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#i dont have all the school supplies i need for tomorrow oops

wh6res · 3 years

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three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.

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ATEEZ Seonghwa: Werewolf Headcanon!

Note: This is for Mars ( @milkyateez )’s Halloween prompt thing! IDK WHAT TO CALL IT LMAO This is a scenario (how you met werewolf seonghwa) + Headcanon so yeah— BE READY FOR FLUFF AND sorta ANGST! Enjoy!

# of Words: i dont know folks

Warning (s): mention of smol blood (just a stain + scar)

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Seonghwa is a arctic wolf :D

He was going to be the next leader of his family’s pack

But I’ll explain why he isnt going to be the next leader soon

maybe in another scenario thingy or timestamp

He’s pretty resourceful and helps out everyone

unless they mess with his pack or friends

He helps everyone with so many different tasks

Need help grocery shopping? Yeah he’s here

Need to shop for new clothes? Lets go Seonghwa is there to help

Need to get food? Because you forgot to cook lunch/dinner Yes hello Chef Seonghwa has arrived

His family (for this au) consist of him, his mom, his dad and his little brother, Park Seoho not oneus yall

He cares about his little brother more than anything

He was 12 when baby Seoho was born

And when he was born, he vowed to protect him to matter what

His parents cared about Seoho.. But they only cared about Seonghwa becoming a great Leader of the Star Pack.

Seonghwa was honored to be the next leader of his pack

Its just that its a lot of pressure to be the best leader he can be

He had been training for his whole life to be somewhat like his father

but nicer and sweeter!

moving on

Lets move on to the brothers’ relationship :DDDD

Seoho is a innocent lil baby and Seonghwa is his caring and protective older brother

Ever since he was pup he watched over him

He helped him go to his first day of preschool

He helped him choose his first outfit

His first lunchbox

His first backpack

Literally his first everything

He was the only one who spent his first birthday with him

Now (2019) Seonghwa is 21 and Seoho is 9

Lil baby Seoho is starting 4th grade 😱😱😱

Seoho is so excited and he has his outfit ready, his backpack (with his adorable winter themed supplies) and his lunchbox :D

Everything a lil baby needs to survive fourth grade

Seonghwa’s parents, once again won’t be coming with Seoho on his first day

As Seonghwa was preparing his lunch, Seoho tugs on his pants frowning

“Hyung.. Do mommy and daddy not love me?”

Seonghwa froze for a moment before putting down his knife that he was using to cut up apples

He kneeled down and patted his brother’s head

“Seoho, Mom and Dad love you so much” he said

“They’re just really busy”

Seoho continued to frown as he turned away from his brother’s gaze

“Lying isn’t good hyung”

Seonghwa was about to say he wasnt before Seoho continued

“They said they were going to give me away to another pack..”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened and he suddenly hugged his brother

“They won’t give you away.. I promise you.”

“Now come on, we gotta get you to school!”

Seoho jumped in excitement and grabbed his backpack as Seonghwa finished packing up his lunch

okay now at school — WHERE SEONGHWA MEETS YOU

once the two boys arrived at school

teachers were already heading inside to their classrooms

one teacher however was still waiting for her last student

that one teacher was...

YOU

You held your clipboard that had all your student’s names on it

also you’re a new teacher oop-

You kneeled down and asked one of the kids

“Do any of you know Park Seoho?”

The students stayed silent until you heard a voice behind you

“Are you Miss [L/n]?”

You quickly stood up

almost falling but shhhhhhh

And you nodded

“Yes I am”

The man who was in front of you smiled and bowed

“I apologize... It took a while for me to figure out where my brother’s school was..”

You looked behind him and saw a small boy holding a lunchbox that was covered in sticker crystals plus a backpack that was covered with snowflake designs

“Are you Park Seoho’s brother?” You asked

He nodded and pushed his brother forward gently

“I’m Park Seonghwa. Its nice to meet you Miss [L/n].”

Seoho then bowed to you and smiled

“Hi Miss [L/n]! I look forward to being in your class!”

You giggled at the young boy’s cuteness and patted his head

“I look forward to having you in my class Seoho!”

Seonghwa smiled gently and then let go of his brother’s hand

which Seoho was holding onto tightly

“I’ll see you after school, okay bud?”

Seoho smiled up at him and then at you

and then back to Seonghwa

“Okay! Bye hyung!”

You smiled and finally got all of you students in a line

Seoho being in the front

and you all started walking to your classroom

after school

it was a few hours after school and Seoho was still there

Waiting for Seonghwa to come

You were still there

bc you were hanging up the kiddos’s art pieces

and you were about to leave when you saw Seoho

You tried thinking of his brother’s name but you couldnt so

You sat down next to the young boy and asked

“Is your mommy or daddy coming to pick you up?”

