#i’m very sleepy so if this actually looks like crap it’s not my problem <3

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snooork mimimimi

#.png #qsmp #qsmp slime #qsmp mariana #charlie slimecicle #el mariana #slimeriana #qsmpshipping #no real reason they’re sleeping like this besides i found a ref picture i thought was cute lol #pls ignore the fact that i just didn’t want to draw a bedframe. focus on the gay ppl #okay i’m going to bed now #i’m very sleepy so if this actually looks like crap it’s not my problem <3

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC and The Familiars (But the Familiars Aren’t Actually Familiars)

So I 100% subscribe to the idea that the brothers can turn into their signature animal, but what if they tried to be slick about it?

Lucifer

Alright, all he had to do was visit MC in the human world, no big deal. Just a visit to his favourite human’s home… he’s the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer’s totally got this and isn’t nervous at all.

He poofs himself into their living room and… wait wasn’t knocking on the front door more polite? Agh, that doesn’t matter. Everything was still totally fine, he could hear MC shuffling around in the other room, he just needed to get outside and knock on the front door.

No problem- OH FUCK MC JUST WALKED IN DO SOMETHING-

*poof*

“…Lucifer?” MC was clearly not fooled by Lucifer’s new bird-y form… father dammit.

Okay, he couldn’t be suave and kabedon the human in this form… quick seduce them in another way!

Maybe fanning out his feathers inside wasn’t a good idea, he knocked a couple of things off the coffee table but at least he was fabulous.

MC just raises their eyebrows and rolls their eyes. “Okay, you’re very pretty Lucifer. Happy?”

Lucifer gets some gentle head rubs, ah, this was nice…

He poofs back into his human form and dips MC. Smooth as butter. “Well, it seems you’ve found me out, MC. I’ll just have to take you out on a date as a reward.”

MC giggles and Lucifer just revels in how amazing and clever he is- until MC looks over at the floor.

“You knocked my drink off the coffee table.” “Oh… would you like to go on a date after I clean that for you..?”

Mammon

UGGGGGGGGGGGH MAMMON’S HUMAN WASN’T PAYING ATTENTION TO HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!

MC wasn’t adhering to the very clear “shower Mammon with love and affection” event on their calendar. The event was every day but like- who cares! Mammon had to find out where his human was right that moment and figure out why they weren’t giving him cuddles!

Mammon turned into his crow form and flew right out of the house. Where was that stupid human he loved so dearly? Oh! There they are! Feeding his crows! Awwwwwwwwwww so cute!

Crow-Mammon fluttered down and perched himself next to MC, who was immediately delighted.

“Oh hello there little friend!” MC gently picked Mammon up. “I love your feathers! Aren’t you adorable?”

If crows could blush, Mammon would be bright red. It was all great until his crows started imitating his voice in an attempt to blow his cover!

“Oh that’s right! Mammon would totally adore you!” Wait what?

MC proceeded to rush around the HOL asking all the brothers if they had seen Mammon. Crap… now crow-mammon needed a way to transform back into sexy regular Mammon without alerting his human!

…maybe that could wait a bit… being carried around by MC wasn’t so bad…

Leviathan

Let’s get one thing straight, okay? Levi is a sea snek! A cute little danger noodle! He doesn’t exactly think he’s cute but we know the truth.

He was just swimming around his and Henry 2.0’s gigantic aquarium when MC just barged in without knocking! What kinda normie BULLSHIT-

“Levi? Leviiiiiiiii?” Aw, the human missed him… Levi debated changing back but then decided against it… MC would probably despise him if they found out he wasn’t only a yucky otaku… he was a gross slimy snake too!

MC continued to look around the room while Levi hid in some of his aquarium props. Hiding in his underwater replica of the Lord of Shadows’ castle wasn’t exactly comfortable but it allowed Levi to at least see what MC was doing.

MC suddenly pressed their face against the glass of the aquarium and waved Henry 2.0 over.

“Hey little buddy, do you know where Levi is?”

GAH! 100 DAMAGE! CRITICAL HIT! LEVI HAS FAINTED! TOO MOE! His cute little goldfish and his cute little MC! AAAAAAAAA- oh shit he just transformed back into his normal form-

“Oh! There you are Levi!” MC waved from the other side of the glass. “Come out! Let’s watch anime!”

Satan

He’s not turning into a unicorn. Sorry not sorry.

As cool and terrifying as unicorns are in the Devildom, those stupid human legends ruined their reputations as feared companions to demons.

Whatever, Satan had invited MC over to his room for some 100% family friendly snuggling. He opened up a book and-

Wait why’d he have hooves now..? OH SON OF A BITCH!

The stupid book turned him into his familiar form! He couldn’t change back! Ugh… he needed to calm down, his mane was made of fire and he was in a very flammable environment… the last thing Satan wanted was to burn his books and MC. Wait MC-

“Satan? Is that you?” “…”

Well, at least Satan got some nose scritches… even though unicorns were absolutely terrifying, MC didn’t seem to mind. Though, they burned their fingertips a bit…

Okay… maybe getting pets in his demon form wasn’t all bad…

Asmodeus

Oh MC’s skin was a disaster! Asmo had to do something! All those late night anime binges with Levi were awful, just awful!

MC could be having all night Asmo time but noooooo apparently Princess Tutu was way more fun…

Ah well, time to entice MC into taking care of their skin~

Asmo turned into his adorable little scorpion form and scuttled off to MC’s room. He hopped up on their sink and nudged some lotion towards a very confused MC.

“…what?” “*scuttle scuttle*” “Oh, hi Asmo.”

MC graciously allowed Asmo to guide their bleary eyed self through their morning routine. Being small really helped, it allowed Asmo to get into the very back of the bathroom cabinet, where he found- GASP! MC! IS THAT THE HANDCREAM ASMO HAD GIFTED THEM?!

“*angy scuttles*” “What? I didn’t like the smell.”

The highlight of the morning was when MC picked Asmo up and gave him a hug. :3

Beelzebub

Food… *SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIFF* must consume. It’s coming from behind a locked door- HE NEEDS TO EAT.

Beel transformed and slipped through the crack underneath the door. Hell yeah! Food!

MC was eating takeout, and didn’t invite him… :( oh well, he could eat with them as a fly :)

He leisurely floated down to the food and started nomming.

“Shoo!” MC swatted Beel away. Oh no D: MC whyyyy?

Beel kept flying back, and getting shooed away, it was quite the viscous cycle, well, it was until MC caught Beel under a cup.

Quick! Transform back!

“…Beel. What?” “I’m hungry :(.”

MC just handed him some of their food and went back to eating. Same shit as always…

Belphegor

Moooooooooooooooooooooooo-

Okay, Belphie knew it was comfortable to sleep as a cow when he didn’t have a blanket, he was floofy as a cow! Being floofy is comfortable!

“MCCCCCCCCCCCC. Come snuggle!”

Gasp! MC give cuddles! MC give cuddles and pets to sleepy cow brat!

Belphie likes getting pet behind the ears, THATS the spot… yeah… *content cow sigh*

Side note, cows have very nice eyelashes, Belphie must have nice eyelashes too.

Just snoozing and cuddling… this is how life should be…

The whole gang eventually just ends up napping near or on Belphie, it’s very relaxing. Crow-Mammon on his head, Fly-Beel between his eyes, Snek Levi all curled up on his back, Scorpion Asmo behind his ears, and Lucifer and Satan leaned up next to MC.

They should do this more often…

#obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

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It’ll be ok // fred weasley

Pairing: fred weasley x reader

Summary: the world just seems a little too heavy, but luckily, you have him by your side.

Warnings: it gets just a tad heavy mental health wise / not all of it is proofread so please forgive that

Word Count: 2.6k 

A/N: Hey guys!! Sooo this is my first ever fic on tumblr! I would just like to dedicate this piece to @ickle-ronniekins as it was her and a bunch of talented writers that inspired me to get back to writing, and I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for them!

Also if you like this fic please reblog! It would mean a lot if you did!

This fic is just a huge projection from my own feelings, quarintine has got me in my feels, and I’m sure everyone could do with some Freddie comfort. Enjoy!! <3

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There you were, hunched over various textbooks and pieces of parchment that seemed to cover the whole table. Fred looked up at the clock on the wall above the fireplace and then back down to you. Something in his eyes changed as he walked over to the table, quickly bidding goodnight to George and Lee as they headed up to the dorms.  

Fred sat in the chair next to yours and he couldn’t help to just take a minute to admire you. But from glancing at you now, Fred knew that something wasn’t right. From your usually very well-kept hair that now looked as though you ran your fingers through it at least a hundred times throughout the night to your joyless and sunken eyes, eyes that used to hold all the joy and spark Fred loved most about you, but are now just dull and almost... lifeless.

For a while now, Fred had noticed small changes in the way you’ve been acting recently, and it wasn’t even just him, all your other friends had taken notice as well, but no one knew what to do. It wasn’t until this very moment as he watched you tire yourself out with work that he realised just how much had changed, and he felt a pang of guilt for not talking to you about it sooner. So, in the softest voice he could muster, Fred tried to coax you from your work whilst placing a gentle hand on your arm. “Hey, love. ‘S getting a bit late, reckon we should head up to bed?”  

Your head snapped up at Fred as he spoke, only now taking notice of his presence, but you then quickly looked back down to continue scribbling mercilessly on the parchment. You needed to get this essay done before tomorrow, otherwise, you’ll slowly but surely fall behind on everything else. You can’t let that happen,  

“I’m sorry Fred, I really can’t. I have to finish this stupid essay for potions”  

“For potions? Isn’t that due next week?” You looked back up at Fred, your eyes widening as you became more distressed.  

“I-I know but if I get this done now then I can use my time to focus on other assignments. I’ve fallen behind and I need to catch up.” Fred slowly nodded his head in understanding. It seemed like a good enough excuse, hell, he’s been in this exact position before, pulling his fair share of all-nighters for assignments due the next day, but when Fred looked deep into your eyes, there was something there that he couldn’t quite place. Desperation? He wasn’t sure. 

“Look, love, you’re wearing yourself thin. You need a break”  

You don’t know why, but suddenly you’re very irritated. It’s possibly due to how much sleep you’re getting, well, more like lack of sleep. You don’t know why, but suddenly you’re snapping at him “Fred, I don’t need a break so can you just please leave me alone?” 

You don’t want to look at him, for the fear of seeing a look of hurt or the resentment that’s bound to be there you’re not sure you can take that sort of thing, so you lower your head and quickly wriggle your arm free from under his hand.  

Fred tried not to feel offended, he really tried, but you removing your arm from his touch just nicked him in his chest. He knew you didn’t have a problem with him, he knew this was something that seemed too out of his control, but he just wished he knew what to do to make you feel better. Maybe giving you some space should help.   

“Okay... I’ll head to bed then. Try not to stay up too late, yeah? I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight” Fred placed a quick and gentle kiss to the crown of your head as he stood up and walked towards the stairs. Before ascending, he looked back towards you still slumped in your chair, and an unsettling feeling crawled its way into his stomach. With one final look, he walked up the stairs towards his room.  

Once Fred left, you chucked down your quill in frustration and rapidly ran your hands through your hair, pulling at the roots in distress. You hated this. You hated how you get annoyed at things that shouldn’t annoy you, you hated how it was impossible to get a good night’s rest, you hated how your mind just wouldn’t. Shut. Up. And what’s worst of all, you loathed how you keep pushing the one person who seems to give a crap about you. It’s not like there’s a lot of people who do.  

A sharp pain nestled in your chest, but you tried to ignore it, you always did. You weren’t even sure what it meant. Anxiety? Guilt? It was probably a mixture of both. You didn’t know how, or when, you allowed it to get so bad. With Umbridge slowly taking over the school alongside her vile punishments (you’ve had your fair share of them), the upcoming N.E.W.Ts that you needed to ace and the stress of keeping up with the DA meetings. But that doesn’t even seem like the half of it. Every little inconvenience had the power to ruin the rest of your day.  

You couldn’t deal with it anymore, with any of it. You just wished there was a way to make the world slow down to grab your bearings, to just actually breathe. You released a big sigh and grabbed your quill again, but the tip doesn’t even touch the paper. It’s stuck, just like you. Eventually, you fold your arms on the table and rest your head on them. You know you must finish but maybe... just five minutes won’t hurt. Just five minutes.   

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Fred lay awake on his bed, staring up at the ceiling for merlin knows how long. That weird feeling in his stomach didn’t go away, something just felt extremely off. Fred checked the watch located on the table beside his bed. It was pretty late; he’d been awake for at least a couple hours. Knowing that he wasn’t going to be getting any sleep anytime soon, Fred threw the covers from his body and gently got out of bed, careful to not wake any of his sleeping roommates.  

