#i can't stop eating that fucking chips why are they so good

[1-800-luvmail]

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reader who would rather skydive without a parachute than have their self sufficiency questioned vs cod men [ 2 / ? ]

könig assumed that when you invited him to bake with you, it was going to be a cute little activity for the two of you to do. a simple afternoon in your kitchen, making some baked goods to enjoy later.

he could not be more fucking wrong. you bake up a storm, leaving trails of flour, baking soda, sugar and whatever other substances you've used in your wake. you also seem to be eyeballing every single measurement. it's chaos. he's never seen a more disorganized process of making red velvet cupcakes.

the worst part is, könig can't seem to understand why he's even there.

"hey can you pass me th— nevermind, i got it." you say, standing on the tips of your toes to reach a bag of chocolate chips which was just a little too high. he's just a whole 6'10 ft of useless, standing in your kitchen, and getting in the way.

so instead of waiting for instructions, he choses to make himself helpful by attempting to clean as you bake. it works smoothly for the most part. he wipes up any milk you've spilt on the counter, places a batter covered spoon in the sink to be washed later (not before taking a little taste of course... and mess be damned, you're good at baking even if the sample he got was raw), and moves the bowls you don't quite need yet out of the way.

everything is going fine. you're talking to him like this is the most calming activity on earth and he's replying with little hums of acknowledgement and nods as he swiftly tries to get a little more batter from the whisk you've just stopped using.

"hey— no. you're gonna get sick. there's raw egg in there." you chide, just as he's about to sneak a lick. he wonders how you even noticed, considering you seem to be using 110% of your concentration on filling up the cupcake liners with just enough batter for each cupcake to be roughly the same size, which happens to be the only semblance of consistency you've had this entire baking session.

"i'm not going to die because of a little batter." he counters, amused by your concern. he can't help but chuckle.

you snort, rolling your eyes. "famous last words of an impatient man."

eventually, your baking frenzy subsides. the red velvet cupcakes are cooled after being pulled fresh out of the oven, you've made an insanely good homemade cream cheese icing to go on top (which you begrudgingly allow him one taste of. one.), and it's time to decorate. you've piped on most of the icing already, but the unsatisfied stare you give your baked goods allows him to piece together it isn't over yet.

"i think these need sprinkles." you murmur after a moment. your eyes glance around and eventually land on possibly the highest shelf in the kitchen. where the sprinkles just so happen to be. he tries to supress laughter when he sees the disbelief on your face. "motherfu—"

"i will get it." könig interrupts, stepping towards the shelf. you step in front of him, blocking him from getting there, hauling a chair with you.

"nope. won't need to. 'm innovative." he watches you set up the chair and get ready to climb up— only to gently grab your forearm and tug you back.

"famous last words of a stupid person." he scoffs, echoing your words from earlier.

you shoot him an exasperated look as you wriggle out of his grasp.

"c'mon, i do this like, what— all the time? hasn't killed me yet." you say, pointing at the shelf. "it's not that high. i'll just climb up to reach it."

"or you could swallow your pride and allow me to get it."

"and what fun would that be?"

he sighs at your response, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he mutters something to himself. probably in german. not like you could hear. you were too busy staring up at the shelf and getting the chair set up.

on one hand, könig wants to help to prevent you from potentially falling and eating shit, but on the other, he knows you well enough to understand there's no stopping you. so instead, he settles for a compromise.

könig moves the chair out of the way.

"i said, i'm getting it by myself. i kinda need the chair for that." you huff, glancing back at him, only to watch as he lowers himself, arms wrapping around your legs. "hey wh—"

before you can process, you're hoisted up into the air with a startling ease.

"alright," he isn't even trying to hide his smirk as he lifts you up, high enough to reach the shelf, "you can get it."

#val's 💭 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod warzone #call of duty #könig #könig x reader #he'll literally b ur personal ladder idk what to say #he's strong. and tall. might as well make the most out of it #i've actually had severe könig brainrot and honestly as someone who dgaf abt this man usually itz a welcome change #hes such a kyutie :33

[badingsm]

Hits Different — Part II

Warnings: some curses, pregnancy, giving birth, time jumps because meeting Nat again is our priority. Be patient.

After the day that you'd spent resting in the hospital, you went home and decided to eat healthy foods because, even though you had insisted on coming home alone, Dominique didn't leave you to yourself. Instead, she had accompanied you all throughout and even stayed the night.

You two were currently sitting in the living room of your penthouse; it was spacious, so it looked like a cinema due to the large screen in front of you.

"So," Dominique started lowly, "You're really taking a break? Wouldn't that be suspicious if you wanted to stay lowkey?"

"I figured that out on our way over here, and I thought about doing some small projects before giving birth." You shrugged nonchalantly, grabbing a handful of chips from your shared bowl before dumping them in your mouth. "And then, as soon as my belly's showing, I'll ask my handlers to announce that I'm taking a break from acting, though I'll still be appearing on some Q&As as long as they're held online."

"What a plan, Mother!" She chuckled proudly. "You have enough money anyway. You can do whatever you want. Just remember to make me a godmother."

"Why not be the other mother?" You raised your brow teasingly, making her blush for a bit before she looked at you seriously. "Well, I could always use a hand considering that the other parent is.. you know.."

She's still mad at you for not telling her who the other parent was, but when she looked at you like a kicked puppy, feeling so lost about this so-called motherhood that would start soon, she couldn't help but sigh with a nod.

"I mean, I couldn't say no to that."

"Good."

-

5 months.

You whined loudly, thrashing dramatically on the couch in your trailer, because even though you said that you wanted to take a break, you couldn't.

Your body was itching to do something, especially now that your movie with Dominique is nearing the end, so you decided to stay even though you're already pregnant pregnant.

"What is it, hon?" Dominique questioned after she finished her business in your washroom. She had stayed by your side throughout those months of your journey, never once leaving you alone, which made you thankfully happy for her company.

"Hungry." You patted your baby bump gently, which you cover with oversized clothes every time you go out in public. In addition to that, shooting a scene wasn't a problem with your growing stomach because your character in the movie prefers baggy clothes over sexy ones, and you were really grateful for that.

The brunette chuckled, "What does the baby want this time?"

"Burger," You muttered with pursed lips.

"Easy, I'll go order-"

"But!" You interrupted her rambling quickly, stopping her from opening her phone to go over that app where she'll buy. She groaned at you playfully while you clapped with excitement, "Instead of buns, how about cookies as a replacement, huh? How does that sound?"

"Uh, disgusting?" She answered honestly, making you frown, "Seriously, hon, cookie, patty, veggies, patty, and cookie? I'll barf."

"You're not the one who'll eat it!" You complained grumpily. "Fine! I'll just starve here with your goddaughter, and then we'll just-"

"Okay, okay," She raised her hands in surrender, "I'll ask my assistant to buy it for you. I'm pretty sure they don't sell that stuff in my app... or anywhere for that matter."

You glared at her, having to hear her last remark, but you just shrugged, patiently waiting for your food as you rubbed your belly comfortingly.

You have to admit, though, that you've grown to love her already, even though she wasn't born yet, and you're just hoping that you'll be enough for her.

-

The birth.

"God-fucking-damn it!" You groaned, pushing with all your might as the tears pricked into the corners of your eyes. "Doc, I can't—how about I just do the c-section thingy?"

"Baby's crowning already, Miss, you can do this." She encouraged with a tight smile, together with the nurses that you've hired privately in this secluded hospital, "Come on, give me three brave pushes."

You did as you were told, and you were screaming at the top of your lungs until you finally heard the wonderful music of your daughter's cries.

"Congratulations, Miss Y/l/n!"

Doctor Rialle placed your daughter on your bare chest to have skin-to-skin contact between you and your newborn baby, and despite crying so loudly, as soon as she was placed on your side, your daughter seemed to calm down herself, making you smile genuinely while brushing the tears from your eyes.

"I love you."

-

Months have passed since you've given birth, and all throughout those times, Dominique has stayed by your side, helping you through the discovery of this so-called mothering that you've grown accustomed to, even if it means that all your time will be spent nursing your child and nothing else.

You couldn't even watch TV these days because you were too busy with your hectic schedule, but you're not complaining.

You love your daughter more than anything else.

"Hey, Y/n, I think she's hungry!" Dom yelled from upstairs while you sat on your working table in your office, preparing for the Zoom meeting where you'll be interviewed about your movie that you shot last year.

"I still have twenty minutes. Bring her over here, please!" You replied, holding the breastfeeding towel as you heard the cries of your daughter nearing, gently grabbing her from your friend's grasp as soon as they came, quickly calming down the wailing child, "Hey, sweetheart, did you miss mommy?"

"I swear you have a magic about calming people," Dominique muttered, leaving to go towards the kitchen to get some water for herself. "Do you want some chicken wings? I'm planning to order them for our dinner."

"Sure, I've been craving those for some time now, and some lasagna too," You answered, caressing the sleepy baby in your arms gently. "And isn't your flight back to New York at 10?"

"It's still early," She shrugged, coming into your line of sight with a cup of tea for you. You thanked her quietly, causing her to nod in response, "I don't have to pack though. I'll be back over the weekend."

"Hey, go get yourself a girlfriend." You chastised her for spending most of her free time with you and your daughter, causing her to scoff in dismissal, "I'm being serious! Get a life!"

"I have a life," Dominique muttered with an eye roll, gesturing for you to give your baby back to her now that she's finally asleep. "Your interview's starting soon. We'll be upstairs, okay?"

You grinned at her genuinely before planting a kiss on your daughter's forehead and saying, "Mhm, thanks."

"Anytime."

-

One year.

"Happy birthday, baby!" You happily clapped along with Dominique and your family that you'd invited for this private celebration. You kissed her chubby cheeks and said, "Mommy loves you so much!"

"Picture!" Dom yelled over the song, making you smile widely as you posed for some. "Okay, okay, I'm hungry, and I think she is too! She's been eyeing the cupcakes for a while now."

"Yeah, yeah." You laughed, grabbing one cupcake and carefully feeding her. Chocolate is her favorite flavor, so you weren't really surprised when she tugged at your arms for another forkful of the pastry. "Baby, slow down. Mommy's not going anywhere."

Atasha Ingrid Y/l/n—your one-year-old baby girl with red hair and forest green eyes is an absolute delight. Her fiery red hair adds a unique charm to her appearance, standing out beautifully against her fair skin. Her sparkling forest-green eyes are like windows to a world of curiosity and wonder. She's eager to find out all the answers to her basic curiosity, always exploring things in her own little ways, making you thankful for having a daughter like her.

The party soon wrapped up, with your guests leaving with a satisfied smile on their faces after seeing Ash for the first time since you gave birth, considering that you chose to hide somewhere in Italy as soon as you started to show your bump.

"Niks," You called Dominique with the nickname that you usually use for her, "I was thinking.."

"Oh, is that a joke?" She kidded, making you pout with a glare. "Fine. What is it?"

"Now that Ash is one year old," You sighed, looking at her. "Maybe it's time that we come back to New York?"

She seemed to stop in her tracks, helping you clean up the mess that was left from the party while your daughter was finally sleeping peacefully in her room, probably too tired from all the noises awhile ago.

"Are you sure?" She asked carefully, "I mean, are you ready? New York—there's a lot of paparazzi in there; they might see-"

"I'll lay low with Ash," You answered truthfully. "I'll hire a sitter for when I work because I miss acting already, even though the surroundings are shitty and toxic, but I'll keep her off of the eyes of the public, promise."

"Okay then. I'll book us a flight."

You smiled at her genuinely and said, "Thank you, Nikki!"

"Always, Y/n/n."

-

3 years.

"Hey, you can't remove your hat just like mommy, okay?" You advised your daughter carefully, leaning down to place the said hat on her head before planting kisses on her cheeks, causing the latter to giggle. "Can you promise me that?"

"Promise!" She clapped, excited to finally go out and accompany you with the grocery because apparently, her babysitter, Kate, had to do some emergency work in her real job so she couldn't watch over your child, leaving you with no choice but to bring her along because your supply of foods is out of stock.

The journey over to the store was chaotic, jamming with Taylor Swift's music in the car with Ash while the traffic continued, leaving you stuck for about half an hour on the road when it should have been ten minutes on the way over to the grocery store.

Nonetheless, you enjoyed your time with your daughter, especially because she told you about her adventures with Kate and how they share the same interests in dogs whenever you're not around.

Soon, you finally arrived, grabbing a cart with Ash by your side and walking since she said she didn't want to be trapped in the cart, which you know is a lie because the truth is, she wanted to be free so she could grab anything that she wanted. Not that you could ever say no to her, of course.

You were in the aisle of biscuits and chips, grabbing some snacks for you and Ash, when something caught her eye—a dog, to be exact. So, with a curious and excited mind, she went to see and follow the dog, assuming that you were watching over her and following her along.

"Hey, Miss!" She yelled giddily over the blonde lady that was holding the dog's collar. "Dog! What's the name?"

"Fanny," The blonde smiled, letting your daughter pet the animal, "What's your name?"

"I'm Ash," She proudly stated, flashing them a wide grin. "I'm with my mom..." She stopped herself when she turned around to supposedly gesture towards you but didn't see you anywhere. "Mommy?"

"Hey, hey." The blonde had jumped into action the moment that she saw the panicked state and tears forming in the little girl's eye. "I'm Yelena. Don't worry, we're going to look for your mother." The Russian blonde was about to remove the hat from Ash's head to wipe her tears, but the little girl backed away, remembering your words from earlier. Yelena raised her hands, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Mommy," Ash hiccuped, now crying silently as she looked around for you, and thankfully, her crisis was quickly over when the familiar cart filled with familiar foods was being pushed in her direction. "Mom!"

She rushed to your side as fast as her little feet could take her, hugging your legs while she cried. "I told you to just hold onto me, baby. Where did you go?"

"Dog," She mumbled in your shirt, and from that, you already knew.

Looking up, you saw the said dog beside the blonde, who was holding her collar, making you smile apologetically towards her. "Hey, Miss, I'm sorry for bothering you-"

"Oh, no, no, it's no bother." The blonde waved you off with a smile. "Your daughter was very adorable, and she was-"

And before the blonde could even finish her sentence, an all too familiar voice interrupted your conversation with the blonde lady (who goes by the name Yelena), making you freeze in your spot.

"Yelena, have you found Thor's request?"

Natasha.

-

Taglist (that i forgot, i'm SO sorry): @marvelogic @waltermis @beforeoursecrets

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #soft natasha romanoff #marvel #g!p natasha #intersex natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff au

[writingforstraykids]

I owe you a kiss - Pt.2

Pairing: Minchan x femReader

Word Count: 3133

Summary: Minho and you work out a few methods to help Chan acknowledge his feelings, good or bad. Both you and Minho have nothing but Chan's best in mind, slowly realizing how insecure Chan truly is...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, domestic life, husband!channie, husband!minho, anxious!numbish!channie, soft!minho, emotional hurt/comfort, soft fluffy shit

A/N: Dedicated to my girls @kai-lee08 @atinyniki and @sona1800 since you related to the first part so much💕

PART ONE | PART THREE

The next morning, Minho wakes up to you, planting kisses all over his face. You poke his side, giggling as he makes a cute protesting noise. "Wake up, sleepy," you tease him. "Channie and I made breakfast." 

"I'm tired," he whines softly, feeling the jetlag hitting him full force. 

"Minnie, it's 2 pm, come on," you say, and he shoots up in shock. 

"What?!" he asks with wide eyes, head turning as he hears Chan chuckling. He's leaning in the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest, and watches him amused. 

"She's right, if you don't get up now, you won't be able to sleep tonight," he tells him, and Minho falls back into the pillows, groaning, and closes his eyes.

"Come on, Channie made pancakes," you say, and Minho squints at you. "With chocolate chips." 

"Fuck you," he presses out before pushing himself up, ignoring your succeeding giggles. 

He joins you only shortly after, wearing one of Chan's signature black sweaters and his glasses. His hair looks fluffy, and you can't fight the urge to run your fingers through it. Minho melts into your touch with a soft hum. "Chan's right, you're such a kitten." 

Minho's ears burn up as Chan smirks and hands him his plate. "Stop it already." 

"Okay, this is the first step of our getting better program," you announce, and Minho glances at you, amused, taking the first bite. “Cherish every bite. Take the flavor all in and focus on how it feels against your tongue. Focus on the temperature and texture," you say.

Minho chokes on his pancake as he can't hold himself back from laughing at your serious face. Tears shoot to his eyes as he coughs, covering his mouth with his hand. Chan drops his fork and quickly steps next to him, patting his back forcefully. Minho winces at the impact and waves him off, still laughing. "Y/N!" he whines as he's finally able to breathe again. 

"What?" you ask, confused. "I was doing some research, and they said it's a way to focus on what you're feeling again." 

"Why would you-" Minho breaks into a fit of giggles again, burying his face in his arm. "Why would you say it all serious like some instructions on how to-." 

"Lee Minho!" you protest loudly, knowing where this is heading. 

Realization hits Chan's face, and he has trouble holding back a laugh. "Min, you can't be serious, why-" he fails and laughs as well. 

"I swear I hate you two," you groan softly as they giggle but can't fight back a smile at that sound. Your boys being happy is all you want, after all. 

"I'm sorry, honey," Minho snorts and shakes his head at himself before continuing to eat. "But she's right, try it out, Chan." 

Chan exchanges an amused look with him before taking another bite and chewing more slowly now. Minho cracks up once again, seeing Chan's partly focused but also disgusted expression. Chan almost spits it all over the table, meeting his eyes, quickly covering his mouth. 

"Nice texture, love?" Minho asks, and Chan makes a protesting sound, smacking his arm gently. 

"Fucking hell, forget that. This isn't working with you two massive toddlers," you laugh and roll your eyes at them. "Minnie, do you have anything planned for today?" 

"No," he shakes his head. 

"Great, I'm taking the two of you to the beach," you nod. 

"On second thought, there's something I really have to -." 

"Min," you say firmly. "I know you can't swim, but you have us." 

"Ugh, fine," he groans, giving in as he sees a hint of excitement in Chan's eyes. Sometimes, he forgets how much his husband loves the sea. 

-

Just as you're about to leave, Minho gets a call from the company. He joins you again with an apologizing smile. "I'm so sorry, but they want to do the interview that would've been scheduled for today online now." 

"Aw no," you pout softly. 

"I'm sorry," he pouts right back at you, cupping your face and kissing your nose. You giggle softly, and he smirks succeedingly. "I'll join you later, okay?" 

"Okay," you sigh softly. 

Minho turns to Chan and flashes him a gentle smile. "You two have fun, alright?" 

"Alright," he nods and gently caresses his cheek. "Drive carefully, okay?" 

"Promise," he smiles softly. 

You watch him leave before turning to Chan and glancing up at him. "You're still in the mood to go to the beach?" 

"I'm not in the mood for anything right now, but that probably won't change for a while," he giggles and meets your eyes. "I'm all yours today; we can do whatever you want." 

You smirk and gently grab his hand, smiling as he lets you. "We should get going; we can go for a swim now as well, with Minnie coming later." 

-

Chan helps you spread the towels on the sand, chuckling as your hair keeps on landing in your face due to the soft breeze. You smirk at him and put down your bag at the edge of the towels to keep them in place. Once you have everything in place, you take off your dress and throw it onto the towels, smiling at Chan. “Come on, angel.”

Chan chuckles at your eagerness and takes off his shirt, throwing it onto your dress before taking your hand and letting you pull him down to the water. You chicken out for a moment as the cold water hits your feet but Chan is having none of it and lifts you up, making you squeak in surprise. He walks you into the water, gently lowering you down with him.

You smile softly as he lets you stay close and wrap your arms around his shoulders more casually. Your eyes travel up his face, starting at those plump lips you love kissing so much up his nose before meeting his soft chocolate orbs. You lift your hand and very gently caress his cheek, thumb brushing his cheekbone. Chan’s eyes search yours, almost looking a little puzzled, but deep down, you can tell he relaxes at the feeling. “Hey there, beautiful,” you smile happily. 

“Stop it,” he mutters softly, blushing a little at your fond gaze.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” you ask, and he hums lowly, not knowing what to say. “We haven’t had much time outside the house together lately.”

“True,” he nods and mirrors your smile as you brush back his damp curls. “Haven’t had much time in general lately.”

“Neither did Min,” you nod and lean back a little to look up at the perfectly blue sky.

“And still you stay,” Chan's voice pulls you from your thoughts.

You frown softly at him. “Of course, I stay.

“Nah, that’s not, of course,” he laughs and shakes his head at you. “You stay with us without complaining once when we don’t have the time we should have for you. We’re away so often, and when we’re home, we’re tired.”

“Which means we’ll stay in the whole day, and I can cuddle you guys. Chan, I chose this when I said yes. I know both you and Min would handle it differently if you could, so don’t blame yourself,” you assure him and gently nudge your nose against his. “I love you so much and all the time we can’t spend together makes our joined times even more special. Just like this here right now,” you smile brightly. 

Chan doesn’t know how to respond, but he can tell you’re being sincere. He buries his face in your shoulder and hugs you tight for a moment, humming softly as you run your hand through his hair. “I’m so glad we have you.”

“I’m so glad I have you guys too,” you smile and kiss his head, playing with his hair at the back of his neck. “Let’s get out so we’re all dry before Min gets here,” you suggest, and Chan gives in with a low hum. You pull him back to your towels and sit down with him, not letting go of his hand yet. “Close your eyes, pretty.”

“What?” he asks confused.

“Close your eyes, come on,” you laugh, and Chan rolls them before doing as you said. “Okay, and now?” he asks impatiently.

“Now, take a deep breath and try to relax. Listen to the waves and feel the sun against your skin,” you tell him, voice growing soothing and quiet. Chan does as you say, lying back with you. You gently fondle his hand in yours and turn to watch him. 

“Quit staring, creep,” he mutters under his breath.

“We’re married, dumbass. What exactly haven’t I seen before, huh?” you give right back.

“Exactly my point, no need to stare,” he grins and squints his eyes at you, turning to face you. 

“What do you feel?” you smile at him, and Chan thinks for a moment. 

“Feels warm,” he shrugs, and he huffs at the gently scolding look you give him. “The waves remind me of home,” he goes on. “The sun feels nice…your hand also.”

