like, but just can’t seem to finish?

LMAOOOO WAY TOO MANYYYYY but recently i’ve been trying to recycle some of my old drafts into my newer works so that those 7k words of a minseok fic that never saw the light of day i wrote 2 years back were for nothing y’know

ミ☆ what is your least favorite plot?

anything yandere. i just... yandere is a pass for me unless the writing style really draws me in. and if it’s yandere and then the generic kidnapping plot i’m NYOOMING OUT. also those i fELL iN LoVE WiTh mY BULLy / mY BuLLy LoVES mE THAt’s whY THeY’Re sO mEAn fics they should be illegal istg -- luckily i haven’t seen any of them on here or ao3 but if that wattpad ranking system still exists i bet there are at least 5 of those bully fics that are still in the top 100 when you search bts fanfics

ミ☆ミ tagging everyone who wants to do it bc it’s 1:30 am and i have no brain cells left to tag anyone in particular ミ☆ミ

[taurusjaehyun]

change // j.jh

♦️ Pairing: jaehyun x fem reader

♦️ Other Members/ Characters: Yeri from Red Velvet, Haerin (oc), Taeyong [mentioned], Johnny and his wife, Saera (oc) [mentioned]

♦️ Genre: angst, single dad jaehyun, bff au, unrequited love au

♦️ Warnings: grab a tissue ig?? Also, mentions of bisexual Jaehyun

♦️ Word count: 2,601

♦️ Story: You’ve known Jung Jaehyun for all of his life and you did everything together until you were older. After his girlfriend had left him and their new born baby alone in college, it was only natural you’d take the role of his daughter’s mother, like how he said he was the father of your son, Clark, a chow-chow, growing up. You’ve been playing house for years now but he’s starting to change and you don’t know what to feel about it.

 Note: I’m uploading everything I’ve written since forever before I write new ones so I can fill up this blog with scenarios. Also, for some reason, I was hooked on writing with babies and children in stories years ago LMAOOOO so yeah, the last scenario I posted was Jaehyun with an unknown daughter lol Anyways, tell me what u think after. I don’t bite and I’d like to be friends! 

You should have known when the ‘signs’ started to show almost 3 months ago. He was more distant, less focused when you were having conversations. He became distracted and closed up until it went to him completely not saying things he always used to say. The skin ship was less to none, the banter wasn't there, the affection was declining, and the warmth in his eyes was getting running out. In a blink of an eye, the person you knew for years wasn't there anymore.

 He was slowly turning different.

 It became worse when he'd often sleep out without telling you and returning home early in the morning for appearances sake for Haerin. If he did stay, he would sleep beside Haerin. Well, before, he would sleep beside Haerin but then he'd start to sleep in the living room, leaving just as soon Haerin left for school. You barely made conversation then. Video calls and phone calls were close to none and texts were scarce.

 But to his credit, he was still an amazing father to Haerin. He often took Haerin out, excluding you but it was understandable because you were also very busy because you started to work on personal cases that took more of your time than usual. It was a career step but you made sure to do everything for Jaehyun and Haerin. Upon seeing that Jaehyun was becoming distant, you had worked on becoming closer to him but he seemed to shut you out. You'd cook his favorite food, buy his favorite snacks, play his favorite songs and did whatever you knew would please him, even going as far as letting him 'suck' on your boobs which was his favorite. He used the same joking tone you used on him but he rejected you, laughing.

 And the reason was, he finally let you meet her: Yeri.

 You first met her when he decided to take you out to a fancy dinner. It hadn’t happened in a long time. Jaehyun had texted you saying that you were going to have dinner somewhere fancy so he asked you to dress up. You were so excited that a permanent smile was etched on your face after he had texted you. Haerin was also happy, knowing that you, her Mom was happy.

 You had dropped Haerin off at Johnny and Saera's place for the mean time. You were so happy and excited that your uber driver even told you and complimented you. You had started to chat with the old man until you reached the hotel with Jaehyun at the entrance, waiting for you. Jaehyun gave you a brief and awkward hug but you paid no mind, wanting to make this a good memory. You wanted to say you missed him since it had been a while since you actually had a proper conversation together.

