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rapunzelbro · 4 months

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I've been reading your fabulous Lucifer and tall reader. I found a tiktok for a Lucifer scenario. I thought it was perfect just hiding little duckies all over the castle and hotel for Lucifer to find and to also piss Alastor off. 🙂

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8vdXanP/

The Great Duck Hunt of The Century! Ft. Lucifer & Alastor!

This title is so so so fucking specific. Remember my hiatus? Yeah I don’t remember either. I feel like I like writing for Lucifer and Angel more ngl and silly prompts like these give me inspiration. Idk why anywho enjoy~ Angel , Reader, Lucifer, Alastor Husk

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Throughout your relationship with Lucifer you always found new ways to spice it up in the bed room

If you thought sex well, that too

But you meant something else, and that was The Great Duck Hunt of The Century!

What is it you may ask?

Well let’s just say Lucifer made a bunch of mini ducks out of pure boredom one day with you. So you snagged them all when you two were done with them

And spent the next 7 hours placing 500 in the castle and 500 in the Hazbin Hotel

Why? Because why the fuck not

Lucifer was excited and was happily looking around but when you got a text from Angel you knew you were fucked, screwed, in trouble

“Girl what tf did you do”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Why is Smiles yelling about finding ducks all over the hotel”

“Husk is literally finding them in the liquor bottles and choked on one of them and not the good kinda choke if you know what I mean” “🍆💦��

“I made a scavenger hunt for Lucifer that’s all 🫢”

“You didn’t hide any in my room did you”

“Hell no you’re my friend”

“Aw thank you sweetie💗 might wanna avoid the hotel for a while he is pissed I’ll keep rehiding them though. Ttyl babe~”

“Thanks for the warning”

Yeah uh let’s just say, after Lucifer did find a majority of them. Him being short Didn’t give him an advantage and you mentioned to him there’s a ton left so out comes Lucifer in bird mode

Dude is flying throughout his castle knocking so much shit over in the process to find these ducks and he is so fucking happy? Dude is so glad you did this.

It went on for hours

When you finish counting what he found you announce he found 500/1000

“HOLY SHIT THERES MORE??”

He didn’t know how you had so much dedication but he did and was ready to go to the hotel to find the rest

You texting Angel

“How many did he find?”

“I wanna say 100? This radio demons is ripping this hotel apart for them, Charlie thinks her dad did it but I let her in on it and told Vag. They think it’s funny as fuck. Well Charlie not as much but Vag is dying over here”

“omg did I tell you there’s bets being placed on this shit on if he burns the building down or not? Get your ass over here “

Lucifer makes a portal for you two because stepping into the hotel

Holy

Shit

It was a mess?? There were spots you didn’t even put any that were destroyed

“What the actual fuck?”

Everyone is just at the bar watching shit go down as Alastor is ripping the hotel apart for the ducks.

Lucifer is no where to be seen. This man’s instantly looking for the ducks and fixing up the building as he goes for his daughters sake

Alastor noticing you just appeared and him going up to you with his demon form practically almost fully out from his pissed this man is

“I’m hoping it wasn’t you who did this, or I’m afraid ł’ⱠⱠ ₱ɆⱤ₴Ø₦₳ⱠⱠɎ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₮Ø Ɽł₱ ɎØɄ Ⱡł₥฿ ฿Ɏ Ⱡł₥฿ Ʉ₦₮łⱠ ɎØɄ ⱤɆ₥ØVɆ ɆVɆⱤɎ ₴ł₦₲ⱠɆ Ø₦Ɇ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ₴Ɇ ₣Ʉ₵₭ł₦₲ ĐɄ₵₭₴”

His voice getting so fucking loud and static holy shit it was scary but you just back away as quickly as possible before Lucifer comes out with a fuck ton of the mini ducks before running infront of you.

Lucifer and Alastor stare at each other before Lucifer almost fucking launches at his ass for yelling at you

You instantly having to hold him back

“Listen you find these fuckers easily right? Help me find them and I won’t have to kill your little girlfriend”

“Haha fuck you. I’d love to see you try. I’m looking on my own terms “

Yeah he highkey didn’t want to take that chance regardless but he wasn’t lying when he said he was looking on his terms. Him bringing the ducks back to you as he found them

You counting them but Angel distracting you so much you had to double count everything like four times.

When he found them all the hotel surprisingly didn’t burn down, which caused almost everyone to give Husk money

“Hah.. old cats still got it”

Yeah Husk knew it wouldn’t be that dramatic considering if it had any involvement with you, or Lucifer, Lucifer could’ve easily fixed the building before it got to the point of that

He is fucking good

Alastor making the ducks dissolve in thin air once you counted them all and confirmed they were all found and Lucifer mourning the loss of his ducks while you and Charlie awkwardly comfort him.

Alastor instantly going back to his room with the worlds most irritating smile

“Please when you have this.. duck hunting again..you have it NOT HERE”

“Well that went better than I thought..”

And that was the end of the Great Duck Hunt of the century

It was the most fun Lucifer ever had.

And to see Alastor in that state was the icing on the cake.

He loved you so much and was 100% going to make himself a trophy since he found them all

It’s just the little things you do or even in this case the big things that make him appreciate you even more

Especially if it involves pissing off Alastor my god you got hella bonus points for that shit

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peaches-and-creamm · 13 days

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𝓟𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼?

What pet names do jjk boys use, if any?

FT. Satoru, Suguru, Toji, Megumi, Yuta, Yuji, & Toge.

(use of 'slut' in toji's)

MEGUMI doesn’t really do pet names, he usually just sticks to your normal name. But if he was going to he’d probably end up just asking what ones your favorite because he genuinely has zero idea wtf to say

✎ However, “babe” is one he’s let slip a few times and the first time he did it it gave you whiplash- hell, it even gave him whiplash. Needless to say after he did that the two of you stood still with red faces.

✎ If he ever manned up to actually call you an original pet name, it’d probably be animal related- like bunny or something. He’ll say “honey bun sugar plum” and stupid stuff like that whenever you bring up pet names- enjoying the little pout you do in response to his teasing.

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TOGE obviously just speaks in ingredients, but it's always something else whenever you two text or he uses sign language to refer to you. It's usually something mean(lovingly)

✎ Asshole, idiot, stupid, stinker- that sort of thing. Goes both ways. Love language is being mean, but if anyone even said half the stuff he “said” to you he’d probably punch them on sight-

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SUGURU is for sure the type to just randomly come up behind you and whisper sweet nicknames into your ear to purposely fluster you, enjoying how you shiver when he calls you “my love-“ or “my darling”. He has a tendency to add “my” to the start of the words, enjoying the fact you’re his.

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CHOSO has never been afraid to show his love, especially to those he truly does adore. He enjoys when you call him pet names more than him calling you them. Subby boy through and through- he wants to be taken care of for sure. But when he does it’s almost always “love”.

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When it comes to SATORU , he genuinely has a problem when it comes to calling you stupid pet names- each pushing your buttons more than the last. He loves spouting random shit to address you, enjoying how you swat at him with that cute little annoyed huff of yours.

✎ Sugartits is one he loves to say after doing something nice for you- enjoying how that whine passes by your pretty lips.

✎ But if he was going to just do a NORMAL one for once it’d likely just be “babe”, especially when he wants something- dudes voice gets whiny as shit.

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When it comes to pet names, YUJI does NOT skip out- this boy is spewing silly names left and right for you, each one said with that signature stupid giggle coming from him.

✎ Usually the go to is always baby, and each time he says it it’s somehow louder than the last time. Even through text you can just hear exactly how he’s saying it- and can perfectly imagine that stupid smile on his face as he waits for a text back.

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YUTA , bless his heart, is one of those people who is just much better at texting his words than trying to stutter them out. His all time favorite is “angel” and every other text from this dude is him using it.

by far angel is his favorite, but “my love” and “darling” fight for their place

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TOJI is a bastard and loves to just grab your waist, tug you in close and purr out a “slut”

though he only does that when he knows you can handle more degrading words. If he was to normally call you something it’s without a doubt “doll” or “sugar”

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fairykazu · 4 months

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NAUGHTY OR NICE FT. CHISCARA contents // poly! relationship with chiscara, established relationship, silly relationship fun! notes // i got lazy... sorry :( masterlist

despite the cheery christmas’ spirit, there was a tension rising in the house, mostly because of childe wants to spoil his own christmas gifts and attempting to be sneaky to get them. every time you look away, he tries to find his gift as if he was some weeping angel.

he hummed a tune while lifting things off the counters or under the tables. "babe, where did you put my socks?"

he has such a terrible excuse to find the presents. "sweetheart, it's on your side of the closet."

"but i can't find any of them..." he replied in a whiny toned voice. you looked over and he froze on the spot.

"ajax." his head turned, his eyes teary to the brim. he smiled in such a way that could only to be described as "im going to get what i want!!"

"yes, babe?" he walked closer and wrapped his arms around you, smiling. you looked up to him,

"wait until christmas to get your present."

"goddamnit."

childe is braiding your hair, adding little fun clips and bows to it, "can we do a guessing game?"

"is it about your christmas gift, ajax?" he giggled nervously as he replied with,

"hahahaaa... yes."

you shook your head, "no."

"you hate me!!!"

it doesn’t help that scaramouche is playing this game too. usually, scaramouche would slide with you and scold childe with you and ends up with them fighting with each other. you’re afraid to admit that you liked that better than the both of them ganging up on each other.

it's a week before christmas, scaramouche laid on your lap while the two of you waited for ajax to come back to finish business proposal. you played with his hair, noticing it had grown a little longer. out of nowhere, he asked, "honey, you're so pretty."

"thank you, scara, you're real pretty too. but don't butter me up to know your gift."

he frowned.

"i know your tricks already."

out of the trio, scaramouche definitely makes the most money but childe likes to be the extra and dramatic boyfriend as he can. like just last year, you mentioned a perfume you liked was too expensive for you to buy. next day, you wake up with at least five of them on your bedside table, wrapped in badly tied ribbons. but if childe does that, scaramouche would want to one up him so you wake up to a good morning text from scara saying that he bought the whole company and you’re able to get any perfume you want ever.

although, it was very sweet of them to do that, you think you have to take control of what they want to buy considering everything… nevermind that, now you have to distract your super annoying, cute ginger from sniffing out gifts from the closet. “babe, where did you put the wrapping paper?" he asked, batting his eyes as he rested his head on your shoulder.

scaramouche hit his head, making childe pout, "childe, you're stupid, it's in the cabinet downstairs." he further emphasized his point by pointing down to the floor. childe rolled his eyes, playfully punching his boyfriend and pulled him aside.

they're conspiring in the corner of the shared bedroom. you're afraid to say that they're planning to gang up on you a day just before christmas. childe is giggling while scaramouche scolded him. you watch them whisper and point for a while. it's cute to see them like this.

but they're definitely getting their christmas gifts a tad too early. not because their plan worked but because you were planning too anyway.

it was cute to see childe whisper to the indigo haired male that their plan had work and that they had successfully tricked you. but scaramouche nodded, smirking.

dont plan anything else....

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vslattae · 3 years

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ALL I COULD EVER WANT

ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴄ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ɪᴅᴏʟ...ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ɢʀᴏᴜᴘᴍᴀᴛᴇs ᴘᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ..

paring: Taehyung x Reader

warnings: nothing just fluff and a great tae <3

Chapter 10. hey...listen we’re in this together alright?

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your quick to answer the ft call.

“hi” you get up from the bed to place your prop your phone up.

“hi baby” he coos noticing the dog that’s nearly fallen asleep on your side.

“tae this is minnie...minnie this tae” you whisper at the puppy while she yawns and wags her tail in a upbeat motion

“hi minnie” he smiles and chuckles

...now was the time to just come clean..

“i know why you called taehyung..” you put the puppy down getting ready to recall the memory hopefully for the last time.

“to ask about him..?and because i missed you silly” he pouts as you softly smile.

“do you remember the night...i came home with jk at like 11:00 pm a few months ago?” you lay back trying to slow your breathing but sometimes it was a little bit weird and of course he noticed..

“ i think so...i think that was around...spring time correct?” he propped his hand up to rest his chin on it

you start telling him what happened trying to put in every detail that you can remember but you never notice your eyes getting misty.

“yn baby...don’t stress okay? I believe you...i knew he wasn’t a big threat but we’re in this together for the long run okay? Let me take you for breakfast tmr i get my doggie tmr and you can bring minnie..maybe they’ll be bf and gf too” he wiggles his eyebrows until you start laughing.

“tae minnie is a child and for sure she’ll grow a little bit bigger than tanie...i just miss you a lot” you squeak out.

“wow that’s surprising..i never thought yn would miss me...but hey i miss you too if i could swing over there rn and....” he looks at you and whines.

“what’s wrong baby?” you question him.

“look at the problem you’ve caused..” he lowers the phone down and that causes your insides to melt.

“tae don’tttt but i have a question.” you can hear him shift up as he nods.

“how...how did you find out about felix?” hands twitching together as you mouth out that question.

“...i don’t know how she got my number but it was definitely that bitch..god i don’t understand why she won’t leave me alone she has hyunjin and all she wants to do is mess with us. i just want nothing to do with her at all and she can’t take a fucking hint.” he says that really loud pondering at you.

“i mean...we can beat her up...or show her how much she fucked up..” you hint at leaning closer to your phone.

“hmm i’ll take you up on that but no resorting to violence...god i can’t have you and haru both in jail jin would kill both of you!” you manage to chuckle out.

“but we can go on a date tmr with our kids. how does a nice walk sound?” you nodded kissing the phone to lay down again.

“i’ll let you get some sleep angel..goodnight” a blows a kiss through the phone making you giggle.

“thank you understanding tae” he looked at you and smiled.

“ofc i’ll text you tmr love” nodding your head he hangs up left to you and your thoughts.

About fifteen minutes later haru bursts in laughing along with jin as the door closes, waiting for the next day to come because time moves so slow, closing your eye to drift into dream land.

an: yay...im happy :)

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡:

@hantaev @strawverryxmilktae @serendipitysev

#taehyung smut #taehyung fake social media #taehyung fic #bts smut #taehyung story #taehyung #taehyung fake texts #taehyung fluff #bts #bts fake social media

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forineffablereasons · 5 years

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I just got to wondering about Warlock going to college and facing his first big breakup and trying to make hot chocolate like his Nanny did, before texting Crowley nearly in tears because it isn't right and his heart is broken and his parents were never any help and suddenly he gets a video with the old gardener showing him how and telling him how well loved he is. A week later he gets a care package with the right brand of ground chocolate and some shelf stable milk.

you’re totally correct but also you know whoever broke that kid’s heart is going to be Going Thru it for a whole while...finding twenty ft long snake skins in their bed, being haunted by disembodied voices, waking up in the night and ten thousand eyes are looking back...then warlock mentions to nanny that he’s thinking about asking out that cute boy from chem.

“you know,” aziraphale says to crowley one night, without looking up from his book, which means he’s being very serious, “you’re not going to be able to do that to everyone he breaks up with, or they’ll think he’s a witch.”

“I know,” crowley says dreamily, laying back on the sofa. “they’ll be terrified of him, just like they always should’ve been.”

aziraphale raises an eyebrow. “why be the real antichrist when nanny will just. manufacture a campus wide apocalypse for you?” he says sarcastically.

“exactly.”

“if you scare enough of them, no one will want to date him.”

“that’s not true,” crowley protests. “look at how many humans I’ve scared, and I still got you in the end.” he casts a glance at aziraphale. “didn’t I?”

“if I’d known it was going to encourage you,” aziraphale says sternly, “I might have reconsidered.”

he’s set his book aside though, and taken off those silly little glasses. then he’s up and out of his chair, coming over to the sofa, slipping one leg up and over so he’s straddling crowley. crowley beams up at him, petting his thighs.

“you wouldn’t’ve,” crowley says confidently. “‘cause you think I’m sexy.”

“I think you’re a nightmare.”

“you think I’m gorgeous.”