“See, that’s a lot of positive feelings, right?” you ask, and he nods hesitantly. “Min and I both did some research and found some stuff that might help you feel better…or feel in the first place.”

Chan turns onto his side, facing you now, and smiles softly. “That’s very sweet.”

“Anything for you, Channie angel,” you beam adoringly and sink deep into his eyes.

Chan tenderly cups your cheek and searches your eyes, leaning in a little. You can feel his wedding rings resting against your cheek, smiling at the feeling. “I don’t tell you how beautiful you are often enough,” he whispers, making a slight blush travel up your neck to your cheeks. “Can I…Can I kiss you?”

You blink a little stunned, before nodding quickly. “Always.”

Chan's lips melt against yours, feeling as soft and familiar as ever, sending sparks through your body. His hand finds the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and a soft, weak sound escapes him. Your body searches his, your lips chase his, and you can’t stop yourself from gripping his hair a little tighter. It has been almost a week since he kissed you and you hadn’t noticed how much you had missed it. Chan pulls back after a bit, a beautiful smile covering his lips. “That felt amazing,” he smirks, making you blush.

“Sure hope so,” you tease him lightheartedly and wink at him. 

-

Two days later Minho walks upstairs to get Chan for dinner, a little surprised as he doesn’t react to you calling out for him. He knocks at the door to his home office and lets himself in, closing the door again. Chan sits at his desk, staring into the distance, and the only thing telling him he isn’t completely zoned out is him humming to the tune playing from his laptop. “Channie love?” he asks gently, and Chan snaps out of it, blinking at him confused. “Everything okay?”

Chan is tempted to say yes, but when he meets Minho’s concerned coffee orbs, he gives in, shaking his head. “Not really.”

“How can I help?” he asks, stopping a few steps away from him, unsure if physical comfort is what Chan needs now.

“I don’t know,” he admits and pulls down the sleeves of his sweater.

Minho notices, knowing it’s a habit of his husband when he’s feeling cuddly. He decides to take a different approach and grabs Chan’s spare chair pulling it next to him and sitting down. Offering his hand, he leans back and watches Chan take it, hesitantly intertwining their fingers. “What’s wrong, love?”

“I can’t get anything done,” he huffs, clearly frustrated. “I promised Y/nnie to help her pack before she goes to see her family tomorrow. I also promised Hannie to send over the new track and…,” he trails off, and Minho notices the tears burning in his eyes. “I’m a failure, Min.”

“Oh, baby,” he breathes out and shakes his head. “Come here?” he offers, gently patting his thighs.

Chan glances at him timidly and chews on his lower lip. “I’ll be too heavy.”

“Fucks sake,” he chuckles and cups his face. “I fucked you stupid in less comfortable positions, so move your ass here now for some cuddles.” Chan chokes on his laugh, and a tear spills down his cheek. He gives in and straddles Minho’s lap, burying his face in his shoulder in an instant. Minho soothingly rubs his back and kisses his hair. “You, my hardworking love, are not a failure. You simply need a break from now and then, like the rest of us do. I already helped Y/nnie pack, and Hannie can wait another day, there’s no rush. All the tracks for this comeback are done.”

“Min? Channie? Are you guys coming or-?” you ask, opening the door and frowning at the sight in front of you. “Oh, Channie, what’s wrong?”

“I feel like I can’t keep up,” he sniffles, buried in Minho’s shoulder.

“Keep up with what?” you ask patiently and step closer, exchanging a worried glance with Minho, who seems calm. Sometimes, you really admire him for keeping a cool head when things get rough.

“Everything,” he admits.

You place your hands on his shoulders before soothingly rubbing his arms. “Sometimes, Channie angel, you need a break…and you very clearly need one at the moment. That’s completely fine, and the things you feel are valid. But I can assure you, you’re doing such a good job.”

“We’re very proud of you, Channie love,” Minho agrees, glad that you instinctively chose similar words to himself. 

You lovingly run your hand through his hair and massage his scalp, trying to soothe him. Minho rubs his back and leans his head against his, glancing up at you. “Minnie and I thought we’d have dinner now before you guys drop me off at the airport tomorrow morning. We won’t have that much time for breakfast. You want to join us?” you ask, feeling like giving him a choice is the better option now.

“Okay,” Chan sniffles softly and pulls back from Minho, messily wiping his cheeks. He chuckles weakly as Minho cups his face and kisses his forehead soothingly. 

-

Shifting in his seat, Minho turns up the radio after a while to cancel the silence as neither he nor you are sure whether you should talk. Chan is driving, saying something about it easing his mind, and seems deep in thought as he does. Minho and you decided to come along, joining him for an aimless late-night drive. Minho starts humming along to the tune playing and glances up at the dark sky, wondering how the next few days will be with you gone. He smiles to himself as he notices you singing along quietly in the backseat and chimes in gently at first. 

“Oh, Min, that’s our song!” you say excitedly, and Minho giggles as he recognizes the new tune: Connected. “I still think it’s so cute you did that, Channie angel.”

Chan chuckles softly and rolls his eyes at you before giving in and starting to sing with you. Minho watches the two of you, amused, singing the parts he remembers. The next song has the three of you singing at the top of your lungs, fooling around as you do so. The smile on Chan’s lips seems genuine and it warms your heart seeing it. After a while, Chan decides it’s time for a break, and you all get out. You smile as you hear the waves crashing against the shore and take a deep breath. Chan’s hands slip into yours and Minho’s as he walks down to the beach with you. 

You all sit down in the sand and Minho chuckles as Chan lies down in the sand. “Channie love, you’ll be covered in sand later. It’ll be all in your curls,” he scolds him lovingly. 

“Then you can help me wash it out,” he shrugs and smiles up at him. “If you lie down as well, I might help you too.”

“Nope, I have a better idea,” Minho giggles and rests his head on his chest. 

“Smart,” you nod and do the same on Chan’s left. 

“You two are ridiculous,” Chan sighs before laughing softly. 

Minho gently rubs his chest and turns a little to look up at the sky. “It’s nice here,” he says after marveling at the stars painting the sky above you.

“It’s beautiful,” you agree quietly. 

A comfortable silence accentuated by the waves and calm breeze lulls you in. You’re ready to fall asleep right there in the sand when Chan speaks up. “I love you two so much…I hope you know that.”

“Of course we do,” Minho whispers and moves a little on him, planting a kiss on his jaw. 

“We love you too, angel,” you smile and softly pat his chest.

Chan gently pats your arms, signaling you to sit up. He stares at the sea for a moment, feeling his mind calm. “I think I need a break. Like a literal break,” he says then, and Minho watches him thoughtfully.

“You mean from the group?” he asks gently, and you can see he’s nervous at the thought of managing without him for a while.

Chan hums softly and plays with the sand between his legs. “I was thinking and…I really miss Australia,” he says, and the silence grows heavy for a moment. “I don’t wanna say home because that’s here with you two, but-”

“It’s okay,” you assure him gently. “It’s your family; of course that’s home too.”

“I just need to get away for a while, sort my head. I know you're doing everything you can,, and you two make me happier than anything else, but-"

"Go home," Minho cuts him off gently, and Chan glances at him timidly. His soft brown eyes are filled with warmth and understanding. “You deserve a break. We'll be fine; I'll take care of Y/nnie." 

"And I'll take care of Min," you laugh and exchange a fond look with him. "Seriously, Channie, we'll be okay. We can call or come visit, and you can come back whenever you want to." 

Chan looks at you and Minho, stunned. He didn't expect your approval as easily as that. "You're sure?" he asks. 

Minho scoots a little closer and searches his eyes before kissing his lips softly. "Very sure, Channie," he says gently. "Don't worry so much about us." 

Chan smiles gently and takes both of your hands. "Thank you." 

“Just…don’t forget about us over there, yeah?” you ask, not fully able to swallow down your own insecurities and fears.

“Never,” Chan says firmly and flashes you a gentle smile. “I could never forget you two.”

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Gentle Giant!Jason feeling the baby kick for the first time? 🥺

"You look like you need that," Charlie said, putting a beer on the bar for Jason and waving his money away.

"Thanks," he said rubbing the back of his neck. It wasn't you. Not really. Compared to some of the horror stories he's heard, you were an angel. A little grumpy, sure. Emotional, sure. But you weren't horrible or anything.

"Want some free advice?" Charlie said, feeling a little sympathetic. You'd had to spend 15 minutes today crying in the back because someone sent you a video of a crow helping a hedgehog across the street.

"Anything," Jason snorted.

"When you go home tonight bring her some curly fries and a soda," he said. "And if you think she'd probably like a snack, just buy two. She'll get a little chubby but you won't have to go get something else at 3am."

"She doesn't ask me to-" "You got a ways to go until she pops," he snorted. "Just keep snacks on hand and bring her flowers every once in a while."

"If that works how come you're divorced?" he asked. It felt kinda mean reducing what you were going through to something he could fix with some chips.

"I'm divorced because I didn't do that," he said rolling his eyes. "And also because my ex wife decided she wasn't cut out for mom life."

Jason snorted, "Thanks."

"Also- if she asks if she's getting fat it's a trap. Just tell her she's beautiful and don't make jokes about getting her work out tapes for Christmas... Our dad did that once and there was a dent in the wall where the frying pan hit it."

"Why would-"

"Listen. Our dad was a weedy little guy that looked like an accountant for a biker gang. Not a brick shit house who could dead lift a volvo."

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Jason let himself into the house, shifting the bag with some curly fries and your drink into one hand so he could hang his jacket up on the hook and smiled a little. Sure. It sounded mean but. Better safe than sorry. And who else was he gonna ask? Damian was a test tube baby and fuck if he was gonna ask Roy. He didn't need detailed diagrams of different ways to fuck.

"Jay?"

"Hey Cutie," he said smiling a little, walking through leaning over the couch to kiss the top of your head.

"Good day?"

"Stopped by to shoot the shit with Charlie for a minute- he thought you might want this." He proffered the snacks and walked around to flop on the sofa, putting your feet in his lap.

"Bless," you tell him. "This was all I could think about for like the last 2 hours of my shift."

"Getting Peanut started on fine dining early, huh?" he said.

"If it's not curly fries it's fucking cereal. Like why? Why can't it be not junk food?"

"Sometimes it's pickles. That's technically a vegetable."

"Ugh."

He took the hand you held out to help you sit up a little and smiled. Idly rubbing one of your ankles and waving away the container you offered to share with him. "That's all you, Cutie. You're eating for two."

"Not really-"

"Hush," he said, leaning over and rubbing your stomach affectionately. "Gotta make sure my girls get-" And he stopped. Blinking for a second. You'd been telling him you could feel the baby starting to move around. Little skitters of motion. But- he hadn't felt anything yet. Until now. "Hey, Peanut," he murmured after a second.

"Jay?"

"I guess she got tired of hiding from me," he said, grinning. "Either that or she really, really likes curly fries."

"Or some combination of the two."

"Or that," he said, readjusting to lean down to kiss the spot where he'd felt the little nudge.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ teacher assistant!jimin ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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teacher assistant!jimin always grades your paper first so it'll be last in the pile when he gives them out the next day. oh and let’s not forget the golden star he puts on your paper. it’s an inside joke…. kind of. from the corner of his eye, he would watch as you anxiously wait for him to call your name. alas, when he finally does; he dismisses everyone else. as everyone packs up and leaves, you happily skip to him and thank him for his notes on your draft. he smiles warmly and tells you, "you deserve it. you worked hard." you laugh. “just say my writing is your favourite.” jimin rolls his eyes but agrees. “yes, ___. your writing is my favourite.” then, just as you're about to flatter him, your best friend tugs you over and whines, "how many more A's are you gonna give ___? kinda offensive since she's more of a D cup—"

teacher assistant!jimin never really knows what your schedule is like. every day, you have something to do after his class. today, as you're rushing to leave, you take a moment to stop in front of his desk and open your bag. you take out a container filled with cookies. "i made these for you!" you begin. "i hope you're not allergic to nuts... they're white macadamia cookies. i think i saw you eating one before class the other day s-so i just thought—" he takes them. "thank you. they look good." you take a breath in and giggle. "g-good. i... uhm, i have to get going b-but yeah.. enjoy the cookies, jimin." when you leave, he smiles to himself and takes a cookie out of the baggie. he bites into it, and thinks to himself... this is the best cookie he has ever eaten.

teacher assistant!jimin saves the last few cookies for the evening. on his way home, he bumps into nam joon. "oh, you got cookies too?" nam joon beams, as he takes a baggie of cookies out of his hoodie pocket. nam joon gives jimin a toothy smile. "is it ta appreciation day or something? did ___ give you some too? she's cute, huh? i didn't know she was taking a class of yours." jimin feels his chest tighten. why did nam joon get cookies too? didn't you make these just for him? you mentioned knowing it was his favourite. white chocolate macadamia nut cookies are not nam joon's favourite. in all honesty, jimin isn't sure what is nam joon's favourite but it just can't be his favourite. because those fucking cookies aren't for him. oh. jimin is pissed. trying to keep it together, he answered nam joon; "she takes my 10AM." nam joon munches on his cookie. "that's cool. she's in my 12PM—ah, shit. is this white chocolate macadamia? isn't this your favourite? i'm more of an oatmeal chocolate chip kind of guy but this is sooo fucking good." jimin's lips curve into a half smile. so... the cookies must've really been for him—"i bet the others really like this cookie though. she has that jin guy as her professor professor and you know what all the girls here say about him—" nam joon swallows the rest of the cookie. "he likes girls with D cups."

teacher assistant!jimin would be the pettiest little shit to you the next time he sees you. he’d ignore you as you walked in and said good morning to him. then, every time you raised your hand, he’d pick someone who didn’t even have their hand raised. at all costs, he was avoiding eye contact with you. like what??? rude…. also, he gave you your paper FIRST. there wasn’t even any written feedback. no. gold. star. yet, you have to give him some credit. at least his bitter feelings towards you didn’t effect your—a D????? he gave you a D????? this is WRONG. this is unacceptable. as the class is dismissed, you gather your things to talk to him. jus as you approach him, he swings his bag over his bag and bumps into you. “oh shit, sorry—“ “i got a D.” “yeah… that sucks.” with a frown, you confront him. “you’ve never given me a D.” “it was nothing personal, ms. ___… your writing lacked. it wasn’t good. anyways, i gotta get going. i’ll see you next class. if you really want, take it up with prof. he takes re-submissions for one assignment per student.” as he moves past you, under your breath you huff; “nothing personal? bullshit.”

teacher assistant!jimin doesn’t know what to do when you yell his name in the middle of campus. at first, he wants to believe it’s all his head. so, he continues to walk away. but then… everyone starts to turn their heads and look at him… why? because of you. you’re storming to him with no thoughts—just a tired heart. “jimin!” you yell with the kind of tone that has everyone intimidated. finally, he stops. he turns around and stands still as you approach him. you huff, “did i do something?” he tilts his head at you. “what?” you roll your eyes at him, shoving your paper to his chest. “d stands for did i do something.” jimin takes your paper and shrugs. “ms. ___, like i said… take it up with prof. i’m clocked out—“ “bullshit.” “ms.___—“ “oh my god, jimin! you know my name. you have my number—which is a waste since i’m still waiting for you to text me—and you always look at me in class like you could—“ jimin grabs your wrists and drags you to a tree nearby. at least here, people would have to squint to watch what happens next. “let go—“ you shake his grip off of you. he glares at you in return. “if you have a problem with me, figure it out. drop out of the class, talk to the prof or—“ “we’re almost finished the sem, why the hell would i drop this class—“ jimin hates this. he feels like he could hate you. “i don’t have time to deal with you acting like a child—“ in disbelief, you poke his chest. “like a child? oh come on! i spend all my class time looking at you with heart eyes and my free time baking you cookies. my writing is your favourite. there’s no way it deserved a D. also, i’ve been waiting for like… EVER. waiting for your text—now, on a random wednesday morning—you think i’m a child? now? really? are you mad at me or something—“ he gulps. “yes.” your eyes widen. “yes?” jimin sighs, letting himself sound ridiculous, “yes. i’m mad at you. you do all that shit and have these cute conversations with me—and then do this whole cookie gesture… but it wasn’t for me.” “what are you talking about?” “you made cookies for all your ta’s.” you hold back your smile. “that’s it? you gave me a D because you were jealous? over cookies?” jimin hisses and just as he’s about to turn and walk away from you, you run up in front of him. “hey, hey, hey,” you giggle. “i didn’t lie. i made those cookies for you. the other girls i have class with made their own batch and gave them out to their ta’s. is this about nam joon? i only gave him cookies because there were the uglier ones and i wanted to suck up to him… he’s your friend. i want your friends to like me.” jimin raises a brow. “what about jin? isn’t he your favourite?” you shrug. “you’re my favourite.” jimin chuckles, not believing your truth. trying to convince him, you plead with your eyes. “and what’s this all about? like, what about him? he gave me the recipe. he told me your favourite cookie. said we’d be cute together so he wanted to help me out. god, are you actually this jealous? is it bad that i’m really into it?” jimin’s heart skips a beat. ”s-so… you have a crush on me or something?” you throw your head back, laughing at his cuteness. wrapping your arms around him, you tiptop and kiss his cheek. “depends. can you reconsider my D while i consider yours?”

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NCT 127 Reaction - You Ask For A Bite Of His Food

Thought this could be a bit crack lol

Ugh Yuta's really over here tryna kill me in 2 Baddies🥵🥵

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I know this is only HALF of 127, but I ran out of ideas, and I didn't want to delete my hard work

WARNING: Fluff, (O/H) = Oppa/Hyung

Taeil

You had just gotten home from a hard day at work, your stomach growling. You took your shoes off, set your bag on the floor and immediately headed for the kitchen to grab something to eat, only to see that your boyfriend had already made himself supper, thinking you wouldn't be home for at least another hour.

Taeil turned around at the sound of footsteps coming into the kitchen, finding you standing in the doorway.

"Ah, Jagi, you're home early, if I would've known, I would've made you something to eat aswell," Taeil said, feeling a bit guilty for not making you something to eat.

"It's okay, I can make myself something, but what you're having smells really good, can I have a bite to hold me over until my food is ready?" You asked, your stomach grumbling evem harder at the thought of food.

"Of course, you must be starving! Here, have a few bites," he replied.

Johnny

This man will tease the shit out of you if you even ask him for one bite of his food. You want some of his food, you're just gonna have to take some without asking, cause if you do ask, it might take awhile before he gives you some, because he won't stop fucking teasing you about you asking him!

"Babe, can I have some of your food please, I didn't forgot to bring a snack with me," you asked.

Johnny looked over to you, a shit-eating grin on his face, "Well, maybe you should've thought about that before we left."

You pouted as he kept teasing you, waving a bag of chips in front of your face, the smell making your mouth water. Eventually you got tired of it and just snatched the bag from his hands.

"You're right, I will bring food with me next time. Letting your (bf/gf) go hungry like that.. betch," you swore.

Johnny gasped, playfully slapping your shoulder, "Excuse me, rude!"

"Yeah, so is denying me food," you retorted.

Johnny made a look of consideration, "Touché."

Yuta

A bit like Johnny in a sense where he'll tease you about you wanting HIS food, except if you try to snatch any without asking, he'll just grab your wrists to stop you, then furthermore teasing you by blowing you a kiss and smirking.

Since you can't just take some from him, you have to give him a reason to give some of his food to you. Provoke him, make him jealous. That's not a hard thing to do, so it always works.

"Yu, please give me some of your food, I'm really hungry," you pouted.

"Hmm," he faked a thinking face, "nope!"

He sticks his tongue out at you before going back in for another bite of his food.

You rolled your eyes before giving a smirk, an idea popping into your head.

"Aw, well I guess I could just go ask Taeyong (o/h), I'm sure he-"

"You know what, I changed my mind, here, you can have the rest!" Yuta cut you off, shoving his bowl towards you.

You grinned happily. Making him jealous always works!

Taeyong

Taeyong is honestly such a sweetheart! When he sees your eyes light up at the sight of his food, he knows immediately what you're gonna ask. He always offers you some of his food if he sees you staring at it, most of the times you don't even get to ask him first because he's already scraping some of his food onto a separate dish for you.

The moment you walk into the kitchen and see Taeyong with a plate of food, your eyes sparkle at the sight, your mouth watering, having not eaten lunch at work, you were really fricken hungry.

"Baby.." you pouted.

Taeyong knew that tone anywhere and rose up from his seat to grab another plate. Pushing the empty plate against his full one, he scrapes half of his food onto the empty one.

"I'm guessing they didn't have anything good for lunch at work?" He placed the plate in front of you, you dug in immediately.

You scoffed, "You got that right!"

Doyoung

Takes him a minute to realize why you're looking at him with this weird look in your eyes. You can't just look at him with pleading eyes for his food, you actually have to ask 'cause he can't read your mind, like, he'll know you want something, but doesn't know what.

Once you finally ask him for a piece of his food, he'll give you just a bit to hold you over until you get your own food. Normally he'd cook you something, but if he already made himself food, he expects you to make yourself something.

"Hun, can I please have a bite of your food, you know, just to hold me over until my food is ready," you asked.

Doyoung looked up at you from where he was sitting. He passed you his plate and utensils so you could take a bite.

"I'll make you something to eat next time, okay?"

You nodded, happily.

Jaehyun

Jaehyun was having his lunch quietly as you were in the shower, you both had just gotten back from a trip and you were both so tired and hungry, and also a bit smelly, so Jaehyun took a shower first, ordering food once he got out and you headed to get in the shower right after.

You were still in the shower once the food was delivered, so Jaehyun just plated what he wanted and dug in, not waiting up for you, 'cause, let's face it, after a long day, no one is gonna wait up for anyone when they're hungry.

After you dried off and threw on your pajamas, you headed towards the kitchen immediately, the smell of food making your mouth water.

You plated what you wanted from the takeout and dug in.

"Hey, Jae, can I have a bite of that, I don't think I've ever had that before," you asked, pointing to the food on his plate.

"Yeah, sure, give me a sec," he replied.

He piled some of the food onto his utensil and raised it to your mouth, to which you gladly took a bite off of it.

Jaehyun took his arm back and proceeded to keep eating.

You hummed, "I like that, maybe I'll have some next time."