Seoho sighed and stared at the ground

“Seonghwa-hyung picks me up...”

“Mommy and daddy never do..”

You frowned and patted his shoulder

“Im sure he’ll be here soon! Don’t worry Seoho”

“I’ll be here to wait for him with you”

Seoho then smiled and hugged you

“Thank you Miss [L/n]!”

You guys just sat there talking for about an hour more before Seonghwa arrived, panting

He also had a smol wound (like a scar) on his cheek and a blood stain on his hand

“I-Im so sorry! I lost track of time!”

“Its fine hyung! Miss [L/n] stayed with me!”

He looked towards you and bowed

“Thank you so much-“

“What happened?”

You suddenly asked

“How did you get that scar?”

Seonghwa then froze before asking

“W-What scar?”

“The scar on your right cheek.”

Seoho then looked up and saw it too

“Hyung! What happened?”

“I-Its nothing Seoho, nothing-“

You kneeled down and smiled at Seoho,

“Can you get your brother to sit down and wait while i get the medicial supplies?”

The little boy nodded then dragged Seonghwa to one of the benches while you grabbed the medicial supplies to at least cover up the smol wound

“Don’t worry Hyung! Miss [L/n] will take good care of you!”

He stared at his brother and sighed

“If you trust her then I do too..”

You then came back out with some medical supplies to help clean up his wound

“This may hurt a bit.. But Seoho can hug you while I clean up the scar right?”

Seoho nodded eagerly

“Yes I can!”

He then wrapped his smol arms around Seonghwa as you cleaned up the wound and put a bandaid on it

“And there we go” You smiled

“All clean and it should heal up soon.”

Seoho then started jumping up and down with joy

“Yey! Hyung is all better!”

Seonghwa chuckled at his brother and ruffled his hair

“Thank you Miss-“

“Just call me [Y/n]”

He smiled

“Thank you [Y/n].”

He then took Seoho’s hand and walked out of the gates

“Bye Miss [L/n]! See you tomorrow!”

“Bye Seoho!”

You then walked to the office and the boys then started walking home

while they are walking

Seoho was skipping alongside his brother

“Seonghwa hyung, do you have a crush on Miss [L/n] already?”

“N-Now how do you know about crushes?” Seonghwa asked

“My classmates were talking about them during lunch!”

“So do you have a crush on her hyung?”

Seonghwa sighed and smiled

“Maybe I do Seoho, Maybe I do.”

#jae.writes #ateez werewolf #ateez werewolf au #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #seonghwa werewolf #seonghwa werewolf au #ateez seonghwa werewolf au #jae.scenarios #jae.hc

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pbandjesse · 4 years

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My allergies are still bothering me today. They are not as bad as they were yesterday. I dont feel as miserable. But they take it out of me. I just woke up from an hour nap.I still had a pretty good day.

I slept alright but getting up was hard. James drove me to work and I loved my new dress, and I wore some of the earrings mom gave me on sunday. But my hair was bothering me because it was so humid. But its all good.

James dropped me off and I brought the rest of the paper for larger projects. I lugged that over to the office and basically threw it on the ground because I didnt have a good grip on it. Oops. I checked in with Alexi and she wasnt sure if they were throwing me in with a group and I was like. Half the day?? But it ended up that I wasnt with a group and I was good to just have my day.

And that was excellent. It was really hot and I was tired. But I spent the first 2 hours just cleaning. Moving furniture. Organizing supplies. Just making the space really nice. I still want to get an outdoor rug for the cement floor. But moving the furniture helped a lot.

Around 1030 I felt dizzy and a little overwhelmed. So I took a break. I was feeling bad all of a sudden and it had me upset.

So I rested. I had a podcast on, but I slept lightly for like a half hour. And that helped my mood for the rest of the day. I made some lemonade and went and sat with the group that was doing the project in the front of the art building. It was my group from tuesday! So I was happy to sit with them for a few minutes. But I also went back in to do more cleaning and prep work.

I had my lunch. And got to work on some loom making and string sorting. Charlotte and Alex came knocking and were on the search for 2 missing lunchables. They were pretending to be FBI agents and it was very silly. They were also telling everyone they were in charge now because all the office staff were dealing with something off of the camp property. The horse camp girls were out on a trail ride and one of the horses stepped on a wasp nest and a bunch of the girls and horses got stung. Which sounds terrifying. I heard an ambulance was called but I dont actually know. Very scary. I have not had a bad sting or anything this summer. Lets hope that trend continues.

I spent the afternoon working on the sewing machine Jess gave me. And man. This was a frustrating one. I couldnt figure out the tension. I couldnt find a manual online. I was just getting really frustrated. It took me almost an hour but I finally got the thing to work! The tension is on the front of the machine and I had to loop the tread around that and then back up to the places I would normally thread. Its still not perfect. I broke 4 needles and it jams all the time. But I think with patience I will be able to get a few kids on the machine next week. Well see. Im excited for the possibility.