“you’re a terror.” it would be more convincing if aziraphale weren’t sitting on him, but needs must.

“you think I’m clever, and funny, and have impeccable taste in wine.”

“I think you’re an incorrigible, wily old serpent.”

crowley grins up at him. “you love that about me.”

aziraphale tries to look disapprovingly back, but fails and instead has to settle for exasperatedly fond. “that is absolutely not why I love you.”

“oh no?” crowley asks, feigning surprise. “go on then, tells us why. since you’re so keen to be contradictory.”

“because,” aziraphale says, and then he softens. “because warlock is nineteen now, and you still love him like he were five years old and asking for a lullaby. because you’re so delighted with them - with humanity, and everything they can do. because you are the guiding light when I don’t know what the right thing to do is. because you’re sexy, and gorgeous, and clever and funny and have impeccable taste in wine and you’re an incorrigible wily old serpent, and you’re also the kindest, most loving demon I have ever known.”

for a moment crowley looks very close to touched by this speech, and then he says, smirking, “know a lot of demons, do you? should I be jealous, angel?”

aziraphale kisses him. sometimes there’s only one good way to shut a demon up, and, well. aziraphale didn’t come all the way over here and straddle his hips not to use it.

later though, in the dark, when it’s all just skin and moonlight, aziraphale traces a finger up crowley’s sternum and says, rather softly, “you know I meant all that, don’t you? all that, and a hundred things more. a thousand. I’m terribly in love with you, crowley. I’m a bit mad with it, even.”

“yeah,” crowley says softly back, catching aziraphale’s fingertips and kissing them, “I know. I love you too, angel. in a black, shriveled heart kind of way.”

aziraphale, who could hear crowley’s heart in his chest just then, bright and beating and furiously alive, reaches up to kiss him properly, slow and sweet. “yeah,” he says. “I know.”

#this got away from me ill admit #good omens #ineffable husbands #darcy writes ineffably

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youralternantpersonality · 4 years

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Invitation

Seth x Reader: Invitation

Warning: Harassment and sexual innuendos. Alcohol consumption of the girls of the wolf pack gang.

All the girls are the same age for this story (and every story I make).

“Invitation” by Ashnikko ft Kodie Shane

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All we wanted was a girl’s night out; a night where we don’t get groped, harassed or stalked. Is that so hard to ask? Emily, Clair, Kim, Rachel, Leah, Aliza (Embry’s imprint), and I all went to a bar in Port Angeles to get away from, well, everything. The Vampire Mafia war ended and just wanted a day to calm our nerves without the guys. But can we get a night where it could just be a bunch of girls having fun? No, because why would it (note to sarcasm)?

Fuck you mean you need it

He said he needs it or he'll die Touching on my inner thigh Dirty seedy kinda guy His castration would be nice And I'm just cruising on my bike Summertime, my T-shirt tight He say I'm the type he like Like I'm a biscuit he could bite

I can't even wear my skin Without them asking where I've been Without them asking for a spin This is not an invitation

Our outfits where tight and colorful, our heels were as high as they can get, our hair and makeup were done to perfection, and when we walked in, our confidence was through the roof into the galaxy. We went to the bar to take shots and, of course, a creep decided to hit on Aliza. He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. Emily reacted faster than us and his drunk ass fell to the floor. So, we took our drinks to a table in the corner.

This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you RSVPed? I don't need a reason This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you need it?

I could be lickin' on a lolly Dolled up like a dolly Short skirt lil hottie Don't you comment on my body Put a jiggle in my titties I can giggle like 'em silly Call me prudish call me bitchy Knock you out without a semi

When the alcohol settled and the music entered our atmosphere, we went out to the dance floor. Different music of all genres started flowing through. It was packed filled with people and you can feel the body heat of the person next to you.

All we were doing was dancing in our world and a few guys grabbed Leah, me, and Kim from behind. We pushed them away from us and kept minding our own business. The song “Back that Ass Up” came on and, of course, that is what some of us did. Emily (by surprise), Clair, Aliza, and I all back it up. And like the true friends they are, Kim, Rachel, and Leah were behind us laughing as we dance in unison to the song. But that was short-lived.

I can't even wear my skin Without them asking where I've been Without them asking for a spin This is not an invitation

This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you RSVPed? I don't need a reason This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you need it?

We went back to the bar to get my drinks. We cheered and laughed, talking among ourselves. That’s when I felt a hand go up to my back thigh to my ass and you best fucking believe I slapped the absolute shit out of the guy who did it. But to my surprise, it was a female. And that just pissed us off even more. We all gave her and her friends the “stank face” that said back the hell up, took our shots and went back on the floor.

This is not an invitation She like to talk a lot, when I pull up, can't say shit I don't want that girl because she can't be patient Come with me right now we about to switch locations So fuck with me you need it I ain't fucking with these boys I got my reasons Diamonds on me just like lights they change the seasons I think you gotta do way more if you wanna please me Diamonds look like water on my girl it look like Fiji Diamonds freeze me now forever diamonds 3D She can see me VVS just like the TV just me and AZ You know it's not debating, you can't replace me

The DJ played a Latin Mix and, of course, we all playfully acted gay for one another. We laughed and had fun as any person would. But the line was drawn when we were leaving. We called Sam and Paul to come and get us (mind you, it’s 2 am at this time) and that we’d be waiting outside near the bar door. All we were doing was standing there, taking selfies, and blasting each other on Snapchat. But apparently, that’s not acceptable either.

This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you RSVPed? I don’t need a reason This is not an invitation Fuck you mean you need it? Fuck you mean you need it?

Leah and I had snapped. We were the tallest and strongest out of the six of us and when a group of guys started to harass Kim, Rachel, and Emily we were over it. All we wanted to do was enjoy our girl’s night out and we can’t even do that. So, you bet your ass we walked up on them and pushed them from them. They acted as if they were going to fight us, and they probably would’ve, had it not been for the two wolves’ behind them grabbing them faster than they could register.

Paul and Sam twist their arms around their back to the point where the bastards fell to their knees begging for them to stop. It was amusing honestly. And like Leah and myself natural behavior, we looked at each other, smiled, and kicked them in the balls. Should we have? No, but after tonight, we didn’t care too much. After Sam and Paul let them go, we went home and the whole time we went back to being a bunch of girls consumed with alcohol who were singing beyond off-key to every song that came on the radio.

When we pulled up to the house and all the guys came out looking worried. I guess Paul called them to tell them what happened because the doors opened, and we were helped and asked multiple questions. We all looked at each other and continued to laugh and sing to a song we didn’t finish singing. Even if Leah burned off all the alcohol due to her body heat, I was glad she was still able to soberly intoxicated as we kind of were.

“Babe! Are you okay!? Paul told us what happened?” Seth asked. Man…I love him. I hugged him and kissed his chest.

“I love you, Seth. You’re pretty and nice to be around.” He laughs and instead of responding he picks me up and carries me bridal style to his and Leah’s place. Who, by the way, is piggy-back riding on Jacob because, you know, why not? Emily and Rachel were trying to run from Sam and Paul while Clair, Kim, and Aliza were spinning together singing “It’s Raining Men.”

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck did you guys consume!?” Jared asked watching all the imprints and our inability to have control of what is going on.

“Jared! Language!” Emily tried to stay serious. Sam took that chance to grab Emily and haul her over his shoulder. Rachel saw it and said,

“NO! Emily!” then proceeded to run to grab her hand as if that was going to do anything. Paul followed Sam and grabbed Rachel. Somehow, they were able to grab each other’s hands and acted as if they were trying to save the other life.

“I got you, Emily!”

“Don’t let go!” Emily screamed.

“Damnit, Rachel! Seriously?” Paul said laughing.

“Oh, this is great footage. I can’t wait to show you guys tomorrow.” Brady said standing next to Collin who was laughing at the scene.

“What! Wait! Get my good side!” Leah screamed.

“But both sides are your good side!” I replied.

“Awe…thank you bunny!!!” we both laugh.

“Brady, send us a copy of this in the group text,” Embry said watching Aliza carefully so she doesn’t fall.

“No problem,” He said. Yeah, that night was good.

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singingunderthecurtain · 3 years

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God, Is That You? | 20190320

Author: @julietsoddeye Genre: Angst | Fluff | Fantasy AU Pairing: Xiumin x Female Reader (ft. Taeyong) Warning: Language | Mention of ONS

Plot: Dear Diary, hopefully this is just a dream because this is not how he said it should be!

A/N: This one is pretty long lol D:

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~A table, a very long one, ahead of you.

A grand flower centerpiece in the middle of it.

Layers of plates right to your front and millions of cutleries at the sides of said plates.

A lot of yummy-looking Chinese food is served, yet not a single strand of noodle is on your plate.

You noticed you are seated on one side of the “power seats”, in the middle. You look to your right and your department bosses are there with your immediate manager nearest you and on your left side sat your colleagues and, of course, Taeyong the closest.

Everyone seems to be in fun conversations, eating and drinking alcohol. But they do not make a sound. You can hear none of their cackles or the silverwares scratching the surface of the plates.

You tried picking on your ear and nothing happened. You called out to them and no one seems to hear you, yet you’re screaming bloody murder.

You tried standing up, but your butt is literally glued to the seat. You touched your behind and–holy shit!–you’re actually one with the gaddamn chair… —WAIT, no, your actual lower half IS the chair!!!

“WHAT IS HAPPENING, AAAAAAAAAAA!?!?!” you scream once again.

Are you deaf all of a sudden, but you can hear yourself… Or do you just hear yourself in your mind? AAAAAAAAA

“Dang, you don’t have to yell— Can you please pass the chili oil?”

You suddenly hear something other than yourself.

“What?!” you called out again.

“I said… Pass me the gad-dang chili oil!”

You crank your attention to the direction of the voice, on the other side of the table across from you. It looks like he is miles away but you can see him crisp and clear.

This… delicately ethereal-looking being has soft rosy hair, he’s wearing a creamy pink and white bomber jacket and a pair of cream pants. His–pinkiness–compliments his snowy skin.

Gosh, you haven’t seen such gracefulness in your life.

Wait, no, that’s a lie. Taeyong is handsome too. But /he/ is different...

“I can’t move, I’m a chair,” you said with a small voice.

“Haha, sorry about that!” he stood from his position and up in the chair he previously occupied.

The aura suddenly changed and beams of luminescence suddenly shone behind him as he ascended slowly into the air.

“HOLY FU—” you stopped yourself from cursing, noticing that no one is paying attention to what was happening to him but you.

“God, is that you?”

“Silly, I’m not God. I’m just…” he started with a laugh as he forwards closer to where you are, still floating in the air like a divine being, “Well, you can say I’m a guardian. Your guardian.” he continues when his bare feet touch the ground in front of you.

Looking behind him, everything and everyone is gone. Not Taeyong, not a single one in sight. You’re now in a field of pink rose petals, several butterflies of different shapes, colors, and sizes flying around the both of you.

You see you have your feet back, barefoot just like he is. You wiggle your toes and giggle when the flower petals tickle your pads. You’re wearing a sabrina-neckline amaranth lace ball gown, the hem just a few inches above your knees.

You look up from below and he is just a few feet away from you, smiling serenely, watching your every action. Gosh, his beautiful monolid eyes are much, much more appealing up close. He’s not reacting any more than him smiling, probably waiting for you to talk again first.

“So… You’re an angel???” you carefully ask, your eyes narrow at him, brows raised waiting for a response.

“Ah, you’re so adorable,” his cheeks bunched very cutely when he grinned and expressed his adoration.

“Uhh…”

“But to answer your question, no, I am not an Angel.” he grins once again.

You can totally see his gums, but it's so cute and his teeth are so cute and he's so cute. UWU

“BUT!!!” before you can even react he exclaims, “I will give you a gift.” He continued.

“A gi—”

He suddenly plunks his right pointer finger on your lips, stopping you from talking any further.

“Shh, shh, shh. Stop talking, you just listen, okay?” he widens his eyes at you and you have no other choice but to widen your eyes as well and bob your head as a reply.

“When you wake up, you will be in a much better time… Or at least the beginning of a better life for you. A life you always wanted.”

His hands are holding your shoulders tightly. Not tight to a point that it causes discomfort for you, but just tight enough for you to have a hint, a little taste, a tinge of his excitement. You smiled when his smile widened.

“But be careful of men… Some men.”

And just that, his elation dips. You dare not reply.

“Okay?” he asks and you just nod again.

“Okay.” and his smile is back.

“I am going to wake you up now, okay?” he slowly pushes you back and when he stops, his hands leave your shoulders and you can already feel the dreariness of his absence.

The cute, pink-haired angel, God, celestial being, guy—inhaled and then exhaled—before suddenly giving you a quick peck on the lips.~

As you opened your eyes, you thought, ‘holy crap!’

“When you wake up, you will be in a much better time… Or at least the beginning of a better life for you. A life you always wanted.”

Those words flutter in your mind. You can still hear a trace of his voice ringing in your ears.

And he kissed you, he said he will wake you up and then kissed you… And then you wake up, and…

“Damn,” you rub your eyes to wake yourself up and then grab your phone to check the date.

Of course, it’s still the twentieth. It was just a weird dream. Did you honestly believe that?

Although, last night, talking with that guy from that dating app definitely took your boredom away.

You messaged each other nonstop for three hours straight, no joke. If you haven’t fallen asleep, you probably have texted longer.

He sent you pictures of his cat and you sent him pictures of your plants. He said he wanted to start taking care of plants too, but he’s suddenly become busy with the family business.

Something about his dad wanting to suddenly retire and wanting XiuMin to take over as soon as they possibly can handover everything. You forgot to ask what business it was, but it’s probably a restaurant or a cafe of sorts ‘cause he said he and his dad bond over food a lot.

In that span of three hours, each of you has shared a lot about the other and connected so well. You feel like you already know him just by those tiny details he shared.

Like that time he told you he was at the park drinking his afternoon coffee and some pigeon decided to invade his space, wanting to steal his pastry. He said he hates birds, but by the sound of his story in your mind, he’s probably afraid of them. Cute.

The thing though is, you don’t know what he looked like yet.

You never asked him what he looks like so he never bothered to ask you for selfies either. You do have pictures on your profile, but all of it has animals or cutie, kinda kiddie, filters that alter your face.

Well, that doesn’t matter, for now, you’re just bored. You’ll probably stop talking with this guy after you come back to work.

But when you woke up the next morning, you had about twenty messages from him. Two of which he realized you probably fell asleep as it was pretty late, but the rest are random things he asked your opinions about.

Of course, you replied. One apology for the non-reply from last night and then one answer for each thing he asked about. Gosh, you finally found it! The thing, or in this case a person, that will occupy you for the rest of your unwanted break from your routine.

BUZZ!

Wow, your shuttle food delivery is early. That’s kinda suspicious, but eh. You’re hungry now, just in time. You thoughtlessly open your door without peeking at your security monitor first and Taeyong’s face pops out.

“What are you…” you started.

“Doing here?” he chimed.

You finish each other's sandwiches, apparently.

Taeyong pushes in, carrying three bags of food. Wow, more food.

“You weren’t answering my texts and calls, I thought you died, dude.”

You told him you were embarrassed by what happened. By your temporary termination. He said it’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s ‘part of growing up’, like what he usually says to you about, well, almost everything. Which kind of makes sense a lot, weirdly.

Not like you have control over what the management decides on, he said. And you agree. You don’t even know why you previously felt that way, especially with Taeyong? The Taeyong who has heard you burp like a man but still chooses to be your friend?

But he said it’s cool and he forgives you, he said that very smugly when you didn’t even ask for forgiveness. You roll your eyes at him and playfully hit his shoulder.

You both spent the rest of the night eating and playing your favorite game on your console.

And right after your head hits your pillow, you realize you completely ghosted XiuMin for hours!!!

You quickly type a small sorry and explanation as to why you were M.I.A all day, which you know is not necessary, but you wanna do it cuz you enjoy talking with him and don’t want to make him feel like you’re finally done with him, or whatever.