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How betrayed and hurt would jungkook be if he ever found out through his bf that a close friend of him and the guys came onto him very aggressively, as in actually trying to get him to leave jungkook. And how would he react? Could we maybe get a little fic based on that?

sfw. warnings for alcohol consumption, blood/wounds described, probable continuity errors, and bc i am bad at choosing names :[ iykyk whoops

2k words lol. this really is a 'little fic'

"you deserve better than him."

his words are like poison in your ears. even in your memories, you can't knock off the venomous edge of his voice seared into your head.

you should tell him. it's a moral obligation. you really, really should tell him.

but jungkook is so, so sweet and so, so kind. in some manners, he's naïve to the ways of love, averse to the concept of hook-up culture and the pressures of transactional sex. he needed physical intimacy in an ascending staircase: touches, hugs, kisses, then the bed. it was comfortable for him – it felt natural, a gentle progression.

it'd break him to know that his own friend, someone he graduated high school with, was trying to take you away from him for something so small as the refusal to let you see him bare.

you like to think of yourself as a non-confrontational person, but it's getting particularly hard when someone's making fun of your boy. he knows it's bad – that it's wrong. he only says anything when hoseok, taehyung, and yoongi aren't in hearing range.

you sit at the dining table, twisted halfway in a chair to chat with hoseok by the sink and yoongi struggling with brownies. taehyung is eating the chocolate chips straight out of the bag, much to yoongi's exasperation.

taking a seat next to you, hongjin places a hand over yours, itself grasping a short glass. a small puddle of golden whiskey remains at the bottom. your gaze flickers down, sharp and guarded.

he smiles, eyes glimmering. "you drink well. you should come out clubbing with us more often."

"thanks, but it's not really my scene," you reply, shifting your hand on top of your glass when he moves the bottle of whiskey closer and moves to pour some. "i'm good."

he sits back, popping the cork back into the bottle. he crosses his arms, smiling at you unsettlingly. you shift your overshirt tighter over your chest, as if you could defend yourself with it in some way. it's a little too warm with it, even with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, but you're not taking it off. not now.

"taehyung! stop eating the chips! i need them right now and i swear, if there aren't enough left, i'm going to gut you like a fish."

"why do you even need them?" he pouts. "brownies are already all chocolate, you don't need more!"

hoseok snorts. "they're not even that tasty by themselves, taehyung. i have better chocolates in the pantry if you want them."

taehyung clutches the small white bag to his chest. "no. i like these ones."

"you're such a toddler, taehyung, just give me the bag!"

taking the opportunity of their commotion, hongjin leans closer and nudges your knuckles with his fingers, playful. he's tall, handsome, a nice-enough guy, but he can be a bit presumptuous at times – like his opinion is the only right one. there was a reason there was a group chat without him in it.

"so, you're not really planning on staying with little jungkook, are you? you're just his second boyfriend – ever. he's twenty-three and still cries easily. you're not worried that he's a bit, i don't know... immature?"

"no...?" you say slowly. "he can take care of himself, and he's a fast learner. he has an emotional insightfulness that i didn't have at that age. i don't see how such sensitivity is immature – if anything, i'd call it maturity."

he chuckles, shrugging. "yeah, okay. mature, but too shy to let you fuck him? it's, what – five, six months now? c'mon."

"five," you supply, voice flat. "what does it matter to you?"

he notices your grip on the glass, tendons tense and bulging against your skin. briefly, he lifts his hands in surrender. "relax, i'm just teasing. you don't think it's weird that he needs to be cosseted like that, though? that he's taking it – you – so slow that he can barely hold your hand in front of us without getting embarrassed?"

"i'm not cosseting him, nor do i care that his values are different from yours. you're—" you chuckle, gesturing discreetly "—you're doing the thing again, hongjin. the thing that makes people not like you."

he laughs and rolls his eyes, taking it more of a joke than you hoped. he has a dimple in his left cheek, and god, if he could just stop doing that single thing, he'd be so much more likeable.

"that really doesn't bother you? wow. you're, like, a paragon of patience. i could never. hey, listen," he leans in, "what do you do, then? when you wanna, but you can't because of him?"

"then i find that gratification elsewhere," you say with a hint of incredulity. what does he expect? "i'm very happy to wait until jungkook wants to, if at all. alright, i'm not for censoring sexuality, but can we talk about something else?"

"if at all? shit, man. you sure you don't mind? i could talk to him, if you like. maybe all he needs is a little push in the right direction. or, maybe you'd wanna set aside your baggage, go out and window-shop...?"

he smiles, coy. your grip tightens around the glass until it hurts.

lowly, you ask, "are you suggesting i break up with jungkook in order to find someone else to satisfy my need for sexual intimacy?"

he laughs. "oh, the way you talk – you sound like a doctor, or something. i like it." he shrugs, humming. "boiled down to its simplest form: yeah, i am. he's not good enough for you. surely a handsome guy like yourself won't have much trouble finding someone willing to go the extra mile, yeah?" he shifts back in his seat and spreads his hands, and you know for a fact that it's an invitation, a suggestion. you've seen that smile before, confident and assured.

he winks.

the glass in your hand shatters with a sharp crack and the tinkle of its shards hitting the table, rolling onto the floor, is melodic. a harp, perhaps, and a triangle.

in an instant, hoseok and taehyung are at your sides, frantically asking you what happened and inspecting your bleeding palm. yoongi rushes for clean cloths from the bathroom, returning just as you pick out a large shard of glass and whip out a tissue from the box on the dinner table. you place the bloodied piece on it, apologising to hoseok as sincerely as you can while trying not to lunge at the wide-eyed motherfucker across from you.

"i just set it down too hard, i think, i'm so sorry," you say as hoseok grabs a couple of tissues and brushes the tiny shattered pieces from your clothes. "ah, shit, got glass fucking everywhere..."

if he notices your unusual use of expletives, he doesn't mention it, telling you instead not to worry – it's just a cup, it's like seventy cents, at least we're all wearing slides.

you angle your gaze towards hongjin, and you take a sick satisfaction in the way he flinches from your eyes.

taehyung, the poor thing, is chanting hospital, hospital under his breath. as yoongi cups your hand in cloth to stop you bleeding all over the place, he takes you to the bathroom to wash the wound out.

plural, you realise. wounds.

"jesus, how tight were you holding that thing?" yoongi asks, staring at the separated edges of a large slash across your palm. the other ones are smaller, and you're surprised about how much it doesn't hurt. adrenaline does wonders for the human body.

"i think taehyung was right," you say mildly. "that one looks like it needs stitches."

"hold these to it and don't show him or he'll faint," yoongi orders, "and get into my car. i'll call jungkook."

—

with the speed jungkook gets to your home, it's as if he flew. he finds you seated neatly on the edge of the bed, flipping through a book with one hand.

"hyung!" he flies over, and you have just enough time to stand up before he's crashing into your chest. "when yoongi-hyung c-called me to say he was at the hospital because of you, i almost had a heart attack! are you okay? does it hurt? why are you here? what happened? are you going to die—?"

"calm – calm down, baby, please," you try, huffing a short laugh as he strokes your hair and guides you back down onto the bed. he cups your face, searching you for injuries the nurses might have missed.

"calm down," he squawks, "calm down? you were in a hospital! explain – right now!"

"you want the truth, or the truth i told the others?"

his grasp lessens slightly, his huge glossy eyes staring up at you with unshed tears. his chest heaves from his sprint down the block to the entrance. "th-there's a difference...?"

with your good hand, not wrapped in gauze, you stroke his wrist, leaning into his touch. you sigh. "you know how hongjin is, right?"

he shrugs. "well, yeah – bit of a bastard, like the rest of us."

"i'm afraid he's a different kind of bastard from the rest of you," you admit. "here – let me take your bag. how was class?"

"don't ask me how class was when you've only got one working hand," he snaps, wresting his backpack from you and dumping it in the corner. he drops back to the bed, collecting your hand in his and pressing it against his cheek. he pulls himself into you, legs tangled with yours.

you can feel his heartbeat through his back, quick and anxious like a rabbit. "i'm sorry, bunny," you say, the nickname rolling easily off of your tongue. he doesn't seem to mind it, and you continue. "you know how much i love you, hm? how you're my beautiful, perfect boy, and how i wouldn't change a thing about you for the world?"

he glances away briefly, heat rising to his cheeks for a soft pink glow. "yeah, hyung, you never shut up about it..."

"just making sure you know i have a crush on you," you tease gently, and he scoffs, burying his face in your shoulder. out of your sight, a big smile adorns his lips.

"sure, if i was dory or that guy from memento," he mumbles. "just tell me, please. why is your hand wrapped up in gauze?"

you pause. exhale.

he deserves the truth. the whole of it.

you cup the nape of his neck, playing with the soft hairs there, and he presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. he waits, patiently, for you.

"alright. hongjin seems to be under the impression that all romances require sex as a major component," you whisper. "he thinks that we aren't doing enough together, as a couple."

he clicks his tongue. "he thinks that because he's constantly searching for vulnerability he can control. why's he so concerned over us?"

here comes the hammer of dawn. "er... he wants us to break up... so he can sleep with," you wince, "me."

jungkook goes absolutely fucking still.

after several seconds, you pull away slightly, opening your eyes, but jungkook doesn't shift an inch. you're not even sure he's breathing.

"baby...? bunny, talk to me."

he sucks in a steady breath. "did you hurt your hand by hitting him, hyung?"

"no – no, i squeezed a glass i was holding too tightly and it cut me when it broke. i couldn't hurt your friend."

in one smooth motion, jungkook stands up. it's almost mechanical.

your gaze flicks down to his hands, clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. they loosen and tighten, and you get the distinct stone-drop feeling he's flexing his fingers to ready them. you fold a hand tightly around his wrist and give him a warning look.

"jungkook... whatever you're thinking, step me through it."

"you might not hurt a friend," he begins, voice uncannily smooth, "but that's why they say opposites attract."

#asks #jungkook x male reader #seven days a week

[hadeslegacyhephgirl]

Thief!Nico and Premed!Will

Decided 2 change doctor 2 uni student at the last minute, it fits better

This is literally shit help me comment prompts pls

~*~

Nico was a thief. 

And a good one too, from the years of pratice. 

Untill one day he was caught, sort of, and his world turned upside down and sideways. 

His target for the night was a two-story country house. He waited in the bushes until all the lights were off, waited another hour, then snuck into an open window into a kitchen.   He crouch-crept around the counter, silent as a ghost, then froze as he rounded it. 

There was a boy there, about his age, leaning over the sink, peering out of the window, blonde curls flipping slightly in the breeze. 

Nico waited, breathing quietly. 

The boy straited, turned around and stared directly at Nico. 

Celeste blue eyes found black ones and Nico nearly stopped breathing, expecting all hell to break loose. 

But somehow, it didn't. 

The boy grunted and beckoned. 

"You want a coffee?" 

Nico crinkled his nose. 

What in the actual fuck. 

The boy sighed and ran a hand down his face. 

"Well, don't just sit there, c'mon up. I ain't gonna kill you, Sunshine."  Nico bristled and stood up slowly  "I'm not that easy to kill, weirdo." 

The boy smiled, pearly white teeth flashing in the dark kitchen.  "He speaks! Thank gods. I thought you were gonna run away or stab me or something. You wan' a coffee?"  Nico crinkled his nose. 

"I literally just broke into your house and now your offering me coffee? The fuck is wrong with you?" 

"Eh, I don't think I could stop you from robbing us blind, but at least you could steal something other that’s worth it. Like coffee... and food. You look like you haven't eaten in weeks, which, dude, not healthy."  "Oh really. You a doctor or something?"  "Gonna be. Pre-med in University of Olympus. You ever go to college?"  "No. Couldn't afford it- why the hell am I telling you this?"  The boy grinned.  "I'm just the kind of person you can't help but spill your guts too. Will. Will Solace. And you are?"  Will held out a hand.  Nico looked at it.  Will laughed, throwing his head back. It was surprisingly musical. 

"It isn't poisonous, Sunshine."  Nico shook it.  "Nico."  "Cool. You Italian?"  "...yeah?"  "You wanna coffee. In fact... yes, you do, because your eyebags are fucking enormous and I don’t think your gonna last much longer. A flat white okay for ya?"  Nico blinked.   What the fuck. 

Who did this guy think he was. 

Will was already moving to the coffee machine and starting it up.  "Aren’t you scared of someone waking up?"  "Nah. It's, what, three in the morning? My family sleep pretty heavy. Moms gotta get up at four anyway to get ready for work, Kayla tends to wake up with Mom anyway and Austin, well, let's just say you can't wake Austin up before seven anyway."  The machine squeaked and started pouring out shots into the mugs Will had positioned under the spout. As it did that, Will rummaged in fridge and produced milk, then grabbed a tin of sugar from the cupboard. 

Soon there was two mugs of flat white coffee and a plate of cookies sitting on the bench. 

"'lright, dig in, c'mon. It's an insult if you refuse to eat my mom's choc-chip cookies."  Nico grabbed the coffee. He hadn't it for ages, and the sweet flavour hit his tounge in an explosion. He quickly drained it, then grabbed a cookie and bit into it. 

Will leaned on the bench, munching his own cookie. 

The stairs creaked, and Nico jumped. 

Will laughed and peered up the staircase.  "Morning Kayla. We got a visitor"  A female voice, rough from sleep, came back  "Another one? Seriously Will? When are you gonna learn it's gonna get you killed?"  "Oh, please, Percy wasn't dangerous, or Piper, for that matter. And where are they now?"  "At Olympus Uni, I know, I know. So who’s it this time?"  Kayla emerged, looked at Nico, then back at Will, then grunted. 

"'Course you didn't make any coffee for me." 

She walked to the coffee machine and set it running with another mug, then turned back to Nico, who was processing this new information. Finally, he blurted out 

"You knew Percy?"  Will laughed again, and Nico's heart did this weird jump-flip thing.  

"Yup. This ain't my first rodeo, Sunshine." 

"Oh" 

"So you wanna go out somewhere?"  "like friends or like a date?"  Kayla snorted  Will lit her lightly  "What do you want it to be?" 

Nico blinked. 

"um. I don't know."  ~*~ 

And that’s how a theif and pre-med student met  ~*~ 

Shitty ending, I know, but I couldn't keep it going. 'm tiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrred and I wanted 2 get it finished 

Ur welcome 

someone give me prompts

#solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #meet cute #their so cutttteee #thief!Nico #Premed!Will #uni student #will solace #pjo #nico di angelo #mortal au #fanfiction #college

[tobiasdrake]

Going deeper into the House of Change can wait. There are more important matters to attend to: Break time!

I don't like different. Different usually means a rock smushes my face into substandard beef chili. The kind that makes everyone at the cookoff give you this quiet look of disapproval until you pack up your things and pretend you're just there to eat.

But if y'all are sure nothing is going to explode and kill me, then....

You know what, you're right. We just fought a boss. Now's a good time to stop and eat. (And maybe I'll catch one of you ripping bread.)

Valuable lessons being taught here. We are all competent adults who are more than qualified to be responsible for a grade schooler.

...which sounds sarcastic but honestly this group is fine. Out of all the parties I've adventured with, this might be the party most suited to taking care of and providing adequate role models for a growing child. We can be a little silly at times but everyone here has their shit together pretty well.

It's almost like we're at the Final Dungeon and everyone's undergone their full stretch of character development already.

@_@ Madame Odile, I did not take you for the kind of person who is... uh... who is interested in... in, uh....

...

Fun. Like. I genuinely thought you were violently disinterested in merriment of any kind. What is--

Ohhh, okay, now that makes a bit more sense.

...wait. Shit. Nobody tell Bonnie but this might mean their sister is screwed.

WHO TOLD BONNIE

Good job, Isa. You lie to that child like your life DEPENDS on it. So help me, if Bonnie starts crying, I will slit my own goddamn throat right here and now in the middle of snack time. And then I will go back in time and punch Odile in the fucking face before she flips her stupid coin.

I am deathly serious! Nobody will have any idea why that just happened. Everyone will think I flipped out for no reason and I will have to lie like I've never lied before.

But in the commotion, Bonnie's childish idealism will be spared.

Crisis averted. Snack time may now commence in earnest.

You know, I've never had plantain chips before. But I've been curious about them ever since I started eating dried fruit. I should give them a try some time.

I mean. I come from an eventful but delicious home, where the food is amazing every night but also we have a lot of family emergencies and crises and insecurities to worry about. I would kill to reach a point of boring-but-delicious stability.

Don't knock it, Bonnie. I know you're still young and the idea of a tumultuous future sounds exciting, but as you get older, you reach a point where you just want a warm hearth, a nice roof over your head, and a soothing plate of orange-flavored cinnamon rolls.

Tolkien was right. Boring but delicious is the domestic ideal.

Bonnie, I appreciate that you care so much about being multicultural that you'll eagerly prepare food you can't even pronounce. That attitude will take you far in life.

Also, Odile deserves this after that stunt she just pulled.

Well. I, for one, salute our Sovereign of Snack Time. Regent of Recipes. Monarch of Meals!

Truly, we all know who the real MVP of this team is.

(It's me, but I'll let Bonnie have this moment. *nods sagely*)

#in stars and time #drake plays in stars and time

[starryeyedjanai]

Be still, my foolish heart part 5

@steddie-week day 5

together: 1144 words, kas!eddie so blood cw

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

When Eddie feels human again, feels like he’s not dying of starvation, the reality of the situation sets in.

He’s been denying himself this, denying himself everything, because he wants Steve so much he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He let himself become a shell of a person, less human than even drinking blood makes him, because he’s so deeply obsessed with Steve that he couldn't fathom, still can't fathom really, drinking blood from anyone else. He knows it’s not sustainable. He knows it’s stupid. He knows.

But in his head, when he was getting worse and worse, weaker and weaker, he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't go out and find a deer, he couldn't even accept the squirrel Dustin brought him (and seriously, how the hell did Dustin even catch a squirrel?) because he felt like a fucking failure. He drove Steve away, with his wanting. He drove him away and he didn't think he could ask one of his friends to be put in that situation too. He’d drive them all away.

But Steve is here now.

Steve came back.

So there must be some hope.

“Thanks. For this,” Eddie whispers after making Steve lay down, because he thinks he took a lot of blood and Steve looked a little woozy.

There's a flush high on Steve's cheeks and he looks so fucking good laying in Eddie’s bed. He shakes himself out of that thought because that’s what got him in this mess in the first place.

“Can I get you water? Or something to eat?” he asks, desperate to help Steve feel better.

“Water would be good,” Steve says, his fingers stroking over the bite marks on his wrist. “And, and maybe something to eat.”

Eddie nods and rushes to the kitchen to find something.

He thinks that maybe they can salvage this, maybe he can make things better and they can be friends again. Maybe Steve will let him drink from him if he doesn't make things weird between them again.

He pours Steve a glass of water and grabs a couple granola bars and a bag of chips from the cabinet for him.

Back inside his room, Steve is sitting up against the headboard of his bed, looking a little worn out.

Fuck, Eddie’s missed him.

“Here you go,” he says, handing him the handful of snacks and the glass of water. “You can stay for as long as you need.” He bites his lip, suddenly afraid that Steve’s going to bolt as soon as he can.

“Thanks,” Steve says, a small smile on his lips.

Eddie watches as he drinks the glass of water down and opens up a granola bar.

He doesn't know if he should say something else, if he should explain that yes, he wants Steve in ways that he can't have, but that doesn't mean they can't be friends. It doesn't mean that he’s going to ask for more than Steve can give him. He can be content with just this, just drinking his blood and taking care of him after, if that’s something Steve wants.

He’s saved from blurting all that out by Steve asking, “Why did you let things get that bad?” He has a contemplative look on his face, but he doesn't look like he’s judging Eddie, which helps Eddie find the words he wants to say.

“I just. Things got so messed up between us after, after I first drank from you. I couldn't stomach going back to animal blood after tasting human blood and I didn't want to have anyone else avoiding me.”

Steve sputters around his granola bar. “You were avoiding me,” he says indignantly.

Eddie’s hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck. He says defensively, “Yeah, because you looked like being in the same room as me was physically painful for you. So I wanted to give you space. And then you stopped showing up altogether which made me feel even worse about this whole situation.”

Steve sets the wrapper of the granola bar down on Eddie’s nightstand. “I was feeling awkward, which I think was obvious. And it seemed like you didn't want me near you, which made it more awkward for me. That's why I stopped showing up.”

Eddie crosses the room and sits down on the bed, a healthy distance between them still. “So we’ve been avoiding each other, thinking we both don't want to be around each other?” he asks, something close to hope blooming in his chest.

“I don't not want to be around you,” Steve says, and then furrows his eyebrows. “I don't know if that double negative worked there. I, I want to be around you still.” He breathes out a shaky breath, like he was afraid of the words leaving his lips.

The hope in Eddie’s chest burns bright for the first time in weeks. “I want to be around you too. I didn't realize it wasn't obvious. Your blood is like, maybe the best thing I’ve ever tasted. And I don't want to burden you with, or bully you into, being my personal meal. So I kind of freaked out about, you know, many things and it spiraled. To answer your question.”

Steve nods, drawing his knees up to his chest. “I don't think you could bully me even if you tried,” he says, a tentative smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, super jock, you could beat me to a pulp without even trying, I get it,” he jokes, looking over at Steve where he’s opening up a second granola bar. “I’m sorry I let things get so bad. I’ll drink animal blood again if you don't want me to drink from you. I was just being stubborn and then it was a matter of my pride when Dustin brought me food. I won't let it get like that again.”

Steve nods. “You really scared him. And me. I don't want you to have to drink from animals if it’s, like, gross for you. You can drink from me. We’ll figure it out together,” he says before drinking the rest of the water in his cup.

“Okay,” Eddie whispers back.

He’s feeling better, from eating for the first time in week, but also because of this- sitting here with Steve, watching over him as the flush on his cheeks settles down and as he regains his strength.

He thinks they’ll be okay.

They're in this together, it seems. They’ll figure it out together, even if they want different things. Even if Steve is only doing this because he’s a good friend. Even if Steve is only doing this so that Eddie will stay alive, because Eddie’s apparently dramatic enough to let himself waste away if he can't have Steve's blood.