By the time he made it down to the bottom of the stairs, he was already wishing to be back in bed, however, what he saw made him stop in his tracks. You were still there, this time unmoving with your head resting on your arms and your deep and even breathing. Why were you still here and not in bed? As carefully as he could, Fred walked over to your sleeping self and gently laid a hand on your shoulder squeezing just enough to rouse you.  

After a few more gentle squeezes you started to stir awake. Fred almost felt bad for waking you, but he knew that you would have a much better time sleeping in an actual bed than a desk. You lifted your head and Fred couldn’t help to admire the sheer adorableness of your sleepy form. Your hair was dishevelled and sticking up in a few places, your cheek was red from where it was resting and the tiny noises that came from you whilst you stretched. However, as much as he’d love to stare, he knew he had to take care of you, or at least get you to bed.  

Once you had done stretching, you looked around the table until your eyes landed on an arm, which trailed all the way to Fred’s face. You were taken aback at suddenly seeing his face next to yours, but you quickly calmed down upon looking into his soft eyes, the glow of the fire making his brown orbs look more alive and opening.  

“Hey,” Fred said, a small smirk appearing at the corner of his lips.  

“Hi,” you smile back. For a moment, when you looked into his eyes, you felt warm, like you were safe, you always did. You loved Fred, you loved him so much but often at times you caught yourself doubting whether or not you deserved to be with him, and each and every time Fred did his absolute best to prove your thoughts wrong. Looking into his eyes, you just get that feeling... the feeling of coming home to a warm bed after a cold day. Sometimes, you feel as if your heart might explode from the amount of love you have for him, you couldn’t even out into words. But that warm and safe feeling was quickly diminished and replaced with dread once you looked down to the mess that was sitting on the table. Darn this stupid assignment.

“Crap, I can’t believe I fell asleep!” you groan as you shuffled through some of the parchment, trying to find the one you needed.

“Hey, hey, hey, slow down there” Fred placed his hand on top of yours, trying to stop your erratic movements. “Don’t you think it’s time to take a bit of a break? It’s nearly two a.m.”

“Fred, I can’t just ‘take a break’, I’ve got too much to do,”

“And it’ll all still be here after you’ve had some sleep,”

You released a groan in frustration and turned to face him, your irritation getting the better of you. “Don’t you get it? That’s the problem!” your voice started to rise with each word, the stress and lack of sleep catching up to you. “If I stop now then I’ll fall behind and I just can’t let that happen, ok? So just back off.”

“Hey,” Fred grabbed your cheeks in both his hands and guided your face, so you were looking at him. Seeing your widened eyes and reddened cheeks concerned him, as this was just so unlike you. What happened to this happy-go-lucky and incredibly bubbly person go? The person who had the purest soul than anyone he knew? You just looked... tired. He knew he had to tread carefully here if we wanted to crack all your walls to understand what the hell is going on.

You moved your hands up to try and remove his from his face, but his grip tightened ever so slightly to make your attempts futile. “Look, I’m worried about you. All this,” he tilted his head to the side to gesture to everything on the table. “it isn’t like you. Please don’t hide away, because you know I’m here for you.”

You both stayed silent for a minute, his hands holding your cheeks and yours resting on his forearms. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, you just crumbled. Your face scrunched up and your breathing became erratic as you looked down to hide your face from Fred’s gaze. You leaned forward so your head was resting against his chest, letting out a few silent sobs as you just... broke. At the sight of your crying figure, Fred immediately jumped into action. He removed his hands from your face and wrapped his arms around your waist, carrying you over so you sat in his lap. One of his hands trailed up to stroke your head as his other maneuvered your legs so they wrapped around his torso, your head pushing further into his shoulder.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to get as close to him as possible. You just needed the warmth that constantly surrounded him. After a few minutes of tears and whisperings of sweet nothings into your ear along with Fred’s comforting touch, your breathing started to return to normal, and your sobs turned into the occasional hiccup. You weren’t really expecting to have a total breakdown, you honestly thought that you had things under control, but when you looked and Fred and he looked at you, you knew you couldn’t keep everything bottled up anymore.

Fred was the first to break the silence, “d’you wanna move to the couch? It'll be comfier”. The only response he got was a small nod of your head, you not really being able to trust your voice enough to speak. So, Fred stood up with you still wrapped in his arms as he carried you over to the couch in front of the fire, grabbing the spare blanket and wrapping it around you and himself. It was like a nice little cocoon of comfort and warmth.  

And for a while, you two stayed like that, basking in the silence and the warmth the fire provided. You knew you needed to say something, you just didn’t know what exactly you could say. Fred was in the same boat. Should he make a joke to try and make you feel better? That always did the trick. But... something about tonight just told him to leave it on the backburner for now. He slid his arm underneath the blanket and stroked up and down the expanse of your back, hoping to relax your tense muscles. Occasionally Fred would turn his head to place delicate kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose... basically anywhere his lips could find.

God... what did you do to desrve someone like him? Someone so boisterous and loud, but also understanding and gentle when he needed to be. As the minutes ticked by, and Fred’s hands continuously moving across your body, you finally found the courage to speak up.

“Sometimes I just feel like...” you trailed off, trying to find the right words.  

“like?”  

“like nothing is going to be ok. Like no matter how hard I try, or pretend, I’m not going to be ok,” your voice caught in your throat as you buried your head into his shoulder, a weak attempt to shield yourself from the world threatening to beat you down. A silent tear trailed down the side of your face, but you hadn’t made any attempt to wipe it away.

Fred sighed through his nose, and he swore a piece of his heart cracked when your voice did. He knew you were struggling with something, but he was just never sure of what or how bad it was. He only wished he could just take all your pain away, even force it upon himself if it meant that you’d get the chance to be happy.  

“Oh love, I had no idea. I’m so sorry”  

“It’s okay...” you half-shrug your shoulder, removing one of your arms from around his neck to quickly wipe the corner of your eye “no one really knew, so it’s fine”  

There was a moment of silence as the both of you tried to catch up with your thoughts, until Fred finally spoke up, a strain in his voice, “no, it’s not fine. I hate that you’re feeling like this. Please, is there anything I can do to help you?”  

You shrug your shoulder again. To be completely honest, you weren’t even sure if there was anything he could do. You've barely even figured out what you can do for yourself. However, there was one thing you knew you needed, the one thing that could help you through anything. “Just be here, and hold me?”  

Fred placed his lips to your forehead, leaving them there for a bit as he gave a gentle kiss. He breathed deeply through his nose and spoke the words against your forehead. “for you, my love, anything.”  

With those final words and his fingers slowly tracing up and down your arm, you felt for the first time, that maybe, just maybe, things might turn out ok.  

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whew and there we go!!! My first fic completed!! I honestly have no self control when it comes to word limits, my teachers hate me for that... oopsies! anyways I hope you all enjoyed that, if you guys liked my work feel free to send in any requests! 

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!!

- Mills

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley imagine #harry potter #sad vibes #soft boi #harry potter imagine #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #reader insert

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Sleeping Vampire ー Sakamaki Ayato

Source: Diabolik Lovers Vandead Carnival

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Audio: Here

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Ayato takes a seat on your bed.

*Thud*

"Che...Oi, wake up, Chichinashi. I don’t mind assaultin’ you in your sleep like usual. But I’m not really hungry, you know. I actually came all the way to your room to have you keep me company, so whatcha sleepin’ for, huh? Geez. Wake up already! (1) It’d be hella dull if you’re just snoozin’ away, right? Come on, look this way!

*Rustle*

“What? You really think you can pretend to be asleep and trick me with that crappy act of yours? Hehe...Well, I don’t mind playin’ along though? You’re basically givin’ me a free pass to do anythin’ I want, right? Hmー... Touchin’ you somewhere you wouldn’t want me to sounds fun...but to your current self, anythin’ I do is basically a reward. You’ve gotten totally used to it...You’re the scary one of us two. You feign ignorance, but you can’t fight back ‘gainst my fangs. If anything...They make you totally happy. ...For real, that’s what makes you fascinatin’, hehe.

Speaking of which, I feel like I haven’t seen you twist your face in fear very much as of late. Even the face you make when in pain...always changes right away? You end up looking at me with a longing expression...Well, that’s not bad either though? Hehe. I won’t let you deny it, you know? ‘Bout the expressions you make to entice men. ...It’s a conscious decision you make, isn’t you?”

You remain quiet.

“Che...You’re really persistin’ ‘bout pretendin’ to be asleep, huh? Fine by me? In that case, I’ll do as I please too. Your expression yearnin’ for pleasure isn’t the only face I wanna see you make after all. Seeing you shake all over like a fool from fear, or even hearing you cry out like an idiot from the pain and sufferin’ would work too. Also...Those eyes full of despair, not even capable of sheddin’ tears are quite the treat as well. ...Aah, makes me wanna see them again for the first time in a while. Say...You don’t mind, do you?

You still give no reaction.

“...Che. Oi, Chichinashi! This is the part where you jump up and make a fool out of yourself by gettin’ mad, no!? The fuck’s up with that reaction? It’s annoyin’! At this rate, I’m actually gonna do it, you know? My fangs only ever make you happy...so I’ll do somethin’ different. ...Hehe. Seems like you think that you’ve been through hell and back already. But that was only the very beginning. I’m more than capable of givin’ you a taste of pain you’ve never experienced before, don’t forget that? I’ll test whether you can...endure it or not.”

You flinch.

“Haha...You’ve got your brows furrowed, you know? (2) Even if you tense up your body, it’ll still hurt...and you’d still suffer...right? Better not regret it? Nn...”

*Smooch*

*Rustle rustle*

You open your eyes.

“Pfft...That face! What are you looking so surprised ‘bout? Haha...Nn...”

*Smooch*

*Rustle rustle*

“You’ve finally woken up, huh?”

*Thud*

“Oi! Don’t be pushin’ me away from the moment you open your eyes! Hehe...Aren’t your cheeks a lil’ flushed?”

You ask him what this is about

“You wanna know what I’m doin’? ...Kissin’ you, duh. I don’t know what you were thinkin’ I’d do...but you like this sorta stuff, don’t you? You had this really dreamy look in your eyes after I kissed you, you know? Well, I’m the one kissin’ you. I guess that’s a given. 

You try and explain your reaction.

Even so...Don’t be resistin’ when I’m kissin’ me. Ahー Did you think I’d do somethin’ a little more intense? Say...What were you imaginin’ while layin’ there with your eyes closed?”

You refuse to say.

“I’m askin’ you a question so answer me. You thought I’d do something a little more extreme, didn’t you?”

You avert your gaze.

“Hehe...Oi, what’s your answer? You can shake your head and pretend to be innocent all you want, but I already know what kinda girl you are deep down. You were imaginin’ what horrible things I’d do to you, weren’t you?”

You bite your bottom lip.

“Say...Just a few smooches doesn’t satisfy you, does it?”

You puff out your cheeks.

“Haha...Ahー Geez, shut up. Don’t get your panties in a knot. You’re the one who kept quiet this whole time, and now you’re this wide awake. You’re a hundred years too early to try and defy me.”

You ask him to stop.

“...’Stop’? Hmph. You think you have the right to say that? I’m hurt. I mean, you tried to deceive me just now, didn’t you? Why were you pretendin’ to be asleep?”

You explain.

“Hah? You were actually sleepin’? Are you stupid? No way I’d listen to your excuses!”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Where do you think you’re goin’? Don’t move without my permission.”

You try and blame Ayato for sneaking into your room. 

“Haah? I attack you during your sleep all the time though? Why complain about it now?”

You tell him you want to sleep now.

“Fool. You really think I care if you’re tired or not? Why are you so tired anyway? ...Che, were you doin’ somethin’ behind my back? Don’t tell me...You haven’t been bitten by one of the other dudes, right? You know what will happen if you let someone else suck your bloo...Wait, that’s not the case?”

You try and explain yourself.

“You were studyin’ the whole time...Up until this late at night? Well, that’s not my problem tho...”

You point out that Ayato has gotten the same assignment. 

“It does? ...Homework? Math problems? ...No idea. I don’t even know which problems you’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

You tell him there will be a test as well. 

“A test for English class? No clue either. ...Why, you ask? ...I was asleep durin’ class so how do you expect me to remember?”

You sigh.

“Wouldn’t anyone grow sleepy whem havin’ to listen to some teacher recitin’ formulas or English phrases like it’s some sort of spell?”

You tell him it’s important to write that stuff down. 

“Haah? Why would I take notes? I don’t need that crap, and even if I do, I can just steal yours.”

You complain.

“Fuck off! Don’t talk all high and mighty for a Chichinashi! You keep on tellin’ me not to snooze during class but who gives a damn? Listenin’ to those borin’ lectures like you do isn’t my cup of tea.”

You tell him he’ll be in trouble for the exams next week.

“...Aah? We’ve got tests next week as well? First thing I hear ‘bout that.”

You scold him.

“...Aah!? Shut up! Who cares ‘bout that trivial crap!?”

You warn Ayato about having to repeat his year.