Not bothering to wait for a reply, you instantly fell asleep.

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WEDNESDAY | 20190320 — 3 things happened: 1. Had a super weird dream. 2. Met this XiuMin guy on Thunder last night and we connected??? 3. Taeyong visited me.

WTF OwO

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ofwolvesandbutterflies · 4 years

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too long

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader ft. Jungkook

Genre: angst

Tags: nonidol!AU, comingofage!AU, dancepartner!jkook

Warnings: none

A/N: based off "why do I still" by Nieman ft. May Angeles (x)

The smell of coffee. The sound of brittle and worn pages turning over and over resounded like a gong against the silence of everything else. There she sits, right across from Taehyung. Right across from the boy she’s fallen in love with. Right across from the boy who has stolen her heart. He’s doing calculus, the flesh of his bottom lip caught in between his teeth, unstyled bangs hanging over his eyes.

Remembering herself and her situation, she realized she should be focusing on her studies, too. But alas, every so often, her focus shifts from the textbook in front of her because every so often, Tae looks up at her. Catches her eyes. Does that adorable half smile where the glimmer in his eye brightens ever so slightly and his smile seems to purify the very air surrounding them. And the rushed beating of her heart distracts her all over again.

So she smiles to herself. And considers confessing to him once again. How long has it been? Only a couple years since her heart betrayed her yet again and began to beat for someone else. For him. Kim Taehyung. A peer she sits by in class. A friend she’s learned to trust. A boy she yearns to love. But the moment passes and she remains content as friends. Or rather, remains content with the daydream they could be more.

The hour passes and she finds herself alone again. He left, Jungkook called. Said we have practice, was his reasoning as he stood to push in his chair. The place his fingers brushed against her sleeve in a fleeting farwell felt more void-like than ever.

But she continues to smile. For her mind caught the genuine smile he shot her as he turned to go. The way her name fell from his plush lips sent her mind reeling in a romantic frenzy. Blissfully ignorant thoughts of far off sunsets and fingers intertwined floats through her mind as she hums. To herself. Cheerfully. The unspoken lyrics of a love song play through the familiar melody dancing softly from her lips.

She sees him once more. She had gotten a text from Jungkook. Come over for drinks and dancing? Tae will be there. It was silly how a simple text could sway her entire evening plans.

That evening, surrounded by jumbled bodies and the seeping of uneasiness poured over the newly waxed dance floor is when her eyes meet his for the second time that day. Bright smiles make their way to vacant lips. She cannot help but gaze for perhaps one second too long. One second too long.

It's fine, she thinks to herself. He had been smiling as well. Perhaps these butterflies - these… these knots in my stomach weren't all for naught. A giggle rumbles through her body and it is in vain that she tries to hide the smile from her dance partner.

What's up, Jungkook, her dance partner remarks, snide smirk making the blush on her face darken. They had met through Taehyung and Jimin one weekend. Tall, well built, and body toned to an unbelievable extent, Jungkook was easy to get along with, especially after they had connected through a shared interest in dance.

Nothing, she smiles.

I know you, he grins, lifting his arm to pull her through a turn. I know that smile. Something… something happened. A boy?

No… The girl tries, the half-assed lie immediately exposed under her friend’s observational skills. Yes? She admits and watches as her gaze falls upon the dark haired boy recklessly handling the other half of her heart. Her partner follows her eyes. He smiles.

Ahh… he's a good guy. Jungkook jokes, leading her through a faster move, this time spinning her into a cuddle. I approve.

No sooner than he says that, she appears. Long straight hair. A beautiful smile. A breathtaking voice. A kind heart. Something in the girl's chest cracks as she watches Taehyung’s eyes light up from across the room. Dark cocoa irises brighten in a different way.

Something in the girl’s heart stops. Breaks. Perhaps it is her heart. His ex. Taehyung’s ex. She was popular, extroverted. The class president, selfless, gorgeous, the only one to have ever brought a smile, blinding enough to rival the sun to his face.

And she trips, spinning back into Jungkook's arms as if she had just been slapped. Are you okay? He pauses in the next step to brush her hair from out of her eyes. She does not respond. Her mind is whirling, preparing to welcome the heartbreak. Jungkook tries again. Hey love... what's wrong?

The concern of her partner finally filters in her mind and she pulls herself ever so gently from his arms. A smile is on her face. Shallow. Not genuine. It doesn't reach her eyes and her Jungkook frowns. She sighs, disappointment filtering in through the deep exhale that fills her lungs.

Nothing, Jungkook. She exhales, her voice sounding flat. I'm… alright. Her arms fall to her side and the hug from the strong, reliable arms of her friend doesn't even register in her mind. A single deep breath. Inhale and swallow the tears again. Exhale and pretend everything is okay. No part of the girl’s body feels alright. Both she and Jungkook know that.

It was foolish, she thinks to herself, eyes sliding shut as she buries her face, herself, into the hug as if the simple action would erase the hurt from her mind. His smile, Taehyung’s smile, boxy and wide. The way his eyes curved naturally with the grin on his lips. Foolish to think that smile was reserved for me.

She opens her eyes once more. A pathetic sniffle draws even more tears to her eyes. Through her hair and over her partner’s shoulder she sees another hug. One body, two. Two pairs of arms entangled in a forgiving embrace. Taehyung’s arms encircled the other girl’s body, nose buried in her hair, her scent.

Foolish… she thinks again. Foolish to believe those arms were made for my body. The makings of a pitiful sob form in the depths of her stomach. Deviously dangerous, dark and depressive, a familiar sadness chokes the happiness from her being.

Foolish, foolish, foolish. The word ricochets around her mind like a bullet. How foolish, she says, chastising herself. How naive to believe in a silly little crush. How ridiculous, the notion of a requited feelings. How foolish. How foolish it is to fall in love.

And she cries.

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ethertae · 5 years

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When it rains, it pours | 01 (myg)

When it rains, it pours | 01 - Min Yoongi

beautiful moodboard by @cafelunes (thanks so much, Lina)

⇢ pairing: reader x yoongi (ft. Hoseok)

⇢ word count: 5.2 k

⇢ summary: “Hoseok is iridescent, and Yoongi is shimmering – two stars, with you at their orbit”. or you are miserably in love with your brother’s best friend.

⇢ genre: angst (lots and lots of it), series of five or six parts (was supposed to be a oneshot but eh). Even though the premise of this fic revolves around the reader being in love with Yoongi, it is not the main focus of the story. Hoseok is just as important to the plot than the other characters.

⇢ warnings: Y/N is depressed, and a lot of the themes in this are heavy, this fic might weigh you down a lot after a while.

Realization had fallen while you sat on a hospital bench, sleep-deprived and irritated to the brim. With worried parents at your side, and Hoseok in a hospital bed, the only thing you could think of was ways to further break your brother’s leg.

It hadn’t been the first time, that in a silly brawl, Hoseok had managed an injury. You rushed to the hospital, all scared out of your minds, till the reason for his admission was revealed. If they had just arrested his ass, maybe he would have finally learned his lesson, but in a small town like yours, understandings were quickly met.

Reverie now broken, a voice, like an angel, reverent and jovial spoke amidst the deafening silence, “Hey!”

No sooner was the word out, that you waved to greet Yoongi with a cheesy smile. It had been raining, and as he shook the wetness from his grey hair, he shot your parents an apologetic grin.

“Sorry for all the trouble, Hoseok didn’t mean to start any of it.”

At that, you snorted, rubbing your hands down your thighs out of boredom. Yoongi settled next to you and took something out from his jacket pocket, “here, I got your text, I think it’s a little soggy now, but –“

Enveloped in a small plastic bag was the hot dog you had asked for, “thank you!”

“So, how does being 16 feel? Sorry, I didn’t get to come to your birthday party - Hoseok told me you were flirting with boys.”

Yoongi’s teasing tone made you slow your chewing, “I was not!”

Humming absentmindedly, he leaned against the tiled wall and sighed, “your brother is really dumb.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure, you were there right along side of him, whispering encouragements in his ear.”

“Where did you get that mouth from?”

“From you.”

“Ah, learned from the best, I see.”

“Definitely.”

Your parents spoke in hushed whispers, and while you tried to hone in on their conversation, Yoongi patted your leg.

“Hm?”

“When did you grow so much?” The words were void of emotion, a mirror to his expression.

“What do you mean?”

“Just yesterday, you were four, and Hoseok and I were nine,” he paused, “we teased you till you cried and you ended up throwing a sand bucket in his face.”

“Yeah?”

“My point is, where did time go? Twelve years have flown by, and well, I don’t know – I’m just speaking, nonsense.”

“You sound like a grandpa.”

“I’m older than I look.”

Yoongi was a strange individual, and while you pondered if he had changed in the years you knew him, interestingly enough, he hadn’t at all. He was always found with a sense of longing in his eye, a sentiment of loss even he couldn’t explain.

But, as you stared at him that day, in the buzzing hospital, a feeling warmed your chest. To you, Yoongi was beautiful, and at the time, you tried convincing yourself it was a result of the hormonal splurge you were experiencing. No, it hadn’t been that. It started from there, the simple stutter of a heart, which grew to your misery.

Four years later and not much has changed, other than the fact that you are spending your twentieth birthday alone. While your friends tried to push you into going out with them, you were adamant on staying home for the occasion. It would be to self reflect you convinced yourself, however you have come to regret your decision. Sitting down in front of a stupid reality show, whilst eating cake, is a lot sadder than you thought it would be.

Lately, things haven’t been going well. Life has become a cycle that, somedays, you wish to get out of. The burden that is to breathe has finally weighed you down, and perhaps, you haven’t been the only one to notice. Your appearance at social events become a rare sight, and the excuses that you tell are all but the same.

You sigh and take a fork full of cake, “happy birthday to me.”

The time when birthdays were something you looked forward to, is long passed. Now, you consider them to be yet another year of suffering, or to stay positive, a year closer to fulfillment.

At least the cake is good.

You lick the frosting from the corner of your lips, before turning off the TV. The bird clock Hoseok got for your 18th birthday can be heard again, and you stare as it slowly ticks passed 8. Speaking of your brother, he usually sent a text by now. You guess he simply forgot – he’s been so busy.

Half way through the patisserie, you put down your fork and close the box. Fulness is a feeling you don’t appreciate at night, and since you’re tired, sleeping seems like the right thing to do. You drag your feet to the cold kitchen tiles and place the patisserie in the fridge. As you retire to your bedroom, the doorbell rings.

You stand still, hoping for the person to go away, and it’s quiet, until – “shit face, open up! I know you’re there!”

Upon hearing your brother’s voice, you sigh and walk towards the door.

“What do you want, Hoseok?”

The smile on his face is almost alarming, and you huff when he tackles you with a hug. Indeed, he is a very affectionate person, and normally, you would be the first to receive his excessive need for skinship, however tonight –

“What do you mean ‘what do I want’? It’s my baby sister’s birthday, and she’s here spending it alone like a sad little old lady.” He pats your cheek, and you smack his hand away with a groan.

It takes you several seconds to notice the shadowed figure behind your brother, and you stand on your toes to get a better look.

“Yoongi?”

The man in question steps closer and places a hand on his friend’s shoulder. His lips hold a lilt, and your heart stutters just like it has for the last 5 years. “Your brother said he was going to visit, then I remembered it was your birthday, so I tagged along.”

You smile and look at your brother again, “why are you guys still standing in the doorway, come in.”

Hoseok shrugs off his coat and throws it over a chair, “geez, you have to clean this place.”

He picks a pizza box off of the floor and winces, closing it quickly. “You really have to…”

The last time you saw them was a little over a month ago, when you weren’t so overwhelmed with exams. Hoseok and your parents had wanted to get dinner, a kind of family reunion. Youremember it being a nice evening, well until Hoseok insisted on hitting the bars. He called up Yoongi, the tweedle dee to his tweedle dum – of course, you all got kicked out. While you didn’t find it funny at all, both of them spent the rest of the night in hysterics.

It has always amazed you, how a reserved person like Yoongi, becomes a crazed baboon whenever in the presence of Hoseok. Funny thing, you think, that Yoongi needs Hoseok to come out of his shell, and still, has tranquilizing abilities on your hyperactive brother. Complementary, yet different.

“How did you end up like this? You know how I spent my twentieth birthday?”

You scoff, “in jail.”

“Hey, it wasn’t a real jail, and that’s beside the point! At least, I was having fun. Why are you here, moping around? Do you have no friends? What about that girl Lisa, I thought you guys hung out.”

He regards you seriously, awaiting whatever type of excuse you can pull out of your ass. “I am the one who decided to spend my birthday alone,” your eyes wander to where Yoongi takes a seat beside Hoseok. His thin lips are pursed, and he remains still, albeit fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

Hoseok stays quiet for a few seconds, before smiling. Your brother is many things, including his perception, and you know that in that small moment, he had figured you out. The smile, it seems, is mostly reserved for himself, and the next thing he says, does anything but surprise you.

“I see…”

You have always been like this. When have you not been? Your sadness is a crippling rose, and now, it has bloomed. At least, that is how Hoseok sees it, ever the mind reader.

Yoongi is quick to grow bored of his activity and speaks, “should we go out and celebrate?”

The other grins, “Remember Jin?”

He ponders a moment, then nods slowly. Hoseok continues, “well, apparently he’s having the grand opening of his nightclub tonight.”

“Are we talking about Jin from highschool?”

“Yeah.”

“Hoseok – he hated us.”

Your brother suddenly laughs. He had forgotten how much that uptight kid wished their death. “Well, we’re adults now. I think we’ve all moved past highschool.”

“I think you’re forgetting what assholes we were.”

A smile breaks you from your thoughts, “you really were dickheads.”

“You would follow us everywhere though,” Yoongi comments with a grin.

“Right, she was always lurking in the shadows.”

Hoseok mimics a younger you, Yoongi laughs, and you love. Then, it’s a blur of passing cars and fading lights. Youth cheers and brings forth life, and your brother is just another part of it.

“Cheer up, Y/N! It’s your birthday!”

The city, at night, is cold and bitter. Nothing about the mass of young bodies disillusions you from the dull streets. To you, the only people to generate light are Hoseok, and Yoongi.

Over the years, hiding your love for him has become easy. As a teenager, you had mistaken it for infatuation or lust – in your mind you had been too young to know what love was. But over time, when your feelings grew, it had been so complicated to conceal them. Everything he did, from his laugh to his strange habits, made you buckle.

Now, you are so used to the kind burn that comes with his presence, that it is of second nature. You glance at the couple ahead. Hoseok is boisterous and Yoongi is attentive, all smiles.

The city, at night, is peaceful. Under artificial lights and youthful gazes, Hoseok feels at ease. A world which he can make his own. He pears at you over his shoulder and slings his arm over Yoongi’s. Distance has painted your canvas black and white.

“Pst, midget! Hurry up.”

Your step quickens, and soon, the three of you walk side by side. It is quiet for a moment, save for the wet music of Hoseok’s shoes against the pavement. You savor it.

“We’re almost there, just a block away.”

The time it takes to get there passes in a blur. Women and men alike, line up in hopes of entering the new upscale club. You close your eyes a moment and sigh. Hoseok’s bad ideas are bound to drag you into the mud one of these days.

Yoongi nudges you, “relax, it can’t be any worse than all the other times.”

“You’ve a got a point there.”

Hoseok taps his foot impatiently, and the repetitive motion interrupts your thoughts. Behind a group of smokers, you all stand at the very back of the line. A few minutes tick by, before he rudely grabs your wrist, “come on, we’re going in front.”

You pull him back, “we can’t just cut in!”

“No, silly, we’re not cutting in. We’re invited.”

Yoongi joins in with an amused smile, “I really don’t think we are, hobi…”

“We’ll tell them we know the owner.”

Not a semblance of shame can be seen on Hoseok’s sharp features, as he tugs you along to the front. Habit has made it that you no longer oppose his strange decisions, nor bother thinking of them. Life, in his eyes, is ephemeral, and time is too scarce: ‘don’t worry, be happy’. The lyric echoes soundly in your mind, a distant memory.