So they’ll figure it out, together.

part 6

#steddieweek2023 #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #janai.doc #blood cw #they finally talk it out but there is still so much they aren't saying #sighs- when will they ever learn

[smutgalour]

TAKIS

ralph x black plus size reader

so you were chilling in the living room eating takis (idk if you guys lick the powder off before eating it but i do so that's how we gonna do it) so here you are licking the red takis and don't realize raphael is looking at you. so you relaxing watching your fav show and you see from the corner of your eye raph looking at you mad deep "what happened bby" "nothing i am just looking at the way your licking that chip" "it's not that deep i just like these chips" "i am just saying the way you licking it looks really good". "oh why thank you" say with a sluty tone. you look at him up and down and crawl towards him on the couch and get on top of him you start to grind on him he does a low ass churr which turned you on all the way and you grind down a little harder that's when he stops your hips "i wanna be inside of that pussy now" you get up off him and pull your pj's down black panties matching with your brown skin you go down on your knee and pull his pants down as you pull them all the way down his dick springs up almost hitting you he chuckles (like that shit was funny almost lost an eye) you grab it and lick the underside his laughing comes to a halt as you start sucking his dick you can't go all the way down so the rest that doesn't fit you use your hands your work you mouth on his dick sucking him good asf he is moaning kinda loud he almost forgot how much he wanted to fuck you right as he was about to cum he pushes you off "i wanna cum in you" you pull you panties off and get on his lap he grabs your boobs and squeeze them together you put in him slowly while raph is sucking you nipples you moan having a little trouble taking him but after you got half way you moan so loud he grads your hips and pushes you down more you see a little bulge coming out of your stomach making both you moan out loud he starts bringing you up and pushed you all the way down the bulge getting bigger and turning you both on more he continues to use your body like a rag down then brings his hand down to your clit and run slow then moving faster as your head is spinning you see black the you squirt all over him and that pushes raph over the edge and he cums in your living a slight bump. he pulls you off of him and rest you on the couch with his cum spilling out you are worn out you passed out for a little once you wake up he has you cleaned up and laying on his bed he comes back in the room "you ok did i go to hard" "a little but that shit felt good" he chuckles "i bet it did".

#raphael tmnt black reader smut #raphael tmnt smut #smutgalour #tmnt smut #raph x reader

[kenni33]

Kismet incorrect quotes

Boom: Trickee's refusing to wear their glasses!

Trickee: Boom, look, I wore the glasses for a day. My eyes are much better now. Watch.

Trickee: *points to Branch* Branch.

Trickee: *points to hype*hype

Trickee: *points to ablaze* Sasquatch.

——————

Branch: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Boom: Several traffic violations.

Ablaze: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Trickee: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Hype: Also, that’s not our car.

——————

Boom: What’s something you guys are better than branch at?

Hype: Mario Kart.

Trickee: Yeah, video games.

Ablaze : Emotional vulnerability.

——————

Trickee: So oxygen went on a date with potassium, it went... OK.

Ablaze : I thought oxygen was dating magnesium, OMG.

Trickee: Actually oxygen first asked nitrogen out, but nitrogen was all like NO.

Boom: I thought oxygen had that double bond with the hydrogen twins.

Hype: Looks like someone's a HO.

Ablaze : NaBrO.

Branch: I'm done with all of you!

——————

Ablaze : What do you do when someone offers you drugs?

Hype: Take them!

Trickee: Punch them in the neck!

Branch: Say thank you!

Boom: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance!

Ablaze : …

Ablaze : No.

——————

Trickee: How would you like your pancakes?

Hype: Plain.

Ablaze : With sprinkles!

Boom: Chocolate chips.

Branch: Potatoes.

*Hype, Ablaze , and Boom look at Branch*

Branch: What? They're good.

——————

Trickee: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Hype: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Boom: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Ablaze: I joined you in the dumb stuff.

Branch: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

——————

Hype: What scares you guys the most?

Trickee: Werewolves!

Boom: Sharks.

Branch: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.

Ablaze :

Ablaze : Branch.

——————

Boom: Does everyone know their job for today?

Ablaze : Water the flowers.

Hype: Vacuum the carpet.

Trickee: Wash the dishes.

Branch: Pretend to be a wolverine.

Boom: Close enough.

——————

Branch: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell.

Trickee, Hype, Ablaze , and Boom: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

——————

Boom: Are oranges named orange because oranges are orange or is orange called orange because oranges are orange?

Branch: Which came first, the orange or the orange?

Ablaze : Orange was first used to refer the fruit 1280 years ago but was not used as a color until 1000 years ago.

Trickee: What was the color called before then?

Hype: There was no color, duh! Everything was black and white!

——————

Trickee: I truly hate it here <3

Boom: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is it?

Ablaze : Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is women?

Hype: Now replace “funny” with “women”. Not so women now, is funny?

Branch: I’m having a fucking stroke.

Ablaze : Now replace “stroke” with “baby”. Congratulations!

——————

Boom: What does “take out” mean?

Hype: Food.

Branch: Dating.

Ablaze : Murder.

Trickee: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

——————

Hype: Trickee, I know you snuck out to see ablaze last night.

Trickee: If you tell Branch or Boom, I swear I’ll murder you, and they’ll never find the body.

Hype : Five bucks?

Trickee: Fine.

——————

Boom: Hey, how did my phone break?

Trickee: You were drunk yesterday.

Boom: And?

Hype: You threw it.

Boom: Why?

Branch: You turned on airplane mode and kept screaming “FLY DAMN YOU!”

Boom: And why didn’t you stop me?!

Ablaze : We were busy laughing our asses off.

——————

Branch: *visiting kismet* Hello, I just came to-

Branch: *sees Trickee shoving Boom into the washing machine while Hype records and Ablaze watches*

Branch: *retreating* Something suddenly came up.

——————

Trickee: Plants have feelings too?! What is this? Now I can't have food!

Ablaze : You can eat a rock.

Hype: Air.

Boom: The fabric of time and space.

Branch: Chugging a bottle of bleach can solve all your problems.

Trickee: You guys are not helpful.

——————

Ablaze : What state do you live in?

Branch: Constant anxiety.

Boom: Denial.

Trickee: Perfection.

Hype: NEW YORK!

——————

Ablaze : Trickee is late again.

Boom: How did this happen? I called them at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Hype: I printed up a fake schedule for them saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Branch: I set their clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Ablaze : Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

*Trickee bursts through the door*

Trickee: WHAT TIME IS IT?

——————

Branch: You’re a loose cannon, Ablaze .

Ablaze : No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Trickee: I think you play by your own rules.

Boom: No way, they think rules were made to be broken.

Branch: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Ablaze : No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Hype is a loose cannon.

Hype: *smashes a chair* Aah! You shut your trap, Ablaze !

Boom: I’d say Hype’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing.

Trickee: Now I’m just confused. Is Ablaze a loose cannon or not?

Branch: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this.

Ablaze : *groans*

Hype: Aw, man.

——————

Branch: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Boom: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Hype: Drunk.

Ablaze : Wasted.

Trickee: Dead.

——————

*The gang's thoughts on stabbing*

Hype: Would never stab anyone.

Trickee: Would stab someone in retaliation.

Boom: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.

Ablaze:Would stab without warning.

Branch: Would stab as a warning.

——————

That’s all of them 👍

#ablaze #branch #kismet #trolls #ablaze and trickee are so married #kismettrolls #trolls kismet #kismet trolls #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes kismet edition #made this while watching Friday night dinner and downing a milkshake #I spilt the milkshake tho #sad moments

[goldendunite]

Location: The Execution Tower

....

... Dunite?

..... Odette?! Wh- what are you-

No, shh, I am just here to talk to you....

..... you shouldn't. You're gonna get in trouble.

If Hexe was so adamant to keep me away, she would have made certain of it. Here.... I brought you cake.

..

..

..

.... it's delicious.

It would certainly be more delicious if you made it.. you never did quite lose your baking abilities.

..... I can't eat anymore, 'm sorry... I feel like I'm gonna fucking puke....

Did... did I add too much sugar by mistake?

No, not that... you could actually do with more I think. But no, just.... everything.

..... you're scared.

'Dette, you'd be terrified too if you were about to get fucking executed and kicked into the void forever. Icia spent 5 years there, she tells me. She says it feels like nothing but falling. I don't wanna be falling!!

.... Dunite....

No, don't fucking "Dunite" me, there's NOTHING you can do for me! I'm going to die! I'm going to get beheaded or stabbed or SOMETHING! IM GONNA BE IN THE VOID, ALL ALONE, 'N I WONT HAVE YOU OR AOKI OR ICIA OR SAMMY OR AOKI-

.....

.... I said him twice, didn't I..? *sob* ... why.... whywhywhywhywhy did the cosmos align in such a way....

Dunite, come here...

... 'm sorry. Y'didnt deserve that.

.. well, you don't deserve to be in this situation either... so let's declare it even, hm?

........

.... you miss him. Or both of them.?

.... well yeah, I miss both.... but. He's just...... I miss him in a different way.

..... in a love way?

..... I don't know?! I think?! He's so cute and his smile and he's so sweet and cute and....

.... and I dunno if I'll ever get to see it again. He's an AI, didja know....?

... you fell for an AI?

I DONT KNOW, I THINK SO?! I mean- I fucking HATE AI and you KNOW this! But... he's so nice and acts so human and....

... am I gonna get my heart broken?

..... I.... I do not have an answer, Dunite.

....

....

.... do you know when they're doing it?

.... 8 PM. Tomorrow.

So it gets to be dark outside.... maybe there'll be stars?

No. She is making it bright and sunny.

Oh of fucking COURSE she is. Bet this day is a great JOY to EVERYONE in the kingdom. Flynn's right, no one wants me here... 'xcept you and Sammy.

.....

.... I really wish I went with Icia. Stupid, stupid Dunite....

Hey, please stop hitting yourself- It does you no good.!

What else can I do..? I'm going to die. I can't beat myself up over my stupidity one more time?

Absolutely not.

.......

....

.... when i.... I die, guard all my stuffed animals. Especially the Deedees.

With my life.

.... do you think she'll let me hold the first Deedee? Or the bunny Aoki gave me?

I have high doubts.

Shit...... okay....

..... but...

Wh- how did you get into my room for this?!

.. well apparently the enchanted music book you gifted me once had a spell for phasing through walls, by adjusting my own body's frequency... much less complex than first glance, given.. well... me. Is this the right bunny?

... y-yeah.... 's the bunny Aoki gave me. Hehe.... it still smells like him.

He smells like rain...?

Mhm.

My dear Dunite, you truly do love him... it's a beautiful thing to truly love like that. Even if it is forbidden.

.....

.... do you... do you think they'll be there? Icia and Aoki? She'll make them be there? Because of... them having visited?

......... she may.

.... if that happens, try and make sure they don't see. I... I don't want 'em to watch me die.

I will do my best, Dunite. It's all going to be okay.

..... yeah. It'll be okay. I just wish he was here.

Did he see Flynn hit you?

I hope not.... it broke my wood. I... I think he was weakening me for the execution.

I can see it.... the peridot's chipping out.

Mhm..... I'm sleepy. What... what time did you say again?

8 PM.

.... 'Kay. Thanks Odette....

.....

.... I'll miss you when I'm gone.

.... I-.... I'll miss you too, Dunite. Both Sammy and I will very, very much.

8 PM EST, tomorrow.

We shall await your arrival.

#glitteringspells #modstar

[foxymoxynoona]

Tell Me What Changed (Pt. 1)

Banner and lines by the talented @awrkive

Summary: Alex and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood --actual best friends. She is NOT in love with him, for real, and wishes people would stop assuming that. Why does no one question if he's in love with her? Huh? But it might have to do with his successful fuckboy status, while Alex is very much... not that. Which is fine and doesn't matter! Until Jimin's impending wedding leaves her eager for a date and willing to put herself out there, and Jungkook can't believe what happens next.

Fuckboy Best Friend JK x OC

CW and tags: fuckboy behavior, jealousy, pining, heartbreak, angst, language, sex, sexy photos, alcohol, f2l, who knows what else

Ch. 1 word count 18,561

Read on AO3 here or below

MASTERLIST | NEXT

Alex flopped onto the sofa next to Rebekah, a plate in each hand and the bag of chips held between her teeth. Rebekah laughed at her and took the chips seconds before they fell, demanding,

“Why did you carry them like that? You weirdo.”

“I’d already picked up the sandwiches, obviously.”

“Obviously. Where are the pickles?”

“Babe, you think I’d leave the pickles off? They’re on the sandwich!”

“Yeah but we want more than that, don’t we? No, you sit, I’ll get them, I know where they are.”

“You just want me for my pickles,” Alex sighed as Rebekah disappeared around the corner to the kitchen and returned a moment later with several jars and a fork. Pickles were about the only gourmet food Alex kept stocked because she loved them and also because you could just buy a jar of them for not very much money. Even gourmet ones weren’t that expensive. It wasn’t like she made the pickles herself. Actually she was a very good cook, but lazy, and not very interested in cooking just for herself, so maybe she’d cook something if Jungkook was home but he’d been “busy” lately.

Speak of the devil, Jungkook stumbled out of his bedroom as if her mere thoughts had unfortunately summoned him. He never exited the bedroom quietly; he groaned and snorted like he had the world’s biggest loogie to hock. His feet were like sandpaper shuffling across the hardwood floor in his low-hanging sweatpants as he scratched his stomach and dug the sleep out of his eye. If he found anything, it was tossed to the floor.

“Gross, put your eye boogers in the trash,” Alex complained. “Rebekah doesn’t want to see that.”

The transformation was instant. Jungkook cleared his throat and straightened. A second ago his eyes were barely opened like a fresh kitten but now he blinked and smiled and ran his hand through his hair, ruffling the recently trimmed locks. 

He turned and gave Rebekah his most charming crooked smile and waved and said with a low, gravely voice, “Morning, Rebekah.”

“Afternoon, Jungkook.”

Alex rolled her eyes –both at the Jungkook’s performance for her friend and at Rebeka’s willing participation in it– and decided to burst that bubble, “Hey fucker, your hookup the other night left a dog-sized wad of hair in the shower.”

“Bullshit– Sorry, Rebekah. But that’s your damn hair, Alex.”

“Yeah, my blonde curly hair?”

“Well–”

“Yeah and I saw it was still there this morning so go see for yourself.”

“You left it?”

“Uh, not my job to clean up after your fucks? But I think this one’s diseased, that’s a lot of hair she left behind.”

It worked; Jungkook was annoyed about the teasing before he’d had anything to eat and sighed,

“Fine, whatever, I’ll clean it out. I’m so sorry to subject you to the body horrors of your own species.”

“Wha!” Alex cried. “And what are you, if not human?”

“You aren’t going to comment about me calling you a female?”

“How the fuck do you get laid so much if you refer to women as ‘females’? That’s like a primary red flag.”

He came close and flicked her ear, teasing, “I don’t refer to women as ‘females,’ only you, slug bug.”

“Don’t call me slug bug,” she complained, slapping at him, trying to hit him in the dick. He knew and laughed as he easily evaded it. 

“Sorry for being crude around you, Rebekah,” he beamed at her, all charm again. “Alex brings out the gremlin in us all….”

“Fuck off…”

Rebekah just waved her hand, “Don’t worry about it…” She looked, of course, dazzled by Jungkook’s smile aimed in her direction. Women often were. How Rebekah still carried that torch though was baffling to Alex because she got to see the real Jungkook more than most other women did, since she occasionally came into the turd monster’s inner sanctum –ie, the apartment Jungkook and Alex had shared for three years now. Jungkook was nothing like the type of man Rebekah actually went for, and yet his suave charm worked on her even to smooth over the glimpses of his true bratty personality that peeked through while she was around. Only Alex got to see the real thing though, the whole thing, the foul-mouthed, sore loser, gaming-obsessed, Cheeto-chomping, trash-TV-loving asshole. Ok, sure, the muscle-y hottie with the dimpled smile and big shiny eyes, who’d graduated with Honors back in the day and was now doing disgustingly well at his sales job wasn’t fake , exactly. That was all stupidly true too, just not the whole picture. She’d seen Jungkook fasting before a party and lying about his hobbies to pretty women and leaving the remains of his manscaping around the toilet seat too many times not to think it was all really fucking stupid. But the lies worked. Jungkook was successful in everything from gaming to work commission to the revolving door of his bedroom.

“You got a little something there,” Jungkook said, pointing to his own chin. Alex wiped at her face with the back of her hand. “No, it’s…” He sighed deeply and licked his thumb and wiped the mustard off her chin himself then grimaced after putting the remnant into his own mouth, “It’s too early for mustard…”

“It’s almost one!”

“Time is relative…” He trailed off, heading towards the kitchen. Rebekah stared at Alex for a moment with unabashed envy. 

Alex sighed, “Oh come on, don’t buy into his whole thing too…”

“What?” Rebekah gave her a blank smile. Alex sighed again. And Again. 

And reached for her sandwich, motioning, “Eat your damn food, traitor.”

“What? Traitor?” Rebekah craned her neck, apparently searching to see if Jungkook was still in sight. When he wasn’t, she asked quietly, “Ok, but does it really not bother you?”

“Does what not bother me?”

“Living with… him ?”

“Oh yeah he bothers me tons,” Alex snorted. “Can’t put his fucking socks in the hamper. Leaves the jelly jar on the counter. Doesn’t make me food automatically when he’s in there making his own. And–”

“But I mean with all the… he brings a lot of women home, doesn’t he? He’s got a bit of a reputation…”

Alex went very still. She’d known Rebekah a long time, and considered a close friend, even though she’d only recently moved back to the city. But if there was one thing she wouldn’t tolerate, it was any of her friends saying shit about Jungkook. That was her job, and her job only.

“Define a lot… what about his reputation…”

“No, I just mean he’s popular with women, right? Like actually popular. He always has the attention of the most gorgeous woman in the room and– I just mean, aren’t you in love with him?”

Alex instantly choked on her sandwich. She really thought she might be going to die or puke as Rebekah pounded her on the back to dislodge the oversized bite. Once it was down, her eyes watered and she had to sip water before crying,

“Don’t say something dumb like that! Of course I’m not! Why does everyone always think I’m in love with him?”

“Well… have you seen him…”

“Yes, I’ve seen him.”

“Oh really? Like seen him, seen him? And was he–”

“I’m not impressed and you’re being gross.”

“Sorry,” Rebekah mumbled and grabbed her sandwich.

“How come no one ever asks him if he’s in love with me? It’s bullshit! I can’t tell you how many times a woman has come out of his room, seen me, and been like, ‘aw, he lives with his little sister? That’s so sweet.’ His sister! I’m not even fucking Korean! Do all Asian people just look the same to white people?!”

“As a Jew I can’t really speak for all white people–”

“Just once I’d like to hear someone ask, ‘Jungkook, how do you possibly live in the same space as that goddess and not just fall head over heels for her?’”

“Ok, but do you want him to….? That’s what I mean. You really don’t have any feelings for him? It doesn’t bother you at all to see him parade through all these gorgeous women?”

“Uh, no,” Alex rolled her eyes. “It’s somewhere on the spectrum between funny and gross –as long as he cleans the damn shower!” she added, hearing his footsteps down the hall. He walked like he had steel-toed boots on even when just wearing those weirdo toe socks he loved so much. Women hated those. She noticed he appeared to have removed his socks in the kitchen and used water to push the hair back from his face. He had a bowl of yogurt and granola and a mug of coffee but for some reason had his tongue bulging in his cheek –not food, because the bump disappeared. He knew women liked that thing he did too. He’d made such a careful study. He was observant about that kind of thing, which made him a very good fuckboy. Or, uh, bad, however you were supposed to say it. Successful.

“I’ll scrub the shower as soon as I finish my breakfast, promise,” he said with a megawatt grin. For Rebekah’s sake. Probably he’d heard everything she’d just said and was going to gloat about it later. Alex had previously insisted Rebekah was uninterested. Three years ago she had been!

“With tub cleaner, not your body wash!”

“I know how to clean a bath tub!” he called, disappearing down the hall.

“He doesn’t,” Alex snickered. “He definitely moved in with me thinking I’d be his wife. Joke’s on him! I’m as much a goblin as he is.”

“He’s… a goblin?” Rebekah asked, eyebrows raising. And Alex sighed, because of course Rebekah didn’t see it. No one ever saw it because around everyone else Jungkook was this star child. He glowed like the sun, he charmed, he seduced. She saw it, even if she didn’t get hooked the same way everyone else with a pussy did. But also like… he was her funny, scumbag friend who stayed up all night playing video games with her and doing Taco Bell runs at one in the morning and went to opening night of every Star Wars and Lord of the Rings movie with her and bought her a body pillow that said Pippin’s Girl over Billy Boyd’s character –literally the only birthday present he’d ever given her. 

But there was no point trying to explain these things to Rebekah, and in a way, it would feel like a betrayal of Jungkook. He worked hard to keep that charming pretense up! And Rebekah wouldn’t be able to see even if she did talk about what it was actually like living with him. She’d sound bitter. She’d sound like she was in love with him and denying it. She’d been told that before. Boring take. Two people had never been more platonically friends than they were.

So instead she shrugged, “Whatever. But sorry, we have a strict ‘no sleeping with my friends’ rule and he won’t break it.”

“Oh, yeah no, of course not,” Rebekah quickly insisted. “I wasn’t– I was just curious about, you know, what it’s like to live with a guy. We’re friends and I would never… I really value our friendship. Chicks before– you get the idea.”

More than you want to fuck Jungkook? Who are you trying to convince here?

Alex sulked into her sandwich and tried to think of a way to change the subject away her dumb best friend. No, living with him wasn’t a problem at all, but living in his shadow could get really annoying.

Alex did her best to hold still as she applied eyeliner, leaned over the bathroom mirror. Eyeshadow baffled her, but she’d mastered a fierce cat eyeliner over the years. It was funny to think back to college now, when Jungkook had sprawled across her bed, watching the same makeup videos and trying to help her get it just right because he insisted he could do it better. He could. Damn his steady hands. The capstone of that study had been them both rocking pretty sweet looks to the Rocky Horror live viewing party that year. Jungkook in fishnets and a bustier had looked every bit the fuckboy he hadn’t even fully evolved into yet; now he wouldn’t be caught dead in such an ensemble.