 The bliss you felt in his company was quickly replaced with disappointment when she had shown up. Yeri was beautiful. She was definitely one of the most beautiful women he’d let you meet throughout the years (all the girls he dated were gorgeous anyways). She had white, milky, smooth skin, big boobs, a cute smile, twinkling eyes and everything that he described when you had asked his type back in the days. Yeri was literally the woman of his dreams.

 But then you also remembered that back then, he had dismissed the thought of dating. Even as far as saying that you would have to stay with them until Haerin was 30. Only then, he would settle down with a woman. It was such a vivid memory embedded in your brain. You comforted yourself by those thoughts, knowing he would keep his word like he always did.

 You felt a pang in your chest when Jaehyun had introduced Yeri as his girlfriend. Yeri then introduced herself to you and her first impression was excellent. It was obvious why Jaehyun fell for her, honestly. She was intelligent, born into a rich and prominent family, beautiful and practically perfect in every way. She was classy, her speaking voice was even beautiful, her words were tasteful, her laugh was flowy and melodious, a great contrast to your dog like barking laughter that Jaehyun was probably sick of hearing. Yeri was practically perfect in every way. And looking at the way Jaehyun looked at her, you could clearly see that he adored her because that was how he looked at Haerin.

 You admittedly couldn't join in their conversation. Even if you wanted to share your thoughts, it was like whatever you’d say wouldn't matter so you found yourself speaking when you were was being spoken to, which was totally unlike you. But of course, Jaehyun didn’t notice, as he was too deep into Yeri’s gaze.

 "You've been friends with Jaehyun for so long! Tell me more about him, please. I'd love to know more about my boyfriend from another person's perspective." Jaehyun looked embarrassed but he let Yeri do whatever to himself.

 You had told Yeri everything you thought she wanted to hear, of course but tweaking some things that you knew Jaehyun didn't want to be known, more specifically the negative things. In return, Jaehyun gave you a thankful smile after in which you gratefully accepted.

 Dinner was cut short since Yeri was to meet with her parents so she had to be picked up by her chauffer so Jaehyun had no choice but to take you home. You had sensed it so you told him you were doing an errand do you had to go home, but Jaehyun insisted he drives you home since you live in the same house anyways.

 "Just drop me off at Johnny and Saera’s." You spoke as you watched the rain drops slide on the car window. It had started raining a little after you left the hotel. It was still early and you were barely half an hour in your dinner when Yeri had to leave. It felt like forever, though.

 Yeri had given you her number, insisting that you contact her so you can both hang out soon because according to her, Jaehyun’s friends were her friends too, and especially that you’re Jaehyun’s best friend since forever. Somehow, you were relieved to meet Yeri because the more you wrapped your head around the idea of Jaehyun and Yeri together, the more it made sense. They were perfect for each other.

 “Y/n?”

 “Huh?” She didn’t realize he had been talking to her the entire time.

 “I said, let’s not tell Haerin about me and Yeri yet. I don’t want her to be shocked. But, Yeri already wants to meet Haerin. She loves kids!”

 You nodded, glancing at him before looking straight ahead. Wow. She even loves kids. No wonder Jaehyun fell hard. “I’m happy for you, Jae.” You spoke almost too tenderly. It was sincere. You were happy for him because you’ve always thought love was something to be celebrated and Jaehyun looked very much in love with her earlier. You wanted to get mad and express you jealousy but you knew your place. You were just a friend. You meant nothing more than a friend. “She’s an amazing woman. I was kind of intimidated, to be honest. She’s perfect, huh?”

 Jaehyun chuckled, “yeah! Honestly, she kind of intimidated me too. I had the biggest crush on her then and I never thought she’d notice me… But now… I can’t believe she’s mine, y/n. It’s like she came from a dream. It’s like… there’s a bright light around her and she always somehow makes everything brighter. She’s like the sun, y/n. I’ve never felt this strongly for anyone before.”