“...Heeh? You’re worried ‘bout me havin’ to repeat my year, huh? Aah, right. I guess you don’t want us to get separated.”

You shake your head.

“Aah? You wouldn’t like that, no?”

You shrug.

“For example...You’ll no longer be able to beg for my fangs whenever you’re craving them, you know?”

You get flustered again.

“Haha...What? Sometimes you’re the one who asks for it, remember? Being all like ‘I want to be pierced by Ayato-kun’s fangs so badly, I don’t know what to do with myself!’ Even if you don’t voice it out loud, it’s written all over your face, you know?”

You try and deny it.

“Haha...That’s what it looks like to me so can you blame me? For example...Right. You were spacin’ out during last period yesterday, weren’t you?”

You tell him that’s not true.

“Nah, I remember? Your jaw was all slacked (3), I was actually wonderin’ whether you’d start droolin’ or not. ...You were thinkin’ of me, weren’t you?”

You shake your head.

“Don’t lie! Then why did you have that dreamy look in your eyes!? You’ve been tellin’ me off for sleepin’ during class, so there’s no way you’d admit you were sleepy yourself and yawned, right? So, what was the deal, huh?”

You don’t reply.

“...Hehe. Since you’re stayin’ quiet, you’re basically admittin’ it, huh? What were you daydreamin’ ‘bout during class? Come on, tell me. ...Specifyin’ which part of me you were thinkin’ ‘bout is fine as well, you know?”

You tell him to stop since he already saw right through you.

“Shut up! I don’t care if I’m right or not! Answer me...Is it my fangs you like? Or perhaps...”

*Rustle rustle*

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...This tongue? Haha...You like gettin’ licked, don’t you?”

You flinch.

“Say, does bein’ licked really feel that good? ...Hehe. Ahー I guess it depends on where I lick you? Well, I know all of your sensitive spots tho. You prefer bein’ licked over bein’ carrassed, no? How is it?”

You look away.

“If you don’t give me an answer soon, I’ll only keep on addin’ questions? It’d be in your best interest to stop blushin’ and just honestly tell me, you know?”

You respond.

“...Haha. You should have just genuinely admitted you like it right away. Well, it’s something I already knew though. That you just love me oh-so much.”

You tell Ayato it’s embarrassing to hear him confess his love like that.

“Hehe...You’re the one who confessed, no? You like bein’ licked by my tongue, don’t you?”

You whimper softly.

“...Haha. You’ve totally gotten a taste of it.”

You blink in confusion.

“Of what, you ask? The taste of joy from bein’ toyed ‘round with like this?”

You deny it.

“Hah...? Oi, what didya say just now?”

You repeat it.

“Heeh, you really think you can tell me you hate me and get away with it?”

You retaliate.

“That’s exactly the part of me you dislike? ...What a cruel woman you are. I’m doin’ this to please you tho?”

You frown.

“What? Got a problem with that?”

You reply.

“Heeh...You’ve sure got guts. But you won’t get away talkin’ back to me like that. If you wanna know what I’ll do...For starters, I’ll kick you out from underneath these soft, comfortable covers...How ‘bout payin’ a visit to the torture chamber for the first time in a while? Hehe...I won’t let you say you’ve forgotten ‘bout that place.”

Your eyes widen.

“Hehe...Seems like imaginin’ it gave you a good wake-up call.”

You tell him it’s bed time. 

“Shut up. Do you really need to sleep? I’m invitin’ you along to keep me company. You should feel honored?”

You remind Ayato that you have school tomorrow.

“Aah? You really think I’d give a damn ‘bout classes tomorrow? If you get sleepy, you can just snooze there, or you could always skip school as well. ...Hah? Whatcha mean, you’d leave me behind and go to classes? You really think I’d let you? Fool! For one, why are you so damn fussy ‘bout goin’ to class? I take my eyes off you for one second and you’ve run off to some other classroom...Just the other day, you didn’t come back until 3rd period!”

You explain.

“...Off-campus activities? You were participatin’ in that shit? ...What I did in the meantime...? Nothin’, really. When I woke up, the classroom was empty, so I decided to kill time by sleepin’ some more but you just wouldn’t come back...So when I wandered ‘round the hallway for a bit, I messed up and let Reiji find me. I panciked and made a run for it, endin’ up in the broadcastin’ room. Mr. Sleepyhead was snoozin’ soundly there, so I decided to drop one of the vases in the room on the floor. Yet he wouldn’t wake up at all! That dude definitely has some screws loose!”

You tell him off. 

“Aah? Who cares ‘bout a stupid vase or two. I was honestly goin’ to throw it at him, but it was heavy so I scratched that idea.”

You tell him that would have hurt Shuu.

“The fuck...? Don’t be worryin’ ‘bout some other guy!”

You ask if he’s upset because you were worried about Shuu.

“Of course. What else could I mean? Geez...I was runnin’ ‘round lookin’ for you ‘cause you had disappeared, remember?”

You explain.

“Fuck off! Whether it’s goin’ to another classroom (4) or havin’ to go change for P.E., you just wander off on your own too often! You really expect me to remember our time table? ...Hmph! You can just drag me along to the next classroom, can’t you? ...It’s dull ‘cause you keep on disappearin’ on me without a word of warning.”

You sigh.

“Hmph. I’m definitely not lettin’ you sleep until it gets dark outside...We’re skippin’ school today.”

You protest.

“Heeh...Then let’s see if you can lull me to sleep instead. Hehe. Give it a try if you dare. However, I slept through most classes except for gym today, so it’s not gonna be easy?”

You ask for a hint.

“A hint? How am I supposed to think of somethin’ when I’m the one who can’t sleep? On top of that, you have to do the work, right? ...Hehe. Altho I feel like I’d only feel even more awake if you were to sing me a lullaby or somethin’. What else...I guess you could read me a book too. Hmー Actually, there’s this book I’ve been curious ‘bout, so read it to me.”

You ask for the title.

“The title? What was it again? ...I don’t remember, but the contents seemed really excitin’. It was somethin’ ‘bout what happens beyond the stuff they teach you in health class (5)...Which means it has a bunch of good stuff written in there, right? I’m sure it teaches you ‘bout the things left out by the textbooks, don’t you think? Hehe, aren’t you curious too? I’m pretty sure I saw it layin’ ‘round in Laito’s room...”

You seem skeptical.

“Hehe...Exactly. I saw it lined up in that freak’s room. Seeing as he kept it on the very back of the shelf, I’m pretty sure the contents are pretty extreme...? Say, doesn’t that pique your interest?”

You tell him it is an anatomy book.

“Ahー A book on the human body? Then, it’d talk ‘bout the different mechanisms of the body too, righ?”

You explain.

“Hah?  It has anatomy drawings in it? The different parts of the ‘capillary vessels’...And now in English? (5) Don’t think you can deceive me like that! ...Whatever. I’ll find out once I go fetch it.”

You frown.

“I’m looking forward to it, you know? Especially...the erotic scenes and such? I don’t mind if you teach me directly with your body either? Aah, by the way, you can’t just read it with a monotone voice, okay? Make sure to put some emotion in there. ...While imaginin’ it, okay? If there’s a part you don’t get, I’ll teach you. For example...Like this, perhaps?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Haha...What’s with that...Pfft...lame reaction?”

You get mad.

“Ahー I know! Stop complainin’ and get to business.”

You frown.

“Whatever, just listen to what I say. You want me to fall asleep, don’t you? Then you’ll have to do somethin’ ‘bout that. And who knows, your book-reading might actually do the trick.”

You nod.

“Haha, if you understand...then hurry up and go get the book.”

You open your mouth to protest.

“I’m not listenin’ to what you have to say. Come on, get movin’. Ahー... But, I guess I can’t let you go to that pervert’s room at this hour.”

Ayato moves away

*Rustle*

“I’ll go get it instead so wait here, ‘kay? I’ll choose a really intense one. Once I’ve got my hands on the book, I’ll have you read it out loud no matter what, okay? Hehe.

You tug him back into the bed by his sleeve.

*Rustle*

"That hurt! Che...Grabbin’ me so aggressively, when the fuck did you get that strong?”

You apologize.

“Hehe...Well, this isn’t a big deal. More importantly...What do you want from me to grab me that desperately? You don’t want me to go get the book? But aren’t you the one who said you wanted to put me to bed? Or maybe...Ahー I see. ...Since you’re this frantic, I guess you really don’t want me to leave your bed, huh? If you admit you don’t want us to be apart for even one second, I don’t mind listenin’ to your request? So...Beg me not to leave.”

You whisper.

“...Can’t hear you. Well then, guess I’ll go fetch that pervert’s book...”

You grab hold of his hand.

*Rustle*

“Haha...Didn’t think I’d see you cling onto me like that.”

You try and explain yourself.

“What part am I wrong about? You don’t want me to leave, right? I won’t let you say it’s just ‘cause you don’t wanna read the book. Hehe...Be honest with yourself already. You don’t want to be separated from me, do you?”

You nod.

“Heehー Fine, fine. If you want me to stay close that badly, I’ll embrace you...like this.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Your heart’s beatin’ way too fast. Are you that happy? Also...Nn...You smell sweet. I wonder why you smell this sweet...?”

You ask if he’ll suck your blood.

“Not really...I’m not gonna suck your blood today.”

You seem puzzled.

“...Since you seem to want it so badly, I won’t.”

You giggle.

“Don’t laugh. Instead...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Hah...Haha, that expression...I can’t get enough of it. What do you mean? ...Exactly like I said. I mean you’re incredibly cute.”

You protest.

“What’s the problem? I feel that way so just honestly accept it.”

You note that Ayato is acting off.

“It’s out-of-character for me...? I don’t go ‘round sayin’ this to just ‘bout anyone, you know? ...Hehe. It’s written all over your face that you’re actually barely containin’ your joy. Well, I guess that’s to be expected since I made an exception to praise you like that. Come on...Cling onto me tighter. Nn...”

*Smooch*

“You should take some initiative as well. While kissin’...I’ll let you do as you please.”

You kiss him.

*Smooch*

“...Pfft. You suck. Press them properly against each other. That wasn’t nearly enough. More...Nn...”

*Smooch*

“Hehe...It’s already night out, huh?”

You seem worried about school.

“...Well, I don’t mind lettin’ you sleep soon. ...If you were to fall asleep now, you’d still be in the land of dreams by the time the limousine leaves after all.”

You shake your head.

“What? You’re gonna go to school without gettin’ any sleep? Che...Don’t be actin’ like such a miss goody-two shoes. Hold up...Oi. Your eyes are already startin’ to look drowsy...Well, fallin’ asleep while kissin’ doesn’t sound half bad either, does it?”

He kisses you again.

“Nn...”

*Smooch*

“Hehe...Dozin’ off while entangled like this might be nice too. The possessive side inside of me will feel satisfied seeing your melted expression, and at some point, I’ll just nod off without realizin’...I thought that was normal but this might be another way to go ‘bout it as well. I’ll kiss you, so just go sleep already...Nn.”

*Smooch*

You try your best to stay awake.

“Just forget ‘bout school. You’d just fall asleep during the test if you were to go, don’t you think? Stop strugglin’ in vain already. Instead of...goin’ to that stupid school, you should just stay with me the whole time...I’m tellin’ you you can sleep in my arms.”

You blush.

“That way, you won’t suddenly disappear on me the second I take my eyes off you. You’re always talkin’ ‘bout havin’ to collect hand-outs or cleanin’ the classroom (7), right? There’s no need for you to do that shit though. You should only ever work for my sake. For one, I don’t like it when you get up from your seat...Actually, why do we have individual seats at school anyway? They should just use sofas instead.”

*Rustle*

“That’d be perfect to keep you locked in my embrace like this...don’t you think? I definitely won’t let you go. ...Hehe, just give up. You can no longer run. Fall asleep already. ...Goodnight.”

You close your eyes.

“...What? You actually fell asleep? ...Pfft. What a silly face. You’ve got your mouth wide open, you know? This kind of expression of yours...It’s not that interesting, but not bad either. Nn...”

*Smooch*

“I didn’t think I’d feel this way...just from connectin’ our lips. Say...How ‘bout you? Che, she’s sound asleep...Guess she won’t wake up anymore now that it’s this late. Hehe...I won’t allow you to dream ‘bout some other guy, okay? Only ever...look at me...”

Ayato closes his eyes as well.

Once you wake up tomorrow morning...You better tell me...what you dreamt about...”

He dozes off.

“Nn...Yui...I love you...Nn...”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) 目をさます or ‘me o samasu’ literally means ‘to open one’s eyes’, but in English the verb ‘to wake up’ is actually a little more accurate.

(2) Literally he points out that there are ‘wrinkles’ in between her eyebrows. 

(3) しまりのない or ‘shimari no nai’ is always tricky for me to translate because it means ‘loose’, ‘lax’ or ‘slack’. I can’t help but feel like it sounds awkward in English though. 