At the right party, Alex would! She loved a good costume. But tonight was the run of the mill, regular beer bash at Namjoon’s place because his divorce had finalized. That’s right, Namjoon had married and divorced before Alex had even been in a real relationship. 

Her phone buzzed with a notification. Perched on the edge of the counter, it was just enough vibration to pitch over the edge and bounce right off her toe.

“Fuck!” she cried, dropping and grabbing her poor toes, squeezing through the pain. At least it had kept her phone from breaking but fucking shit, it hurt!

“You ok?” Jungkook’s voice drifted from the kitchen.

“Yeah, phone fell on my toe!”

He didn’t say anything back but at least he’d asked. She grabbed her phone, feeling her pain transfer to anger at whoever had messaged her. 

But it wasn’t even a message to her! Apparently her phone thought it really important that she know Jungkook had posted a snapchat. She didn’t even use Snapchat, it was just on her phone because Taehyung’s girlfriend Sabina had made her download it, insisting it was a useful tool for meeting guys. She was wrong . Maybe if you looked like Sabina. 

She opened the app, ready to see what was so important.

“A meal before the buffet at nj’s 🌶🌶🌶 hungry?”

The caption was pasted over a photo looking down Jungkook’s bare muscular stomach to the kitchen counter, the cutting board on the left with red and green peppers and broccoli, and a frying pan on the right where the sausages were sizzling –the dinner he was making for them to eat before they headed out to Namjoon’s party. There wasn’t food at the party. Certainly no buffet. 

But all of that was beside the point because the photo was centered on Jungkook’s package on the kitchen counter. Sure, still wearing his gray basketball shorts, but they left very little to the imagination. He did not appear to be wearing boxers. 

“Jungkook!” she shouted, stomping out of the bathroom. “Get your dick off the kitchen counter!” Nevermind that she was certain he would have had to stand on his tiptoes and flex to pull off that photo, which was funny as shit. She wasn’t mad about the dick on the counter, per se.

But he gave her such a dumb look as she stormed in, saying only, “Huh?”

“Your latest thirst trap is a bit much, don’t you think?”

“What…”

“I can see tip! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“What?!” he yelped and grabbed his phone. “That was supposed to be private…”

“Are you serious?! I just got a notification! Snapchat wanted to make sure I can see you got yourself all chubbed up in the kitchen while you’re making my dinner!”

“Ewwww,” he frowned, but he was frantically opening his phone.

“Yeah, ewww is right! Keep your sausage away from my sausages! And you’re letting them burn!”

“I am not…”

But he was distracted. She shoved him out of the way and fanned the smoke away from her face as she flipped them over. Jungkook’s phone buzzed so steadily in his hand that she thought he had an alarm going off. He sauntered down a bit and leaned against the counter, surrendering the cooking to her without a word. He was smiling.

“What are you smiling like an idiot about?” she demanded.

“Seems like it’s a pretty popular picture,” he grinned, flashing the phone screen at her. It was the Snapchat message page but she couldn’t read that far away and probably didn’t want to. “Getting a lot of messages about it…”

“Saying ‘Hey cheap manwhore, keep your junk away from hot oil?”

“I’m not cheap. Those peppers are organic!”

“No, are they? Why?! That’s so much more expensive, you idiot!”

But he was ignoring her again, typing on his phone. 

Look, she’d gotten used to his thirst trap insta a long time ago. What had started as an account mostly focused on him trying to perform cool dangerous stunts on his skateboard had found better traction once he started adding gym selfies. Somewhere along the line, scrawny little Jungkook had figured out a way to add some bulk to his frame. Not much –he still looked small next to Namjoon, something he lamented every time he drank too much in a pretty unchanging and homoerotic monologue– but enough to fill in the definition of his muscles. And the ladies on social media liked that. A lot of men too, actually, and while Jungkook wasn’t looking for male attention, he did seem flattered by it nonetheless. So his content grew to include pool selfies. Party selfies. Outfit of the day selfies. Just bought coffee selfies. And a whole lot of shirtless domestic selfies –in fact, there was a good chance that if he’d done a chore around the house, it was so he could post a photo of himself doing it shirtless. 

Whatever, it got the chores done.

He had almost 10,000 Instagram followers, and who knew how many on Snapchat and TikTok and whatever other dark web places he spent his time these days.

Alex had an instagram and a Twitter. Her instagram was mostly pictures of cats she found when she went for walks and funny things her friends did. She never posted on Twitter but just kept the account so she could read the entire thread from funny Tweet compilations on Buzzfeed. 

“Eh, I’ll leave it up,” he shrugged, brushing past her to grab the peppers, only to see she’d already tossed them into the pan. 

“Are you serious?”

“Why not?”

“ Tip , Jungkook.”

“Will you stop saying that to me?”

“I can see your tip,” she said again slowly. “I don’t want to see your tip.”

“Then don’t look!”

“You blasted it to my phone!”

“Well, it turns out you’re in the minority, so–”

“Next stop, OnlyFans? Ooooh hey I bet you could buy us a PS5…”

“Alex! Don’t whore me out–”

“You whore yourself out, I’m just capitalizing. Let me know if you need help.”

“Are you offering to hold the camera?” he asked, arching his eyebrow. Blatantly flirting to mock her. 

She punched him in the stomach, then removed the pan from the heat before he could retaliate in any way. His ‘ oof’ was so satisfying.

“I’ve seen your little pepper, I was not impressed–”

“Hey! Hey, ok that was– I was– we were fifteen and it was on accident! You shouldn’t have walked into my room without knocking!”

“Yeah, lesson learned!”

He sighed, “You caught me before I’d even started… I’m a grower, not a–”

“Shut up ,” she groaned. “Stop talking to me about your dick.”

“I wouldn’t be telling you to shut up if you wanted to tell me about–” But he broke off before she could even kick him, laughing and unable to keep up the farce himself. She wasn’t his type and he wasn’t hers and this was all like seeing her brother’s dick show up on her phone. Gross. 

“I’m going to finish getting dressed. Are you wearing that?” she teased, pointing to his bare torso.

“With all the messages I’m getting? Nah, I’ll look good.”

“Good luck pulling that off.”

“Whatever, shrimpy.” She shoved her knuckle into his ribs as she passed and he flinched, but as a final peace offering called after her, “Your eyeliner looks good though!”

“I know!”

Namjoon’s party was everything she had actually missed from college. Alex wasn’t a big partier ever, not really, but if the timing was right and she could be just drunk enough while her friends were also just drunk enough, she could let loose for an evening. And all her friends were here, and all just the right amount of drunk, and In’am was killing it on playlist management. Sure, there were dozens of people she didn’t know, and that tended to annoy and exhaust her. She and Jungkook were complete opposites in that way –but she had plenty of friends besides him to act as a buffer. Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon had sheltered her from many unwanted social encounters over the years. The additions of Jimin’s In’am years ago had been a breath of fresh air in her male-heavy friend group, and Sabina more recently had this god-given talent for diverting a conversation with literally anyone once it started to get tedious. 

Which was perfect because Taehyung and Jimin were blunt as shit and Namjoon meant well but sometimes didn’t pick up on cues and said exactly what you didn’t want to hear. Especially when he was drunk.

“This is Alex Song,” he said, introducing her to someone whose name stood no chance of sticking in her brain. “Like the Thong Song but with an ‘s’.”

“What the fuck?” she complained and hit him in the stomach, only to yank her hand back, “Ow.” She cradled it against her chest.

“I love that song!” the guy said.

“Ironically or unironically?” she asked him, predicting the answer.

“It’s great!” Yep, there it was. 

But suddenly Sabina was there, sliding her arm around Alex’s shoulder as she said, “We’re going to dance, goodbye.”

“Where?” Namjoon asked with interest.

“On your table probably?”

“No!”

“Yes!” Taehyung argued for them as they walked past. 

Alex didn’t actually want to dance on the table, and at the last moment ducked away. It left her torn between harassing Jimin during his pool game or joining some older acquaintances piled around the TV playing Mario Kart. The range of activities was lovely. She ought to tell Namjoon he was a good host, but then recalled he’d associated her with the Thong Song. Wildly uncomfortable underwear. Was she a wildly uncomfortable person?

“You look lost,” In’am mused, sidling up to her. 

“Too many things, I don’t know where to go…”

In’am grinned and suggested, “We could go in the backyard–”

“How did Namjoon already afford a house like this?” she interrupted with a sigh, even though she knew the answer. Wealthy parents. Lucky. He had a yard . She was going to be stuck rooming with Jungkook forever. At least his fuckboy ways meant he was unlikely to ever get married and leave her. With Jimin and In’am engaged now, and Taehyung and Sabina maybe not far away, it was down to her, Namjoon, and Jungkook. And Namjoon would be on the look again soon probably now that the divorce was behind him and he was great even if he was a dumbass sometimes, so that probably wouldn’t take too long. And Jungkook would always have his bed warm. So it would be just her. Just lonely her all alone, tagging along, watching rom-coms and wondering why it seemed so impossible that she would ever have that kind of a thing. How could she even meet someone? There was no one at this entire party she wanted anything to do with like that–

“Alex,” In’am called, grabbing and squishing her face. “You need to sit down?”

“Am I going to be alone forever?

In’am laughed, “Girl! What? No! I thought you just weren’t looking!”

“I’m not but…”

“I can introduce you to some people if you want–”

“No,” Alex suddenly panicked and pulled away. Dating? Yuck. Getting to know someone? Horrible. Finding someone she could have the kind of intimacy and closeness and fluffy romance she saw in the movies with and craved? It just didn’t look right for her in real life! Even she couldn’t see herself in something like that! “I’m just hungry and I need another drink.”

“You didn’t eat Jungkook’s sausage?”

“ What ?”

In’am had meant the joke though and laughed, “That fool boy sent that out– I have never deleted an app from my phone so goddamn fast. Last thing I need is my fiance’s friends sending that crap to my phone…”

“Right? It’s crap!”

“I mean, power to him to post whatever he wants, and he’s catching the fish he wants with that kind of hook but I don’t need that in my head when he’s like my little brother.”

“Yeah, same. Very little.”

He had not looked very little in the photo. In fact Alex knew he wasn’t very little because it wasn’t her fucking fault he wore sweatpants around the house all the time. She didn’t check him out but she existed and he had not needed to tell her he was a grower because she knew that. Just like she knew many obnoxious stories about that dick of his, inconvenient boner times, the kinds of porn he liked, whatever. Granted, she didn’t know how much of the things he told her were truth or jokes, but since there was a zero-female-awareness thing going on between them, he was perfectly comfortable telling her the bro-y sordid details. Not that he was any kind of special guy to her either, other than being her dearest idiot friend, so it wasn’t a big deal, but sometimes it would be nice if he’d stop thrusting his manness into every aspect of their lives. Sometimes she kind of missed the pre-fuckboy days when Jungkook had also believed no one would ever look at him twice and they’d cried at romantic movies together and played video games all night and challenged each other to disgusting food concoction competitions.

Jimin was motioning them over and Alex was happy to go. A game of Kings was getting organized and Alex was happy to slide into place. She loved this kind of game! Even drunk, she nailed the mental challenges of remembering the rules, and always did great at naming states or presidents of animals or whatever challenge came up. 

“Where’s Jungkook? He’ll want to play,” Taehyung said, sitting next to Alex and tugging Sabina down next to him. 

“I don’t know where he is. Am I my brother’s keeper?” she scoffed. But her gaze naturally flitted around the living room and dining room and kitchen, all visible from her seat. She got that weird, kind of sad feeling again. Like ok, maybe he’ll come play this game and we’ll all have a blast together and later we can laugh about the fact all our friends are finding love while we eat fries in my bed and fall asleep, happily single.

He was in the kitchen, most of him blocked by the girl he was making out with. Alex happened to spot him at the same time he whispered something in the girl’s ear that made her laugh. He led her out of the kitchen, his smug smile not noticeable to the woman behind him. Apparently his sausage picture had let him cut right to the chase; it wasn’t even 11 yet and he was already out.

“Oh, there he goes…” Jimin snickered, shaking his head. “That kid.”

“Can’t wait to meet my new mom!” Alex joked. She nudged Namjoon, “Guess I’m sleeping here tonight. You got a poolhouse I can have?”

“You know I don’t have a poolhouse and cabs still work if you’re single…”

The defensive groans and complaints from their friends were enough. Namjoon backtracked, insisting he was joking, of course Alex could crash here, probably lots of people would. 

They decided Alex could make the first rule. But what kind of sucked is that she could think of so many rules that would be super funny to Jungkook, or at least the Jungkook who hung out and was chill and had more thoughts in his head than where he could stick his dick, and he wasn’t even here to hear them.

Maybe that was unfair… They still did lots of stuff together! Maybe his teasing went too far sometimes lately but hers kind of did too, right? It was hard to tell. He seemed invincible lately. He was living the life he wanted and in a way, that meant leaving Alex behind–

“Earth to Alex!”

“Ok, my challenge is: name states that don’t have an A in them! If you fuck it up, drink it up! Mississippi.”

“Idaho,” Taehyung beamed at her . After a beat, a roar of laughter. He’d already fucked it up just to make a joke. How Taehyung. 

Her friends were great. Who even needed Jungkook around right now? He could do whatever and they could just be roommates and that was fine. Everything was fine, she was just the wrong kind of drunk, but she could snap out of it. Hopefully he’d go to the girl’s place and she could have the apartment to herself for her hangover! That was good since she always felt overheated and nauseated when she drank too much and wanted to wear as little clothing as possible, but Jungkook teased her about her short legs like an asshole. What did women keep seeing in him anyway? But then, they fucked and were gone before they had to deal with the teasing, so that was the answer. 

“Famous painters,” Taehyung declared for his turn.

“The topics for Kings have sure changed a lot since we were in college,” Jimin laughed. “What happened to Spongebob characters and types of sex toys?

“Wait for your turn, asshole!”

But yeah, things were changing. That was all. Nothing wrong with that! Alex was glad when it was her turn to drink.

On Thursdays the arcade did Ladies’ Nights where girls got unlimited game cards for the machines. Alex and Jungkook had been going to this long enough to remember when it was only a $50 card, but it hadn’t brought in enough women, so they’d expanded the benefit. Jungkook’s bitterness had risen, but not so much that he would miss out, and while they didn’t go every week, it was a pretty common place to find them on a Thursday night.

“I just don’t know why they keep running the offer if it’s not working for them,” Jungkook complained, plastic machine gun wedged against his shoulder. Beside him, similar stance but over a foot shorter, Alex fired her red version at the screen with much less careful aim. 

“But it obviously is working for them.”

“What obviously?” Jungkook asked, motioning around the relatively quiet arcade. “No hot girls.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” she argued, motioning up and down her own body. “I’m here all the time.”

“Yeah, like I said, it’s not working–” He grunted as she spun and kicked the back of his knee, but he’d been prepared for it and unfortunately didn’t go down. She contemplated stealing his beanie and throwing it onto the Mortal Kombat AR stage so he’d have to show off his smashed greasy hair until the match finished and he could retrieve it, but settled for pointing out his character had died and she won. 

“I meant you’re here all the time already. You’d be here even if they didn’t do that thing. The only girls who show up are like that–”

“Wow. Woooow , Kook, you’re really going for asshole today, huh?”

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the machine console, not even bothering to watch her play out the remainder of her lives because she’d just kicked his ass at this game, “I mean that the only girls who give a shit about unlimited game cards at the arcade are…”

She aimed the machine gun at him and made her own sound effects on top of the game. 

He rolled his eyes, “I’m shredded and my muscles are made of Vibranium so that’s just bouncing off me–”

“How do you manage to hide what a loser you are from so many women ?” she cried. Her turn wasn’t over but she was bored of the game now and slid the gun back into the holster. It didn’t matter anyway since her game card was unlimited. “And why are you being so sulky tonight? Are you shriveling up from lack of pussy juice? Is that the problem?”

“No,” he glared. “I’m just bored. We haven’t done anything new lately. I need to meet new people.”

“Ah, fresh blood.”

“Virgins? Fine–”

“Oh is that the secret to your hairless baby face?” she asked, reaching up to slap her hand along his jaw. He hated references to his lack of facial hair. Ever since Taehyung had grown a hot little brush and gotten so much attention for it, Jungkook had complained about it. Only Alex had gotten to see him try twice to grow something and it was so patchy and uneven and yuck looking that she’d taken to calling him Pedo –and accidentally in front of his parents. Oops. “All that virginal pussy juice–”

“Virgins don’t usually let you put your face there,” he corrected. 

“You can’t just talk about virgins like they’re some monolithic group,” Alex argued. “Literally all of us are born virgins.”

Jungkook let out a deep sigh and threw his arm around her shoulder, “But only some of you are so blessed to also die one.”

“I’m not a virgin you dick,” she growled and tried to kick him again but since his arm was around her, it gave him too much warning and he ducked away laughing. Of course he knew she wasn’t a virgin though. He, unfortunately, knew pretty much every sordid detail of her previous sexual encounters –one a first awkward boyfriend who’d lasted two months and the other a second date mistake. Mistake! It had been a mistake. Maybe if she hadn’t done it she would have gotten a third date but Jungkook had confidently assured her it was doomed either way. Cool. He insisted he meant that to be reassuring.

Just as easily conversation slid away from sex and Jungkook’s complaints that their dating pool was growing stagnant and instead to shit-talking each other about whether to do basketball or air hockey next. 

“I don’t think you’re ready for air hockey yet,” she told him. “Let’s start with basketball.”

“But I always kick your ass at basketball and then you get all lame and sulky.”

“I do not!”

“Yeah you do and it’s wildly unappealing,” he taunted. “Why do you even challenge me? You’re like three feet tall, obviously you will never beat me at basketball.”

“Uh, Jimin is shorter than you and left you in the dust at basketball,” she pointed out.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “He fucking did not, he just got lucky that one time and he played on a team as a kid. I didn’t.”

“You were too busy skateboarding,” she snickered. “So cool.”

“Uh, I was super cool.”

“No. You weren’t.”

“Uh, you need me to start listing off girls who think it’s cool?”

“I’m well aware a lot of my gender has glitter glue for brains and gets easily blinded by dimples and a flat stomach–”

“Abs,” he interrupted. “I have abs .”

“For a couple of days you did– but hey, baby ,” she teased him, “I like you better fed anyway. You know that’s the one thing my mom and I agree on. ‘You are too skinny!’” she cried, mimicking the way her mom said it every time Jungkook was in the vicinity, usually moments before plying him with food he could simply not refuse. Not that he ever did refuse. But at twenty-five, he was already complaining that he was growing out of the metabolism needed to survive her mom’s cooking –noodles, buns, lots of sauces, rice, every Chinese delicacy she could think of to fatten Jungkook up. This had been going on since they’d become friends like fifteen years ago. “And also you’re an asshole when you’re hangry.” She reached down to tap her card against the slot to join as Player Two.

“Girls think it’s cool I skate,” he said, gaze fixed on the flashing lights as they counted down to the start of the competition.

“To fuck, not to date or, god forbid, marry.”

He flashed her his most charming smile, “Good thing I don’t want to marry them either.”

“Yeah, regular intimacy with someone who cares about your pleasure and sees you as more than a sex toy that squirts, what a nightmare!”

He shrugged, “It’s different for guys. It’s hard to get a girl off if you don’t know what she likes but I’m getting off no matter what so… regular intimacy not needed.”

“Do you seriously–” The buzzer to begin was painfully loud. Jungkook had already sunk a basket by the time she got a ball in hand. 

The game went exactly as he had predicted, unfortunately. It was true, Alex had never come close to beating him at basketball and probably never would. She had played on a team for two years in middle school and still tried to insist that meant she could compete with him, because he’d never played! But he’d just like learned shooting skills by proximity. In junior high he’d come over and they’d shoot hoops and it was pretty even. But she quit when sports got serious at school, and he played tennis to avoid team sports, and somehow those two facts meant his shooting skills zoomed up from hers as much as his height did. 

“Did you really just try to pretend you squirt? There’s no way you squirt.”

“ What ?!”

“You said you’re more than a fuck toy that–”

“What the fuck, dude? I meant you! You squirt out… stuff– Only difference between you and a dildo–”

“Stuff!” he repeated, howling with laughter. “My sperm is not just any stuff .”

“Please don’t scream that word in the middle of the arcade–”

“Well I just kicked your ass as basketball so I think now you have to buy me a slice of pizza–”

“Uh, I beat your ass at the shooting game before this and you didn’t buy me shit.”

“Aleeeeex,” he whined. “I’m hungry. Feed me.”

“Fuck no. You didn’t state your terms before basketball. But I’m happy to take you up on that challenge now with some hockey–”

“Ya! Last time you went right for my balls!”

“I don’t aim for your balls,” Alex huffed. “You’re just bad at defending them. Which is insane considering how much you talk and think about them.”

“I’m really attached to them–”

“Eww, gross, get a better sense of humor.”

“Too hot to bother with that.”

She laughed and shoved his arm. It sucked that Jungkook actually was the funniest guy she’d ever known. It really wasn’t fair to have grown up into looking like that and be able to charm your way through basically any social encounter with a woman and be able to chill and impress most men too and be really funny. Really poked a hole in the whole God doesn’t have favorites idea because Jungkook was clearly one of them. But she couldn’t quit him because there was no one in the world who appreciated her own humor the way he did. The two of them were too fucking funny to ever break up. Besides, if she got a new roommate it would probably be a girl and they probably wouldn’t buy such oversized shirts that were so easy to just steal and wear and then panic because she got food stains on them and then enlist her sister’s help to fix them and then sneak them back into the laundry. That panic was basically her cardio every week!

“Tell you what… I’ll go easy on you,” she offered as they settled at opposite ends of the air hockey table.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” he mumbled, veering instantly into that overcompetitive space where he failed to realize the things he said were terrible to anyone else. Of course Alex knew that was just his pre-injured pride talking. Because even if she went easy on him, she was going to crush him. That was true most of the time, certainly enough to give her the confidence to do a pre-victory dance, wriggling her arms and crouching down and swaying side to side to intimidate him.

“Not at air hockey though,” she taunted.