“Hello,” Hoseok starts, “we’re on the list.”

The bouncer sighs, “name?”

“Jung Hoseok.”

Yoongi places a hand on your shoulder.

“Your name isn’t on here.”

He stifles laughter.

Your brother feigns surprise, “that’s strange – maybe it’s under the name Jung Y/N?”

The repetitive instance in which you find yourselves quickly escalates, as the bouncer catches on to Hoseok’s game. His beady eyes narrow, and Hoseok’s smile falters. You are about to intervene, when Yoongi suddenly speaks, “Kim Seokjin!”

Hoseok mutters a quick thanks and loosens the grip he had on Yoongi’s hand. A tall man whips his head, full lips and combed hair. First, he tilts it, and a beat passes, before – epiphany. He heads your way, and Hoseok’s stiff posture visibly relaxes.Highschool is in the past; how petty could Kim Seokjin be?

“Seokjin, how have you –“

The man’s derisive snort interrupts any attempt at making small talk, “Well, well: Jung Hoseok, and Min Yoongi, together as always. Nothing much has changed for you guys, huh?”

You notice the way his lips twitch in a sneer, and it’s unsettling for such gentle traits. At your side, Hoseok shifts. On rare occasions is he ever at a loss for words, and under Kim Seokjin’s scrutiny, he curses himself for it.

“How long has it been, 7 years? Highschool was a while ago,” the man glances at Yoongi, “indeed, haven’t changed one bit.”

As the four of you stand there, facing each other, you wonder what your brother could have done to bring about such hatred. Silence stretches on, then Hoseok sighs.

“Look, Jin. We’re all adults now, as you said Highschool was 7 years ago. It’s way behind us –“

“Yeah, sure. Don’t bullshit me, Hoseok. You just want to get into my nightclub, and there’s no way that’s happening.”

“Oh, come on,” Hoseok laughs, “it’s my baby sister’s birthday!”

Seokjin shakes his head in disbelief, “you really haven’t changed, have you? Shameless as always.”

Your brother has always had thick skin, it is so easy for him to brush things off. So instead of taking Seokjin’s comment at heart, he grins: “Ya bet!”

Highschool was indeed long ago, and as Seokjin stares at your luminescent brother, a feeling uglier than bitterness rises within him. Jealousy and discontent have reached him too, and it’s visible in the curl of distaste he directs at Hoseok. It’s strange, you find, to see someone act so miserably human.

“You really have no boundaries, do you? You both come here like the universe is your oyster, with no sense of past mistakes, and no consideration whatsoever. This is real life, you can’t just pull crap like this. This is not highschool. Grow the fuck up, Jung Hoseok!”

It saddens you that anger isn’t there, as it should be. A younger you would have jumped to defend him, but this stranger is right, and Hoseok, better than anyone, knows it. “Ha, I forgot how easily riled up you get, Seokjin. You haven’t changed all that much either,” he pats the man’s shoulder.

“Just leave.”

Yoongi for a second time, holds your brother’s hand in discreet affection and moral support. From the corner of your eye, you notice and smile; afterall, they have always been the best of friends.

Hoseok is iridescent, and Yoongi is shimmering – two stars, with you at their orbit. Laughter and foolery echo in the dim street, but his smile is treacherous. Thick skin can only be so thick, and at moments, hurtful words only serve to thin it. To the public, however, he is unfading light.

Wind cards itself in your hair, a soothing whisper and gentle caress. Nothing can break him, he is unyielding – it is nice to think it. Hoseok’s strands sway as he walks in time with the simple beat Yoongi produces. When they are here, smiling is so easy. Meaning, when they are here, you feel is attainable.

“Y/N, you’ve met Namjoon, right?”

You nod, “yeah, a few times actually.”

Hoseok ponders your answer, then laughs, “true, I forgot!”

Namjoon’s apartment is where you are headed, you conclude. A bright person with peculiar taste, is what you recall him to be. He never spoke to you much and if he did, it was merely formalities. However, when you did happen to converse, it was genuine and benign.

“Oh, and give Taehyung a break, it’s only friendly flirting, he does it with everyone.”

You make a face to which Hoseok laughs and roughly smacks your shoulder. With a wince, you soothe the spot your brother assaulted. It now occurs to you that Yoongi is the only friend of Hoseok’s that you truly know. At this thought, you lift your eyes to stare at him. He is looking at his friend with the tiniest of a smile and it brings you back to their many years of camaraderie.

“Do you think Jungkook will be there? Haven’t seen him in a while… Apparently he’s still hung up on that girl.”

Yoongi just shakes his head and sighs, “Jin is right, some things never change.”

This has Hoseok barking out a laugh and lunging to wrap his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders in a bid to keep himself upright. Moments like these, you grip your sides in an embrace, do they only belong to others?

Your brother snaps his fingers and grins when you startle, “Y/N, look alive!”

You offer him a small smile and avert your interest to the group of girls who laugh on the opposing sidewalk. They are beautiful, you think. Drunk on life and youth – things that escape you. Hoseok notices how you stare at them and stays silent.

His barren smile stands. For you and me, both.

Before long, you all stand in front of Namjoon’s apartment door. Yoongi huffs in annoyance and brings a hand to his chest. “All those fucking stairs, goddamn it!”

Hoseok lifts his hand and raps his knuckles against the chipped door in quick successions. Voices can be heard in the apartment, along side a heavy tread that grows in sound the closer it gets. The first thing you are greeted with as the door swings open, are Namjoon’s surprised eyes.

“Hey, what are guys doing here?”

He leans in to hug both Hoseok and Yoongi, before swaying to the side. Only then does he notice you, “oh, hey! Didn’t see you there.”

He gestures warmly inside his home where your brother and Yoongi have already thrown their coats haphazardly on an armchair. Upon entering the apartment, you note the slight changes made since you were here last. The imposing painting that hung above the couch is no longer there: you remember staring at it when you were bored once.

“Go fucking put some pants on, Taehyung. My sister is here.”

Hoseok nudges his friend, who sits on the beige couch with his legs spread and controller in hand. At your brother’s words, Taehyung lifts his head and smiles at you – “Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey.”

You make way into the living-room and sit crosslegged on the carpet. Taehyung presses play on his game, feet now on top of the coffee table where your fingers twiddle mindlessly.

Hoseok smacks the back of his younger friend’s head as a reminder, “I told you to get changed, asshole.”

“Alright, alright!”

As the boy leaves, grumbling under his breath, you give Hoseok a pointed look. “You know this is his home, right?”

“Your point?”

With a sigh, you ignore him and focus your attention instead on the potted plant near the TV – it’s ivy. You have always liked these plants, long and dark in color. As you continue to stare, lithe fingers reach for the leaves and pet them delicately. Your eyes trail up the person’s arm until they land on a face, one with a slender nose and pale, thin lips: Yoongi.

His doe eyes study the plant, mouth pressed in a tight line, and when your brother calls him, he hums. “Namjoon is calling us to the kitchen.”

“Alright,” he drops his hand from the vine and follows Hoseok to the room they are needed in. In passing, he offers you a small smile and ruffles your hair gently. At the contact, you close your eyes, breath releasing in an almost somber shudder when he leaves.

You keep them shut only a little while longer.

The sound of clunky shoes grace your ears, and you peel your lids back out of curiosity. A young man, one can guess around the age of Taehyung, removes Hoseok and Yoongi’s jackets from the armchair and throws them in a corner. Hair tousled and lip pierced with a ring, he slouches back onto the back rest. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you recall Hoseok having mentioned a friend who dresses as if he were in constant mourning.

“Jungkook, geez, were you taking a shit in there?”

Taehyung sits back on the couch, clad in sweatpants at Hoseok’s request. He awaits Jungkook’s reply, and upon realizing he is not getting one, makes himself comfortable. The glance sent your way is amused, and when he speaks, his voice titters on a laugh.

“Hey, you alright there? You’re zoning into another dimension right now.”

His smile, however, fades once he sees your detached response. So, instead of asking again, he simply hands you another controller to his game of Assassin’s Creed – “Wanna play?”

You politely decline and shift to face the window, much like Jungkook has been doing. The streets are quieter now. Only a car or two pass here and there under the dim lamp posts. It almost feels as if you were far off the city, in a deserted town. If only it could always be like this – indeed is it dreadful living in a street so dull with life.

Hoseok, on the other hand, can’t possibly fathom anything better, and the thought makes you smile just the slightest bit.

“Taehyung, could you direct me to the bathroom, please?”

The boy blinks at you, before slowly rising to his bare feet. “Sure,” he motions for you to follow him. You chance a glance at Jungkook, only to see that he has not moved one bit.

Your brother’s boisterous laughter can be heard, as you pass the kitchen. Huddled near the counter, the three men exchange friendly conversation, and you barely catch a glimpse of it, before Taehyung points you to the toilet.

The walls are white, and the color makes the space seem a little wider than it really is. You pull down the seat and after close inspection, allow yourself to sit on it. It doesn’t take you longer than five minutes to finish and wash your hands.

Gently, you push the door shut and press your shoulders against it with a hushed sigh. Where the wallpaper slightly rots in a corner of the ceiling, you stare. The stain is small, and you can only trace the reason for it back to a leak. Around the peeled edges, the wall takes on a color of faded copper – it is a sight you’ve seen before. Hoseok and Yoongi would remember, they were there too.

Your brother means well, he always does, but you are tired and have been for a while now. Tonight, you only wished to sleep – and Hoseok only wished to spend time with you. It is your birthday afterall.

Once again, you sigh, and in an attempt to lean off the door, lose your balance. It takes a meager second to regain step, and you inhale steadily, in hopes that your vision will clear.

“Wait, don’t go just yet.”

The voice, accompanied by a hand that draws Hoseok back to the kitchen, is just above a whisper. Where you stand pressed to the wall, the entrance to it is visible, and if you were to walk a little further, you would be able to see inside.

You make a tentative step forward, relieved to have recoveredfrom the minor mishap your lack of sleep has caused. As you approach the kitchen, it becomes easy to distinguish their voices. In succinct, hushed tones, they speak with their backs turned to face the counters. At first, you mean to ignore them and continue on to the living-room, until:

“But, when do you mean to tell her?”

You pause, wondering whom Namjoon’s question was directed to. There is a beat of silence, then your brother answers – “Uh. Soon, I think. But, I don’t know. Yoongi and I discussed it, and I’d rather we be alone – you know, just me and her.”

A small frown ebbs your features, and deepens the more you think of what he could possibly mean to tell you. For a moment, you fear it to be something bad, and, at this thought, the thudding in your chest starts.

“Yeah, man. It has been a while now, it’s always better that she knows about it now.”

Along with this revelation, doubt churns unpleasantly in your mind. Hoseok has never been one to keep things from you, at least not for long. You wish to see his face, to reassure yourself that it cannot be as bad as you have made it to be. Instead, you stay where you are.

“Yeah, I know – it’s just…”

He sighs, and the sound jabs at your heart, because it is so uncertain.

“I’m scared.”

If only you could confront him, ask him what it is that he is so afraid of, soothe his concerns – if only, you weren’t so terrified too.

Fingers tap at your shoulder, and you nearly startle into cardiac arrest. First, it’s a warm voice: “it’s not nice to eavesdrop on people”, and second, a teasing smile.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you,” Taehyung’s grin widens, and all you can do is blink. “I was about to go bother them, but then I saw you lurking here.”

He stares and awaits your answer – strange, you consider, that there is so much depth in his unsuspecting gaze. All you can muster, followed by a pitiful smile, is “yeah, sorry.”

Taehyung’s eyes drift to your trembling hands, and his expression morphs into one of concern. But, before he can get too curious, you head to the living area, legs unsteady under the burden of a restless mind.

Jungkook is on his phone now. His eyes follow whatever it is he reads on the screen, and as you enter the room, he lifts them up. It is quick, however, because no more than a second later, the tired brown of his pupils are back on the device. This small action you think is of no importance, and when you sit down on the rug, your fingers press gently into the covered skin of your calves.

From the corner of your eye, you see Hoseok and Yoongi, along with the two other men, come in.

Hoseok takes a seat on the couch, and Yoongi one at your side – he presses a bear bottle firmly to his lips. “Y/N, you’re not too bored right?”

Your brother raises an eyebrow, and you inspect his face, searching for a hint of deceit, only to find there is none.

“No, I’m fine.”

Namjoon and Taehyung, a few moments ago, had settled on the sofa beside Hoseok. The oldest of the two brings his left leg to rest atop the other and sighs deeply, crumpling in the slightest his can of soda. Taehyung, on the other hand, sits stiff, eyes trained on you in confusion, though, it is subtle enough that only you notice. He had seemed worried earlier, and with your abrupt retreat, you understand it hasn’t helped clear his mind.

“So, I heard it’s your birthday today, Y/N?” Namjoon’s voice is soft, agreeable, spoken out of ample lips and a smile.

“Yeah,” your response is short, and you try to curb the bluntness of it with a kind smile. Hoseok snorts and adds to the exchange, “she’s turning 20, and she was sitting around all alone at home, moping.”

Namjoon nods in understanding, “I get that – I remember being really depressed when I turned 18.”

Yoongi joins in, “really? I don’t see the point of being sad about something you can’t control.”

You can count the amount of times you have heard him speak tonight on one hand. He has never been the most talkative, but tonight Yoongi is quiet. The conversation you overheard minutes prior peals through your thoughts. Hoseok had mentioned that his concern was one discussed with Yoongi, and you can’t help but link this to his silence.

“Are you kidding? Turning 20 is awesome, you can legally drink.”

Jungkook scoffs at Hoseok, “it’s not like that ever stopped you before.”

You are surprised to know that he has been listening, but the others don’t seem to make much of it. Your brother waves him off with a grin, “yeah.”

“Well, do you want a drink?”

Namjoon appears ready to rise from his seat, head tilted and soda abandoned on the coffee table. He awaits your answer, and when you shake your head no, he relaxes on the backrest again.

“Thank you, though.”

“No problem, you’re my guest.”

The rest of the night passes in a flow of laughter and conversation. You sit there and listen as the group of friends recount stories of past foolishness, an occasional smile resting on your lips. At some moment, you can’t seem to recall, Yoongi drapes his arm over both your shoulders. The action is affectionate, the show of a somewhat brotherly love, and you ignore with practice the intensifying ache in your chest.

It is more than you could have ever asked for, being able to love Min Yoongi.

(A/N: Pls support this, I love this story with all my heart, and if it flops I might cry. Also, we’ll see more of the nature of Yoongi and Y/N’s relationship next chapter :) This story will be very slow paced, and one of its main focuses will be Hoseok and Y/N’s family bond. I’ll try to post a part at least once a month, since this story really can’t be rushed. Thanks for understanding.)

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hs!chenle ; can i call you my everything?