 You smiled, touched by his words. You never knew he could get poetic but no matter how beautiful his words were, they felt like big, sharp rocks being thrown at you. You knew you couldn’t fight against Yeri if you tried. “You deserve each other, Jaehyun. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this happy with anyone. I’m happy she makes you feel that way.” I wish I was her, you thought.

 Jaehyun hadn’t talked and opened up to you in so long but honestly, you didn’t wanna hear anything he was saying. His words were too painful. Too raw. And you wanted nothing but to cry and maybe then, if he saw you cry for him, he’d realize you’ve always been the one for him.

 By now, you knew every detail of how they met, how he felt and how he stayed over at her place, how they bonded over things they liked in common, how they liked the same food, how great the sex was and what not. He also told you about how Yeri doesn’t know about his bisexuality and Taeyong. Yeri was a bit of a conservative, according to him, and she was apparently raised by a conservative family. For Yeri, he was this perfect straight male. He never smoked around her too.

 Halfway to the drive, you had pretended to be asleep but ended up falling asleep for real. When you woke up, you were already at home. You immediately unbuckled your seat belt as soon as the car rolled up by the the gate. You were about to open the door of the car when Jaehyun had stopped you.

 “You’re not sleeping over at Yeri’s?” You asked, confused.

 “No. I haven’t been home in a while and I missed you. Let’s just get Haerin tomorrow.”

As soon as you got in, Jaehyun headed to your shared bedroom and dropped himself on the bed, sighing contently. The look of bliss on his face made you jealous. You announced you were gonna take a shower and quickly made your way to the bathroom to take a quick cold shower so you could sleep. You were too tired to think and frankly, you just wanted to sleep to avoid the throbbing pain in your chest and avoid anymore conversation.

 You reached behind your back to pull down the zipper of your dress but failed so you tried again with your other hand but ended up failing again. You tried and tried but you couldn’t reach it so you had no choice but to ask Jaehyun for help. You walked out the bathroom and padded over to Jaehyun’s side of the bed where he was already settled in, “Jae. Help. Please.” Jaehyun grinned before you spun around quickly facing away from him, trying to regulate your quickening heart beat. Damn him and his smile.

 You finally felt your dress being loose and eventually, Jaehyun was trying to pull down your dress, but you weren’t wearing a bra so you pushed it up and ran over to the bathroom, holding the front of the dress to your chest as if he hasn’t seen your boobs before.

 “Nothing I haven’t seen before, y/n!” Jaehyun laughed as he walked over to the bathroom, catching you in your bathrobe as you removed your make-up for tonight which you spent hours on, to be honest.

 You frowned as you watched his happy expression from the mirror as you scrubbed your face.

 Jaehyun also started to wash his face then brush his teeth. You noticed that he had a scar on his cheek so you reached over and ran the pad of your thumb over it. For a moment, it felt like the old times. “Yeri doesn’t like the scruff, so I got cut when I was trying to shave.”

 You had always been the one to shave his face because stupidly enough, he always manages to hurt himself like now. You clicked your tongue and grabbed the first aid kit. “Put this on after you wash your face.” You handed him a heart patterned band-aid that Haerin chose (for the design, of course) from the cupboard from under the sink.

 Jaehyun smiled, drying his face with a towel as he watched you clean off your make-up with precision, as always. He’d seen this routine for years and he’d suddenly appreciated how you’d always done it regardless if you were too tired, or too drunk, especially back in uni after attending those frat parties his frat threw every weekend. “You know, I’m glad I introduced to Yeri. And I’m even more glad you like her.”

You looked at him as you scrubbed you face with facial foam. His face was filled with warmth and emotion. It was so obvious how he was so happy. It kind of hurt, honestly. You gave him a smile and faced yourself in the mirror, fingers unconsciously scrubbing harder.

 “You’ve taken care of Haerin for almost all her life and if there was one person who could say if someone would be good with Haerin in the future, that would be you. I mean, I’m not talking about marriage yet but I want her to be a mother figure for my daughter, too.”