The thing about air hockey though was that it was very important to them. It played a part in their history a lot. They’d actually gotten banned playing it at another place because they were so aggressive. Jungkook had also met an early hookup once when the puck had hit a girl on the shoulder and he’d insisted he buy her a drink to apologize –that had been lame because they’d been in the middle of a game and Alex wound up having to take the train home on her own. Sometimes his addiction to women was a little annoying…

But they hadn’t gotten kicked out from here! Yet! 

“How the hell do you do that?” he complained as the puck managed to ricochet from his mallet to the wall and into his own goal before he could even twitch. 

“You’re too jumpy,” she told him. “You try to overmuscle it. It’s an air hockey puck. You have to be gentle . Caress. Be one with the puck.”

“Puck you.”

“God your humor is rancid tonight!” she laughed. “Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Nah, saving my good humor for –fuck!” he cried and spun away from the table, clutching his cheek where the puck had just flipped up.

“That wasn’t my fault!” Alex immediately defended. 

“You hit that thing like 50 miles per hour!”

“With these dumpling arms?!”

“Yeah how the hell?”

“Oh my god though did it seriously break your face? It’s your fault! You pinched it against the wall! I’ve told you that’s not a valid defense move!”

He kept whining so she went around the table, motioning, “Ok, bend down, beanpole, let me see.”

He leaned down just a little as she reached for his face –only to yank away just as she touched his cheek, grab the puck, and shoot it straight across the table.

“Motherfucker!”

“Mother fucker !” he yelled too because the puck hadn’t gone in, even unguarded. She collapsed against the table laughing, sliding her way back to her space as he cursed the universe and the gods. 

“Yeah serves you right for cheating, asshole!”

“I would never cheat! You hit me in the face! Abusive!”

“Your own muscles betrayed you, that was your own damn fault.”

“Bullshit!”

The game was a foregone conclusion from that point. Even Alex stopped playing as well just because they were too busy laughing. Jungkook had gotten himself too worked up and wound up knocking the puck into his own goal twice. To taunt him, Alex gave him another chance for a free goal, lifted her arms up, and he actually made it that time, but it was too late. Alex had won, fair and square, even with his attempts to cheat.

“I think you broke my cheek,” he complained as they walked away to find something else to play.

“Shit, no! Did I really? You’re fucked! Your personality is way too shitty to survive as an uggo!”

“Alex,” he complained and backhanded her directly in the boob.

“My tit!”

“No, my face! No one cares about your tits!”

They laughed and stumbled along for a moment, bumping into each other in the direction of more of the regular machines, ignoring and ignored by other arcade go-ers on a Thursday night. 

But Alex got the prickles on the back of her neck that someone was watching them and whirled around, ready to tell off whoever was being weird.

Except it was Hoseok.

She nearly tripped over her feet and fell ass over head to the floor but caught herself on Jungkook’s arm, performing a weird twisting maneuver that might possibly have won her gold at a free skate. Confused, Jungkook thankfully dragged her back the right way on her feet. Unfortunately the klutzery was still all witnessed by Hoseok, without a doubt, because he gave a bright smile as he walked over –though first Alex did glance over her shoulder, certain Hoseok must actually be smiling like the sun at someone else.

“Alex Song,” he greeted, removing most of the doubt that he had noticed and approached her. 

“Hi, Hoseok Jung.” Fuck, that was awkward. He’d used her full name so she’d used his too but it sounded awkward when she did it. He sounded hot and playful. To cover it, she added, “Your cheekbones look especially sharp today.”

Fuck! That was not how you spoke to someone in corporate!! Even a cool someone in corporate!

Hoseok laughed and touched his face as though checking for himself, as if he wasn’t born with the opportunity to feel up his own face every morning. God, what Alex wouldn’t give to be able to feel up his face every morning.

“That was an intense game of air hockey,” he said, smooth as butter in covering her shitty socialization skills. 

“Oh! You um, saw that… hey I didn’t know you like arcades…” She looked around wildly, reassuring herself she was in fact still in the arcade and trying not to totally melt into panic at the fact that not only was Hoseok here, he had seen her juvenile, taunting game of air hockey with Jungkook. At least she’d won, but–

“Ah I’m not great at games but I’m here with my–

Girlfriend , he was obviously going to say. 

“Your girlfriend? She must be nice.”

“My sister,” he corrected, motioning over his shoulder. “She’s terrible at games too but she’s an influencer and they wanted her to take photos on Instagram and…” Alex’s gaze followed his gesture to see two young women, one leaning dramatically against a pinball machine while the other took her photo. 

Without thinking about it, she elbowed Jungkook in the ribs, “Influencers! See! They’re doing more than just ladies night!”

“Ow! I guess…”

Before she could say anything else, he held his hand out to Jungkook, introducing, “Sorry to be rude, I’m Hoseok Jung, I work with Alex–”

“He’s my brother,” Alex blurted out, grabbing Jungkook’s arm before he could shake Hoseok’s hand and shoving it away. This confused Hoseok; it flickered across his beautiful face before the smile returned.

“Ah. Her brother,” Jungkook agreed. His lips pursed into a line and Alex knew she was in for shit later. “We live together. We don’t really get along but we come here on Thursday nights to appease our overbearing parents who always dreamed of siblings who’d get along.”

“I see…” Hoseok said. Confusion returned. Fuck. Fuck, he was going to think they were dating. Wait, would it make him jealous– no, of course it wouldn’t make Hoseok Jung jealous.He had literally no concept of being jealous of Alex. 

“Hoseok works in corporate,” Alex quickly offered to continue to try to smooth out the steaming piles of horse shit being dumped onto her head right now. “He does training and–”

“Actually, I’m changing positions.”

Positions . She bet he knew lots of positions. She didn’t know any! Well, ok, like two…

“To what?” she asked, realizing this might mean he was moving away, or moving into a capacity where she wouldn’t ever see him. Right now the times he came by the store were equal parts joy for her and terror for everyone else, even though Hoseok was always nice and not really in a scary corporate position. It was still a visit from corporate, even if the corporate guy was hot and nice and funny and playful…

“We’re opening a new location over on Ash Boulevard. I’m transferring over to be the assistant store manager. I want to open my own someday.”

“Oh! Right, that’s opening soon, isn’t it?” This was baffling to her. Usually people wanted to move into corporate, not out . 

“Yeah! I’ve missed being in the stores. Corporate was great but I don’t think it’s where I’m happiest,” he continued, “so I'm really excited about it. Kind of scared too, though, it’ll be a lot of work but I hope I do well.”

“Obviously you’ll do well.” 

 “Well I need good staff and we’re still selecting so uh.. Don’t tell Dan I said this but if you want to transfer… I’ll put you at head of the line.” He smiled and winked. 

Alex laughed. Not a sexy cool laugh, not even a flattered laugh because that was actually really flattering for him to encourage her to change to his store –but not surprising if she was honest, because she was a fucking badass shift lead and she got shit done with a smile on her face even when she wanted to murder those around her! But she laughed because he’d winked at her and every nerve between her knees and her scalp shot off fireworks. Anyone else winking would have been creepy and wrong but a wink from Hoseok was just so friendly . So kind! So not sexually interested in her. Sob.

“Thanks, I’ll think about it…” If she transferred, she could see him all the time! If she transferred, she’d have to see him all the time, and those fantasies of him taking her in the stock room would be completely out of the realm of possibility because a shift lead and an assistant store manager at the same store was strictly not ok. As opposed to now when they were just 99.47% outside of the realm of possibility. There was always the possibility of a doomsday scenario where they were the last two people on earth and tasked with repopulating…

“Hm, Dan runs a good store, I see why you might not want to leave… who knows if I’ll be any good at it but… I think we’ll do great.”

“I think so too!” she said, matching his sunny tone. She didn’t have to look to know Jungkook was having a hard time controlling his facial expressions beside her. 

“Hobi!” his sister called and he turned before sighing, “I guess I better get back to her… Maybe next time I can challenge you to something in here that’s not as intense as air hockey.”

“She’s ruthless at all games, I should warn you,” Jungkook interjected. “Laugh and dance on the graves of her enemies kind of–”

“Shut up,” she hissed, elbowing him. It seemed unlikely Hoseok would find that kind of thing appealing.

He laughed, “Oh no, I probably won’t put up much of a challenge then…” She wanted to die. No, first she wanted to murder Jungkook and then die.

“We can see next time,” she offered. “We could do a co-op game like the Jurassic Park ride or something…”

“Yeah! You seem like a good person to be on a team with.” Flattering? Friendzone? Coworker zone? Subordinate employee zone? Alex basked in the pain of them all and nodded dumbly as Hoseok said goodbye and returned to his sister and her friend, both looking pretty bored to be there and eager to move on. His sister must have said something teasing because Hoseok shook his head and waved his hand at her before disappearing.

Alex didn’t even look at Jungkook, just tried to simultaneously shove her hand in his face and flee. She needed a moment without his taunting because an encounter with Hoseok Jung left you disoriented for at least a few hours. Discombobulated. Flustered. She was giddy when he focused any of his attention on her when he came by the store and now she’d actually spoken directly with him for a few minutes outside of work! Even better/worse, it had happened because he recognized and approached her! She wanted to live in this moment without Jungkook saying something stupid. And she needed Hoseok to leave the arcade before she murdered her best friend because that didn’t seem like Hosok’s vibe –although he’d probably be very useful in a body-disposal scenario.

But Jungkook followed her, bumping against her shoulder as he said, “Ok, as your brother I have a question–”

“Shhhh,” she held up her finger but missed covering his mouth and instead just jabbed him in the chin. “Please let me enjoy this for a moment before you ruin it–”

“Enjoy what ? Why is a superior winking at you? That seems like a really inappropriate–”

“ Shhhhhh ,” she shushed more harshly. Eyes closed. Picturing the two of them at one of the machines, her standing behind with her arms around him, teaching him how to hold the gun. Ok, she’d have to stand on a stool or something but… romantic… the sexual tension distacting them both from the game… Hoseok suddenly spinning and taking her into his arms and pressing her against the console… the lights and sounds of the arcade dimming because he just couldn’t resist her any longer and needed to take her now –

“Alex Xiuying Song what the fuck is going on in your head right now? You look like an overripe tomato–”

“I do not!” she shouted and the frustrated, embarrassed energy exploded into her punching his arm multiple times. It just made him laugh and twist her into a headlock that made her squawk and thrash until he pushed her towards a machine.

“So who the fuck is that guy? Hoseok? Sounds Korean but–”

“He is Korean,” she sniffed, lifting her nose, as if that made him better than Jungkook… who was also Korean.

“Then why is his hair blonde? The fuck he think he is, an idol or something?”

“He has blonde hair because he’s beautiful,” she glared at him, “and he can pull of literally any hair color in the world. Like there’s not a color on the planet that wouldn’t be blessed to adorn his head–”

Jungkook started to ugly laugh, “What the fuck are you saying right now?”

“Shut up, ok? Just shut up and let me… he’s…. Ahhhhhhh and he talked to me first!”

“Wait. Wait wait,” Jungkook said, stopping just before he’d tapped his card to the console of House of the Dead. “Are you saying you like that guy? Because that would explain all your weird squid behavior right now but–”

“I’m not a squid!”

“You just had like a full on weirdo meltdown in front of him and I thought you were just nervous because he’s a big shot at work but–”

“He is a big shot at work,” she sighed. “He’s so competent at his job and so sexy walking around with a clipboard and–”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Do I like him… Ha! HA! Did you see his perfect face? That elegant nose… those chiseled cheekbones… those perfectly manicured eyebrows.”

“I… you’re being serious right now?”

“Are you saying you didn’t notice those things?”

“No? He just looks like some guy to me and like… you’re serious right now? That’s your type?”

“What does that mean! That’s my type? Yeah that’s my type! He’s kind and funny and charming and stunning– why are you looking at me like that! What I’m saying is objectively true!”

“I…” His head tilted to the side like a puppy dog as he studied the carpet for a moment before pressing, “So you like… want to hold his hand? Or you want to fuck him?”

“Um, both , obviously? Why are you being so weird about this?”

“No! No, it’s just…” She was surprised now by the sincerity on his face. Sincere confusion. “Honestly I kind of thought you were asexual.”

“Huh?!”

“It’s fine if you are!” he quickly insisted, hands held up in defense. “Obviously. I mean I’ve thought all this time you are–”

“You know all about the times I’ve had sex!” Unfortunately.

“Yeah and you had a terrible time and didn’t enjoy it at all so– I thought you just felt pressured–”

“Well yeah but… but because I’m awkward and it was bad not because… I don’t like… want sex!” She dropped her voice at the last second as several kids ran by. “Just because I don’t live and die by where I can stick my dick today–”

“You don’t even go on about hot guys in movies or anything. I mean rarely–”

“That’s because Hollywood is trash and just chooses boring ass white boys for their leads all the time and I can barely tell them apart. But like the things I would let Richard Ayoade do on my face–”

“You’re crazy,” he laughed. “That guy? And Hoseok? Are you sure you’re not just like… desperately reaching for what society tells you that you need to be fulfilled– ‘cause look, I think sex is the bomb but it’s really not like emotionally fulfilling or I wouldn’t need to have it all the time–”

“Woah,” she gasped. “Are you… self-reflecting?! What’s that like for you? Is that scary? I’d be scared looking too closely at what’s in your brain–”

“Yeah and what’s in your brain?! All this time I thought…”

“Are you serious? You really thought I’m– I’m just awkward! Not ace! Not that there’s anything wrong with being ace but–”

“Yeah, that's what I'm saying. It’s totally cool if you are.”

“I can’t believe this though. You’re like my best friend and you thought I was… shit. Shit! No wonder I can't get any dick! Am I putting out ace vibes?! Fuck!”

“Yeah well… Or maybe lesbian? I mean you should probably just directly let that guy know you want to fuck him,” Jungkook snickered, finally tapping his card and motioning for her to do the same. 

“Yeah fucking right. I’m going to go to that guy and ask for– are you fucking insane?” 

“Actually I’m a little rattled right now. All this time I thought–”

“Trust me, I want to get spit-roasted by Manny Jacinto and–”

“Yeah ok, I get it.”

“Wait… are you going to be weird suddenly? All this time you thought–”

“No I’m not going to be weird I just think you should be careful about getting spit-roasted, you’re really little and not very flexible and you’ve got that overactive gag-reflex. Like how many times did you puke on your orthodontist–”

“I hate you!” she cried and kicked the back of his knee. Since his attention was on the screen, he had no warning and went down. It was glorious. 

Jimin’s engagement party was extravagant, crowded, and also incredibly awkward, considering the mixing of groups. Jimin’s and the bride’s parents, both well connected and with a large guestlist of their own, greeted and praised and cast derisive looks at Jimin’s and In’am’s friends. 

“We aren’t even doing anything wrong!” Alex huffed, elbowing Taehyung to get around him to the buffet table. “Is that… tul? Baba ganoush?

“That’s tabouleh,” In’am corrected, suddenly at her elbow, “And you’re a disgrace. I mean, sorry, I think that’s what my parents keep telling me so it’s just etched into my brain–”

“Inny no!” Alex frowned. “You aren’t a disgrace.” Part of her brain thought she ought to give In’am a hug, but considering the likely cost of the sparkly dress she was wearing and that Alex was not a big hugger, she decided against it. Only belatedly did she realize she was also holding a plate of food and likely would have dumped it right down the back of the bride-to-be.

“The shit I’m getting for having a buffet table instead of tailed waiters or a seated dinner…”

“You’re doing great,” Taehyung assured her, sliding his arm around her shoulder. He was always comfortable and easy and cool. Alex would take her former crush on him to the grave, especially now that she knew Jungkook had spent all this time thinking she didn’t have a sexual bone in her body. Fucking ouch . She almost blurted that out now, desperate for their disagreement, but thankfully stopped herself. Taehyung and In’am were too cool; if they agreed she would stab herself with a fork in the middle of this luncheon. Then Im’an’s and Jimin’s parents would really disapprove of their friends, though at least she’d be done away with…

“You’re slow,” Jungkook complained, kicking her ankle. “Is it because you’re wearing a skirt?”

“Um, I wear skirts and dresses,” she glared. He’d already bullied her that morning when she’d come out of the bedroom wearing this dress. It was a nice dress! Maybe not as pricey or nice as what In’am and her family were wearing but…

Jungkook was piling his plate high, so Alex hurried along, looking uncomfortably away when Jimin came over to retrieve In’am with a hand on her waist and a kiss to her neck. 

“You’re going to piss off your parents,” Jungkook snickered.

“That’s the point,” Jimin sang, and dragged In’am away. In’am didn’t look as pleased about his stance and Alex sympathized with her. As much as she might in theory want to piss off her parents, in practice she’d want their approval. Thank fuck her parents were pretty awesome for the most part. Like somehow her mom had said Jungkook’s eyebrow piercing was “charming”? The fuck? But not for her, there would definitely be daughtercide if she came home with a pierced eyebrow. Probably not any guy she brought home either. Jungkook just got to live in a blessed golden bubble for some reason. Jungkook’s own parents had not been happy about it.

“If their parents are paying for the wedding, they probably shouldn’t bait them,” Sabina mused. Her hand touched Taehyung’s back lightly as he showed her he had filled his plate for both of them. Disgusting. Love. Ugh. She could never.

She followed Jungkook’s also-single back to the table they had left their jackets and bags at earlier to claim. Rude? None of them cared, they just wanted this particular table which would let them watch all the drama without having to participate in anything. There were supposed to be speeches at one point and Jimin had asked Jungkook to make one and he’d agreed, to Alex’s shock. But then of course he’d made her help him write it and listen to him practice, because he hated public speaking like that. She still didn’t understand why he’d agreed to do it.

But it wasn’t speech time just yet, just eating and mingling. Alex didn’t want to mingle. She turned to Jungkook to make some joke about how he’d never have an engagement party when she saw someone who made her gasp and dive behind Jungkook.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“Fuck, he’s here.”

“Who’s here?”

“ Yoongi. ”

“Her ex,” Taehyung explained to Sabina.

Jungkook snorted, “Barely. If you count three weeks as an ex–”

“It was longer than that! Like two months!”

“You didn’t date him for two months, stop lying.”

“It was enough –”

“It’s an emotional decision,” Sabrina interrupted, waving her hand dismissively at Jungkook. “If she feels like they’re exes–”

“We’re exes. Shit, don’t let him see me.”

“He doesn’t care.”

“ I   care. Shit. I forgot he and Jimin are still friends…”

“How did you forget that?”

“Well our circles don’t cross!” Alex defended. “Fuck. Now I need a date to the wedding…”

Sabrina shook her head, “Uh uh, it doesn’t mean that. I mean you can get a date if you want but you are perfect even solo and you don’t need to change for any man.”

“Yeah. Plus I doubt Yoongi is going to pay any attention,” Taehyung added, earning a nod from Jungkook and a scathing glare from Alex.

“It’s not just about him though, it’s about…” She trailed off as Yoongi turned, a woman’s hand running up his arm and touching his chest, clearly intimate. The light caught a very large jewel on her finger. “He’s married ?! Fuck, now I really can’t go single–”

“It doesn’t matter–” Sabina tried to insist while Jungkook snickered, “You can’t change who you are, Turtle, don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t call me Turtle!”

“Yeah it’s not like you can get a fiance by the time of the wedding,” Taehyung agreed.

Sabina sighed, “Plus it doesn’t matter . You’re living your best life solo.”

“Yeah, it’s not about that, it’s about appearances. If I can’t even find a date to a wedding– oh!” She slapped Jungkook’s arm. “You can be my date!”

“No thanks.”

“Shut up, you’re going with me. It’s not like you have a girlfriend to bother taking.”

“Yeah, but Yoongi knows we’re just friends so that doesn’t prove anything to him. Besides, I’ll be making my own plans…”

“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Alex said again.

“Yeah, I don’t want a girl to take, I want a girl to leave with…”

“Oh come on, it’s your friends’ wedding,” Alex frowned. “Can’t you think about something else for one night?”

Jungkook gave her a baffled look and demanded, “Why? It’s a wedding . They’re notorious for one night stands. Jimin and In’am know a lot of hot single women–”

“Haven’t you slept with most of them by now?” she snapped. 

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to glare as he defended, “Most of them? No. And sorry if I don’t want to be your pity date–”

“You aren’t a pity date. I’m the pity date! I just don’t want to go to Jimin’s wedding alone. You can still meet someone else–”

“I’m a groomsman. It’s not the same look if I roll into the wedding with a date on my arm.”

Alex gave Taehyung and Sabina an incredulous look and held her hand out, begging for them to agree with her. She was getting flushed now, annoyed by Jungkook’s blunt rejection. She wasn’t asking him to be her fake boyfriend or anything, she just wanted someone to sit with and dance with. So they were friends, that was fine! But it would be a visual credibility to anyone –like Yoongi– who might look over and think Oh, she’s the kind of girl who can find a date to a wedding no problem, huh? Maybe I was wrong about her…

“You’re getting all pissy,” Jungkook laughed. “Why?”

“I’m just asking you for a favor–”

“A favor you don’t need. Yoongi probably doesn’t even remember you.”

She couldn’t help arguing, “Uh, the sex was bad enough he definitely remembers me.” She meant it as a joke. A joke to save her dignity from this rejection. It was the wrong kind of joke to save her dignity. No one even laughed, which made it worse.

“Let’s see,” Jungkook suggested, raising his hand to wave him over. Alex practically tackled him, and Jungkook laughed. “Chill out, Alex. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is to me!”

“If she wants a date, she should have a date,” Sabina tried.

“Sure. Why don’t you ask that Hoseok guy you like?”

Alex sighed, “Because a wedding isn’t a good first date? And I don’t know him that well? And I have no reason to believe he’d say yes?”

“You asked me knowing I wouldn’t say yes,” Jungkook pointed out. But his teasing smile was too much this time. He was being an asshole. She wasn’t asking for much. They were friends; couldn’t friends help each other out in a pinch? So what if he didn’t care, or Yoongi didn’t care, she cared! She’d feel better having fun with her friend at a wedding, though realized now Jungkook was being upfront that he’d be bailing on her anyway.

“I can’t believe you’re so obsessed with pussy you can’t even be a good friend,” she snapped, grabbing her plate up. “You can’t even turn it off for one night to have fun with friends at your friend’s wedding? That’s insane. You should get help.”