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ; zhong chenle just wanted to find the perfect nickname for you.

part of @hwangdol and i’s hs!dream au >:))

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ; highschool!chenle au / childhood-friend!chenle / ft. hs!yukhei / fluffy / lw angsty

warning ; small mention of depression / cutting , (some) swearing / explicit langauge

zhong chenle x (fem)reader

you and chenle have been friends ever since you were both 12 and miraculously transferred to the same school at the same time

at that time, small chenle and you understood it’d be easier to befriend each other rather than trying to squeeze into the already made class cliques

since then, you and chenle happened to experience everything together-

the first crushes, failures, broken bones, embarrassing class reports, school field trips (which surprised you b/c,, what kind of kids go on their first field trip in the eighth grade)

and as you got older, first mental breakdowns, bad relationships/friendships, and bad fights; whether they were with each other, or against other people

chenle never took you as the soft girl, you wouldn’t hesitate to kick the balls of those big-headed bullies, chenle was more scared for them than himself

you see and meet some upperclassmen that he somehow had the ability to befriend

some characters like the stoner-boy!haechan , playboy!jaemin (both by my bby @hwangdol ), and art-hoe!renjun

it’s inevitable that you two change somewhat over the years, but the one thing that never changed since the very first day you met was how chenle wanted to find you the perfect nickname

like this boy is just so set on finding something great to call you instead of your actual mf name????

the first week alone of knowing him gave you about 20 nicknames that we’re all passed up and forgotten b/c he says they just don’t capture what he’s trying to say about you

so every year, every month, every week, every day is spent with him casually tossing all kinds of names at you

from being names like “maybe i’ll call you chun-li, how about it chun-li?”

to the most random things like, “so how’s it going, flipstick?” , “my mom said you should come over for dinner tomorrow if you’re free, cheeseball” or “yes! i got a better score than you, small-hands”

and for some reason chenle had this kind of infatuation with your hands b/c god knows why? they weren’t even especially small or pretty either but he would always mention or inspect your hand at least once a day

when he first held and looked at your hands, your twelve year old little heart may have thumped and pulled away

but by the time you two are 14, it didn’t phase you in the slightest, it’s just hands

in the days past he would hold your hand out in front of him, and you’d continue to do whatever you were doing b/c it was no longer unusual

it wasn’t ever odd to feel chenle holding your palm, with his eyes just looking so lovingly at the way your fingers would fold whenever you lost that game you were playing on your phone

he would casually play with your fingers and maybe rub your hand with his thumb b/c he was a naturally touchy person

at times it served a good purpose as it helped you know which girls were genuinely talking to you for you and not for chenle, and it drove away strange men when you two would go out

and he happened to want to see your hand again

but sometimes it would take a turn for the worse and he’d find that you reached that low you hadn’t in two years, that low where you found it fitting to hurt yourself

on gOd, how much seeing chenle’s expression when he found out you hurt part of yourself gave you much more emotion and pain than that slit on your wrist

so you held it in most times, sometimes for chenle’s sake and sometimes b/c chenle gave you reasons not to

other times, you’re thankful he treats you like he would any other day b/c getting into it would definitely hurt more than the movie he planned to take you to

since he knows the two of you have been waiting for the release date for the longest time

however, that indifferent, friendly feeling you had with him began to wear down once the third year of high school came by

it wasn’t a special day, no

but chenle came in with new hair, a slightly messed up uniform, a basketball held between his side and his arm, and this more mature look to him that you never payed too much attention to

and you have to admit, the thoughts of chenle and you being more than you are now were growing each time you saw him again

obviously you keep that on the down-low though, there’s only so many friendships to result in a happy relationship versus the amount that are just kept one-sided and unnatural after confessing

and today, you are once again thinking about chenle as more than just your friend

thinking about how it would feel to be together

how being in his arms would feel, how holding his hand in that way would be

the warmth of him all around you, knowing you’re a big part of the reason he’s smiling, running your hands through his hair,

doing silly things like trying to bake a cake? or trying to toss those tiny marshmallows into his mouth?

having the ability to tell him that he’s your sunshine over and over again?

you, without a doubt, know that being with chenle in that way would be one of the best parts of your youth

but you can’t bring yourself to do anything because, what if that feeling goes only one way?

what if the only reason chenle keeps you by his side is because he knows you won’t be phased by his constant clinginess, because he knows you won’t fall for him and stay as his friend without wanting more?

there are countless girls who are obsessed with him and his other group of friends, that’s why that group of boys he’s a part of are known as the “dreamies”

and you aren’t the only girl chenle finds time with either,

sometimes you have to keep yourself from wanting to make plans b/c you hear he’s already made some to go do pranks with his other friend-that-is-a-girl (aka y/n in jisung’s au!)

but when you hear chenle constantly coming up with nicknames for you, you can’t stop yourself from feeling that something

the something in your heart that won’t stop and you admit to yourself that you like chenle

you like the zhong chenle that you knew when you were 12 and you like the zhong chenle that you know now

which hurts so much because after coming to this conclusion, you see how significant the power he has on you is

he has the power to make you sad one second after you were happy, make you happy when you were frustrated just a second before, to make the butterflies in your stomach wild, and even the power to make your breath hitch in his presence

it really doesn’t help your situation when his recent nicknames have become a little more cute and loving than before

just yesterday it had been, “what’s up, buttercup” and he continued with that one until after dinner when you face-timed him for homework help and he says, “you’ve come to the right person, honey bun”

all of it made you cringe just as much as it made you all giddy inside and you internally swear by how much it affects you

“something wrong, ms. casanova?” and his eyes show real concern for the friend that you are and when you look into them through the screen, you know you don’t want to fall any longer into the angelic boy

you are fully aware of how off and silent you’re being, but you can’t stop feeling like it’s wrong for you to like him this way

so you take it into your own hands to stop before you’re in too deep

starting with asking him to put the pet names to rest

“chenle, can you stop?” you pause, “please?”

and he goes silent

his heart aches but he doesn’t let you see, all he does is say, “stop what? we can study more at lunch if that’s what you want, care-bear” and he smiles, trying to comfort you because he senses the way your tone got lower and softer

“no chenle, that’s not what i’m talking about!” you sigh, knowing that he’s intentionally dodging what you mean, “i just- i don’t want the nicknames anymore lele, i’m sorry”

as you explain, you look at your hands and twirl your fingers, not being able to look him in the face- and you’re right to want to avoid his look

because once you peer back up to that face on the screen, he has tears in his eyes and he’s trying hard to find some sort of regret in yours

but he can’t see any because you know what you want for the two of you and you are certain that doing this sooner will stop you from wanting more

“chenle, listen-

and the video call is over and a heartbeat later you get a text from him

“sorry, y/n. good night.”

you burst into tears yourself- full on sobbing

you didn’t realize how dark you’d feel hearing chenle call you by your real name even through a text

you knew it would make chenle sad if you told him to stop but you never imagined to see that pain in his eyes

you cry for him for the longest time ; your chest taking in big gulps of air before letting it out in a shaky breath and it takes longer than you’d like to stop your upper body from trembling

and you fall asleep with a heavy heart, pillow soaked with the feelings you had pent up in you

but the next morning comes and you’re not ready to face chenle any time soon and thank the lord that instead of p.e. with chenle, you have study hall

so you keep yourself in the library, in the math/science section b/c, let’s be honest, it’s the least popular and the least crowded

while trying to distract yourself from all of chenle, you take out your phone and earbuds to watch your favorite anime

but that shady website just has to give you some kind of hentai pop-up before you even plug the headphones in

which leaves you wide-eyed and panicked, doing your best to muffle the sound and plug the wire in as fast as you can

then you hear a chuckle from behind you and you turn around to meet wong yukhei, or lucas, the kid who only shows up to his homeroom and p.e. class- skipping all the other periods

and you freak out because this kid’s known for never holding his words back and so you get up out of your seat and walk over to sit next to him

“i’m not doing what you think i am” you say, not looking his way

“i never said you were doing anything” he replies, focus still on his phone

“oh come on, you laughed right after that um, noise went off and i was having a heart attack”

and then you turn his direction and can’t believe that you actually have to shift your gaze upwards because of how tall this kid is

“oh? i was laughing at this meme”

and he motions for you to look at his phone, so you do. and you lean over the arms of the chair to see his phone and chuckle at the fact it’s literally just some shrek shitpost

he looks down at you at smiles, oh what- what was that

perhaps this is what you needed to get over your feelings for chenle

you needed another person that had no relation to him, needed to be around someone who didn’t know you

someone you could rebuild yourself as the real you with, not worrying about how you’d fit with chenle

“stop staring at my eyes you weirdo, it’s just a meme” he says and shoves you back onto your own chair

so you’ve decided.

“lucas, you wanna be friends?”

“please don’t tell me you’re trying to get dicked down or something” he rolls his eyes

“what? bOy- no i’m not trying that. i just think you’re the perfect person for me to be around until i get over myself” you say, making sure to emphasize that you’re even grossed out he thinks you want him

“okay, go ahead. i cant stop you”

“before you answer, i know how weird this is but- wait, for real? that easy?”

“dude, i couldn’t care less. you wanna skip last period? get some food?” he asks

now he’s standing up and dusting his pants off from snack crumbs and then holds his hand out in front of you

you nod and take his hand before he yanks his out of your hold

“um, i was asking for you to get my charger for me..”

“bitchass you should have said so, i thought you were being soft lucas”

even if you’re embarrassed, you reach and unplug his charger then hand it to him, rolling your eyes in the process (but really there’s a faint blush on your face)

“you’re kinda dumb for that, and my name’s yukhei”

“i thought you went by lucas?” you say, curious as to why he’d want for you to call him his given name

“nah. i’ll let you call me yukhei. consider it the highest blessing you’ve ever been given”

a month and some has passed since the night of your last call with chenle

but naturally, the pain of losing the friendship you had with chenle was still evident

just weeks before, it’d be heart-wrenching to just know you had to see him,

but now you can make eye contact and smile a little his way

it wasn’t your willpower alone though,

you admit that having yukhei by your side and him just giving you an outside perspective on the whole situation opened your eyes

of course he would call you dumb and stupid sometimes when you tell him about why you fell for chenle in the first place

but that one response he had in the macaron place stuck with you and he held a good point

“honestly, y/n, i may be dumb but you shouldn’t have beaten yourself up fro just having feelings. i mean, if you really, truly, like chenle, why did that happen so suddenly? what if you’re just in love with the things he did and not really him and you let yourself fall. i’m sorry if i go over the line, but you were going through, a time. maybe you just wanted to feel something”

that day it didn’t settle so right with you to agree with all that he said

you didn’t want to let the feelings you had for chenle seem so superficial and due to the fact you knew each other for the longest time, but he was right

you thought about how if it were yukhei in chenle’s place, you’d probably let yourself fall for him too.

it wasn’t chenle that your heart leaped for, it was just the things he did?

specifically just the two things he did : the nicknames and the hand-holding

and to prove your theory, you and yukhei made an agreement where he would also hold your hands and call you nicknames, which started two weeks ago

“yup, that’s it. we’ve got ‘em boys. i can’t believe how much i just like hand-holding and nicknames. wong yukhei, i like you” you tease him

truthfully this particular parlor was a spot you and chenle would frequent

but yukhei said he would create memories of it that didn’t have chenle, so here you two are

“oh please, y/n. you know how i actually feel about you. you can’t just say that, i know you like those two things, not me” he says and goes back to shoving ice cream down his throat

yes- lucas had confessed to you

three days after you started the whole ‘experiment’, in fact

something about how his conscience wouldn’t let him treat you that way without you knowing how he really felt

but he didn’t let you give him an answer, he just told you how he felt and went on with it

you kind of felt bad for him, he was into you and didn’t know where you stood in all of this

but he kept on helping you in hopes of your feelings to lean themselves in his favor

yet you couldn’t quite place where you felt for yukhei

for sure there were times where you might have wanted to even kiss him, but there were also times where you couldn’t imagine being his girlfriend because, man you two we’re just too close of friends for it to change

and maybe this is the way chenle would feel if you had told him the way you really felt

so after some deep contemplating, you decide that the next time you have the opportunity to talk to chenle alone presents itself, you’ll tell him why you allowed things to be the way they are now

you just didn’t know it’d happen so fast and that it would be in the ice cream parlor you and yukhei were in

“y/n? lucas?” chenle looks at you and yukhei who are alone and sitting across from one another

“oh, chenle. hey”

“sooo are you guys a thing now or..? because if you are i can’t believe you never told me” chenle asks you, pretending he doesn’t have a problem with it

‘i can’t believe you never told me’? he’s the one who never tried to spark a conversation after the whole incident anyways

“no chenle, we’re not dating” you say sharply, only those few words in response

“ahem. i think i remember y/n wanting to say something to you, chenle. maybe i’ll go and order some crepes for a really long time” yukhei says and slips out of the booth towards chenle, giving the boy’s shoulder a pat before proceeding to flirt with the cashier for snacks

“so, how are you darli-” he stops himself, “y/n”

and the same smile that you loved is on his face, but you can hear the sadness behind his voice and you crumble once again

“i’m... i’m doing the same as always.

and listen chenle,

i’m sorry for falling off with you after the whole nickname thing. the truth is that i, um, i had feelings for you. i wanted us to be more than what we were but i was afraid of rejection. well, look at us now, you didn’t have to reject me and i’ve already made us like this. i don’t know why i would give up all that we have, and yukhei, i mean lucas- he’s been nothing but kind when i tried to get over you and-”

“y/n. i miss you” chenle interrupts

“i- i miss you too lele”

then chenle takes your hand in his, a gesture you ever thought you’d miss

seeing him like this again, him saying he misses you; were you really only in love with the two things or did you love chenle?

“you have no idea how long i’ve waited for you to say you have feelings for me. you thought i’d reject you? baby come on, you’re the only girl i’ve had my eyes on for the longest time.

even the first day i held your hand when we were 12. i couldn’t believe you thought that was just a friendly gesture” he laughs, “i mean of course we were young, but really? i knew you were naive and i knew how you were hiding your feelings but i never gave up, peanut. especially when other boys would try to get at you, i didn’t suddenly want to see your hands, i was telling them that you’re mine. i even told my friends how much i missed you.

there was this one point where i thought, maybe we are better off as friends, it doesn’t hurt, yknow? but then my older friend mark? you remember mark, right? he set me straight and told me that i did, actually, have feelings for you after all these years. you know the nicknames? i think i have the perfect one. so y/n, can i,,, can i call you my everything now?”

“chenle,” you start, “i said i had feelings for you.”

and it’s true.

you see the smile he has turn both confused and gloomy

maybe the you a month ago would have swooned into his arms and fell even more in love with his confession,

but time played with the both of you and you realize that you don’t feel the same way despite him pouring his feelings in front of you

you’ve come to terms that, yes, you were in love with zhong chenle, not just what he did

but that’s all in the past ; you had loved chenle, you just don’t the same way now

“is it because of lucas? y/n you’re gonna break what we have for him?”

chenle raises his voice at you and his eyes become a mix of anger and dejection

taken aback by his tone and the fact he thinks you would ever break the relationship you two have built over a boy begins to make your blood boil

“lucas? no chenle, this isn’t about lucas! and for your information, he’s not even a bad kid? i don’t even talk about how your best friends with upperclassmen who are either : 1, high or 2, breaking hearts! chenle, the reason why i didn’t say anything is because i valued what we shared more than what i wanted alone! and if you already knew i was trying to avoid the way i felt then why did you wait so long to do something? i can’t believe the nerve you have to blame this on someone other than yourself? sure it may not be entirely on you, but you’re literally acting like you’ve done nothing wrong! chenle, you were basically toying with my emotions.

you knew how much i loved you and how much it was hurting me. you know so much about me, hell, you have a better perspective of myself than i do! you don’t know how much my heart ached when you would drop our plans for your other friends, have no idea how heartbroken i became when i finally admitted to myself that i liked you. all you did was watch me go through it, not saying a word, not even trying to talk to me about it in person either! let’s be honest, you never thought of me that way until you realized i was gone.”

you take a second to breathe.

“i can’t do this chenle, i can’t. if you have anything more to say then shoot me a text because otherwise? i’m not taking any of your ‘but i love you’ shit.” you vent

and then you take your stuff and move out of the booth towards yukhei

“can we please go, yukhei?”

he sees the tears forming in your eyes and he takes your hands

“you don’t even have to ask. i got you y/n”

then he pulls you through the now crowded ice cream parlor and your head is down, looking at the hold yukhei has on your hands

you and yukhei reach the park near his house after how long of walking hand in hand and sit in silence on the swings

and once you feel stable again you perk up and say

“i guess i really did make new memories in that parlor”

and yukhei looks at you, stopping his motions

“i’m sorry it still had chenle in it”

and his voice sounds defeated, like he failed you

“hey, yukhei, don’t be so sulky” you smile at him, “i don’t want to feel like i have nothing anymore just because i dont have chenle, ya know? at least i have some calming memories in this park now, even if it’s with you.”