(4) At Japanese high schools, the students generally stay in the same classroom while the teachers swap. However, for certain classes such as art, music and science, they may have to move to another classroom which has the right equipment. These are called ‘移動教室’ or ‘idou-kyoushitsu’ which means ‘moving classroom’, literally. 

(5) Sex education is also a part of 保健体育 or ‘hoken-taiku’ which is ‘health class’, so I’m sure Ayato is talking about some sort of erotic novel.

(6) Literally he asks her what language she is speaking, implying he has no idea what she is talking about.

(7) Students at Japanese middle & high schools usually help out with several tasks such as cleaning the classroom after classes are over, or collecting print-outs and carrying them to the staff room. Even in the games, there’s a bunch of scenarios where Yui is asked to do that sort of stuff. 

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #vandead carnival #diabolik lovers translation #sleeping vampire

[jojoboisimagines]

Josuke x Reader /// Promposal /// Chapter 1

It all started by him simply wanting to ask you a question

One question.

Shouldn’t be that hard, right? Yet the very thought made him so frightful. His hands would shake and he near damn thought he would’ve pissed himself had he accidentally uttered the words at the wrong time and you rejected him because of it.

Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. 

Though, him getting this nervous was new to everyone, even himself.

To think you would have his heart pounding this much in a 3 week timespan. Did you plan this? Or maybe he was just overthinking this again..

All these sudden thoughts flooding in, Josuke couldn’t help but to remember when he even first laid eyes on you.

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He was still brushing his pompadour on the walk to school. The teenager had hoped no one he knew would pass by and see him with his hair so unkempt. He was already running late, more than usual. Second period would be starting by the time he got there. Good enough, he thought.

Skipping class wasn’t unusual for him. He already looked like a delinquent to most people, might as well act like one when its convenient. That said, he still took his classes seriously enough to get by. Well, all except math and English.

Budogaoka High slowly came into his eyesight. Knowing that his friends (or fangirls) would try to strike a conversation once he got into the area, he gave his hair a couple of more touchups before putting his brush in his bag. In the distance, he could already see Okuyasu waiting for him on the sidewalk.

A smile had already came on his lips as he approached his best friend. “What’s up? Sorry for making you wait so long. Where’s Koichi?"

Okuyasu rubbed his neck as he turned to him, giving an eye roll. “Ya know how he gets. Didn’t bother waiting on you because he didn’t wanna be late. I don’t understand whats his obsession with getting ‘honor roll’ and ‘perfect attendance’ crap.”

“You’re one to talk.” Josuke pointed out, the both of them having classes that they were clearly failing.

“I’m just sayin’.” His friend pursed his lips in response to that comment. “Not like its the end of the world if he misses one or two classes.”

Josuke scoffed, and the two began to walk inside of the building.

They took their time getting there, in no rush since they were already late. Better to come in when the second period starts than interrupt the class, was their logic. There were murmurings in the now full classroom, sounding like they were mostly around the same topic. The class hadn’t been this lively since the last time there was a school fight. The boys showed no interest in such a topic (except wanting to at least overhear if there was a winner) and silently took their seats.

Josuke already had brought a hand to cup his face, bored and his eyes half-lidded, threatening to close when the lecture would start.

“Alright alright everyone, settle down.” The teacher commanded. “We have a new student today.”

‘So that's what this is about.’ The teen would lazily raise an eyebrow.

“Go ahead and come in, Ms. (L/N).”

A heel’s clack against the marble floor echoed. 

You had proudly strutted into the room, eyes looking focused in a no-nonsense manner. At this rate, only a hand on your hip would promote more sass. You placed a (h/c) strand of hair behind your ear as you turned to face the class.

Now this was something to wake up for.

‘Heels?’ Josuke thought. ‘That’s definitely not allowed here. At least not during regular class hours. Are they out of their mind?’

“(L/N)-san, please introduce yourself.”

Instead of starting off with speaking, you turned around and showed off your neat handwriting with a signature of your name.

The class stared, in a mix of awe and confusion.

They realized you weren’t Japanese. As if looking different wasn’t already enough proof.

You gave a bow to the class, with the majority still staring at you incredulously. When you gave your introduction, you started speaking fluent Japanese, despite the clear English writing on the chalkboard.

“I am (Y/N) (L/N). It is very nice to meet you all, and I hope we can all be friends in the time I spend here. Morioh and Budogaoka High is different compared to America, but I am still getting used to it, and would be grateful if one of you would show me around.” after giving another bow, you returned to your seat. The teacher took charge again.

“(L/N)-san will be studying with us for a month. Please help her if she is struggling with any material in the class. And also (L/N)-san, you should be aware that heels are not permitted in school, you get a pass today, but this is a warning for the future of attending our school.”

You were unbothered, blankly staring and giving a nod. Sitting diagonally from Josuke’s window seat, he couldn’t help but stare.

He couldn’t deny, you were pretty cute for a foreigner. But that speech though..Your tone was like it was for a business interview. He couldn’t even recall an instance where you smiled during it. Hopefully you weren’t miserable here already. Exactly what kind of girl were you?

And that’s when you caught him staring.

He quickly pretended to look out of the window, embarrassed you had actually looked back at him while doing it. It seemed that you didn’t notice and looked ahead again. Then he resumed staring. And it happened again. And again.

He’d be lucky if this didn’t kill him by lunchtime.

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Classes flew by like they were 10 hours each. 

Okuyasu was already sleeping behind Josuke. He had some nerve to be talking about Koichi earlier.

The pompadoured man could feel himself slipping as well, his pencil falling out of his grasp. He looked over to you again, taking notes as if your life depended on it.

Guess that came in handy, because the teacher had called on you to answer a problem after the resounding confusion of the rest of the class that couldn’t solve the math equation. You got up, not even a sliver of nervousness could be seen in you as you practically floated towards the board.

‘Poor thing, the teacher didn’t have to do her like that,’ Josuke thought.

It took you a second before you started writing. At first you look just as confused as everyone else, nearly showing a little bit of emotion on your face as you slightly scrunched your nose. You slowly began to work out the equation on the board.

There were murmurs once again from behind you, likely assumptions about your intelligence just because you were new here. Though those mouths were quickly shut as you stood aside and showed your work on the board.

Josuke suddenly wasn't sleepy anymore.

"Very well done, (L/N)-san." The teacher acknowledged you. You simply nodded again, going back to your seat.

The whole class was staring at you now. Some in surprise, others in disgust.

Josuke however, didn't quite know how to feel about it. He knew one thing though.

Him being in this class all semester and not knowing what's going on compared to whatever that just was, was pretty impressive.

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"Thank God its finally lunchtime, I was about to lose my mind in there!" Okuyasu began to chow down on his meal from St. Gentleman's like there was no tomorrow.

"At least you were asleep for most of it." Josuke chuckled. 

The two were silent at the table for a while after that, both of them eating their lunch. Koichi soon joined and greeted the both of them, barely getting acknowledged because of how good the food was to the two taller boys.

Okuyasu spotted you eating alone at a lunch table nearby. You seemed pretty content with being alone, peacefully eating your food out of a surprisingly girly lunchbox. Before a group of girls surrounded you, anyway.

The teen scoffed. "What a freaking showoff. I bet the only reason she came here was because of some superiority complex or some shit." He gave a more aggressive bite this time.

"Okuyasu, don't be like that." Koichi scolded him. "It's not like you know her personally."

A grunt came out of him. "The chick near damn did a somersault during gym class, and you're tellin' me that's not showing off?"

"..Well, I guess you have a point with that one."

"Look," Josuke intervened. "At least she's hauled away those girls that always try to flood our lunch table. That's a good thing at least, right?"

Koichi and Okuyasu couldn't help but agree there. They did get annoying.

"She's gonna be gone in a month anyway, right? There's nothing to complain about." He added.

"Tch, yeah right! I caught you makin' goo-goo eyes at her!" Okuyasu accused, pointing right at his friend. The man's face threatened to glow red at that assumption.

"W-what?! I totally did not!"

"Yeah-huh! You saw it too, right Koichi? Once she was jumpin' all in the air in P.E, he totally fell in love!" He teased, chuckling all the way through. Koichi was hesitant to nod, not knowing how their friend would react .

"Okuyasu!" The teen stood up from his chair.

You had looked over at the strange trio when that happened, ignoring the questions being asked toward you by the girls in that moment.

The two of you locked eyes, making Josuke realize maybe he was being too dramatic. A faint blush spread across his cheeks and he quickly sat back down.

His friend practically hollered in laughter as he saw his red face. Oh boy, he would be teased until the end of the day now. Maybe even the whole week.

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"Okay, maybe I do like her. Just...just a little bit though." He made a pinching gesture with his fingers. "I barely even know her, so it's not like it matters." He protested, trying to make the other two wave off the situation. Obviously that wasn't going to happen. They had already cornered him in the hallway after school, so there was no turning back now.

"I'm not even gonna lie, she is pretty cute. If only she weren't such a show-off, I'd have gone for her first." Okuyasu commented, hand placed around his chin.

"Not helping, dude."

"Alright alright. But like bro, you're Josuke. You already have chicks surrounding you. So just...do what you always do."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. Otherwise she probably would've come to me first." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. The teen barely even talked to the girls who liked him outside of a "good morning" or "have a nice day".

Contrary to what most people thought, he actually hasn't started dating yet. Actually being on the other side of a confession would be completely new to him.

"First things first," Koichi said. "You should talk to her. That's a good start instead of confessing right away."

Josuke paused for a second, but nodded. It was worth a shot.

"Look, she's coming to her locker!" It was close to the classroom. You hadn't noticed the trio, who had now hid around the nearest corner.

Except Josuke, who was pushed out into the open hallway. He's the one who had to do the talking after all. The pompadoured man exhaled, and went over what he was going to say in his head before mustering up the courage to walk over.

Closing your locker, you almost jumped him being right behind it. You hadn't even remembered his name, but you recognized him from your class. 'God he's tall', you thought.

"Um..hi. I'm Higashikata Josuke. I'm sure you know me from class and that um... outburst from earlier."

Oh god, this was awkward already.

"But um…! If you need anything, just ask, and I'm your guy. I could also walk you home if you want. I know Morioh's kinda small, but it's still easy to get lost in, so I can direct you."

There was a silence between the two of you for a moment. Koichi and Okuyasu were praying he didn't mess this up.

"It's nice to meet you, Higashikata-san. I'm flattered you want to walk me home, but I think I'll be fine. Thank you for the offer though." You put the rest of your books away, and swayed your backpack over your shoulder as you walked right past him. Your heels could be heard even as your distance from him got farther and farther.

The teen just stood there, eyes slightly widened. His two friends grimacing as they witnessed what happened.

It wasn't a rejection per se, yet it still felt odd. Like you were going out of your way to end the conversation.

..he shouldn't have offered to walk you home, should he?

#jojo imagines #jojo's bizarre adventure #josuke higashitaka #josuke imagine #josuke x reader #jojo headcanons #jojo no kimyou na bouken

[effigyofowls]

It’s that time again! Hunting Palismen spoilers down below!

-ohhh so this is when we get to see the Coven heads...dope

-so Belos wants to unite the realms to what?? erase all possibilities of wild magic?? subjugate humans or introduce them to magic as well?? W...I just don’t know yet???

-ohhh so he seems cursed...all gloopy and junk

-UNCLE???? (somehow I feel like that’s a lie or he was just taken in or something...I just...the thought of Belos having or have had a family is 😦)

-ohhh so wild magic is what caused him to be like that, and he wants it gone or something?? again I’m just like, losing my mind over all this and it’s hard to collect it all together (perhaps he’s traumatized by wild magic and only wants magic to be controlled and as “pure” as he wants it and also find a way to neutralize his curse?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

-aww echo mouse in a little case like a pet...

-so Luz’s new outfit is her pajamas...still nice

-Eda: knucklehead (affectionate)

-Luz becoming a blur ajfhfh

-oh, so I guess Amity is staying home bc either she got grounded for dying her hair, or she’s too embarrassed to meet Luz at school just yet...I’m hoping it wasn’t the former...

-OOOOH PALISMEN ADOPTING (I kinda had a feeling this would happen before the episode was even mentioned/named! that’s actually very good of BQ and the others) (also to call in BQ’s favor and to show Eda still has a favor, Bat Queen just wanted to do this)

-B.....BUMP HAS LONG HAIR???? WH AAAAAA

-ooh I had a feeling Willow would’ve gotten an insect!

-oh no, Luz...😟 I kinda get how she’s feeling though...for so long she wanted to be a witch and now that she’s in the Boiling Isles she is one, but as for what she hopes to do, it’s...kinda a blank, especially when she’s so focused on finding a way back to her mom and being a witch was/seemed like more of a hobby... (it seems Camila is the only reason why Luz wants to get back to the Human Realm, if she had a way to go back and forth effortlessly I’m p sure all she’d want to do is visit Camila and still live in the Boiling Isles and such...)