 You felt your chest tighten at his words. You’ve always been just his best friend and his daughter’s Aunt. No matter what Haerin called you, you would never be Haerin’s mother. You hissed as you washed the soap off your face, realizing your face had turned red from the hardness of your scrubbing.

 “Do you think Haerin would like her?” Jaehyun asks, pure excitement evident in his face and voice.

 You chuckled, trying to make it look natural. “I mean, I’m not Haerin so I’m not really sure but she won’t dislike her for sure.” It was true. You didn’t know how Haerin would react but Haerin wasn’t a spiteful child albeit a little shy to strangers but it was no doubt she and Yeri will get close soon. “Wait, I have to poop so can you get out?” You chuckled in which Jaehyun laughed at, teasing you as he came out.

 In reality, you sat on the toilet, thinking about how Haerin would react if you’d have to leave when Yeri and Jaehyun become serious. Was it better that you let Haerin and Yeri spend more time together so the parting between you and Haerin would be easy? The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth that it made you feel like you wanted to throw up but even if you wanted to, nothing would come out.

 After your shower, you had dressed in an old t-shirt and and shorts, not your usual sleepwear which comprised of Jaehyun’s shirt and boxers. Jaehyun was already on his side of the bed, looking fast asleep. It would be weird to sleep next to him so you decided to sleep in Haerin’s room instead. But before you could pass the bed, Jaehyun was already awake, asking where you were going and why you weren’t in bed with him despite you saying you were sleepy. Of course, you didn’t want to make it awkward so you played it cool and laid on your side of the bed, facing away from Jaehyun.

 Feeling drained, you closed her eyes and let yourself be succumbed to sleep. But before you could, Jaehyun had pulled you back in his arms, spooning you, like he always did, and kissed the nape of your neck before burying his face on the curve of your neck. “Thank you for everything, y/n. Thank you for taking care of Haerin all these years. Thank you for being the best friend anyone could ever have.”

 Sleep never came after that. It was only when you knew Jaehyun was asleep, was when the tears you didn’t know you were holding, started to fall.

 You needed to change, too. it was better this way.

Here’s a drabble for the story featuring Jaehyun and Haerin.

[apricotpicotty]

its always the enfps... T-T

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like Mbti.

You: fuckin hell??

Stranger: Bitch??

You: wht u dumbwhore???

Stranger: U fuckin jizz junkie

You: u r my personal cum rag idc

Stranger: I ain’t no sauce sucker

You: aight cool

Stranger: I’m on the cream team

You: WHA-

You: HJKHJAJAJA

Stranger: Hahaha so what’s ur type?

You: guess

Stranger: No

You: T-T

You: u tell me urs maam/sir

You: i'm not revealing mine

Stranger: Ok fine then

Stranger: I’m a enfp

You: intj 5w4 here

You: m or f?

Stranger: Oh god

Stranger: M

You: F

You: wtf how old r u???

Stranger: 17

Stranger: U?

You: NO WAYYY

You: i turned 17 on 19 july 2021

You: nahh bruuuhh

You: u catfishing or something

You: idk

Stranger: Yeah I’m def sus rn

Stranger: I apologize

You: apology accepted

You: so wht r u doing rn?

Stranger: Laying in my room

Stranger: On Omegle

Stranger: U?

You: well i'm blasting songs in my room rn

You: cola

You: pizza

You: wht else

You: oh kfc too

You: and yea talking to you

Stranger: Omg can I come?

You: get ur own food sir,

You: then u can come for sure

Stranger: Fineeee

You: wht r u getting??

Stranger: I’d bring some bread

Stranger: Just a loaf of bread

You: strawberry and pineapple jam...i have them

You: i also hv Nutella

You: aight come over

Stranger: :) sounds perfecto

Stranger: Also I’m Logan btw

You: ur name?

You: i'm deelea btw

Stranger: ooo nice to meet u

You: likewise

Stranger: So many people on here are so boring but I like you

You: duh everyone likes me

You: more like this side of me

Stranger: What ur fun side of u?