“yeah, at least there’s that.”

#well now i dont know #if this is a lucas or chenle au #but yep #zhong chenle au #chenle au #angsty #slight angst #wong yukhei #huangsrenaus #high school!au #nct dream #nct #nct au #nct dream imagine

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Santa Cas

Characters: CastielXReader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1112

A/N: Drabble for my SPN Advent Challenge December 7 Prompt Item - Inappropriate Holiday Gift. Silly sexy fluff.

Chinese take-away containers litter the kitchenette counter. Cold kung pao chicken congeals on a forgotten plate – the green and red chili peppers are festive against the stark white background. A Christmas Story streams on 24-hour marathon on the tiny television mounted in the corner of the room. Santa kicks a protesting Ralphie down the slide. Dean chuckles loud and slaps his knee. Sam cracks an amused grin, an airy laugh emerging from his throat. It’s funnier now than it was the last time, because on this re-watch, you and the brothers are halfway through a second bottle of scotch. Good scotch. The stuff Dean was hoarding in the trunk of the Impala for a special occasion. And what’s more special than a few wandering hunters celebrating yet another Christmas on the road in a dingy motel? You’re all alive. And together. Well, mostly together.

You glance at the phone clutched in your palm. Castiel promised he would be here, but that was two days ago, and a lot can happen to a wayward angel in two days. None of you have heard from him today. Dean pretends not to worry and chortles a little harder at the movie. Sam keeps his yapper shut, but those expressive hazel eyes of his cast sympathetic knowing glances in your direction every so often. Throwing back a swig of the scotch, hissing and catching your tongue between your teeth at the tingling burn, you close your eyes and pray.

A light knock on the door causes you to leap to your feet. Your hand is on the knob, fingers simultaneously unlocking the latch and twisting it open before Sam or Dean can even consider the notion of trying to stop you or let alone urge a little practical caution. Anyone could be on the other side.

It’s Castiel’s gleaming sapphire eyes that greet you, a smile instantly crinkling his features when you throw your arms around his neck. He nearly drops the pile of colorfully wrapped gifts he balances in one arm under the momentum of your affectionate attack.

“Cas!” you squeal. Your combination of enthusiasm, relief, and a smattering of kisses to his beaming unshaven face dislodges the red velvet Santa hat perching atop his dark locks.

“I’m sorry I was delayed,” he apologizes in a whisper. “Merry Christmas, honeybee.”

“S’okay, angel mine,” you sigh, burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his electric scent. “You’re here now.”

Returning your warm embrace with one arm, he kisses your temple. Pressing you to his chest, he lifts you easily at the waist to carry you forward into the room. “Sam, Dean,” he mumbles the gravelly greeting as you continue to hang off him. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Cas,” Sam salutes the angel with a raised glass.

“Or should we say, Santa?” Dean is at the door, shutting out the draft of cold air sucking the heat from the room. He smirks, holding Cas’ lost cap up and twirling it between his fingers, asking, “Seriously?”

Cas squeezes you tight and then lets you to slip to the floor, keeping his arm around you. “It’s festive,” he earnestly offers in his defense.

“And adorable,” you add with a giggle.

Dean shrugs, striding forward to plunk the hat back on the angel’s head. “Santa Cas is comin’ to town,” Dean mockingly croons, giving the angel’s shoulder a welcoming wallop. The presents jostle precipitously and Dean lunges to save them. Snatching them up and stepping backward, he sees his name written on the topmost box. Green gaze glittering, he curiously picks up the box to shake it. “What do we have here?”

“I believe the tradition is to open gifts Christmas morning,” Cas points out. “As the options for last minute late night shopping on Christmas Eve were especially limited, it might be best to-”

“You know what I always like to say, it’s Christmas morning somewhere,” Dean interrupts, ignoring the angel’s caveat.

“You’ve never said that,” Sam pipes in. “Ever. You always say Christmas is stu-”

“-pendous. Stupendous.” Dean winks. “Heads up, Sammy!” He tosses a box Sam’s way. “And this one has your name on it, sweetheart,” he passes the remaining package to you. Wasting no time tearing into his own gift, bits of green striped paper flying in all directions, he produces two DVDs, reading the titles aloud, “Bang ‘Em High and The Wild, Wild Breast.”

Sam snorts.

Squinting, you can just make out the erotic covers of the cowboy-themed pornos.

“Uh, thanks man.” Dean cocks an amused brow. “I do enjoy a good Western.” Evidently Cas was not exaggerating when he said shopping options were lacking.

Sam opens his gift with greater care, more in fear of than in anticipation of what he will find therein. Peeling the paper aside, he reveals a scholarly appearing hardcover text entitled The Hedonism Handbook: Mastering the Lost Arts of Leisure and Pleasure.

“It’s a first edition,” Cas states proudly.

“Yeah, thanks Cas. This seems…um, interesting.” Sam smiles politely, nodding as he flips through the book.

Castiel’s focus falls upon you.

You get the distinct impression Cas did all of his shopping at an adult store and you’re not so certain you want to open a totally inappropriate holiday gift in front of the brothers. “But I-I didn’t get anything for you,” you stutter.

“That’s okay. I have everything I need right here.” The angel’s fingers squeeze the soft flesh of your hip, an encouraging small smile curving his mouth. “Go on, open it.”

You can’t resist the imploring glint of his expression. You stare down at the cheerful snowflake print of the paper – it’s white and blue, as deep blue as his eyes, and you wonder if he chose the pattern for that specific reason. Picking at the corner, you rip across the center and let the paper scatter to your feet. Lifting the lid off the box, you reach inside, fingertips touching thin silken fabric. You feel the heat of a pink blush rising to your cheeks as you unfold the delicate lacey baby blue sheer lingerie within for the brothers to see.

“Looks like someone made Santa’s naughty list this year,” Dean remarks with a whistle. Deciding there are no further jibes to be had and still plenty of liquid cheer to imbibe, he settles in front of the television, motioning for Sam to pour another round of drinks.

Castiel bends to kiss your flushed cheek. Nose nuzzling the heated rose-hued flesh, his lips ghost a tender trail of kisses to your ear, breath vibrating as he speaks, “Honeybee, I can’t wait for you to put that on so I can unwrap you.”

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just-come-baek · 7 years

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Love Game 2

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (Hanbyeol) ft. mentions of Sehun x Irene

Genre: romcom | fluff | enemies to lovers!au | cheating!au | smut (later on)

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: Byun Baekhyun founded a company that aids people cheat on their partners, while Park Hanbyeol runs a firm that helps find evidence of infidelity. However, they both face real difficulties when they help their common friends. Regardless of the effort, they are bound to fail. Miserably, I may add.

Masterlist | 01 | 02 | ...

"Hi, Irene," Byeol greeted her friend as soon as she spotted her in the cafe. Along with Wendy and Jiwoo, they ought to meet for a weekly exchange of spicy gossip and a bomb of calories in a form of a delicious piece of cake with a ridiculous amount of whipped cream and caramel. "Where are the girls?" She asked when she plopped into her seat with a loud sigh that gave off her fatigue.

"I told them we're meeting at two," Irene announced with a shy smile, looking down at her laps, as if embarrassed that she suspected Sehun of cheating. Their marriage wasn't perfect, yet the slightest hint that he might be unfaithful upset her greatly, and although it wasn't love yet, she really hoped that Byeol didn't catch him with another woman. The disappointment would be definitely too much to handle. "I didn't want to discuss that in front of them," she added vaguely, yet they both knew what she was referring to; Sehun drama was still an unconfirmed matter, and she preferred to keep it private.

For now, at least.

"Yeah, I understand," Byeol replied and looked at her friend, cracking up a smile. "And you shouldn't worry that much about Sehun. Apparently, he spent the weekend with Baekhyun, you know... that annoying fucker who almost ruined your wedding."

"Baekhyun was there?" Irene asked in surprise, her eyebrows cocked upwards. "I'm sorry, I wouldn't ask you of that if I knew he would be there. How did you survive his presence? I have never met two people who hated each other with so much passion," she continued, genuinely interested in the rest of the story. After the ruckus at their wedding, Baekhyun and Byeol had become sworn enemies. The animosity was so strong that no one would agree to spend an hour with them in one room, even when paid a million dollars in cash.

"It wasn't that bad, actually," Byeol started, and Irene couldn't wait to hear the rest. "I mean, of course, I wanted to scratch his eyes off every time he opened his mouth, but we both acted like civilized people. But back to Sehun, if you really think he cheats on you, he must be really good at it. When he eventually showed up, he didn't even glance at other women. If it wasn't for the evidence that you found in your house, I'd think he's crazy in love with you."

"Was it silly of me to ever suspect him?" Irene inquired, the disappointment in her behavior evident in her tone. Everyone has doubts, Irene should have one in particular given that her marriage wasn't a choice of love. At their wedding, at least in Byeol's eyes, it was obvious that Sehun wasn't crazy about her, although he should be, we're talking about Irene and she's fucking gorgeous and unbelievingly kind. One could even mistake her for an angel incarnation. "Maybe he has finally fallen in love with me," Irene added dreamily, and Byeol kindly smiled, not wanting to burst her bubble.

"Maybe," Byeol whispered on an exhaust, staring at the hopeful expression Irene sported.

Perhaps, Sehun could fool Irene, but it would take much more to convince Byeol in his innocent act. Sehun couldn't be the salt of the earth, he was friends with Baekhyun, and that ultimately made him a bad person. Sehun wasn't like Irene's impression of him, she was whipped and her opinion was biased. Byeol, on the other hand, could smell that something was fishy. The evidence didn't lie, and if Sehun's was guiltless, he wouldn't return home reeking of another woman.

"Irene, listen," Byeol cleared her throat, making sure her friend was listening, "it was just one event, we can't draw a conclusion based solely on that. I don't try to turn him against you or anything, but if you really want to be sure that he's not fucking other chicks, I suggest we keep watching him," she stated, and Irene blushed at the crude word.

"Yeah, you're right," Irene admitted, and smiled at Byeol, although she was still bitter about the whole mystification. Spying on Sehun didn't sit right with her, yet right now, it was the only action she could take. She couldn't just ask him if he was seeing anyone, even if he did, he must've been really stupid to concede.

"Of course, I'm right," Byeol spoke with a cheerful smile, "and don't worry, everything will be fine."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Baekhyun asked, as Sehun barged into his office, ignoring the secretary repetitive protests, and plopped down onto the sofa, across from Baekhyun's desk. "I believe you're not appointed," he added, as he finally looked up at his friend.

"I'm your friend, I have a VIP pass here," Sehun snickered, as he sat more comfortably, one leg over another, his arms lying on the backrest.

"If you came here to me for a friendly advice, I'll gladly give you one, but if you just want me to cover your cheating ass, you better get in a line," Baekhyun deadpanned with an artificial smile upon his face. Even before he took Sehun's case, he didn't have any time to rest. Daily, Baekhyun ran from one client to another, yet Sehun didn't understand that. Whatever Sehun wanted, he got it, and right now, when Baekhyun wasn't easily complying with his wishes, he was growing more and more irritated.

"Come on, Baek, I'm paying you triple," Sehun reminded, and Baekhyun rolled his eyes. Yes, the pay was quite handsome, yet Baekhyun regretted his decision. The meeting with Hanbyeol cost him a lot of effort which was so ridiculously high one just couldn't measure it with money. "You can do me a little favor."

Baekhyun wanted to say no. Helping strangers get away with cheating was one thing, but helping Sehun to cheat on Irene was just wrong. They had invited him to their wedding for fuck's sake! Sehun didn't love her, but Baekhyun couldn't say the same about Irene; he had seen the way she looked at him during the ceremony, she wasn't indifferent about him. Normally, he didn't get to know the person his clients cheated on. He knew Irene, and actively helping Sehun to hurt her, didn't sit right with him. Irene didn't deserve such a treatment.

"Okay, what is it?" Baekhyun asked, as he rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to focus on whatever Sehun was going to announce.

"I told Irene I meet with potential investors on the weekend; a brunch, a round of golf, a small trip to a winery, you know... the usual." Sehun started, and Baekhyun nodded his head, collecting the information in his head. "Anyway, I think I'll have signed all the contracts by Friday, and the rest of the weekend, I'll stay in a fancy hotel with my lady."

"Ugh, fine." Baekhyun agreed unwillingly, swallowing hard. "When you'll finalise the contracts, we'll switch places, and then, I'll be pretending to be you, and you won't have to worry about your time alone with whoever you're fucking."

"Sounds splendid," Sehun remarked, smirking at his friend, "why haven't I asked for your assistance sooner? My life would be way easier."

"Don't push it," Baekhyun warned, but Sehun ignored him, shrugging. It was no big deal; his marriage with Irene lacked love and Sehun intended on keeping it that way; she might be gorgeous but he didn't feel the tiniest bit attracted to her. If anything, he saw her as a sister, or maybe even a sister's friend. "And don't forget that I'm still waiting for that remittance. You may barge in here reminding me that you're paying the triple, but I didn't see a single penny yet."

"Geez, I'll text my secretary to transfer it to you." Sehun replied with a roll of his eyes, "they will be on your account first thing in the morning."

"They better be," Baekhyun added, yet Sehun couldn't hear him, as he already closed the doors behind him. His lady was waiting for him in his expensive car, and he would not spend another minute on bickering with Baekhyun when he could have her blowing him.

It was a tough week for Byeol. Normally, she was busy, working her ass off from the moment she got up until when she eventually fell asleep in front of her computer. Not only a lot of clients requested for her assistance, but also she had to take care of the formalities for the accountant. The worst part so far, though had to be a phone call from her brother who she didn't have a particular good contact with.

Irene just couldn't have a better timing—giving Byeol an invitation to an exquisite hotel for the weekend. Sehun was about to go there with his investors, and it was the only logical option that Byeol had to tag along as well.

The resort was breathtakingly beautiful, and she was going to appreciate the luxury probably the most among the other visitors when all the cost was covered by Irene. Byeol would never be able to pay for it with her money, or at least not until her business becomes more profitable. Hopefully, it'd happen soon, she was sick and tired of money problems, and exhausted from all the effort she was putting every day.

Heaving a sigh, Byeol entered the hotel, her small purple suitcase rolling behind her. Today, she had a rough schedule, but hopefully, she would get some rest in the evening. With her accumulated stress, she'd kill for a glass of Mojito and a Thai massage.

"I hope you have a pleasant stay," the receptionist spoke with a trained smile, as he gave her the keys.

"Thank you."

According to Irene, Sehun was going to meet with the investors for the wine tasting in the winery nearby. Unfortunately, when Byeol got there, Sehun was nowhere to be found. His friend was there, though. The one and only Byeol hated with pure passion.

Baekhyun.

"What a small world!" He spoke with a mischievous smirk upon his face as he approached her. "What are you doing here, Park?"

"I was meaning to ask you the same question, Byun." She replied, and Baekhyun raised his eyebrow.

"Sehun invited me, actually." He started, observing her features, trying to detect the slightest change in her expression. Slowly, Baekhyun was becoming suspicious toward Byeol. He hadn't seen her since the wedding, but once he began working for Sehun, he bumped into her twice in a span of a week. It was far too coincidental for his liking, she was definitely up to something. "He has a meeting with investors and he was hoping for my support; both, mental and intellectual."

"He's here, too? Wow, I seem to run across him a lot lately. If I didn't know him, I'd think he's stalking me." Byeol jested, and Baekhyun flashed her a smile out of courtesy. "But where is he exactly? The last time I didn't get to say hello. Actually, I really want to scold him right now. Why would he take you with him when he has Irene? She'd love to spend some time with him."

"Yeah, I don't doubt that." Baekhyun spoke dismissively, hoping that Byeol wouldn't mention Irene again. He already felt like a scumbag doing this to her, he didn't have to be reminded of it every step of the way. "Also, I don't think you'll see Sehun anytime soon. Yesterday, we had sushi and the poor guy is suffering from a food poisoning. He should've listened to me, I told him that uramaki looked strange to me."