-Eda is so concerned...she’s such a mom to Luz now 😭

-POOR LUZ AAAHHH (also Luz is from Connecticut...I would’ve thought she was from Pennsylvania or something but I DID have a gut feeling she was from someplace up North)

-awww Palismen are so precious (❁´◡`❁) and Luz staying with them and talking to them and getting sleepy ahfjfh

-KIDNAPPED

-hot air balloon...

-Luz is becoming more of a gremlin who causes problems in the best way...Eda would be so proud <3

-THE MASK IS OFF FOLKS, I REPEAT IT’S OFF

-ohhh he’s got a tooth gap, that’s adorable

-oh crap Kikimora legit tried to kill him??? oh damn O_O

-SLAPPING HIM AWAKE AJDHFHH

-he’s so edgy sjjfhhg

-oooh another town...I forgot there’s gotta be more towns/cities in the Boiling Isles....

-the expressions in this episode are also good

-Luz is the literal best 🥺🥺🥺 so smart and clever and compassionate, best animated witch protag

-HUNTER???? OF ALL THE NAMES TO GIVE HIM YALL NAME HIM HUNTER??? (I have known 4 Hunters in my life and they’re PRACTICALLY THE SAME: camo jackets, shaved hair/extremely cropped hair, likes to hunt and fish...oh and they were all jerks, basically this name is just sjhfhfh to me)

-daaanngggg that fight scene was so good....the crew really did give it their all during quarantine, huh?

-the Palismen are safe and Luz is so tired...I hope she gets some sleep after all that...

-EDA LOOKING FERAL AND CLIMBING IN FROM THE WINDOW AHDHFHGH

-EDA IS THE BEST ADOPTIVE MOM EVER 😭😭😭😭😭 SHE GOT THAT WOOD FOR LUZ AND IS WILLING TO HELP HER/MAKE HER HAPPY HOWEVER SHE CAN I GENUINELY TEARED UP AT THAT PART AAAAAA

-ohhh noooo poor Hunter...I feel really bad for him now....screw Belos to hell and several times back 🔪🔪🔪 (and I can tell Hunter wants to study wild magic and also try to help Belos with his curse but Belos is so anti wild magic he wants NOTHING to do with it and would prefer Hunter to have nothing to do with it, or even know about it)

-OHHHH SO THAT’S HIS PALISMAN NOW...oh no what will Belos do cause he WILL know....

That’s all for now! I was pleasantly surprised with this episode and I KNEW THAT LUZ WASN’T GONNA GET A PALISMAN AND SHE’LL KEEP USING OWLBERT UNTIL SHE’LL CARVE HER OWN SOMEDAY and just...the lore and development in this episode was so good! I like how Luz and Hunter are acting like annoyed siblings at each other and I love it ajhhf (if I see anyone shipping it though it’s insta block 💢)

See y’all next week for the episode that’ll probably kill me dead and has me sick with both excitement and worry, stay safe and bye!! 🦉

#the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers

[grimecrow]

Headcanons For My OT3! (Parkingsmith - Dead By Daylight)

I’ve never had an OT3 before and this I never understood OT3s as a concept. Then this just naturally happened and while I was initially confused I very quickly came to realize how much I liked the idea of it.

Honestly I’m scared and shamed for even enjoying this though honestly there is no reason to feel that way. Guess it’s just my reflexive nature to try to tear myself down when something makes me happy. 

Sidenote if you know a better name than Parkingsmith let me know! I suck at naming ships. x.x

Anyhow...headcanons!

1. Quentin - bisexual, panromantic.

    Steve - bisexual, aromantic

    Jake - Asexual, panromantic

2. Quentin loves Jake because of how grounding and calm he is. Jake is a pillar of stability and strength. No matter how shaken up he gets, no matter how terrifying or upsetting things are some soft words and a strong embrace from Jake can calm him down once more.

3. Quentin if asked doesn’t know why he loves Steve, he never realized he loves Steve. There is just something about Harrington that pushes away the darkness, an endless light that helps lighten the load he feels in this darkness. It doesn’t help that Steve is ridiculously good looking, and there is something extra charming to him when he’s a bit of a dork or puts his foot in his mouth and panics.

4. Steve loves Quentin because...he doesn’t know why. Not in any way that can be put into words. He doesn’t know why he loves Jake either. Honestly he doesn’t get romance and cannot process his own emotions well. At first it was cause Quentin is well...who doesn’t love the look of a good swimmer? And Jake totally has that man of the woods look. Both exceptionally choice looks for what Steve likes.

5. The more time he spent around Quentin the more he just found himself attached to the guy. He doesn’t know how to put it into words. He just doesn’t but it went from ‘oh wow he’s hot’ to ‘oh wow I love him’.

6. Jake’s a little easier to understand...kinda. When Steve is being ‘a bit much’ as some would say Jake pulls him back to Earth. When Steve is fronting or being a dick Jake cuts right through it. He doesn’t talk down to Steve though, it’s different than others who have done it to him in the past. He can tell there is concern and care in the tone Jake uses even if the words can be harsh.

7. Given his track record before the Mist Steve doesn’t understand how he got lucky enough to find someone that loves him let alone two people.

8. Steve doesn’t believe he deserves what he has.

9. Steve is also eternally touch starved. He can cuddle with one or both for hours and the moment he’s alone some subconscious fear of losing them or that they figured out that he isn’t worth their time has him desperately wanting to be in any kind of physical contact with either of them. Though he works hard to try to control that urge as he doesn’t want to seem clingy or needy and screw things up.

10. Whenever it’s just two of them laying down together Steve is always little spoon. If the three of them lay down together Steve is always middle spoon so he can snuggle in and enjoy maximum contact.

11. When Quentin tries to sleep, one of the other two watch over him and Quentin be restless till he can get into some position where he can hold them like a teddy bear. 

12. If Freddy hasn’t been too badly lately and it’s Steve’s turn to watch over the sleeping Quentin the moment Quentin applies his teddy bear hold on Harrington Steve is out like a light. 

13. If Freddy has been rough recently though Steve can stay awake and vigilant like a hawk for up to thirty hours if he needs to. Hyper focused on Quentin looking for any sign of distress or problem, even if it’s only shown by the tiniest tremors under the skin. 

14. When it’s Jake’s turn to watch over Quentin he just gets Quentin into the position his sleepy guy needs to fall asleep quickly then just uses the time to think over recent developments in the Mist or talk quietly with others. If Quentin locks in his teddy bear hold he’s not waking up unless Freddy comes or he actually gets enough sleep, soft whispering won’t bother him.

15. When it’s Steve’s turn to watch over Quentin Jake will check to see if Steve has fallen asleep before he himself would go to bed. If Steve has Jake just quietly sits on the other side of Steve to help Harrington feel more comfy and keeps an eye on Quentin.

16. Jake loves Quentin because Quentin feels like a kindred spirit. Apparently being tormented by Freddy for so long has Quentin not caring about the frivolous crap that Jake doesn’t care about. Jake finds he can open up to Quentin and even if Quentin doesn’t fully get it, he always feels that Quentin gets him. An emotional connection started forming and before he knew it Jake is where he is now.

17. At first Steve and Jake were kind of like oil and water. Steve just screamed to be everything Jake’s parents wanted Jake to be. As time went on though Steve seemed to mellow, or maybe Jake mellowed. As he got to know the real Steve he found himself drawn to the one thing he was missing in the woods though he’d never say it out loud. Steve has a level of almost hyperactive joy and light in him that is always there even when Steve’s at his darkest, moodiest, or most hopeless. Jake honestly doesn’t have that, and he thought he didn’t need it. Peace and serenity were enough. It’s amazing how much you miss connecting to those types of feelings, how much you didn’t realize you needed them in your life till you’ve gone without then find it once more.

18. While Quentin and Steve can at times get very physically intense that’s not really Jake’s cup of tea. It’s not that they are guys, or not physically good looking he’s just not into that. Something the other two respect a great deal, even going so far as to try to avoid the more intimate activities around Jake, or at least checking if Jake would be uncomfortable if they proceeded while he was with them.

19. Not that Jake doesn’t partake once in a while to help give one of his guys that little extra bit of attention and happiness. This is an exceptionally, exceptionally rare event though.

19. Jake is very into hugging, kissing and holding. Of the three he’s the most comfortable with engaging in public displays of affection.

20. While Steve gets both a little embarrassed and a lot giddy when he receives a random hug, spooning or smooch from one of his guys.

That’s all I’ve got at the moment, though to be fair it’s only been a couple of days. Maybe I’ll share more in the future.

#Steve Harrington #Jake Park #Quentin Smith #Steve dbd #Quentin dbd #Jake dbd #Harringsmith #Parksmith #Parkington #Parkingsmith #Dead by Daylight #dbd #OT3

[thekidultlife]

THE RETURN OF SUPERMAN | Lee Jihoon

Author’s Note: In the last part of TROS Jeonghan, I had mistakenly labeled Yuna as Lee Jihoon’s daughter. Please forgive me! I already edited it to lessen confusion haha. Yuna will be coming out in the next story as another member’s child, as edited. Please watch out for it, and I hope you come to love Lee Jihoon’s family in this AU, too!

NEW SERIES ALERT! While reading this fic, you will have a clue as to what series is coming next on this blog. Please watch out for it and if you see the clue, you can comment it down! :D

HYERI YOU’D BETTER READ THIS ONE!

Genre: ABSOLUTE FLUFF with traces of good ol’ angst but this is definitely a happy story so go ahead and read it!

Word count: 5,896

Lee Jihoon always had a plan. It wasn’t always written on paper or formulated to the dot (you were the one responsible for that end), but it was always there. He felt a lot better if he had things under his control. And so when he decided to enter the Return of Superman show with his friends, he wasn’t going unprepared.

Because, as he stared across at the table (mind you, sudden shivers were coming up his spine as he looked at the young toddler who looked oh so innocent—for now)…

…One could never go unprepared with Lee Yeseung. 

 “I mapped it out carefully, love,” he told you over breakfast. “I mapped out every single activity I am going to do with him. He’s not an easy kid, but—“

“—Who isn’t easy?” you innocently asked, eyeing your son fondly. He had his father’s eyes and the gentleness of your facial features. His pale-white skin was also his father’s, but the color of his eyes, black with a hint of brown in them, were yours. “Yeseung is a good boy, aren’t you?”

Yeseung smiled sweetly at you and giggled his cute, toddler giggle. 

 “You know, this child doesn’t come from my side of the family,” Jihoon taunted you as he ate. “My Yeseung is too much like you. Like mother, like son.” Jihoon was laughing to himself, pleased at making you feel pissed off early in the morning. It was a ritual he was having a hard time to break, even after five years of marriage. But when Jihoon turned his eyes to you, he stopped mid-laughter.

“What?” he said, raising both hands. “It’s true!” He pointed at his son. “Look at him! He’s hyper!”

“You are uncharacteristically talkative today,” you replied to him, your eyes narrowing. “What are you up to?”

Yeseung stared up from his bowl at his father. He was holding the bowl to his face with his hands, doing his best to quietly finish his breakfast as you had sternly told him to do. He had understood your husband’s words, and now he dropped the bowl, cereal flying all over the place as he bawled.

You stabbed your fork at a hotdog and glared daggers at your husband. “Lee Jihoon!”

Jihoon turned back to his meal. “I love you both, and I’m…” he sighed, getting up on second thought and disappearing behind to the kitchen for a minute. “I’m going to get the dishcloth.”

“I wasn’t hyper this time,” Yeseung sobbed, rubbing his eyes and putting cereal on his face. “He called me hyper again. I wasn’t hyper this time.” He wailed louder. “Why does he always call me hyper?”

You sighed and scooped the child in your arms, forgetting your breakfast. You were hoping for a quiet morning, but Jihoon just had to upset your baby again. “No, appa was just joking.”

“Yeseung-ah!” Jihoon deftly scooped up Yeseung from your arms and began smothering him with kisses. “Appa was just joking! Like we always do!”

Yeseung looked up at his appa, with tearful eyes. “I’m not hyper, right? I’m a good boy, right?”

“Exactly. A very good boy who will help appa clean up the table!” 

 “What activity planning were you talking about?”

Jihoon smirked at you and peppered his son with kisses. “I’m nervous, Y/N,” he said quietly, as he looked straight into your eyes, his face going serious. “That’s why I was being talkative. I rarely do this with others, except you.”

You felt your whole face flush. “What activity planning were you talking about?” you repeated your question again.

Jihoon smiled nervously. “It’s for the Return of Superman show.”

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30: 

JIHOON: Hello everyone, my name is Lee Jihoon. I am known by many as SEVENTEEN’s Woozi. This—(he hoists little Yeseung up his lap)—is my three-year-old, Lee Yeseung. Say hi to the camera, Yeseung-ah!