You: i go wild with few people i'm close too, so if idk u personally u will find me the most boring bitch

Stranger: Yeah I’m the same way, I am really introverted around people idk

You: yup tht's how one should be, i don't want random extroverts inviting me to their parties

You: tht reminds me i'm not going to my prom this yr

You: looll

Stranger: Boooooo

Stranger: I’ll take u to prom 🙄

You: haha sure but i don't like noisy places..

You: so we can go out on a date somewhere else

Stranger: We could go on a quiet picnic date then

You: omfg i'm in bissh

You: anyways since we don't know each other.. let's share our secrets if tht's ok with u

Stranger: Yeah sure let’s do it

You: aight men first

Stranger: Ok umm

Stranger: The girl I love has a boyfriend and it’s the worst thing ever :)

Stranger: Ur turn

You: this is a secret ?? lmaoo

You: ouu might be a secret crush huh

You: niceee

Stranger: I mean nobody knows

Stranger: So I’d say so

You: aight aightt got it

You: hmm

You: i got drunk on bacardi in school at 7am

You: my friends got it

You: not me i swear

Stranger: Lmaoooo

You: i slept in the medical room the entire day lol

Stranger: I once fell asleep on the bathroom floor while vaping a root beer flavor pod

Stranger: In school

You: AHAGAGGAH fr???/

Stranger: Yeah lmao

Stranger: Not my best moment

You: but it's a great memory u made

Stranger: People were low key stepping over me

Stranger: Although nobody snitched so that’s nice

Stranger: I just got up and went to class haha

You: do u live in america or wht?

Stranger: Yeah

You: ahh tht's expected

You: i never vaped or smoked cigs :\

You: i've*

You: hmm wht else?

Stranger: Hmmm

You: i snuck out at 2am and cycled all the way to my friends house which is like 10km away from my house and danced with beggars

You: they gave us food to eat as well lmao

Stranger: Damn I wish I was there

Stranger: That sounds funnn

You: try it out it was fun fr

Stranger: Ooo I got a good one

You: but i won't suggest u to eat the food thy give

You: aight wht is it??

Stranger: 2 years ago I made out with my friends gf

You: NAAUURRRR

You: OMG FR?

You: did they break up???

Stranger: Ummm

Stranger: Ummmmmm

Stranger: Not yet

You: so does she act indifferent around u or do u still do it??

Stranger: I’ve stopped doing it but there is always a bit of sexual tension

You: omggg i thought i was only a netflix thing

You: lmaooo

You: i can write a Wattpad story about it

Stranger: So here’s a question

You: yea?

Stranger: Are u a virgin?

You: yea T-T

Stranger: Nonono don’t be sad about it it’s a good thing

Stranger: I’m a Virgin too

You: i suppose u're a Christian lmao no offence

You: oh-

You: high five!

Stranger: I’m not Christian but I do think I’d want my first time to be with someone I love

You: ohh *love* huh..

You: it's just a bunch of hormones

You: u can feel tht way towards anyone u find attractive be it physical or emotional

You: wht's ur idea of *love*?

Stranger: I don’t really know

Stranger: I’ve always thought I’ll know it when I find it

You: idk wht to say lol

You: well u do like a girl who has a bf already...

You: do u think u can move on?

Stranger: I’m trying

Stranger: But I always want her

You: my guy, tht's not even close to trying

You: well all the best ig, hope u find ur ideal girl/guy or a non binary squirrel

Stranger: Same to u

Stranger: Can I have ur snap or something so we can talk more?

You: mm i have a discord

You: other thn tht i don't hv any other socials

Stranger: Yeah sure I have discord too

You: oh wait i forgot my username

You: astxrim#1063

You: wht's urs?

Stranger: I’ll add u :)

You: aight cool

You: but i won't be online for a while cuz of exams

Stranger: It’s ok I am busy too with exams

You: aight all the best!

You: i gtg now nice talking to you byee

You have disconnected.

[gratitudebylong]

What is a Preface?