"Seriously, that sucks, but I guess he deserves it for ditching Irene at home." Byeol answered, and Baekhyun nodded his head in agreement. The story was a complete bullshit, but Byeol was right, Sehun deserved it and many more. Not only he left her behind, but also he was fucking another woman.

"Yeah, definitely," Baekhyun added matter-of-factly, surprising Byeol. Wasn't Baekhyun Sehun's best friend? Shouldn't he stick up for him in every case? "And what exactly are you doing here?"

"I'm taking a weekend off. I seriously don't remember when was the last time I had a chance to rest." Byeol replied, not really lying. Her response was vague yet indeed genuine. "My parents gave me the voucher for my birthday last year, and it's due this weekend, and I just couldn't let it waste. Seeing how fancy that resort is, it must be ridiculously expensive."

For the rest of the wine tasting, Byeol and Baekhyun didn't talk to each other. Despite the small talk about Sehun and Irene's relationship, they didn't have a reason to maintain the conversation. In normal circumstances, they wouldn't even bother to glance at each other.

In silence, they listened to the sommelier's instructions and facts about different types of wine. Byeol, who didn't particularly fancy white wine, followed the guidance, whereas Baekhyun, on the other hand, didn't give a fuck about it, as just drank the alcohol as he pleased.

Irene would be proud of them, it has been like thirty minutes since Byeol spotted Baekhyun, and not even once, they yelled at each other. However, they didn't tolerate each other's presence yet, they simply learned to ignore the existence of the other party, pretending they didn't stand close to one another.

"That was fun," Baekhyun spoke casually when the sommelier finished the presentation of the very last wine of the evening. "I may end up buying one, which one did you like the best?" He inquired, a whole more chatty than before, probably because of all the alcohol he had drunk. Admittedly, Baekhyun wasn't wasted, not even tipsy; he was just friendlier and nicer. However, Byeol was not; she hated him as passionately as an hour ago.

"I actually prefer red wine," she answered with a nonchalant shrug, hoping that Baekhyun would walk away and leave her alone. "And you're not supposed to drink it, you know. You just taste it on your tongue and spit."

"Oh, I know that." Baekhyun admitted quickly, flashing her one of his mischievous smirks. "However, I looked up how expensive these wines actually are, the last one we tasted costs like my monthly salary per bottle. How crazy is that?"

"But it was the worst one! The second the smell of the herbs hit my nose, I thought I was going to throw up."

"It wasn't that bad, back in college, I drank worse." Baekhyun confessed, and Byeol laughed, wondering what kind of poison he must've drunk as an adolescent that it was actually worse than the wine which taste still lingered in her mouth. "And a question a bit off the topic, do you think you can give me a ride back to the resort? From my thorough observation, I can say that I've been ditched. I came here with Sehun's investors, and I believe they left me behind."

"Sorry, Baekhyun, it's nothing personal, but I don't give free rides to my enemies," Byeol answered wittily and spun on her heels, wanting to retreat to her vehicle. She barely managed through the wine tasting, she wouldn't survive the long ass ride to the resort with him.

"How is that not personal?" Baekhyun asked, as he grabbed her by the wrist, so she wouldn't walk away from him. "I admit, I made out with that girl at the wedding just right after we hit it off, but if it's the only thing you hate me for, get fucking over it. Don't blow the whole thing out of proportion, we weren't in a relationship or anything for fuck's sake."

Abruptly yanking her hand out of his grasp, she looked him into his eyes, "don't flatter yourself, Baekhyun. I am a reasonable woman, I got over it as soon as I walked away from you, but it doesn't automatically think I like you, okay? You may be attractive in my eyes, but I know what kind of an asshole you are. And sorry for not wanting to be associated with you in any form, so if you excuse me, I'd like to return to the resort."

"You can't leave me here!"

"Oh really? Watch me."

Heaving a sign, Baekhyun bit his lip, trying to come up a way to convince her.

"Come on, let's just bury the hatchet! You'll give me a ride, and I'll treat you to a round of drinks," Baekhyun yelled, but Byeol didn't even turn her head, not even the slightest tempted by his proposition.

A woman completely ignoring him like that? It's a first. Normally, he was the one who pushed women away, and right now, when roles were reversed, he hated the feeling.

"Come on, don't be like this, it's just a ride." Baekhyun continued, yet Byeol just got into her car, not sparing him a single glance.

Her key was in the ignition, her seat belt fastened. If Baekhyun thought that she was just teasing him, pushing his limits to see how far he was going to try, it no longer was the case. He had to do something before she actually leaves him behind.

Maybe it was pathetic for him to stand in front of the car, refusing to move aside, yet he couldn't come up with anything smarter. With his hands pressed against the car's hood, he smiled at her, wishing for her mercy.

"Move!" Byeol shouted, waving her hands from side to side, whereas Baekhyun smiled at her like a fool. Having rolled down the window, Byeol yelled, "move aside or I'll run you over." Baekhyun, however, didn't move an inch, his smile only growing wider. "I'm serious."

"Byeol, think it through, you can't leave me here." Baekhyun replied, but Byeol only pressed her lips in a thin line, sighing.

Baekhyun was wrong; she could leave him there in a heartbeat. If that was what Byeol wanted, she could be a bitch, and frankly, Baekhyun had never given her a reason not to. She didn't owe him anything, and her abandoning him would be fully justified. However, on the other hand, she'd lower herself to his level, and she didn't want to be like him, to be like the person she despised so passionately.

"Ugh, fine," she stated, and Baekhyun clapped his hands in victory; no one, even the she-devil herself, couldn't resist his charm. Perhaps, his technique was a bit rusty, but it worked, so he didn't have to worry about that. Not that he cared, but he still could have any girl he wished.

Not even ten minutes into the ride, he couldn't stand the silence. Naturally, Baekhyun was pretty chatty, and even if it was Byeol sitting beside him, he felt an urge to maintain a conversation.

"Do you think we should swap numbers? Lately, we bump into each other quite often, don't we?"

"I don't think it's necessary, Byun." Byeol quickly said, her gaze focused on the road. "We do happen to bump into each other, but I think we've already used the lifespan limit of it."

"We surely have if you keep driving like that." Baekhyun snickered, and Byeol tried her best to remain her composed expression. She had got her driving license not even a month ago, and she hated being criticized. Everyone had been inexperienced at some point, and Byeol genuinely doubted that Baekhyun had been on a professional driver level since the very beginning. "You'll get the both of us killed."

"Well... excuse you," she roared, her hands clutching the steering wheel, as she tried to tame her anger. "If you're really going to complain about my driving, you can remove your ass out of my car. I won't mind, I promise."

"As a matter of fact, I'm quite comfy here," Baekhyun replied, lying back in the seat. Sighing, he looked through the window, as he wondered how long he had to spend with her. "Thank you so much for your concern."

"No problem, Baekhyun." Byeol said in a kind, artificial tone, "but if you happen to change your mind, don't hesitate to tell me."

"I actually doubt it, but okay, I will," Baekhyun stated, even though when he knew he wasn't going to use it; it was obvious that Byeol was an inexperienced driver, but he didn't think she could drive worse than she already had.

"Really, Baekhyun, I'll gladly pull over if you want," Byeol added with a smirk upon her face, a part of her still hoped that he'll comply with her proposition.

"There's no need, really," Baekhyun assured her, grinning at her, his smile looking so artificial that it might as well be pinned to his mouth. However, it was quite short-lived, his smile bit by bit fading away, as the vehicle began slowing down until it completely stopped.

"No, not again," Byeol whined, and clenched her fists, hitting the steering wheel in irritation.

"What's going on?" Baekhyun asked in worry, although he was more concerned about himself than he was about her. Who knew how long they could manage without biting each other's heads off? Byeol's forehead was pressed against the steering wheel, as she almost cried in annoyance.

Stupid!

How could she forget about it!

Again!

"We won't drive anywhere further." Byeol announced in a quiet voice, already psyching up for the long delay with Baekhyun. Hopefully, if they ignored each other, they would manage to wait for the road assistance.

"Do you know how to fix it?"

"Of course," Byeol answered with a wide smile, "you need to put more gas in it," she finished, and Baekhyun almost facepalmed himself at her stupidity.

"You got to be kidding me," he yelled, shaking his head in disbelief, how could she forget to refuel her car? How was it even possible? "Fuck," he groaned, as he undid his seat belt and got out of the car, as sitting beside her became too suffocating to handle.

"Don't overreact, it could be worse," Byeol replied, as she exited the vehicle and leaned against the car's hood next to Baekhyun. "It could be raining, or we could have no service, or have our phones dead. Look at the bright side, the road service is gonna get us in no time."

"Yeah, right," having crossed his arms over his chest, Baekhyun heaved a sigh, as he looked at Byeol. "I'm so lucky," Baekhyun gritted through clenched teeth.

"Just help me a little, let's not make it longer than necessary, okay?"

Baekhyun had to agree with her, he was losing his patience with her, and he'd be so much grateful if he could get rid of her. Quickly, Baekhyun tracked their location on his phone, and Byeol called for a tow truck. Hopefully, the rescue would come soon.

"The first date didn't go as planned, I assume," the man who came to pick them up spoke, as he glanced at Baekhyun, and then at Byeol. Both of them had their arms crossed over their chests, their noses up, their backs turned backwards to each other. They really looked like a couple who refused to talk out their problem regardless of what was the root of it.

"No," Byeol and Baekhyun growled in unison, and the man, who didn't want to get between the two of them, just let out a sigh, shaking his head. It was none of his business what had happened to the pair, and frankly, he wasn't even curious. For his own peace of mind, he'd just shut up and never let another comment leave his mouth.

"Not even if he was the last man on this planet," Byeol commented, and Baekhyun turned his head to look at her. How dared she? True, he had flaws, but how, on Earth, could she say that? She was no better. Baekhyun had made out with another woman when he had tried to score Byeol, but she wasn't innocent, either. She had embarrassed him in front of the guests!

"Excuse you?" Baekhyun asked, trying not to sound offended. However, he was offended, and Byeol could see it without looking. His tone was drenched with irritation. "Trust me, this last man," he pointed his forefinger at himself, "would never choose you, either."

"Okay, we're ready to go," the man said with a sheepish smile, hoping he wouldn't have to listen to their quarrel any longer. He suspected he heard maybe a one fifth of their argument, and still, he had enough of it.

Wordlessly, Baekhyun and Byeol glanced at each other, as they got into the vehicle, praying that they would be towed back to the resort in a record time.

"You know, if you apologised to me and got over the fact I made out with that girl, we could be friends." Baekhyun started casually, as he stared through the window.

"What?" Byeol snapped, immediately turning her face to look at him. He couldn't be in his right mind to say that! If anything, it should be the other way around! She would never apologise to him, everything was his fault. If he hadn't behaved like a complete idiot, she wouldn't have poured her drink on his head. His asshole behavior had made her do it, and she didn't regret it. He deserved it.

"What what? I'm speaking the truth here," Baekhyun carried on with a nonchalant shrug.

"It's not gonna happen," Byeol stated stubbornly, as she looked away. His face was good-looking, but the more she stared at him, the more it annoyed her. "Not now, not ever. Besides, it should be you apologising."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. So go ahead and do it. Just like you said, we could be friends."

"I've never pegged you to be so funny." Baekhyun retorted, and Byeol fought the urge to punch him. Masterfully, he was getting under her skin, and she seriously was sick and tired of him. "You're full of surprises, Byeol."

"Wish I could the same about you, Baekhyun."

"Something tells me that I'll have multiple chances to prove you wrong."

"Hopefully not," Byeol replied bitterly, hating the prospect of seeing him again.

"Anyway, I'm definitely down for a round of drinks once we get back. Feel free to join me, I still owe you, don't I?" Baekhyun reminded, and Byeol wondered whether she should agree. She seriously needed alcohol in her system, yet it was beyond obvious that Baekhyun wasn't the best candidate to get drunk with.

"No thanks, I'll pass," she rejected his offer with a polite smile. "And forget about the ride, you don't owe me anything."

#baekhyun smut #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #baekhyun romcom #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun scenario #exo fanfic #baekhyun fanfic #exo scenario #sehun #ireadya #baekhyun x reader #cheating au #Cheating!AU #enemies to lovers

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[request] [scenario] destination, seoul

5: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 13: “Kiss me.”

((this was written in one sitting which is an aCTUAL MIRACLE)) requested by @wow-v0gue

Title: destination, seoul

Member: jisoo ft. seventeen (mostly hansol)

Genre: angst if u squint // happy end // fluff

Word count: 1845

“You told him you weren’t going to visit - let alone move here,” Hansol scowls, his hands gripping the straps of his backpack nervously. He wore a mask, hat, and sunglasses, but his disguise is what made him more suspicious. He fastens his pace, causing your slow walk to turn into a jog.

“Well, I changed my mind. Hey, mind slowing down? You’re not the one hauling luggage.” He rolls his eyes and holds out a hand, still walking. You hand him your guitar case and he takes it with ease, a condescending look on his face.

“You still play? Doesn’t it remind you of him?” You finally match pace with him, side-by-side with the other, and elbow him sharply in the side. “Okay, forget I asked.”

“Lots of people play the guitar,” you mutter, “Just because Ji - he, plays, doesn’t make it any different.”

You come to a stop at a high-end apartment complex, and pull out your phone in search of the apartment number and code your parents had sent you.

“(F/N), you know, I know, hell, all of SEVENTEEN knows he cares about you more than himself.” You begin to walk again, towards the elevator, and Hansol has no choice but to follow.

“He cares, huh? If he cared, why didn’t he call?” You press your floor number, the elevator shooting up, then step out. He follows you down the hall to your apartment, looking away as you punch in the code, door beeping open, access granted.

“You know there are rules about that. Rules that even we can’t bend.” Hansol sets down your guitar on a pristine, fresh leather couch, whistling. “Wow. Furnished.”

“Parents go overboard,” you shrug, pushing your luggage into the bedroom. You rejoin him on the balcony, the bustling city of Seoul all around you.

“Are you ever going to tell him? I can’t keep going out all the time without a reason. Plus… He deserves to know that the person he’s been fighting for isn’t in Los Angeles anymore.” You take a deep breath, biting the inside of your lip.

“What’s the harm in not knowing? It’ll be a distraction for him. I came here for school, not…” You hesitate, and Hansol smirks slightly before stepping away to dodge your punch. “Please, Hansol. We tried, and we failed.”

“Yeah, because you were in Los Angeles and he was here - now you two are together. Coincidence?”

“Yes, coincidence. You wouldn’t be standing here if my dad didn’t ask your dad to send you.”

His phone begins to ring, blaring SEVENTEEN’s latest hit. He smiles shamelessly, picking up the phone after singing a few lyrics in a pitchy voice.

“Hello? Hyung?”

His eyes grow wide, conversation inaudible as he begins to shout, “No-no-no-no-wait, I’ll meet you somewhere else!”

The line goes dead, and he drops his head into his hands, mumbling incoherently. He takes off his hat, messes up his hair in frustration, and slips the cap back on.

“So um… You know that feature where you can track your friends?” You nod hesitantly, bracing yourself. “Well… The hyungs… All of the hyungs, including Jisoo, are kind of on their way here. Right now.”

“WHAT? WHY WOULD THEY JUST INVITE THEMSELVES?!”

“Well, I had to make up some excuse. I said I was helping move in a family member, and they said ‘ah, 12 more people can make it faster, we’re down the street’ AND JUST HUNG UP!” He yells back, flailing his arms about.

“Well, I can just leave and you can say that your ‘family member’ went out to get some snacks or something,” you calmly suggest, picking up your backpack. He taps away at his phone, wincing.

“Yeah, no, they’re outside.”

The doorbell rings, once, twice, then hundreds more, various voices calling out Hansol’s name. Panic floods through the both of you, and Hansol rushes to the door as you retreat into the bedroom.