“What the fuck, Alex–”

She promptly stomped off, not interested in anything else he had to say. If his answer was really a no, he could have least been less of an idiot about it but… but why couldn’t it be a yes? Just for Jimin’s wedding? Could he really not cool his dick for one wedding to spend time with her?

But no, apparently not! Because as she stomped off fuming, she began to think about their friendship and how one-sided it was. Were they really friends at all? Or were they just roommates and he played along when it served him –like how she managed all the apartment bills and did most of the grocery shopping– and peaced out the second she actually asked him for anything? 

“He’s a bad friend!” she cried, slamming her plate down on an unoccupied table.

“You ok?”

FUCK Yoongi.

She’d recognize his voice until the day she died probably, as the only guy she had anything close to a real relationship with. Short but devastating. She hadn’t known shit about what she was doing and they weren’t well matched and it was just all a mistake, her fault. Definitely her fault.

“Hey,” she said, dragging the word out awkwardly as she turned.

“Hi, Alex.”

“Yoongi, hey.”

“How’s it going? I haven’t seen you in years. This is my fiance, Raquel.”

“Hi, Raquel.” Alex almost blurted out that she was an old… but what? God, if she said she was an old girlfriend and Yoongi corrected her, she’d explode in a cloud of dust and shame. 

“So nice to finally meet you, Alex,” Raquel said. To finally meet you . Suddenly Alex could tell she was painfully correct and Jungkook was wrong. Yoongi had told this pretty, sophisticated woman he was marrying all about the mortifying ordeal that had been Alex Song.

Yoongi smoothly added, “I told her about that music festival we went to–”

“Oh god,” Alex sighed, covering her face. The drugs she and Yoongi had done at that 2 day festival had objectively been what led to them even dating in the first place. They’d sat at the back of the field, eyes closed, swaying to the music. He’d taken her hand. He probably regretted that a lot later.

“Not ‘oh god,’ it was cool. Maybe we did a little too much recreational…” he admitted, trailing off and giving Raquel a sheepish smile as she arched her eyebrow. “But Alex saved our asses because none of us even knew how to put a tent up and no one brought sunscreen or food…”

That was not what she had expected he would tell Raquel…

“I was at a show in Austin one year,” Raquel told Alex. “Three day concert. Rained the whole time.  It was too muddy to put up tents. We bailed on day one but cars couldn’t even get down the road so we had to walk miles… now I can remember it fondly but also… youth, right?”

Yoongi laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I couldn’t put myself through that again. There are better ways to hear music that don’t leave me covered in bug bites and sunburned… but I’m glad I did those things when I was younger.” He paused and looked at Alex with what she felt like was a strange look before asking, “What have you been up to? I hear little things through Jimin but–”

“Oh, not much,” Alex insisted, instantly awkward. “Still working at the coffee shop. Still going to three-day music shows in the summer and stuff…” Even though you both are too old and boring for them now and probably a lot more in charge of your lives and, like, engaged to be married and stuff.

“Are you still rooming with Jungkook?”

“Yeah…”

“Did he ever learn to load the dishwasher?” Yoongi asked, then explained to Raquel, “I swear I showed him twice because Alex was the only one doing it, and her roommate Jungkook tried to say he did all the dishes…” Oops . Alex had made a point at the time of always loading the dishwasher when Yoongi was over to make it look like she was more competent than she was. She’d looked so good at the music festival, but it was just dumb luck that she was the only one of her friends who’d gone to that kind of thing before and knew the right things to bring. Jimin had brought Yoongi, who Alex had only met a couple times before, and she had somehow… impressed him? So obviously she had to keep the lie up…

“A good roommate is hard to find,” Raquel sympathized. “He’s going to have a hard time finding a girlfriend if he’s lazy like that.”

“Yeah, he’s, um, better now, I guess… you know, people change… I mean, not me much, I’m still pretty much the same as always!” she laughed awkwardly.

There was an awkward beat, and then Yoongi said, “That’s cool. Some things change, some stay the same.”

“Uh huh.”

“Nice to meet you, Alex. We can catch up more later, I’d love to hear any stories you have of Yoongi–”

“All right, bye,” Yoongi said, interrupting Raquel. He steered her away with an arm around her waist, and waved at Alex over her shoulder. It was smooth and cool, just like he’d always been. God. It was inevitable that wouldn’t have worked, but it made it all even more mortifying that she’d had a chance and just been so… bleh. Awkward. Uncomfortable. She had tried too hard and not tried hard enough simultaneously. It was kind of unbelievable to look at Yoongi walking off with this cool-looking fiance and believe she had dated him for like seven whole weeks. They’d had sex! Even though she was really bad at it! He’d been nice but obviously not impressed…

And now she was “same ol’ Alex” who Yoongi wasn’t even threatened telling his fiance about. Why would he be? She still worked at Starbucks. She still lived with Jungkook. The greatest things Yoongi knew about her were lies and luck. 

“Hey.”

She turned around again, annoyed this time because she’d shoved a spoonful of cold food into her mouth. Jungkook stood there, looking displeased.

“Just come back to the table with everyone, ok?”

“No, you’re being a dick.”

“Because I won’t go to the wedding with you? You can find another date, it’s not for months.”

She glared at him, “Yeah? Can I? You’re so sure?”

“Sure I’m sure. You’re great. Who wouldn’t want to go with you?”

“You, apparently.”

He let out a deep sigh, then said, “Look. It’s not like you asked me because you want to go with me, you just don’t want to go alone. I think you’ll be happier if you try to find a date you actually want to take.”

“Yeah that’s so easy–”

“I can help you. And if it doesn’t work, we can go as friends.”

She paused, because he’d basically just agreed to what she wanted and she didn’t trust that. Did he realize he had just agreed to what she wanted?

“What’s that look? You don’t believe me?”

“No I don’t believe you! You just gave me a whole spiel about how that’s a terrible idea because it could stand in the way of your holy grail–”

“Yeah, so I’ll be extra motivated to help you find a date.”

“A good date,” she clarified. “Not like–”

He actually sounded annoyed as he said, “Come on, Alex. I wouldn’t set you up with just anyone.”

“Hm.” That was kinda sweet and soothed her hurt ego. He rolled his eyes at her expression as she considered this. “Fine. You can help me find a better date, otherwise you’re my last resort.”

“Gee, thanks, but fine. Now come back.”

“Why, does Sabina think you were being an asshole?”

“Yeah, and I wouldn’t care but Taehyung thinks so too and then they told Jimin and In’am about it and In’am gave me that look —”

“I would expect you were far more used to that kind of look by now.”

Jungkook picked her plate up for her to hurry her along and scoffed, “What are you talking about? Women think I’m adorable. I mean, the kind of women who want what I’m selling. In’am is not one of those women.”

“Taken?”

“I know which trees not to sniff up, and it’s one of many reasons I’m as successful as I am.”

“In pussy business.”

They’d been walking by some of In’am’s family, who spun and gave them a wild look.

“Fuck…”

“If you get us kicked out before I even get an intro to–”

“You already saw someone you’re interested in?!”

“I didn’t plan on it but it is a party,” Jungkook pointed out. “Oh come on…”

“Just make sure it’s not a bridesmaid you’re going to have to work with on wedding stuff for the next six months…”

It was a bridesmaid. That didn’t bother Jungkook, and he’d convinced her to sneak off before the end of the party. Which was fine, but sometimes it sucked getting left behind. Like couldn’t he not fuck someone for once? So she didn’t have to bum a ride off one of their other friends?

She definitely needed to find a better date than Jungkook for the wedding. 

“What about him?” 

Alex leaned over but shook her head and pulled away.

Jungkook sighed, “Ok, what about–”

“Nooo, stop showing me pictures,” she complained. She balled up the boxers she’d pulled from the basket and chucked them at his face. 

Usually he would retaliate by slingshotting a pair of her panties back at her, but that would require dropping his phone and losing his place in this “Follows” list. 

“So you want me to just… pick? Traditional but ok–”

“No, I don’t trust you to just pick for me!” she glared at him. “But why are we already talking about this? It’s too early.”

“It might take some time…”

“Asshole.”

“No!” he laughed. “I meant because you’re being so damn choosy!” He scrolled down, paused and clicked on Nick’s profile but… nah, he wasn’t right for Alex, even as a wedding date.

“Yeah because it’s my friend’s wedding! I don’t want to show up with some rando as my blind date.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just a wedding date. This would be a lot easier if you’d just be chill–”

“If you tell me to be chill I will strangle you with your own fucking tube sock,” she threatened.

He just rolled his eyes, “Your puny little hands couldn’t tie that around my throat.”

“I’d stuff it down your throat.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

She launched herself forward, sock in hand, and did her best. Alex had weight to her but it definitely wasn’t enough to budge him when he was sitting on the ground. She tried to use her leg to keep his hand away but Jungkook had done too many years of martial arts to be even a little bothered. He just rolled forward, swept her legs to the side so she splatted on her back, and then pressed her arms down at her sides. 

“Now put the sock in your mouth.”

“Fuck no.”

“Put it in your mouth, I won.”

“I’m not putting your damn stinky sock in my mouth!”

He paused for a moment. Definitely a familiar position for him, but not exactly with Alex. She looked up at him with that challenging glare and he realized maybe he had been a little bossier than he should be with her… and in that position with him towering over like that… She was short. He wasn’t such an asshole that he didn’t know that could make small girls uncomfortable. 

This was, in fact, the most compromising position he’d ever had Alex in. They didn’t really wrestle, though poking, hitting, kicking, and pinching were all common. 

So he almost said a few things at once. “Do it now,” because that’s what he would say to a girl he was going to fuck and they were in the position. “You’re so small,” because she was and always whined and kicked him when he made fun of her for being so small because apparently she thought you could only be small if you were also skinny. She wasn’t skinny but she was short and that still equaled small. And “you’re lucky I’m not going to actually make you lick my sock, you turd,” because that’s what a good friend would say.

Instead what he said was, “Lucky,” and then pushed off of her. 

Of course she wouldn’t drop it and immediately demanded, “I’m lucky? Lucky for what? Lucky you just shattered my leg bones sitting on me like that? I think I need to go to the hospital–”

“Lucky you have me to help you find this date,” Jungkook said and picked up his phone again. Her hair stuck out every which way as she sat up and pushed her glasses back up her nose. He couldn’t help but laugh at the static and reached out to brush it down, but she punched his hand away and sulked at him.

“Ok, what about…” he said, returning to his scrolling. The truth was he didn’t have many male friends she didn’t already know. Their social circles had been nearly identical since middle school. Even when he had done something without her, they usually picked the only friends worth keeping around to add their their mutual group. Usually if Jungkook was going out, Alex was right there with him, unless it was a date. But he dated women, so that didn’t give him many male connections.

Besides, it wasn’t just about finding guys he knew but figuring out who would potentially be a decent enough match for Alex to go on enough dates with her for her to not be weird about the wedding. Because apparently she was being weird about the wedding. Maybe that shouldn’t surprise him. She’d dated so rarely ever, it must still seem like such a big deal to her. He really had thought maybe she just wasn’t interested in that, but now that he knew she was… it made it hard for him to really envision who would be good for her. She’d only had the one barely-boyfriend Yoongi Min and Jungkook had never understood how that even came about anyway. Everything about them seemed wrong together. 

Who might like Alex? It wasn’t that he thought she was hard to like! Actually completely the opposite, she was one of his favorite people in the world. She was great. Funny, smart but also dumb in endearing ways, sometimes cheerful, sometimes grumpy, good cook, loud about her (sometimes terrible) opinions on just about everything, up for a joke and a friendly competition, the same degree of sore loser as he was so she didn’t resent him for it when he was an ass about it. Non-judgmental except about the things it was funny to be judgmental about. Sincere except when she was sulking behind humor. There was no one’s opinion he trusted more or whose support meant more to him. 

But she just didn’t put herself out there like guys were looking for at this point. She wasn’t hot in a mainstream way, but plenty of guys didn’t care about that as long as she made it clear she was actually interested. She looked cute in pictures, she could make a funny dating profile and hook someone, he was sure of it! Even with as weird as she could be, someone would find it charming. The things she complained about herself –her glasses, her weight, her occasional acne, her gremlin nature– weren’t important and if she liked a guy for whom they were important, he was a dick anyway. It wasn’t that. But… she just still needed a special someone and he just didn’t know that kind of special someone for her, so he couldn’t really envision who that person was. But he definitely existed! Somewhere!

He showed her another picture, a guy who might like her, but she grimaced and shook her head.

“You don’t like anyone I’m showing you.”

“I don’t know, you’re only showing me a picture! I don’t know anything about any of them!”

“But do you think they’re hot?”

“Eh… not really,” she admitted.

“What’s your type?”

“Hoseok Jung,” she instantly answered with a sigh. 

“So like… long-faced 5s who wish they were kpop idols–”

“What?! How dare you?! He’s not a fucking five ! He’s at least a nine with blonde hair, definitely a 10 with his dark hair.”

“Uh huh, on a scale of–”

“You’re like a 6.”

“Six,” he repeated, leveling a look at her. “ Six . I am not a six .”

“Really? Because I’m looking at you and–”

“I’m at least an eight. If I was a little taller, nine, easy–”

“Ok that’s so funny though. Like you’re going to argue with my six but not even have the ego to say you’re a ten–”

“Well, if I could grow a beard maybe,” he mused, running his fingers along his skin. He hadn’t shaved in two days and barely had any stubble to show for it yet. “This baby face is a blessing and a curse–”

“Your baby face isn’t the problem, it’s the stupid abs you’re trying to convince the world you have. You’re just flat. Eat a fucking cheeseburger already.”

“So you’d rate me higher without abs…”

“Eh… no, probably not. Six seems right for you.”

“Ok, four.”

He’d meant it as a joke. A joke . Because she was saying he was a six! And she didn’t give a shit what he thought about her looks! But there was a moment before she responded, and in that moment he realized that maybe even Alex wouldn’t think a joke like that was funny.

“Four as in the number of items from these laundry baskets you’ve even touched?” she asked, kicking one towards him. “I’m not folding it all myself!”

“I was joking. You aren’t a four. Obviously you aren’t a four or–”

“God, if you feel like you have to clarify, that’s so much worse. I don’t need you trying to convince us both that I’m hot. I may not be like the girls you go after but someone else will find me hot. Someday.”

“Yeah! Wait, I mean–”

“Fold the fucking laundry, Jungkook.”

Now he felt like an asshole and tossed his phone aside to do that, but tried to make it better by asking, “Do you want me to tell you the things I think are pretty–”

“Jesus Christ, no I don’t. That would be weird for both of us. My feelings aren’t hurt you don’t think I’m hot… it’d be way weirder if you did.”

“Ok…”

“You’re not my type either so… damn, I hope Hoseok doesn’t think I’m just a four…”

Jungkook had no way to predict what Hoseok thought. He hadn’t really read much from his appearance at the arcade. He just seemed kind of bubbly and bland. Probably he’d be great as a Starbucks store manager because he seemed like the kind of person who got way too excited about organizing merchandise and recommending frappuccinos to people.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Jungkook suggested.

“Ask him… to rate my attractiveness–”

“No, ask him out,” he clarified. “You’re shitting on everyone I show you. You think he’s hot. Find out if he thinks you’re hot.”

“I can’t do that while he’s in corporate– and besides, it’d be mortifying when he says no and– and this is my career!”

“Yeah but what if he’s down for it?”

“The wedding is too far away. Even if he said yes, I can’t ask him to go to a wedding with me in six months. He’d get tired of me way before then.”

“Yeah but maybe he’d feel obligated if he’d already said yes–”

“Jungkook! God you’re such an asshole today after I loaned you quarters for the laundry–”

“I’m folding it, aren’t I?” he pointed out, adding another shirt of hers he’d folded to her pile. “Fine, keep him in mind as a backup then. If I don’t find you someone else by a few weeks out, then you can ask him.”

“How is he a back up if he’ll say no?”

“Maybe he won’t say no.”

“But then I’d need to not transfer to his store… I can’t ask him out if he’s literally my boss.”

“Hm… good point… guess it’s now or never?”

“Never. God I’m getting heartburn just talking about it like this. He’s so pretty… he’s definitely not thinking dirty things about me when he sees me…”

“It doesn’t have to be about looks. Your personality is ok–” He broke off as she threw his jeans in his face. He laughed.

“Besides, you’re my backup.”

“You can’t sabotage every suggestion I come up with though.”

“Yeah and you can’t just pawn me off on a piece of shit just so you don’t have to go with me–”

“Hey!” He gave her a sincerely offended look. “I wouldn’t just pawn you off on a piece of shit. That’s why this is harder! I mean, if you would just be casual about the wedding date, there are more guys I’d be ok setting you up with for that but if you want to date first and–”

“I mean I don’t need a boyfriend but yeah I’d like to go on like at least a date before. What if the guy is like an alcoholic and gets too drunk at the wedding? Or causes a scene? Or bails on me to go fuck a bridesmaid?”

“I told you I was going to do that one and you said–”

He wasn’t expecting her sigh, “I guess I was hoping you could just not be a fuckboy for our friend’s wedding. But whatever, that’s between you and Jimin–”

“Are you being… judgy right now?”

“That you care more about sex than celebrating our friends getting married? A little, yeah!”

“I don’t care about marriage, but yeah, Jimin and In’am are great. I’ll be celebrating their romance so many times between all the parties and the wedding and groomsman duties… he doesn’t give a shit if I fuck someone from his wedding as long as it’s not a family member.”

“Ok, whatever…”

“We all have our own ways of celebrating love.”

“Sex isn’t the same thing as love.”

“Sure it can be, even if it’s only for a night. You think I don’t treat the women I’m with well? They feel loved for a night.”

“Jesus Christ,” Alex scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Look, whatever, I didn’t expect you to get all defensive. Fuck whoever you want, I don’t care. I’ll find my own date to the wedding.”

“No, I promised I’d help.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“You kinda do.”

“Maybe I don’t,” she said, glaring. Her glare was so funny. Least threatening glare ever. Her mom had a terrifying glare and it seemed to have skipped Alex completely. 

“Really? You’re going to find a date without my help at all?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah?”

“YEAH,” she said. “So don’t bother.”

Jungkook just put his phone away and went back to folding. She was doing her Big Alex Talking thing right now, but later she’d admit she didn’t actually know anyone. She didn’t do much. She didn’t meet people. He was way more social than she was. Sure, she’d have fun at parties with their friends. She was fun to do things with! Honestly, she was way more fun to do things with than any of their other friends, and he knew that. But she was a creature of habit. She didn’t know shit about dating or meeting people or relationships. 

He looked forward to her crawling back. He’d even be nice about it! Maybe he’d keep looking for ideas while he waited for her to eat crow…

Despite what Jungkook liked to tease her about, Alex actually did have friends he wasn’t a part of. Because Jungkook worked at the Verizon store in sales, he had no concept of fun coworkers. 

But Alex’s coworkers were (mostly) a dream. She loved the people at her store. There was a reason she had stayed in the same store for so long, because even the early shift could be fun if you worked with the right people, and most of the people she worked with were totally the right people. Whether that was singing pop songs through the headsets while on drive-through, or leaving funny notes at closing for the openers to see when they showed up at 4:30 am, or coming up with on-the-fly debates to enlist customer feedback on, or experimenting to make their own new favorite drinks. Alex’s absolute favorite –a soy peppermint white mocha frappuccino– had definitely added some inches to her waistline. But they were just that good, so she’d embraced the additional chub, that’s just the way it had to be. Well, she’d gone through an americano phase for a while to try and cut the calories but that much caffeine had basically turned her into a maniac, so she decided to be happy and docile and embrace the frappuccino padding.

Coworkers at the store did lots of things together –movies, cook outs, pool parties, cookie decorating in the winter, volleyball games. Some went camping together; others went clubbing. Alex didn’t go along to everything, but depending which of her coworkers were going, she’d tag along. They were her friends! Jungkook was far from her only friend! He was also strictly forbidden from sleeping with any of her coworkers, which he said he wasn’t tempted by anyway because everyone smelled like her work clothes. The social circles didn’t mix much anyway.

On this particular beautiful spring day, a handful of her coworkers were heading over to the park down the street from the store to play some volleyball. Alex dragged her feet throughout her shift, deciding whether to go or not, but Amy and Rob begged her to, and Milo said he would only go if she did, and it was really nice out… 

So she was convinced, and headed straight to the park with Milo once their shifts ended.

“Ugh, I feel like I should have gone home to shower first,” she complained. “But if I did, there’s no way I’d get my ass back out of my apartment.”

“We’ll all smell like cocoa powder and espresso, it doesn’t matter. I don’t even notice it anymore. I took this guy on a date the other day and as soon as he got in my car, he was like ‘Either you work at a coffee shop or you have a serious addiction.’”

Alex snickered, “Yeah? Well did the date go well after that?”

“No, totally bombed. He doesn’t even like coffee… So do we all just stink all the time?”

“Could be worse,” Alex pointed out. “I mean there are worse things to smell like.”

“Yeah, but there are better things to smell like too… at least we’ll be outside.”

“Yeah but the others didn’t work yet so they won’t smell like this yet.”

Milo suggested, “It’s probably in our blood by now. We all just sweat espresso. At least we all have each other.”

“You mean to comfort us until we die alone?”

“Yeah exactly. We’ll all get ground up for mulch for cacao plants…”

They reached the park to find the game of volleyball already kicking off, and hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill to the side.

“I hope you scrubbed that grill first!” Alex called, making a beeline for the grill while Milo went to bully his way into the game. She reached the couple of people gathered around it as Amy assured her,

“Yeah we did, are you kidding? We’re great at sanitation!” 

Beside her, who should turn around with a big smile on his face but Hoseok as he agreed, “Yeah, I was already in the groove from scrubbing the new store so I gave it a good once, twice over.”

“Oh. Hey.”

“Don’t look at me like that,” he laughed. “I can be here, I’m officially not corporate anymore!”

“You’re here sharking our employees, huh?” Alex teased.

Hoseok’s smile grew even bigger as he insisted, “No! No! Dan would kill me… everyone knows your group has the tightest staff. Maybe I just want to learn how to recreate that at my store.”

“Tight, huh?” Amy laughed –Amy and Hoseok had known each other since high school. But Amy had kids young and was a stay at home mom for a while and only worked part time now, while Hoseok had instead gone right into his career. 