YESEUNG: (Smiles at the camera shyly and then burrows into his father’s jacket.)

WOOZI: (Smiles at his son’s shyness.) Sorry, he’s still a bit camera-shy. But we’re really looking forward to enjoying ourselves on this show! And—(Laughs self-consciously and hugs his little boy close to him.)—I hope I learn more as a dad!

Q: This was asked to the other members as well: How does it feel to have a child of your own?

JIHOON: (Laughs nervously and pats Yeseung, who was squirming on his lap.) Actually, it’s nerve-wracking. 

(Silence.) 

JIHOON: (Looks down at his son.) You always have to brace yourself with little Yeseung here.

Boy, were we to find out.

NARRATOR: *We are now here at the Lee residence! (Cameras pan around the lavish but minimalistic penthouse of the Lee family.) And it is a beautiful morning, with no clouds in the sky to signal any rainfall. What will this day bring for Lee-appa and little Yeseung?*

6:50 A.M.

A flutter of what seemed like paper floated into Jihoon’s face. Startled, he opened his eyes and struggled to get up quickly out of bed. 

Another piece of paper—no, poorly-made paper plane—floated into his face. 

He closed his eyes. Took deep breaths. Tried to shake the feeling of sleepiness and called, as calmly as he could, “Yeseung-ah, where did you get all these papers?”

A giggle and a high-pitched squeal of delight was all the answer he could get. 

“LEE YESEUNG!!!”

Lee Jihoon jumped out of bed the moment his eyes caught the paper. Groggily, and feeling a little bit off because it was still early, he reached out and snatched a paper plane zooming in toward him. When his eyes had adjusted enough, he looked at the paper. Oh, cool. His baby boy was making paper planes. What an artist! He smiled sleepily, and was about to say a word of praise to his little artist when he looked at the paper again. 

Panic and stress, too early to be felt in the morning, seized his heart. He was suddenly wide awake. 

Aishh, this kid!!!

Lee Yeseung, his son, was making paper planes out of his music sheets.

HIS LIFE’S WORK. HIS MUSIC SHEETS.

His mind going insane, he bounded across the room with uncharacteristic quickness (it was still early in the morning, mind you), and flung the door open. He was already beginning to panic internally. He was sure he had locked his office at the den when he went into bed at 3 a.m. He was very sure. He wouldn’t have forgotten. But he followed the paper trail—Breathe, bruh, breathe, he kept telling himself, not stopping to look at which song sheet got ripped by his little troll—and with utter disbelief, stared at his wide-open office door.

He distinctly remembered what folks kept telling him about this penthouse. “The doors, cupboards and the built-in closets are definitely (emphasis on DEFINITELY) childproof. You won’t have a problem, even if you get quintuplets running around and playing horse.” 

Now, Lee Jihoon knew better. For his kid, even if he just has ONE Lee Yeseung, all the childproofing in the world would not be able to work. 

 “Yeseung-ah,” he gently chided, as he stared helplessly at the door and the little boy on the floor, surrounded by headsets, pens, papers, song sheets, and other stuff that he had religiously put into what he had considered “safe zones”. Now, he would be much more cautious when dealing with his boy. “What did you do?”

“Paper planes!” the kid squealed in delight, throwing another newly-made paper plane into the air. Jihoon forced himself to look away from the plane circling above them; he forced himself not to see that that was his FIRST finished lyric sheet for “Adore U”. This kid knew how to pull triggers to make his dad crazy, that’s for sure. Jihoon was doing his best not to freak out. He loved his little baby more than the song sheets. He kept telling himself that HE LOVED HIS KID MORE THAN THOSE SONG SHEETS THAT HE’D STAYED UP NIGHTS FOR. YEP. NOT FREAKING OUT. 

“That…that was a piece with sentimental value…” the cameras caught Jihoon’s internally-freaking-out-I-don’t-know-how-to-handle-this-mess face, picking up the sheets that he could still salvage. The cameras also panned at the safety latches that were expertly unlatched (some were even unlatched with what looked to be like bite marks and SCISSORS), and the outlet caps that were—you guessed it—uncapped. Nothing closed remained closed. It was a good thing, though, that Jihoon’s treasure chest of other composing mementos was one with a padlock. Nothing beats a good, old padlock, he thought to himself with a sigh of relief. Not even childproof crap compared to it.

NARRATOR: *Oh, no! It looks like little Yeseung has made quite a mess! And with his dad’s most precious music sheets!*

“You won’t have a problem,” they said. “Childproof,” they said. Wow. Even with quintuplets, huh? 

It took only one Lee Yeseung, Jihoon thought to himself, to unlatch three “safety” latches on his office door. Just one, bright, hyper, adorably troll-like little boy with an adorable giggle that was making his heart melt right now, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and his nappie, and holding a ripped-up song sheet entitled—OH NO. 

“LEE YESEUNG!!!”

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30: 

JIHOON: (Holds his head in his hands for a few seconds before sighing deeply). He tore up my latest work. My little boy tore up my latest work. This is so…(groans and laughs at the same time) Seriously, I don’t know what to expect of my kid anymore. He just keeps doing whatever, and…it’s…(Laughs softly now.) I don’t know how my wife manages to keep him at bay. They’re together basically fifteen hours everyday, right after work, and she always manages to teach him how to do this and that without freaking out. Now I’M freaking out. That song sheet he’d ripped up had taken me hours to write, and I’ve only finished it right before I went to bed today. I don’t know if I’d still be able to salvage it. (Looks at the camera shyly and smirks.) But this is okay for the most part. Kids sometimes do this. (Laughs sheepishly at his excuse for Yeseung’s paper plane incident.) He’s probably doing payback because I called him a “hyper kid” yesterday.

Q: Will you still be able to write that song down because he ripped up that one? We know that you also have deadlines to meet. 

JIHOON: (Nods confidently.) It’s a good thing that I always put files on backup. I never write without saving data, because accidents like this could happen. But still I have to tell Yeseung (Bites back a smile) not to mess with my work again. Even though my heart just bursts when I discipline him, I really have to do it so he learns that it’s not okay to rip up sheets and make paper planes out of them. (Nods again, as if still not quite believing what happened.) Paper planes. Wow. I didn’t teach him that, but he sure knows how to make one. 

NARRATOR: *We are now entering the Lee playroom, where Jihoon-appa is going to talk to little Yeseung! What will happen here? Let’s find out!*

7:00 A.M.

A very repentant little Yeseung was escorted inside the playroom. His eyes, very much like his dad's, were now looking pleadingly at his father, who was having a very hard time keeping a stern face with his son. Because he felt like bailing out on this “scolding session”, as he liked to dub it, Jihoon avoided his son’s eyes, and the cute pleas that followed as he set two little chairs facing each other. 

“Appa,” Yeseung called out to him, his baby voice quivering along with his lip as he spoke. “I’m really, really sorry for making a mess. Appa. Appa.” 

“I know you’re sorry,” Jihoon answered, leaning down to pick Yeseung up and to set him on one chair. Then he tried to look inconspicuous and stern as he sat down on the other one, trying not to mind the cameras and the cameramen who were watching the scene with smiles on their faces. “But we still have to talk about what happened. Now, Lee Yeseung, what did you do? Why is Appa upset?”

There was silence for a while. Jihoon wondered for a few seconds if his kid even knew what was wrong about what he did. 

Then, just as he was about to give up, Yeseung, whose eyes were by this time zooming in on his train set, was scratching his head. “Um…because I made a mess?” He whispered, his lisp making the question comical. He looked at his dad questioningly. 

Jihoon, looking at Yeseung, found the expression so similar to yours whenever you would look up to him to ask a question. The similarity of the expression struck him that he couldn’t help but become benevolent towards this cute little tyke. “Exactly. What kind of mess?”

“I knew it.” Suddenly, Yeseung sniffled. His bottom lip was trembling, and Jihoon was panicking again. He was NOT allowed to cry. He had ripped up his dad’s song sheets, a vital part of his dad’s source of income! Jihoon was aghast as the little boy sobbed uncontrollably. “Did I make too many paper airplanes, Appa?” He began crying uncontrollably now. “I…I thought you would like them. Th-that w-w-was wh-why I…I made them.” Yeseung hiccupped between words, his tears streaming down his red cheeks, his eyes squeezed shut. 

This kid is MISSING THE POINT! Who cares if he makes a thousand of those? I wouldn’t care. I’d love it even. But the material he used to make them…Jihoon took a deep breath. “Don’t cry, Lee Yeseung,” Jihoon warned, an edge to his voice, like he had heard you do whenever you would scold Yeseung. “You messed up Appa’s office. What did Eomma and Appa tell you about messing up Appa’s office?”

“You…” Yeseung looked at him with eyes that mirrored hurt. “You…” Hiccup. “Don’t…” Hiccup. “Like…” Hiccup. “My…” Hiccup. “PAPER PLANES!!!” 

“No! I like them!” 

At that point. Yeseung bawled like the baby he was. “I’m…” Hiccup. “Sorry!!!” He cried again. 

“It’s true. I like them!”

You were supposed to be scolding him, Lee Jihoon, Jihoon could hear you chiding, NOT giving in the minute he cries like this. 

Of course, Jihoon knew that. But he just sat there, speechless for a few seconds before coming down on his knees and consoling his baby. He really couldn’t be upset with this one for long, hard as he might try! “Hey, I liked your paper planes,” he whispered gently, rubbing his boy’s back and scooping him up into his arms, walking to and from one side of the room to the other. “You did great! I liked them.” 

Yeseung looked up from Jihoon’s now-wet shirt where he had burrowed his face in to study his appa’s face. “Really? You…” Hiccup. “Really…” Hiccup. “Liked it…FOR REAL?” 

Jihoon nodded, relieved to see that Yeseung had stopped sobbing his hurt little heart out. “I did. But what I didn’t like about them was that you made them out of my music sheets. What did Eomma and I tell you about that?”

“I…” he sniffled. “I wasn’t supposed to tear it up like I did.” 

“But you did. Now, are you going to do that again?” 

Yeseung, bless his heart, wiped his tears and shook his head.  His eyes, now hopefully alight again, were looking at his father. “Not ever again.”

“You promise?” Jihoon looked at his little boy with a twinkle in his eye.

“I promise,” Yeseung solemnly replied. 

“That’s my boy!” Jihoon kissed him on the cheek. “How about I get the ‘I Love You’ kiss to be sure that we’re friends again?”

Yeseung’s face lit up just like that. Using his hands wetted by tears, he held his father’s face on both and kissed Jihoon on the nose to start. He began to chant this unique family ritual in his irresistibly endearing, sing-song voice. “Appa, appa, I love you!” Left cheek kiss. “I love you!” Right cheek kiss. “I love you!” Nose kiss. 

Jihoon laughed and did the same. “Yeseung, Yeseung, I love you!” Left cheek kiss. “I love you!” Right cheek kiss. “I love you!” Nose kiss.

“There!” Yeseung looked at him cheekily and patted his face, as if consoling him, as if his dad were the one who did something wrong. “We’re friends again now!” Then he burrowed his face into his dad’s shirt and said something that sounded like, “I wuv youuuu”.

Jihoon just stayed like that, as if time became suspended for him. Never had he felt these unexplainable emotions inside him right now. And, as was characteristic of him, he couldn’t say a word. This feeling, with his baby boy tucked into him so snugly, was too precious for words.

Soft laughs could be heard from the cameramen, breaking his awed reverie. He smiled shyly at one camera, and exited the room, still carrying his early-morning troublemaker.

And so father and son became reconciled after the paper plane incident, happily playing around with each other and laughing, the way they always do whenever they are together. 

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30: 

JIHOON: (Smiles shyly.) I’m really happy that I got to be a part of this show. Being part of an idol group is amazing, and the companionship and the effort each of us put to make SEVENTEEN survive the challenges and achieve milestones cannot be compared to anything…but it’s true that we sometimes miss out on family life. The tours, the training, the endless engagements and other things that work requires us to do, are often at the expense of our time with our personal and family lives. I’m really thankful for shows like this, where the line between career and personal lives could be blurred for a few enjoyable days to show people that we, too, have families, and we want to spend time with them as much as we could. (Shows a picture of Yeseung.) This was taken during Yeseung’s second birthday party. He had just gotten his front teeth then, and you could see that there (points at Yeseung’s grinning mouth in the picture.)…he’s cute, isn’t he? (Laughs shyly again.) But the reason why I was showing this is because I would like to tell you that this was one of the times when I wasn’t able to make it for an important family event. It’s a good thing that my wife understands enough, loving enough, and patient enough to go on and do things even when I am not there. She has never resented me for having less time with them as I’d like. (Smiles briefly.) But here I am, and I promise myself that I will enjoy these moments with my baby.

9:00 A.M.

NARRATOR: *Little artist Yeseung is going to daycare today. Will he enjoy his day with friends today? Let’s find out!*

“THAT’S NOT A STAR!!!” 