I asked James to come get me at 430. And he did just that. But in the meantime I spent the last half hour of the day in my hammock. Some kids had been in them chilling for an hour so I just let them while I sewed my quilt from last year. I got some rows for top stitching done. And I will try to do more tomorrow. I want to have some not complete next week that I can use as an example for the kids. I would love to have them make a quilt square but that could be asking a lot. Well see. Maybe Ill make that a plan for later?

Once I was done cleaning I went and talk to Alexi and Heather about school kids and stuff around that. Its still unclear if its happening. And now the governor is saying schools can open and everything is thrown into chaos again. No one is ready to go back to school. Everyone has prepared for online learning. Why are they doing this. So its all very confusing. I hope they have some kind of programing. So that I will have some kind of a job. But I honestly dont know whats going to happen.

When I got in the car with James we talked about it. He said if I dont work as long as Im feeling fulfilled at home, making art, trying making youtube videos, taking care of myself, he's not worried. He needs a job to feel complete, but I dont. So Im mostly just worried that he would feel taken advantage of. I dont want him to feel like that at all. So fingers crossed I guess?

We stopped for burgers on the way home. Had dinner in the living room. I tried to play animal crossing but the controller wasnt working well and I just felt frustrated. I laid on the couch with James for a while but at 6 I was like. Yo I am very tired.

So I slept until 7. Then James was like wake up! And I was like 15 more minutes! And then 10 more minutes! But I got up eventually and he gave me a very small cheese cake. And we have been hanging out in bed since then. The sun is already down. Summer is ending. I am going to go take a shower and get ready for bed.

I have a busy day of many groups tomorrow. I hope it is just a fun day with lots of laughs. For everyone! Goodnight you guys!

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deeton · 6 years

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vent

i swear i never do this. like not just on tumblr like in real life also literally last week i gently touched on the subject of my personal life matters to my proffesor and starting crying. i NEVER cry. why am i like this. anyways im gonna add one of these boys in cuz ig this is gonna be a long mf post

anyways i have no long term goals and i just dont,, fucking care,,, about school. but i love school so much. besides the schoolwork, obviously. but i love it here. i go to school in miami and im from michigan so like it’s actually fucking great. im finishing my sophmore year and writing this post instead of my essay that was due at 11:59 as it’s almost 5:30 am (oops forgot to hit send!) and i have another essay due i got an extention on thats in spanish and then i have my final spanish essay due tomorrow at 9 pm so im just not gonna sleep ig. i voluntarily do the wrong thing. like why . what the fuck. am i in control of my own control? im just so out of balance. and i just donntttt give a shit about anythingggg that i actually need to give a shit about. i wasnt always like this. i mean i use short term goals to get me by. make it to the next festival. make it to the next flight home to be w my parents whom i love dearly. but i dont feel a purpose for anything. i feel like i just want to make people happy and thats it. i just wanna make eveeryone happy. and theyre not. like my brother caused all this drama w my lesbian friends cuz theyre a couple and he deadass asked one of them to fuck behind the others back so now the other girl is salty and wont sell him wax and hes alwaaaaaaaaaays using wax all day every day and he doesnt get out much and his friends are shitty and hes so lonely and it’s so sad cuz hes actually really enjoyable to be around and idk whats goin on in his head. he doesnt believe in 12 steps. he may or may not have taken xans recently after all that work fighting a nasty battle with h for like a year at least. he told me he was thinkin of selling bars i said no dude. like you can just sell wax and not fuck up ppls lives and ik hell take it if he has it cuz thats what i would do. i just want him to have friends