Had Alex asked questions of Amy sometimes when they worked the early morning sleepy shift together? Just because she wanted to learn more about Hoseok? …. Maybe.

“Are you really going to complain? I bought the hot dogs!”

Beside them, Oliver snickered, “Yeah because you’re trying to lure us in.”

“I’m not! My intentions are pure! Amy invited me…”

Alex gave them a suspicious look now. Were they…? Amy was a single mom. They’d been friends forever. Amy was a shift lead like her, so she could date an assistant manager at another store…

But as if her thoughts had been read, within minutes Amy mentioned a recent date and Hoseok added that he’d enjoyed babysitting. 

“Ok first batch is done… I think,” Hoseok said, leaning closer to the grill. Alex gasped and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back.

“Don’t put your face near the fire!”

He cried out, “I wasn’t even thinking about it!” He shook his head, “Ahh, you’ve got the common sense skills…”

“... To go work for you?” she laughed.

“I’m not trying to– why does everything think I’m trying to shark people? I thought I could still hang out even though I’m an assistant store manager–”

“You can hang out,” Oliver assured him. “You’re cool.”

“Are you going to play volleyball?” Alex asked him. “That’s where the true trial begins…”

Hoseok glanced at the sand pit nervously as he lifted hot dogs from the grill with tongs and set them on the plate Alex held out, “Ah, well… I’m not very good…”

“Most of us aren’t good,” she admitted.

Oliver glared at her, “Speak for yourself, I’m basically pro.”

“Then why are you hovering around the hot dogs instead of out there?”

“Uh because free food?”

More free food was showing up. Andrea brought a batch of brownies –confirmed free of both nuts and pot. Priyya brought an industrial-sized case of Jell-o cups because her parents had a Costco membership. Chesley produced a massive bag of baby carrots, “So y’all can get your veggies today and not live on carbs and coffee. I’m worried about everyone’s shits.”

Alex tried to not be pathetically obvious that she was hanging around Hoseok. She really did. She kept reminding herself that just because it kind of felt like he was hanging around her too didn’t mean anything. She was probably imagining it. He was just so nice and friendly and open with everyone!

He asked about her family as they ate because apparently he remembered that her brother had just moved to Italy –”not the brother I met at the arcade though,” he clarified, forcing her to facepalm and admit that wasn’t actually her brother, just her best PLATONIC friend. He smiled like he had known they weren’t siblings but wanted to be nice and she felt the need to insist again it was just a platonic friendship, and then admit her friend was a fuckboy and not into her.

“He’s so hot though,” Jayme sighed. 

Alex snorted, “Is he? Not my type at all.”

“Oh, what’s your type?” Hoseok asked, then clapped his hand to his mouth and laughed, “Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t ask that… I’m just caught up in the gossip!”

“Yeah, what is your type?” Amy asked, nudging her arm. “You like, outgoing…”

“Sure…”

“Hardworking.”

“Uh huh.”

“You look so uncomfortable,” Andrea laughed.

“Yeah, I don't know! None of you ever cared about my dating life before! Leave me alone!”

“Because there’s no dating life to discuss,” Oliver grinned at her.

“Hey I get enough of that shit at home. I’m not against dating, I’m just… picky I guess…”

“As you should be,” Hoseok insisted. “Don’t settle! You deserve to not waste your time with someone.”

“Yeah.” She took a massive bite of her hot dog and mumbled with a mouthful, “Thanks.”

People ate in waves, and once she’d finished, Alex thought she should probably give Hoseok space and not make obvious she was hovering. Besides, some people like Kacy might be shitty if they picked up on it; it wouldn’t be the first time she’d talked shit about Alex…

So Alex went to join the next round of volleyball, taking up position at the front of the net where she hoped most of the balls would go over her head anyway. 

But when the first ball sailed over the net, it came right for her. She flailed and managed to pop it back up into the air but couldn’t hit it again, so she dove out of the way. Hoseok was right there to hit it, barely tipping it over the net as everyone yelled.

“Oh!” She hadn’t even realized he’d come to play as well and it left her flustered when he held his hand out to help her up.

“Wait, your team has too many people!” Chesley pointed out.

Hoseok laughed, “Alex and me are only one person.”

“Yeah, they suck, let ‘em stay.”

“This is maligning the sanctity of–”

“I’ll malign your sanctity, just throw the ball!” Amy challenged and clapped her hands. 

So Chesley did. And Hoseok and Alex did not exactly make him regret it. She had a couple good saves, there was that in her favor at least! And Hoseok too kept the ball from being lost at least once. 

Afterwards Alex joked, “You’d never guess I played volleyball when I was a kid, huh?”

“You’re so fast!” Hoseok argued instead. “Wow, it was so impressive though! You dive right across the court!”

She flushed at what seemed like sincere flattery. God, he was just so nice . And hanging out, it was easy to remember that he was more than his job –previously in corporate and now an assistant store manager. 

“You know what I used to play?” he continued. “Tennis.”

“Oh, yeah?” Rich kid , she immediately thought, which was not what she had previously expected of him. It did not occur to her he might just have been lazy like Jungkook. Though he did dress nicely when he came by the store to say hi to Amy or Craig, who he also was pretty close with. He’d looked nice at the arcade. He looked nice in his social media profiles, though she was too shy to actually friend him and see anything other than his public posts, which weren’t many.

“I wanted to be a pro for a while in elementary school,” he continued as they walked together to get drinks. “I won bronze in a tournament.”

“Woah! Really!”

“There were four people,” he admitted, clapping his hands as he laughed at himself.

“So not last!”

“Ah, I knew you’d say that. You’re a funny person who’s also nice.”

A funny person who’s also nice. The death knell of romantic hope. Funny and nice. He might as well have just shoved her away from him as they walked. 

Sigh.

But it wasn’t like that was unusual. She knew that. She didn’t even know how much older he was, but at least a couple of years, and further along in his career. And beautiful. And nice and funny but also lots of other things too.

She had planned to go home by this time, since she’d worked all day, but found herself bullied into staying. Some were debating whether to go to the pool at Chesley’s apartment building. Some were debating a movie. Some weren’t thinking of leaving at all, just letting conversation take them wherever. An hour flitted away like that, and then Alex decided she really ought to head home.

“I know, but I open tomorrow!” she complained, pushing up from the grass where they’d stretched out. Her legs itched. She still needed to walk back to her car too, which she’d left up the street at work.

“Yeah, I need to head out too, my girls should be getting back from their dad’s,” Amy said. Apparently Hoseok had ridden with her, because he stood too and thanked everyone for letting him hang out and seemed genuinely pleased when they said he wasn’t so bad for an assistant manager.

As they started to walk, he sighed, “I know I won’t be able to hang out like this with the people in my store though, huh?”

“Depends who’s in your store,” Amy insisted. “Lots of managers I wouldn’t want to be around outside of work, but you’re one of the good ones.”

“I wouldn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable though…”

“How could you make anyone uncomfortable?” Alex demanded. 

“Ah well thanks…”

“Hey, do you two want to come over to my house for dinner?” Amy asked. “I’ve got space at the table.”

Embarrassed if Amy felt the need to invite her along, Alex quickly insisted, “I’m probably all set from those hot dogs–”

“Yeah, but what about tomorrow?”

“Amy,” Hoseok glared. Which confused Alex. She suddenly felt like something was happening she didn’t understand. 

Amy actually laughed, “Well? Do something then!”

“I don’t want to…”

“Yeah, no one ever wants to listen to me!” Amy sighed dramatically and then quickened her step to leave them behind.

Now thoroughly confused, Alex admitted, “I don’t know what she’s talking about. I just didn’t want to invite myself along– I know you two are friends and–”

“Yeah, we’re friends,” Hoseok agreed. “Sometimes she gets pushy. She’s just trying to help me but… well…”

“Help you what? Make friends? You really shouldn’t feel like it wasn’t ok for you to hang out with us. Even if it doesn’t feel right at your own store, it’s not a big deal with us. We all like you and you aren’t in charge of us.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Me? Of course not, why would I mind?”

“Ok, that’s good.”

They walked half a block in silence. And Alex just had that weird feeling like maybe she wasn’t weird for feeling like what had just happened was weird. Was Amy trying to help her spend more time with Hoseok?! Had she figured out from Alex’s vague and infrequent questions that she had a crush?! Shit! 

But… But Amy and Hoseok were friends. She wouldn’t nudge Alex towards something if there wasn’t the possibility it was welcome…

But how could it be welcomed? He was so…

“Hey, how old are you?” Alex asked impulsively. “I’m allowed to ask that, right?”

Hoseok laughed, “It’s only illegal if you’re hiring me.”

“ You’re the assistant store manager.”

“But not yours!”

“Yeah, are you going to grief me if I don’t come to your store?”

“You made up your mind already, huh? And I’m twenty-nine.”

Oh. That wasn’t as much older than her as she thought. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I think it would be a lot of fun to work with you,” she said. Was that flirty? Was she flirting? Was she doing this right?! God, she was insane, there was no way he wanted her to flirt with him… he was just looking for employees…

“Yeah, I think so too,” Hoseok said. “But I get it. You’re happy at your store and you’re doing really well. You like being a shift supervisor?”

“I do! Yeah.”

“So you’re definitely not coming to my store.”

Fuck. Was she really saying that? Well, she could say no and then always change her mind later… she doubted Hoseok would grief her if later she asked to transfer, though it might not be his call anyway. And probably he wouldn’t even be an asshole if she asked him out right now and it was totally unwarranted. It wasn’t like against company policy or anything though–

“Hey, can I ask you a hypothetical question?”

“Sure.”

“This is totally hypothetical, not about anyone you know,” she said. “But I didn’t know what to tell my friend and they’re worried they’ll get in trouble for asking.”

“Oh,” he said, looking very serious.

“Can a shift lead date a shift lead or even like a store manager at another store?”

Alex really felt like she might shit her pants. It wasn’t just her stupid feelings on the line right now, but also possibly her career. Maybe she’d have to leave Starbucks and go work at fucking Verizon with Jungkook. She would be surly and not good at it.

“Yes, that’s not against company policy,” he said. “Level differences in dating just can’t be in the same store, or in a store and corporate. Peer-relationships in a store have to be disclosed and ideally someone transfers to a different store. But at different stores, there’s no issue with it.”

“Oh ok, thanks. I figured you have the handbook memorized and everything.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not going to your store,” she said. 

“Yeah, I get it, how many times do you need to reject me?” he joked.

“Do you want to get dinner tomorrow? Not with Amy though, just with me…”

FUCK! She was really asking this! 

He immediately laughed and she died, but just as quickly he assured her, “No, I can’t believe it. I was going to ask you that!”

“You were going to ask me out?”

“But I didn’t know if it was ok with you and if you were thinking about coming to my store I didn’t want to risk making you uncomfortable but–”

“Wait, really ?”

“No?”

“Sorry, I’m having a hard time processing this right now–”

“Your own question?” he laughed.

“I didn’t expect you to say yes!” she admitted. “I just expected to make you awkward and uncomfortable and I was already planning my resignation letter in my head–”

“From the whole company?!”

“Yes! Wait… wait did you say yes?”

His whole face lit up; he laughed with his whole body. He did not seem to think she was being a loser about all of this. He just looked amused and… happy.

“Yes, yeah,” he said. “Let’s get dinner tomorrow and uh… do you want to see a movie? Do you like movies?”

“I like movies.”

“What kind of movies?”

They’d reached the parking lot now though, where Amy was waiting in her car with the music up. They decided to trade numbers and discuss movies and dinner over text. She actually watched Hoseok type his number into her phone. She actually received a smile from Hoseok as he said bye and headed towards the call. She was actually going on a date with Hoseok.

She couldn’t wait to get home and lord it over Jungkook! He was never going to believe she’d been the one to ask him out!

She got into her car as Amy and Hoseok drove away. Her radio had been left on and blasted. She hurried to turn it off but actually the shock of a loud noise was welcome because it proved this wasn’t a dream. Had that really just happened? Had she asked Hoseok out? And he’d admitted he wanted to ask her out?! That couldn’t be true, right? She’d just hallucinated…

But she looked at her phone and saw his name and number, entered by his own finger.

“HOLY FUCK!”

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#jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook x oc #jungkook smut #jungkook f2l #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bangtan smut #bts smut #jungkook fanfiction #fuckboy au #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook series #jungkook/reader #jungkook/oc #jungkook

[pentagonieslut]

DKB REACTION UN

s/o being naked for the first time

gn!reader (except yuku is female due to scenario)

requested by 🐇 anon !!

enjoy!

dongil

so cute, he's happy that you decided to strip in front of him

..not really. he purposely walked in to watch you get naked

licking his lips like he's dehydrated

"so. since i already saw you in just skin, can i hit?"

you're so mad at him, you ignore him for a week

"baby please forgive me"

chocolates and a card that begs for sex

don't judge. him, jeongsik, and changmin will be in the stu for the next comeback so he needs something

changmin

you didn't realize he was in the shower

so you walked in ass naked

he heard the door open and looked up

smiling so mf hard, his jaw might break

"baby, i'm in here! wanna join?"

you were cold so you didn't care at this point

"sorry love, didn't know."

"don't worry, i didn't see anything"

jeongsik

HIS NECK TATTOO IN SOBER FUCK ME UGH

he was working out like usual and glanced up to see you staring into space whilst eating chips

you were in his zip up hoodie he bought since he was obsessed with oversized clothing

also thought he would be a comedian and hide only your underwear

standing in front of you, he placed a kiss on your nose

HIS CHEEKY FUCKING HAND

"oops. looks like the button is broken..let me eat you"

pushing him away in annoyed

he pushes you down and chris brown's 'take you down' plays in the background like a sitcom

get comfy on the counter; he loves your bodyline

gwang hyun

chicken eating competition

your robe was slipping off slowly

you didn't notice it until you finished both boxes

gwang hyun still had the first leg in his hand

"god you're beautiful-- i mean a beast. shit!"

has to walk away to cool down

comes back and stares at you

"your sexy level reached infinite level"

heechan

"i- sorry- go ahead"

you laughed and allowed him in

the sex fiend was so shy

"uh"

finds the stocks article interesting when he hates looking at it

sings a random ass song

"chipotle?"

"why so shy?"

sungmin

sleeping but opened one eye when he heard you get out of bed

noticed you changing quickly and his brow raised unintentionally

decides to question it when he's fully awake

thinks your ass looks good and wonders how it'll bounce

straight fucking liar

"did you leave for work? i was out cold"

lewd dreams not barbie dreamz

he'll get you by surprise though don't worry

junseo

he's technically already seen you naked

bear hugs you and whispers

"let's do it before i have to go to dance"

and so, you do it

he praises your body and coos

can't stop touching you

soft skin, his favourite

became feral and is willing to skip dance

you force him away after a while and struggle to close the door before you really can't make it to work yourself

yuku

lowkey mad you didn't tell him about the photoshoot

you both were doing sexy modern traditional kimono shoot

your kimono was showing a lot of shoulder and even a slight peek of your chest

in changing room, you changed into the other one and applied more lipstick and perfume

"please don't let anyone take more photos of your boobs except me"

defiant and lowers both sleeves of the kimono halfway down your arms

so sexy oh wow (BRAVE please let DKB do the sexiest of sexy concepts i'm begging you. like full on horny at first scene bbs, abs, muscles, backs, tongues, choreographed sex, sweating, in song moaning, so hot international bbs are the only ones able to watch the mv, i will even buy all versions of the album and only listen to just that specific album for the rest of the year, dilf core, bimbo core bbs, ass shaking, sugar daddy x sugar baby au)

harry june

bath time oishii-kunare

busts in and is ready to jump in

shrieks in slight shock

"sorry! i'll come back!"

slams door before you can even invite him

too bad

could've gotten sucked

comes back in

"let me join you"

#kpop #dkb #kpop imagine #dkb imagine #dkb smut #dkb junseo #dkb d1 #dkb echan #dkb harry june #dkb teo #dkb lune #dkb heechan #dkb yuku #dkb gk #kpop smut drabble #kpop smut #d1 smut #junseo smut #gk smut #teo smut #echan smut #lune smut #heechan smut #yuku smut #harry june smut #pentagonieslut anon <3 #pentagonieslut #dkb smut drabble #🐇 anon

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

A liveblog of a rewatch of my favorite lesbian film (Fucking Åmål)

Agnes having a "secret diary" on her computer it's so 90s.

"I am subtle about my crush on Elin" Meanwhile her diary:

It's so fucking funny how the first scene with Elin is her just POURING MILK OVER HER SISTER BECAUSE SHE DARED TO TAKE THE LAST OBOY (that's a chocolate drink) She's so impulsive and just says and does stuff all the time.

Everyone has known someone like Elin. And she was often the really annoying girl irl, but she's also just so young and naive and you can see there's just something else behind all of that.

Agnes' mom wanting her to have a party and AGNES DOESN'T WANT TOOOO AAAAUGGGHHH AND SHE DOES THIS BECAUSE OF HER MOM

Johan is so fucking awkward. He really tries to hit on Elin and she just disses him. Literally she doesn't want a ride and he's like "but you can carry the helmet if you want" HELP

NOT THE GIRAFFE NECK GIRL

Her name is Camilla but I call her giraffe neck girl because

Agnes... girl... stop doodling Elin's name you're not subtle

Victoria is so deeply afraid Agnes is gonna hit on her. Like. Agnes: So the french word for "bus"? Victoria: PUSS?! (this is the swedish word for "kiss") Agnes: ?? Agnes: Bus. Victoria: OH

Elin's lines in the cafeteria always cracks me up so much

Tfw you're grounded because you "accidentally had no pants on"

Listen like. I understand Agnes' mom, she just wants her daughter to have some friends. But she really does not understand her.

Oh no not the ableism... yikes

Agnes :((

Agnes litting up when she finds out Jessica and Elin have come over awwwwwwww

Not her mom giving them wine????

AGNES' COMPUTER IS ON AGNES HONEY GET A PASSWORD good thing Elin didn't see her diary cause.

Elin hearing the rumour about Agnes being a lesbian and her immediate thought is "Cool. I'm gonna be that too".

The 90s homophobia is strong, but some of these lines are so funny for no reason?? like?? Elin: What do I get if I kiss her? Jessica: AIDS, probably

Agnes' reaction to getting kissed by Elin isn't "omg I got kissed by my crush" it's shock, it's "what the fuck happened", and then when Elin and Jessica laugh and run away she just sits there. Not knowing how to feel. It's realistic.

Noooo Elin feeling so bad about it immediately and wanting to go back to apologize :(

Elin: *vomits* Johan: Fuck, you're so hot Elin:

Honestly same because who tf says this after you just have thrown up

Also how is this not a meme:

Fuck the self harm scene... aaaaaaaa I always forget it exists

Elin throwing rocks at the window :3

Ok I decided to translate my favorite exchange cause it's sooo

Tag your ship

Omg their talk about what they wanna be when they grow up <33

Elin: Do you think I am pretty enough to be a model?

Elin: Why are you so weird. Sorry for asking, but... you are weird. Agnes: You're weird, too. Elin: I want to be weird. Or... not weird, but I don't wanna be like everyone else. This exchange <33 They can be weird together

"It's just because you live in fucking Åmål" OOOOOOO

Elin is here with her dumb questions and Agnes is just

Let's go spontaneous trip to Stockholm woooooo

Imagine what would've happened if they actually went to Stockholm. THAT would have been a different movie.

AGNES GIVING HER A LITTLE KISS BEFORE GOING HOME

Not Jessica eating up all the chips because "otherwise their mom will wonder" and Elin is like "?? can't we be home without having eaten chips?"

ELIN MOANING IN HER SLEEP

Victoria is such a savage tbh.

"Good luck with Elin"

AAAAAAAAAAA JESSICA STOP BEING SO NOSY LET HER CALL HER!!

And Agnes will wonder why Elin isn't calling :( And Elin just WANTS to call but her nosy (but rightfully protective) sister is in the way :(

AND NOW ELIN HAS TO PRETEND SHE'S INTO JOHAN

Elin: Mom, I'm a lesbian Her mom: What?! Elin: Elin: Elin: Nah, I'm just joking

Not the random 30 second masturbation scene?? I mean this film has a very realistic portrayal of teenagers but. Well. At least it was just a zoom in on her eyes and not much else.

God living in a small town like these... everyone knows everyone...

NOT ELIN HANGING UP WHEN AGNES CALLS NOOOO her internalized homophobia :(

Agnes' dad sees so well that something is wrong and she can't tell himmmm

Elin: I wanna be a psychologist Jessica: YOU NEVER TOLD ME THAT

So I know Jessica is just looking out for her, they kind of only have each other, but also she needs to give her some fucking privacy

Jessica: You get everything you want Elin: WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT I WANT? THE ANGST

Agnes' mom reading her diary AAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHYYYY

You know there's nothing to do in the small town when the teenagers play BINGO

Elin calling Johan from the OTHER ROOM to break up with him

Not the "you can't stand on an A-well because it means bad"

"No, I'm not feeling anything. No anal sex."

"I'm in love with someone else" AAAAAAA

THE CINEMATIC MIRROR WHEN AGNES HAS BEEN STARRING AT HER SCHOOL PHOTO ALL MOVIE AND NOW ELIN DOES THE SAME

Elin wanting to throw rocks at the window again and BREAKING THE WINDOW AND THE MUSIC JUST ABRUPTLY STOPS

TOILET CONFRONTATION LET'S GOOOO

Elin is so bad with words but god she tries... honey...

UGH and everyone outside banging on the door thinking she has a boy in there.

In this movie, no one comes out of the closet, they come out of the school restroom

"Ta da! Here is me, and this is my new girl! Could you move? We're gonna go and fuck!"

Wrote history!

"Fucking" means drinking oboy lmao

Elin just infodumping how she has too much chocolate powder in her milk

I really wonder what happens later. When they go back to school the next morning. When Agnes goes home to her mom who has read her diary. When Jessica finds out. But at the same time, it ends so sweetly. Right now it's only them and no one else.

This movie is really cheaply made. It's shot like it's some secret person recording these kids. It's awkward zooms and hectic cuts. But it also adds to the charm. It makes it feel... real. Like we're seeing them right now in these moments, not putting up an act.

Also, campy movies are the best movies :D

#fucking åmål #show me love #show me love 1998