Yeseung’s eyes started to water with tears as he looked at Eunha, his girl crush since forever, glaring at him with her tiny arms crossed around her chest. 

The daycare toddlers had been told by their teacher to draw shapes with different kinds of crayons and pencils, all neatly laid out on the tables. The kids, sitting patiently on their chairs and putting their creative minds to work, were seated three by three on each table. But the cameras were zoomed in on Lee Yeseung and Jeon Eunha’s table. They were supposed to have another classmate on their table, but a friend of theirs wasn’t able to come to daycare today. Cameramen smiled as they panned swiftly to Lee Yeseung, whose lower lip had started to tremble, a sure sign that he was about to cry. Again. 

Beautiful Jeon Eunha, Jeon Wonwoo’s bright little baby girl, dressed in a white dress and baby blue cardigan, would not stop telling Yeseung that he had made an unusual drawing of a star. Therefore, it could not be a star. 

A cameraman zoomed in on the artwork in question, and he had to agree. The huge yellow-and-orange blob in the middle of Lee Yeseung’s paper did not look like a star at first glance.

But how could we say that to such a cute little boy who looked even cuter in his navy trousers, cream-colored sweater and round-rimmed glasses? How?

“B-but it is a star,” he sobbed as he pointed at his artwork with a yellow crayon. “See? It--it even looks like it’s burning bright!”

“It’s not a star, Lee Yeseung,” Eunha insisted, her beautiful chin arched up imperiously. “Stars do not look like that!”

Yeseung cried. “Don’t fight with each other, Yeseung and Eunha,” Yoon Jae Eun wisely shouted from the other table where she was also drawing shapes with the Choi twins. “Don’t cry anymore, Lee Yeseung!”

Eunha saw that she had made Yeseung cry, and she stopped crossing her arms and sat down next to him. Embarrassed because he could not stop crying, she awkwardly patted his shoulder. 

“Don’t cry,” she softly consoled, “don’t cry.”

“No I don’t wanna cry,” Choi Seungjae sang from the other table. Soft laughter emanated from the cameremen’s different perches. Seriously, Choi Seungjae? 

NARRATOR: *Aww, the argument between Lee Yeseung and Jeon Eunha is now ending with a warm gesture from Eunha! How cute these two are!*

“I’m sorry for making you cry,” Eunha whispered, her braids swishing as she leaned close to Yeseung. Her pretty, almond-shaped eyes, which shone fiercely a few moments ago, now looked kind. And Yeseung, seeing that his friend was being nice to him again, gave Eunha a wobbly smile. 

“I can show you how to make a better star. May I?”

Yeseung nods, his eyes filled with unashamed wonder again at Eunha. 

Watching from a floor-to-ceiling window facing the tables, Jihoon and Wonwoo stood watching their kids. 

Lee Jihoon groaned and put his hand to his face. “Wow.” 

Wonwoo looked over at Jihoon and grinned. “I told you: let’s match them up.” 

“Stop that! They’re so young!” But Jihoon laughed and pressed a hand to the windowpane, his watchful eyes never leaving his son, who was now coloring with Eunha. “You’re right, though. My Yeseung likes Eunha very much.” 

Wonwoo nodded wisely, very much like his daughter. “I guess he liked her from the very moment he met Eunha.”

INTERVIEW WITH LEE JIHOON, 30:

JIHOON: (Rubs his chin thoughtfully.) When Yeseung was about two years old, my wife and I noticed that he was having a hard time trying to speak. I thought we were just both paranoid parents since he was our first baby, but when we relayed our concerns to our family doctor, he immediately referred us to a speech-language pathologist, who confirmed our fears. This pathologist told us that Yeseung had the beginning stages of a “speech sound disorder”. Yeseung checks the box on the symptoms that this disorder is known widely for: not using consonants when babbling, using mainly vowels or resorting to gestures to communicate even at age 2...we were really--how do I put  this--distraught, that our little boy could have that kind of speech impediment. But the doctor told us not to worry, and said that because we found out about Yeseung’s speech disorder earlier, we could treat it with a higher chance of success. 

(Short pause as Jihoon takes a drink.)

JIHOON: We took him to a lot of individual therapy sessions for the first few months, but there were no changes. We took less hours from work as much as we could to spend more time with him. Yeseung was a bright kid. He knew that there was something wrong and I could see that he wanted to help us make him better, but he could only do so much. 

(Looks lost in thought for a while.)

JIHOON: I remember thinking during that time, “My baby boy is about to attend daycare and then preschool--if we don’t have success in therapeutic treatment, he may have a hard time at school.” (Looks at his hands.) I remember nights when I would carry him in my arms at night, rock him to sleep, and then go to my wife, who would be crying silently. I would hold her close, too. Where words sound empty, gestures fill. (Smiles sadly.) It was a very hard time for her because the both of us had demanding jobs, and there are particularly hard days at work, which adds to the pressure of making sure that our child gets the love, care and attention that he needs. Sometimes, as a parent, you feel so inadequate because even though you love your child with all of your being, it’s...it’s not enough. And you have to learn to accept that you aren’t enough, and that you have to learn harder to wait. I learned that as we helped Yeseung overcome his speech sound disorder.

JIHOON: (Pauses for a while, then suddenly smiles.) Things took a turn for the better when Wonwoo and his family visited on a Monday. My wife was at work and I was the one with Yeseung then, because it was my day off. Wonwoo brought Eunha to Yeseung, and I could still remember Yeseung’s face (Gestures wildly with his hands, eyes smiling.), all bright and cheerful and all smiles--he only had his four front teeth, then! I remember that they played together a lot, and Wonwoo and I talked all afternoon about...dad stuff. (Laughs lightly.) Who knew, right? Who knew that we’d get to this point. We got married at about the same time, we had kids that are separated only by months--it was an amazing conversation that I still recall fondly. 

(The cameraman nods agreement at Jihoon’s comments about how fast time flies. Jihoon gives him a high-five.)

JIHOON: But what amazed me was when we ended the day and I was carrying Yeseung, as we waved goodbye to our visitors, Yeseung shouted out, “Jeon Eunha, bye-bye!” (Looks at the camera, smiling incredulously.) If anyone could have seen my face when he said those three words. He said it clearly, without any sign of the impediment he was being treated with. I tried to make him say it again, but he looked up at me and I knew that I had to wait a little longer for him to speak clearly on his own. I didn’t have to wait longer. During dinner later that night, my wife and I were surprised. He suddenly said, “Jeon Eunha. I like Jeon Eunha.”

(Wonderment from the background of the interview. Jihoon nods, smiling and then shakes his head in disbelief.)

JIHOON: (Looks at the camera again, smirking his FAMOUS SMIRK.) To everyone who is watching, yes, it’s true. Yeseung’s first clear sentence wasn’t about his parents. (Shakes his head again.) It was about how he liked Jeon Eunha.

12:00 P.M.

“LEE YESEUNG!!!” 

Jihoon’s piercing cry of alarm could be heard all around the whole daycare center. Cameras panned at him quickly, standing, distraught and in shock, as he watched his toddler tumble down the supposedly safe slide at the playroom, head first. 

As fast as his feet could carry him, Jihoon was beside his son at once. He cradled Yeseung’s head on his lap and he checked for bumps. His heart raced inside so fast he felt like he was about to faint. He recorded today in his mind: Lee Yeseung’s first slide accident. He wanted no more accidents in the future. 

“Why did you slide down like that?” he chided worriedly. He kissed Yeseung’s head over and over again and hugged his boy close to him. “You’re not allowed to slide that way again, are we clear?” When he did not get a response from the little tyke, he repeated, more firmly, “Are we clear, Lee Yeseung?”

“Hehehe.”

The gurgling giggles that only four-year-old toddlers can produce vibrated in Lee Jihoon’s chest. Surprised, he looked down at Yeseung in his arms. 

Lee Yeseung wasn’t crying. 

Lee Yeseung was laughing. 

As in bursting to the seams with laughter. 

“Lee Yeseung, I didn’t hear you reply to me. Are we clear?” Jihoon intentionally made his voice sound sterner than usual. “Are. We. Clear? Or do I have to make you face the wall like your Eomma does?” 

The little lip trembled again. Jihoon thought Yeseung was about to have another crying session, but something different happened. 

The trembling lip was a moment’s hesitation, in a toddler’s language. 

Yeseung reached up, cupped his father’s face in his small hands, and kissed him on the cheek. 

“Lee Ye--”

--another kiss on the cheek. Followed by a giggle. 

“You look funny when you’re mad, Appa,” Yeseung giggled again. “Funny, funny, funny!”

“Lee Yeseung,” Lee Jihoon groaned. Again, he received a kiss on the cheek. 

“Don’t be mad at Yeseung anymore!”

“LEE YESEEEUNNGGGG!!!”

With that, Lee Yeseung bounded away, towards the direction where Choi Seungjae’s voice came from. His playmates were calling again. 

And Lee Jihoon--while charmed and red-faced by his son’s “kiss-on-the-cheek diplomacy”--still watched worriedly. He had felt a huge bump that he knew would soon grow into a humongous one later. He knew that you would be furious the moment you see that bump on Yeseung’s forehead. 

Sighing and completely resigned to his fate as a worried dad and soon-to-be-interrogated husband, he watched as Yeseung played tag with his hyper friends.

Oops. He had to remove that word from his vocabulary. He mentally slapped his head. Yeseung doesn’t like being called hyper. Yeseung won’t like it if Jihoon described his friends as hyper, too, he knew. 

“I love my son,” he repeated over and over. “I love my son. I love my wife. This will be a great day.” 

And of course it will be!

8:00 P.M.

NARRATOR: *We are back at the Lee Residence! Looks like little Lee Yeseung is telling his mom about his day while they are playing with his Legos. Let’s look at what they are doing!* 

It was a rule in your house that Lee Yeseung will only be allowed to play with his iPad for a certain amount of hours, and with parental supervision. Nights were reserved for non-gadget games and quality time as a family. 

Which is why, after dinner, cameras slowly zoomed in on Yeseung’s bedroom, where you, Jihoon and Yeseung were all sprawled on the padded floor, helping the little one play with his Lego blocks. You, of course, had your face blurred on the cameras for privacy purposes. On his small bed, tidily decorated and loud with Toy Story designs (Woody was Yeseung’s favorite cartoon character), were Yeseung’s pajamas and socks, folded neatly and waiting to be worn by their owner when bedtime approached. 

You helped Lee Yeseung build a ship with his Lego blocks, and Lee Jihoon sat on one side, pen and paper in hand. He had been trying to salvage what he could still remember about his latest work, which had been torn apart and made into paper planes, now hanging on the ceiling above. Yeseung had insisted, and you had overruled Jihoon’s protestations. Jihoon had given in and helped you and Yeseung hang the paper planes onto the ceiling with different colored strings. 

“Eunha and I had a fight,” Yeseung dutifully reported to you as he skilfully attached a Lego to complete the hull of the ship.

“Aww. Now that’s a story I haven’t heard about.” you said consolingly at your son before turning to Jihoon, whispering fiercely, “Was this before or after our baby got a bump on his head?”

Jihoon stopped writing. “Ouch. That hurts. I was watching him all the time when he slid the wrong way, love!”

You made faces at Jihoon and turned back to Yeseung. The ship was almost completed. “Why did you have a fight?”

“She told me that my star did not look like a star.” Yeseung’s face twisted again when he mentioned what happened, but he did not cry. “But it was a star, Eommai! I even made it burn brightly.”

You were taken by surprise at the reason for the fight and decided to be gentle. “Well...we learned about what stars look like, right? Remember? You and Eomma made stars together?”

Yeseung nodded and looked up at you with sad eyes. “I remember.”

“So…” you purse your lips. “What did your star look like?” 

Yeseung immediately got up and skipped to his small drawing table, where he picked up a piece of paper. “Here, Eomma! And I promise you, it’s really a star!”

You looked at the blob of yellow on the paper and could not speak for a moment. Ah. Maybe they were learning about shapes earlier, and to everyone in the classroom, this did not look like a star shape. But you knew how Yeseung was thinking. You glanced at your son appreciatively, smiling at him.

“It is a star,” you confirmed, and Yeseung beamed at you. 

By nine o’clock, after tucking Yeseung in to sleep, cameras were still trained on you and Jihoon, sitting next to your toddler’s bed. 

Jihoon cleared his throat. “So...is it really a star?”

You looked at Jihoon quickly and laughed softly. Then you reached for Yeseung’s iPad on the bedside table where you were leaning. 

“See for yourself.”

You opened the iPad and showed Jihoon a recent video that Yeseung had just watched. It was about the solar system and the stars. 

No stars shown on the video looked five-pointed. All stars shown were balls of fire, burning brightly. 

“Eunha was right when she showed Yeseung how to draw the star shape that we use in art,” you said softly, closing the iPad, “but Yeseung was thinking differently. He was picturing a real star. He knew what they really looked like and he wanted to draw it well.” 