So I have decided to personally make a private blog for my own curious well-being. I want to truly be myself here as well as be a hundred percent transparent with every follower. I want to speak aloud my mistakes, finally face the consequences, and somehow move on (sorry if this suddenly became somber, it is almost five in the morning and I am a little exhausted LOL). On top of that, I am “planning” on starting a bullet journal to help organize my entire life, from focusing on my odd, but hopefully realistic and smart, goals, to creating plans to hopefully travel and setting dates to reunite with friends. I am so okay with having no followers and continue to talk to myself; however, if you are here to gaze into my life, then I just ask that you to be open minded, as I am trying. If you happen to have a negative concern towards me, I would grow more from a stern and fair statement than anything else. On the other hand, if you have any positive remarks, curious questions, suggestions, advice, etc., then by all means, be as straightforward as you would like! I will not answer anything that makes me uncomfortable, and time will tell what those are LOL. I am going to attempt to sleep now, but I will end the night with a small summary of my day (grammar gets worse starting......... nnnnnoow).

I woke up, went to work. Work was going by pretty slow because I was training Alyanna with lead work. I taught her everything she needed to know... in five minutes. And she was scheduled a full opening shift. I mean, she’s that good, yes, but I don’t know why she was told to work the full shift LOL. More money, then! Later on, I got a text about my friend (who cannot be named) getting in an accident. I rushed out of work, leaving Alyanna and Rich, our other coworker, alone which was def okay. This person was alright! Moving on, I went home and actually fell asleep. I have been staying up for over a day so... it was about damn time HAHA. OH, before I fell asleep, I was trying to get fix my brass knuckles cartridge so it would perform, but I ended up transferring the concentrate into an empty cartridge. I’m just realizing that THAT was the reason why I fell asleep. Hehehe. I woke up to Austin calling me about cutting my brother’s hair, and then I kind of “pondered” with my eyes closed as the result of attempting to fall back asleep. I finally woke up, wanted to do something good, and bought my sister Thanh and her friend (I forgot her name ugh but she saw me shirtless and THAT already makes me super uncomfortable LOL) drinks from 7 Leaves, and further surprising Thanh with a coffee on top of her other drink because she mentioned that she needed to stay up. I wanted to begin seizing opportunities to bond with my siblings, interact with their lives, and support them however I can. The more fulfilling my action, the better of a brother I’ll be. (But I forgot to buy one for Liem even though he was studying LMAOOOO WHOOPS sucks2suck). Thanh thanked me and hugged me, and although I didn’t quite hug back, I was glad I’m starting to do something right.

Wow this got longer than I thought. Quick Break. Hi, if you’ve made it this far, thank you! Mind asking or telling me a clever joke in the ask? Alright, resume!

Now I wanted to start doing something that I deemed productive and began creating a Coachella check list for me and my friends. I honestly don’t care at all if they don’t even use it or look at it, but it’s going to be super useful for me! Got a few likes -- self-esteem boost! (I’m trying to congratulate accomplishments as I go, no matter how small, weird, dumb, or pointless... that’s what she said.) Austin came over with Diana! I always appreciate their company. Anyway, Diana and I were just hanging out in my room while Austin chopped off Liem’s hair.  Having someone physically there and  (in)directly supporting me while I go about my errands is was overall relaxing and reminiscent altogether, and I will use this add this to my compilation on reasons to become motivated to begin working hard and doing my best. After they left, I finished the checklist and began tumbling a bit, and watched Pacific Rim for the first time in prep for Uprising. Holy shit dude. Amazing movie, got me so psyched and motivated that I’m going to see the sequel in a few hours in theaters, most likely with myself hehe. I often try my best to pretend I’m a certain character, from understand their morals, drives, and reasoning, to attempting to empathize and fully embody their convictions, strengths, weaknesses, and growths. Weird, maybe others do it too, but it’s my attempt to improving my empathy!

Then I made a new tumblr and spent an hour writing this because it takes me wayyyyyy to long to articulate my thoughts. Good night (morning I guess)! Here’s to responsibility.