You lean against the back of the door, panting, listening to the sound of voices flooding your new apartment. Hansol’s nervous, shaky voice guides them to your living room, and he suggests to unpack your kitchen utensils.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your head, and you find yourself digging through the tons of clothes you brought from LA. You find a worn-out but comfortable baseball cap, pulling your hair into a bun and tossing the cap over it. You also find the mask you wore on the plane, pulling it on.

One glance in the mirror and you look unrecognizable enough.

You open the door slowly, the sound of shouting boys louder with each step you take towards the living room. A few boys are actually working, sorting your pots and pans into drawers, and others are ooh-ing and aah-ing at your collection of signed CDs.

“Oh! You’re…” Hansol coughs, stifling a laugh, “…Here. Jetlagged?” You nod, and a few other boys glance over.

“Ah, you’re Hansol’s family member! Nice to meet you, I’m Jeonghan.” A pretty male holds out his hand, and you take it hesitantly, nodding.

“Ah, their throat hurts a lot, I wouldn’t count on them responding.”

Jeonghan nods, smiling. “I hope you feel better soon, then.”

“Hey, you play the guitar?” A soft, nostalgic voice asks. The sound of the voice alone makes your eyes sting, and you only stare at the floor and nod.

“Ah, me too. Mind if I play?” You shake your head, the sound of unzipping filling the room. You then realize you shouldn’t have given him permission, because the guitar in the case once belonged to him.

“Wait a minute…” Jisoo scans over the guitar, the same scratches in the same places, the same silver capo with his name inscribed clinging to the first fret. “Hansol,” he breathes, “What’s their name?” He glances over at you, the feeling of his scrutinizing stare on you.

“This is all you,” Hansol murmurs, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry I lead them here.”

You shake your head and mumble softly, “It’s for the best. Maybe it’s fate’s silly way of pushing us together.”

Hansol chuckles, patting your back before joining the others sorting through your boxes.

You pull the mask down and remove the cap, tugging your hair out of the bun. “Hi, Jisoo.”

“(F/N)…” He trails off, eyes meeting yours before diverting away quickly. “You didn’t tell me…”

“You never asked. Called. Texted.” You pick up your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, placing the cap back onto your messy hair. “I’m going to get snacks.”

A few members clear their throats and quietly mumble their requests, Jeonghan slipping a few extra won into your pocket as you pull on your shoes. Jisoo trails behind you, slipping on his shoes as well.

“You aren’t invited.”

“Well, I’m inviting myself.”

The elevator ride is long, too long for a three story descent. He shuffles from side to side, occasionally glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“You asked Hansol to help you?” He mutters quietly, his hands in the pockets of his sweater. “…Not me?”

“I didn’t ask anyone. My dad called his… Wait a minute, are you jealous?”

He lets out a puff of air, fake laughter filling the air as the elevator doors open slowly. “Pfft. Why would I be? The person I love and left behind is in Seoul, but didn’t tell me, rather, one of my best friends.” He groans. “Of course I am. I can’t?”

You lead the way to the closest convenience store, having passed it on the way over with Hansol. You shake your head. “You can… It’s just… How could you be? You’re chasing your dream, singing for thousands, and you didn’t even send me a postcard.”

“You saw our trainee period - it wasn’t like any other. There wasn’t a corner in that practice room that didn’t have a microphone and camera recording. I wanted to, I just… Couldn’t.” He sighs, quickening his pace along with yours.

“…I know.”

“Then why are you mad at me?” He stops you, hand around your wrist, and pulls you onto a side street.

“I haven’t seen you for years. The only times I could see you was on a screen, with hundreds of girls fawning over you in chat. I felt neglected, insecure. I’m just the person you left in California when you went to chase your dreams here.”

“You’re wrong,” he says firmly, shaking his head. “It’s the same for me. I never would’ve been able to recognize you if it weren’t for that guitar and that old hat of mine,” he grins, tapping your cap. “You’ve gotten maturer. You’re even more beautiful than I remember.”

“Stop. There are idols who are prettier, fans -” He pinches your cheek, laughing when you wince.

“There may be,” he shrugs, “That’s what you think. But I’ve only had eyes for you. In fact, you make me insecure from just a glance. I’m afraid someone’s going to make you theirs before I do.”

You smile, reassured, because this is the same Hong Jisoo you know and love, the same Hong Jisoo who gave you butterflies on picnic dates and moonlight serenades on your balcony.

“Jisoo?” You ask, staring down at your shoes, watching his move forward.

“Yeah?”

“I missed you.” He takes a few steps forward, eyes brimming with tears of joy.

“I missed you too.” He pulls you into an embrace, warm and everything you missed, delicate hands resting on your hips. “Hey, is it alright…”

“Just kiss me,” you grin, and he doesn’t take a moment to hesitate.

His lips are on yours, where they’ve always belonged, soft, warm, and everything you hoped they’d feel like. He pulls away gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling away shyly, a tint of red in his ears.

“Thank you for waiting for me for so long,” he mumbles, “I promise to never let you feel alone ever again.” He holds out his pinky to reiterate his point, and you take it. He uses the opportunity to intertwine your fingers, pulling you back towards the main road.

“You better not. Because now that I’m in Seoul, I can show up at your doorstep and personally deliver a drop-kick.”

“Yeah, no thank you,” he chuckles.

You punch in the code to your apartment, revealing a dozen starving, bored males lying on your floor. Jisoo nearly steps on a hand as he steps in behind you, holding back a laugh.

“I forgot. They need to be fed often.”

“What are they, pets?” You joke, and he stares back at you seriously.

“Kinda,” he answers, placing down the bags of snacks. “Food’s here!”

The lifeless bodies shoot up and dash towards the bags, scouring them for snacks and drinks. You’re glad he convinced you to eat on the way back, because in a few minutes, the bags are empty. All four of them.

“I’m glad you two are buddy-buddy again, but… What took you guys so long?” Hansol whines, “Were you two making out or something?”

“Well…”

“Forget I asked.”

#kreativewritersnet #hong jisoo #joshua hong #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen

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goodnightpignite · 7 years

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The meaning behind my url: grandma sophie from howl’s moving castle!

A picture of me: look on my about page or my instagram

How many tattoos i have and what they are: none

Last time i cried and why: oh man. just depression. it can suck

Piercings i have: none!

Favorite band: uhhh does block b and mamamoo count?

Biggest turn offs: impatience, ego, being a general ass hole

Top 5 (insert subject):

Tattoos i want: a loon tattoo and a constellation tattoo

Biggest turn ons: nerdy, goofy, silly

Age: 21

Ideas of a perfect date: eating good food and making jokes

Life goal: become a material scientist or nanochemist

Piercings i want: like the middle of my lip? a nose piercing would be cool

Relationship status: single

Favorite movie: OH JEEZ uh man. Porco Rosso?

A fact about my life: uhh i can do a pretty nice loon call

Phobia: social interactions, crowds, scuba diving, interpersonal conflict, crying in front of someone

Middle name: Naomi

Height: 5 ft 4in

Are you a virgin? no, unfortunately

What’s your shoe size? honestly i would be a 6.5 but i have really wide feet so i get 7.5 instead

What’s your sexual orientation? questioning pansexual

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? nope. i like to sip on a few drinks but not too much

Someone you miss: bleh. a person i shouldn’t, but i also miss a friend i’ve known since middle school, they’re going to California soon

What’s one thing you regret? oh jeez, well a LOT of things

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: uuuhhh i don’t really have any tbh

Favorite ice cream? anything with coffee, chocolate or fruit

One insecurity: depression :/

What my last text message says: noyb

Have you ever taken a picture naked? no?

Have you ever painted your room? no, but now i really want to

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? maybe?

Have you ever slept naked? oh hell yeah. it’s the best

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? of course

Have you ever had a crush? yes

Have you ever been dumped? yes

Have you ever stole money from a friend? no that’s horrible

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? yeah pretty damn close to a fatal accident on a highway

Have you ever been in a fist fight? yeah

Have you ever snuck out of your house? yes

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? yes

Have you ever been arrested? no

Have you ever made out with a stranger? oh god no i’m a demisexual

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? yes? what the heck of a question is this

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? oh yeah for sure

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? no

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? uuhh well i did senior skip day? played video games i think

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? yes

Have you ever seen someone die? no, thankfully, that’s kinda a grotesque personal question there

Have you ever been on a plane? yes! my first commercial plane ride was alone it was terrifying

Have you ever kissed a picture? oh for sure. i have pet rats and some pretty dang cute pics

Have you ever slept in until 3? umm. maybe once, but idk that’s unlikely

Have you ever love someone or miss someone right now? yeah

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? yeah

Have you ever made a snow angel? yeah!

Have you ever played dress up? a little bit

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? uhh no actually

Have you ever been lonely? oh yeah

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? no, i wish

Have you ever been to a club? no actually

Have you ever felt an earthquake? i mean an artificial one at a museum but technically no

Have you ever touched a snake? um. i think so?

Have you ever ran a red light? i can’t drive mate

Have you ever been suspended from school? no

Have you ever had detention? yes and for a stupid reason

Have you ever been in a car accident? technically no, but pretty dang close to one that would have killed me

Have you ever hated the way you look? yeah :/

Have you ever witnessed a crime? hard to say, maybe

Have you ever pole danced? nah but it would be fun to try

Have you ever been lost? oh for sure

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? no, actually

Have you ever felt like dying? yeah :/

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? yeah

Have you ever sang karaoke? no

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? yeah

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? not yet thankfully! i’ve choked tho

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? no

Have you ever kissed in the rain? no actually

Have you ever sang in the shower? oh yeah for sure!

Have you ever made out in a park? no

Have you ever dream that you married someone? yeah :/

Have you ever glued your hand to something? yeah!

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? no

Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked? what? no?

Have you ever been a cheerleader? nah

Have you ever sat on a roof top? sorta? in a crows nest if that counts

Have you ever brush your teeth? brushed* ? yes of course

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone? oh definitely

Have you ever played chicken? uh not sure what that is

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? thankfully no, that would not be cool

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? unfortunately

Have you ever broken a bone? no, actually

Have you ever been easily amused? oh all the time

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? yeah!

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? oh hell no

Have you ever cheated on a test? yeah lmao

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? ALL THE TIME

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? maybe once or twice

give us one thing about you that no one knows. no thank u

#long post #questions

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eddiejpoplar · 7 years

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The 2017 Bentley Bentayga is the Four-Wheeld Definition of Magnificent

The cynic in me was prepared not to like Bentley’s first SUV, the Bentayga. “They just threw it together to satisfy a rabid Chinese market for big luxury vehicles,” I mused. “It’ll be huge and ungainly and no fun to drive. It’ll cost a fortune and perform well below the capabilities of far more affordable SUV options. Also, the name sounds like Beluga caviar. Maybe that was intentional.”

Then a Hallmark blue 2017 Bentley Bentayga showed up in my driveway. And after only an hour or so behind the wheel, I realized I was right about only two things: The Bentayga does cost a fortune (almost a quarter-million dollars), and the name does sound like caviar.

The thing is, the Bentayga looks and feels and drives like caviar, too.

To climb aboard the Bentayga is to enter the rarified realm of a posh London gentleman’s club. My test car was awash (seats, dash, all over the doors) in sumptuous black-and-tan contrasting leather that Bentley calls—you guessed it!—“Beluga.” The cabin was aromatic, delicious to drink in, huge—particularly the limousine-like rear seats. Wide swaths of finely polished burr walnut veneer stretched across the instrument panel and the doors, accented by glistening chrome trim. The air-vent controls are pulls reminiscent of the draw-bars you’ll find on a pipe organ. The carpets on the floor are thick and rich. Above lies a ginormous panoramic glass roof that accounts for roughly 60 percent of the roof structure. Bentley cut no corners in crafting this resplendent space. I mean, I almost expected to find a fireplace tucked in there somewhere.

Naturally, every amenity you could desire is standard. Included are an 8-inch touchscreen with gesture control, a 60-gig solid-state hard drive with 11GB reserved for your music collection, text-to-speech recognition in any one of 30 languages, a six-channel, ten-speaker premium audio system (an 1800-watt, 18-speaker Naim system is optional), and a full suite of safety technologies—from Head-Up display to park assist, traffic-sign recognition, and a top-view camera. My tester carried only a few options, including body-colored lower bodywork ($1,335), black-painted and diamond-turned 21-inch alloy wheels ($850), and electronically operated blinds on the rear windows. Total tab: $236,080.

I’d almost have been content leave the Bentayga in the driveway, relaxing in the thickly padded driver’s seat while enjoying the superb climate control and audio systems. If Bentley had let me, I’d have smoked a cigar in there, too. But the opulence of this machine accounts for only a fraction of its appeal. Because under the hood lies an all-new, twin-turbocharged-and-intercooled W-12 monster rippling with 600 horsepower and 664 pound-feet of torque. And what it can do with nearly three tons of Bentayga is simply mind-blowing.

Mash down on the gas pedal, and this Bentley is … gone. Nothing can prepare you for the experience of a vehicle this big accelerating so quickly. The torque peaks comes on almost immediately, and the turbocharged rush takes over from there. Bentley claims 0 to 60 mph in just 4.0 seconds. I’d bet the Bentayga is faster than that. The British marque also claims a drag-limited top speed of 187 miles per hour. No other SUV currently on the planet can boast numbers like these. Einstein would’ve looked at the Bentayga, checked the performance stats, and said, “Notta chance, mein Freund.” But driving is believing.

What’s more, the Bentayga hustles well, too. The all-wheel-drive suspension grips the road impressively, and despite its bulk the rig nips deftly from corner to corner—even displaying some mild oversteer if you employ the pedals correctly. Credit an active roll-control system for the handling aplomb. Available are numerous modes—including off-road, snow, sand, and grass—to tailor the vehicle’s handling and powertrain characteristics to changing conditions, but in bone-dry urban Los Angeles I got zero opportunity to experience any of them. Also worth mentioning: the standard 8-speed automatic includes shift paddles for manual-mode gear changes. A nice touch.

Naturally, everybody wants to ride with you when you’re driving the world’s fastest and most expensive SUV. The Bentayga produced “oohs” and “aahs,” lots of “wows!” and even the occasional “OMG!” Parking attendants couldn’t stop gushing over the five-star cabin. Drivers in the next lane would yell, “Wait, what? Bentley makes an SUV?” And passengers kept urging me to “step on the gas again!”

Don’t expect me to justify the sticker price. Almost 250 large for a sport-ute is a proposition only a one-percenter could justify (so is an EPA city/highway rating of just 12/19 mpg). But that’s not my job; my job is evaluating vehicles and delivering my verdict. To purchase or not to purchase—that’s the buyer’s call. Yes, it’s crazy-expensive. But the Bentley Bentayga delivers in ways—and to a degree—that I never expected. We’re talking about an SUV as luxurious as a Sunseeker motor yacht and almost as fast as a Ferrari, for cryin’ out loud. It’s almost silly how over-the-top the Bentayga is in almost every way. And it’s also remarkable just how well it does almost everything the most demanding luxury-SUV buyer could ever want (that is so say, I doubt many Bentaygas will ever see the mud or rocks of an off-road trail).

This is a magnificent piece of automotive engineering, a piece of vehicular art. Fine artwork costs big, and some would argue it’s not worth the lofty tariff. But at least this example can go 187 miles per hour.

2017 Bentley Bentayga Specifications

ON SALE Now PRICE $231,825/$236,080 (base/as-tested) ENGINE 6.0L DOHC 48-valve twin-turbocharged W-12/600 hp @ 5,000 rpm, 664 lb-ft @ 1,350 rpm TRANSMISSION 8-speed dual-clutch automatic LAYOUT 4-door, 5-passenger, front-engine, AWD SUV EPA MILEAGE 12/19 mpg (city/hwy) L x W x H 202.4 x 78.7 x 68.6 in WHEELBASE 117.9 in WEIGHT 5,800 lb 0-60 MPH 4.0 sec (mfr) TOP SPEED 187 mph (mfr)

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