anyways this is the end of my sophmore year of undergrad and it’s the first year where i actually made real live actual friends in mia who actually wanna hang out w me. im michigan i always had friends but each and every one of them is their special kind of wack and makes me sad sometimes but thats life ig???? or could it be better........................... oh except my family friends we’re all on some ride or die shit i love them. but i have friends kinda and it’s awesome but when im alone left w my own thought actively not writing essays i feel like such a piece of shit and im so full of hate. i constantly make hypothetical arguments with people im beefin with and i just make things seem os much worse in my head. i think i hold so much hate for so many people because im supplying it. i hate myself, and im spreading it onto actual stupid ppl who are stupid (thats not hate thats just fax) i dont wanna be gay. i hate myself for being gay. fuck counseling btw im not about that shit thats why im here lol. IDK my parents and family and friends love me for me but i just feel so guilty about it. i feel bad like all the time maybe thats why i look for an escape so much and look forward so heavily to music festivals. im literally awesome tho like im naturally the shit and am really cool and want to make ppl happy but i think i turn a blind eye to this negative side of myself. to be so full of hate it must be out in the open for people to see. i dont know what to do with it, where to put it, or how to destroy it. i just want to destroy myself instead, so instead of turning to drugs and alc, i turn to social media and not giving a shit about my future so that i can destroy my future self since i cant destroy the me who i am rn, otherwise id end up sent to rehab and super addicted to something. i wonder why i have 0 love life and i say im looking 4 love but where it @ tho. ppl just try and use me. and some people who are close to me turn out being weirdly jealous and start being mean and it fucking sucks. i need to meditate on it lol. this sucks, i cant wait to go home but i have to do the work first and i just dont. fucking. want to. 0 motivation. i can barely get out of bed in the morning and when i do thats just where i end up. i just keep telling myself nothing is real but it all is. i use to firmly be a solipsist and say nothing is real but human beings proved me wrong in good and bad ways. i could eat more than i do i just havent been this last couple weeks bc deadlines mostly. fuck school but i love my school. it took me soooooo fucking long to find my people tho like wasted a year of my life so fuck that.

#me #sad #i need to meditate

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thepolyesterprince-blog · 7 years

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5 THINGS REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

5 things you’ll find in my (school)bag

i don’t have a school bag bc i was homeschooled and haven’t started college yet oops so you get things that are in my purse bc close enough

hand lotion

C R U M P L E D R E C I E P T S

my phone

chaptick/something lipstick esque if not lipstick

well its a purse so like..... money (not very much of it lol b u t u kno)

5 things in my bedroom

a trash can that needs taken out, probably

a million clocks why do i have so many i feel like im becoming doc brown

a gazillion papers and pens and notebooks im obsessed w office supplies

?? blankets ??

FOUR BOOKSHELVES FULL OF BOOKS most of which i’ve read

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

act in s o m e t h i n g cool beans

release an album or ep w a band !!

publish a book

have a couple successful youtube channels i have ideas for

be in a long term queerplatonic relationship

5 things that make me happy

MY FRIENDS (Read: y o u)

MY MUSES & WRITING (and just creating tbh)

my KITTIES

SELF EXPRESSION (themeing blogs, putting together outfits, writing lyrics, designing crap idk man just makin stuff thats Me)

M U S I C

5 things that I’m currently into

trying to get my life together (me @ me good luck lol)

me /singing to the tune of the theme/ WKRP IN CINCINNATIIIIIIII

marina & the diamonds & very weirdly obscure indie rock lol

TYPOLOGY ! ! ! !

LOWKEY MUSICALS BC ALL MY FRIENDS ARE SUDDENLY SENDING ME BOOTLEGS OF THEM AND IM DOWNLOADIN THEM TO WATCH AS I HAVE TIME.....

5 things on my to-do list

m e @ m e d o u r f r i c k e n d r a f t s m y g o s h ,

revamp my bullet journal for march bc i kinda slughed off on it in feburary

finish the stuff i need to heckin finish to take college entrance exams and fricken apply bc the registration date is late this year i have six months left rip me @ myself get it the heck together omg

learn to play or write and play a song a month on guitar

FINISH ONE OF MY MULTICHAPTER FICS OR WORK ON ONE OF MY NOVELS JUST WRITE SMTH I COULD PUBLISH SOMEDAY LOL

5 things you may not know about me

i play guitar and ukulele and a teeeeeensy bit o piano (dont look i taught myself and have the wrong form and use the wrong fingers its a mess) (well same for guitar and uke too who am i kidding LOL) I ALSO SING.... P GOOD IF I SAY SO MYSELF IDK i need to have lessons bc i dont know what the hey im doin but st ill,

IM S U P E R into typology like super. into it. i will talk to u about it for days and weeks and months and years if u let me (so dont ever talk to me abt it bc i wont e v e r shut up omg) and i even have a blog abt it here (the queue ran out and i need to fill it again rip but IM HOPIN TO DO THAT TOMORROW ACTUALLY LOL IF UR INTERESTED IN FOLLOWING, ANYONE.....)

i also have a fandom blog abt the show herb here is from !!! here (and its been quite active so far. so far so good. XD)

careers i considered for a hot minute in the past include therapist, set designer, freelance typologist, social media manager, and foley enigneer. all of them would probably end up being something i hated after i actually dedicated my life to it XD

i have type 2b-3a curls depending on the weather and how much they hate me that day and use the curly girl method (well a variation of it) on my hair. regardless of everything i’ve ever done its still always frizzy bc thas my natural hair type- loose wave curls with random rly tight curls that are always frizzy and dont do anything i want. i console myself by telling myself it looks a lil but like lorde’s hair and ppl like her............

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