“Hence the blob.” Jihoon was holding Yeseung’s artwork. “He’s a genius.

You laughed again. “Yes. Hence the blob of burning yellow.”

You both laughed, and watched Yeseung’s deep breaths. Then you turned off the lamp. “Let’s go. He’s asleep.”

“Remind me to get padlocks for my office.”

You laughed again.

Cameras panned away from Yeseung’s room as you and Jihoon retreated to your bedroom. But, faintly, just before the scene was completed, Jihoon was heard speaking in low tones.

“Remember those thirty nights we spent together, love?”

“Shhhh! Lee Jihoon!”

Mercifully, the scene had already been completed. Lee Jihoon’s teasing laugh and your noises of protest went unrecorded and your bedroom door closed.

So there ended another night at the Lee residence. 

3:04 A.M.

Or so we thought. 

The soft patter of footsteps and a little figure in pajamas could be heard quietly sneaking into a forbidden part of the house. 

Click. 

“Let’s make boats for Eomma,” a voice sang in the dark. 

An automatic light came on in the forbidden room, followed by the sound of paper being ripped. Rip, rip, rip. And singing! But you and Jihoon did not hear all the commotion happening. The cameras, though, recorded the sneaky action.

You better hope that ripping sound is not coming out of your books…

…because Lee Yeseung is about to make you a lot of boats.

EPISODES | Ep. 1 | Ep. 2 | after-party |  Ep. 3 | only us | Ep. 4 | afterglow

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i got so brave, drink in hand

sneeze i’m sorry this is so late i- i just couldn’t work on this chapter. i promise the next one will be better..

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Aiura knew that red strings were common in people.

Sure, a little pointless since, as far as she knew, she was the only one who could see them, but common. The problem was out of the eternity of PK Academy she'd only seen three.

And she saw the third on the day (L/n) transferred to her class.

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Saiki and (L/n) both sigh as they set their bags next to their desks and sit down. Saiki turns to see (L/n) yawning before turning to Saiki. Bags lined the underneath of her (e/c) eyes.

"Oh...hey Saiki.." She smiles drowsily. Saiki feels his face heat up at the cute action but is eliciting to ignore it. Nope. Not happening at all. He's not sure what you're talking about.

"How late did you get home last night?" He asks.

"Around 10.." (L/n) shrugs. "I stopped at a store on my way home and then I was up doing homework for while... But it's alright! I had some...caffeine earlier.."

"I'm sorry." Saiki apologizes. He wasn't even sure why he was apologizing. For keeping her out late? For making her take care of him?

"Nah, don't apologize. It's alright." She gives a heartwarming smile and Saiki- for once- thanks god that Teruhashi has joined the two to interrupt the conversation.

"(Y/n), are you okay?" Teruhashi asks worriedly. "You seem tired."

"Yeah." (L/n) nods. "I just..got to sleep a bit late.."

"How late?" Teruhashi asks.

"Ehehehe.... 4am...?" (L/n) laughs awkwardly. Teruhashi looks unamused.

"(Y/n)..!" She begins to reprimand.

"Kokomi!" (L/n) mocks her tone. "I had a lot of homework."

Teruhashi sighs and shakes her head. "You need better time management. How much of that did you spend playing on your phone?"

"..Ehheheh.." (L/n) begins to awkwardly laugh again. The poor girl obviously needed sleep. School started at 7am, she probably barely got 2 or 3 hours of sleep.

Before anyone else can reprimand the poor, sleep deprived girl, the teacher walks in the room, settling the students as they return to their seats.

"Good morning, class." The teacher begins.

"Good morning.." The class responds. Saiki only gives partial attention as she begins her lesson. He turns and sees (L/n) with her head in her hand and eyes half lidded as she drifts off. Saiki sighs as he nudges the girl under the desks with his foot. She snaps awake confused.

"Stay awake, idiot." Saiki reprimands, but there's a small grin on his face. (L/n) squints her eyes at him.

"Fine. Because you asked so nicely, Strawberry." She mutters under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

"...with that, you and your partner will choose a book from PK's library to report on.." The teacher continues to speak, as she writes on the chalkboard. "..due within two weeks from now. I have assigned your partners." Saiki feels the dread in his very soul. Ever since (L/n) showed up it felt like there were a lot of fanfiction cliches showing up and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

The teacher begins listing partner pairs. "Kuboyasu and Kaido. Teruhashi and Yumerhara." She goes down the list of convenient pairs. "Mera and Hairo. Saiki and (L/n)." Ah, there's the cliche money maker. The teacher continues listing the names of background characters. Like Takahashi and Saiko. We don't care about Saiko in this fanfiction.

Anyway, (L/n) sleepily turns to Saiki as the teacher finishes her list and lets the partner pairs discuss. "So...what book are we doing?"

Saiki shrugs. "What kind of books do you read?" He asks. He's only doing this because its a normal conversation. With a normal girl. Who he is not growing fond of what so ever. Stop jumping to conclusions, reader.

(L/n) shrugs. "Any, really.." She hums for a second. "What was that one book..."

"Hm?" Saiki hums curiously.

"I don't remember the title.." (L/n) leans her head in her hand. "But I remember a quote. It was something like.. "'I see two lovers looking over the cauldron of hell. Are they contemplating a double suicide? This means their love will end in hell." I couldn't stop laughing.'"

Saiki thinks for a moment. He'd probably heard the line before due to telepathy.

"It's Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto." Saiki responds after a minute.

"Yeah, that one!" (L/n) snaps her fingers. "Have you read it before?" She asks.

"No. I just.. I've heard of it, before." Saiki lies. No, he has not read it, he just used his powers to find the book for the poor girl.

"It's probably in the library, wanna do that book?" (L/n) asks. Saiki nods. "Cool..cool.."

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The homeroom bell rang and Saiki had no chance to go anywhere else before (L/n) starts dragging him by the sleeve to the library. "Come on! Better to start this now." (L/n) weakly beckons as they walk into the library. "Now where the hell is that book."

Saiki shrugs as (L/n) walks off to look for it. He could use clairvoyance and- yep, already found the book. Saiki walks over and grabs two copies of the book- one for him and one for (L/n).

"Alright, let's go." Saiki sighs. (L/n) snaps around with a 'are you fucking kidding me' face.

"I- oh what the hell. Let's go, Strawberry." (L/n) yawns, because clearly sleeping through the entirety of mathematics class was not enough for the poor girl. Saiki can't help but feel a small grin come across his face as the shorter girl takes a copy from his hand and begins walking to the librarian.

After the very rushed library trip begins a trek home with Nendo, Kaido, and Kuboyasu trailing along. Three annoyances and one tolerable girl.

"Hey, we should go get some ramen!" Nendo offers, as he does every day.

"Nah..I'm exhausted.. plus, I don't have money on me." (L/n) smiles.

"You want to get ramen every day, Nendo. Plus, I have homework and cram school." Kaido rolls his eyes.

"I've got to go...meet with someone." Kuboyasu excuses, which is code for "something that's entirely delinquent related that the author does not want to write."

"Damn.. okay. What about you, partner?" Nendo asks. Crap, he didn't have an excuse.

"I-"

"Actually, Saiki was gonna head over to my place so we could work on that book project." (L/n) excuses him, setting a hand on his shoulder as she looks up at Nendo. Saiki looks at her with adoration for a second- thank whatever God sent this girl to be the saint she is.

"That's not due for like, two weeks." Kuboyasu points out.

"We're not going to college for another year and Shun's still got his applications filled out." (L/n) comments.

"H-Hey! You know that's cause of my mom!" Kaido argues, face bright red. Saiki found the usual bickering to be quiet boring.. he figured he should entertain himself.

Hm.. maybe..

"Yeah, I know, I know." (L/n) grins. "Still funny."

Saiki looks at Kuboyasu. With boredom he's decided to see everyone's likability for (L/n). ..Huh. Solid 54. Not bad. He turns to Nendo next.

"Haha! Tell me, what college are you going to, runt?" Nendo asks. ..Hm. 58. Not too far off. He turns to Kaido.

"Shut up!" Kaido tries to elbow Nendo yet it does absolutely nothing. As per usual. ..94. Jesus. Saiki knew the two were close by some miracle but jeez. Only person left in the group was him, and he was confident in his emotions...

"Hey, this is where Saiki and I gotta split. See you guys!" (L/n) waves as they turn a corner.

"See you around."

"See you, partner!!! See you, friend!!!"

"Bye Saiki, (Y/n)!"

Saiki turns to the girl who stares off into space as they now walk quietly. Her (e/c) eyes were half lidded with exhaustion and she was beginning to fall asleep while walking she was so tired.

"Hey, Strawberry..." (L/n) starts, dragging out his nickname.

"What is it, (L/n)?" Saiki sighs.

"I'm tired... wanna carry me..?" She grins half-assedly. Saiki rolls his eyes.

"No."

"Come oooon."

"Absolutely not." Saiki refuses. (L/n) pouts cutely and crosses her arms for a second, deep in thought. 'Well, I could just..' Oh no. (L/n) falls out of Saiki's line of vision for a second but he isn't necessarily surprised when the girl just jumps on his back without warning. He sigh heavily as he stops walking.

"Hah, can't avoid it now, Strawberry!" (L/n) grins over his shoulder.

"I could just drop you." He sighs.

"Please don't."

Saiki rolls his eyes into oblivion and continues walking with the sleepy girl on his back. She's quiet but her thoughts roll on. 'Hm..his hair is soft. And he smells like vanilla."

Saiki's face warms up. For some odd, unrelated reason. No sir, not related to that at all. Not sure what you're talking about. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a..number..?

Ah, that's right, he was using the likability to see how everyone felt about (L/n). The tracker floated in the corner of his vision, a solid "70" written on the board of it. Weird. The last person around (L/n) was only Saiki.

It must've just glitched out. Don't get happy here. His powers have just been.. wonky lately. That's it. As he continues to walk, dismissing the totally glitchy meter, the girl on his back slowly begins to drift off.

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When you woke from your sleep, not even realizing how comfortably you dozed off on the poor boy, he was standing in front of your apartment building. "Will you get off now?" He asks impatiently. You giggle and slide off his back, landing hard on your feet.

"Thank you for the Uber." You grin. He gives you a less then amused look and you can't help but laugh at the unamused face t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶a̶d̶o̶r̶e̶.̶ "Sorry, sorry. But really. Thanks for tolerating that."

Saiki thinks to himself for a second. "It's...alright. There's more annoying people I know." He sighs. You look at him for a second- did he just compliment you? Did Saiki Kusuo, the ever done-with-your-shit tsundere, just give you a backwards ass compliment?

No.

Don't lie to us, Saiki.

You smile at him after a second. "Well- I have to tend to..something. I don't know. I probably have work to do, so.. bye!" You smile, waving as you walk into the building. He waves slightly before walking away. You climb the stairs up to the second floor, and unlock your door, popping in and kicking off your shoes. You drop your bag at the door.

"OH my god FINALLY." You scream to yourself. Yes, you lived alone, parents...parents and siblings long gone. You shook the thought of them from your head as you wandered through your apartment to your kitchen as you hummed some American song from the 2000s to yourself. Opening the kitchen cabinets revealed..

..well, not much. Shit. You sigh to yourself. You hadn't gone shopping in forever, which, was a given since you'd found yourself so busy. Life seemed to become hectic since you met Saiki but that was alright. You thought he was cool. You pause as you close your cabinets.

The thought of his eyes crossed your mind. They weren't special, if anything bland, but there's nights where the purple color is all you can see in your head. You weren't necessarily sure why. His eyes were just.. pretty. You should tell him some time. You shake the thought from your head as you walk to your bedroom, choosing to change out of your school uniform.  

After having chosen a comfortable outfit that fit your style, you grabbed your keys, wallet, phone and put on your shoes. It's shopping time, baby. There was a convenience store you usually went to about 20 minutes away from your apartment. So you went down the stairs, nearly falling on your face quiet a few times, and exited your apartment building and began the trek to the store.

As you walk, your thoughts begin to wander. You'd never think before that at 16 you'd be living alone in your own apartment. Thinking back to the events that lead you here...

Well, you didn't like to think of it much. The thought that truly, you were the last person in your family alive. In some fucked up way, it could remind you of that one game...What Remains of Edith Finch? You push the thought from your head, chosing to hum whatever song comes to mind first.

You didn't really like dwelling on the depressing things of it all. Of course, sometimes, it couldn't be helped, but if you had the choice..

You enter the store as you clear your thoughts, arriving at your destination finally, and hopefully avoiding the author's shitty monolouging. You walk through, grabbing the necessities, and by necessities I mean junk foods that would definitely disappoint Hairo if he saw this. But he is not here, so you are free to grab an extra package of coffee jelly and an extra box of pocky.

You check out with only a slight judgmental look from the cashier and begin your trek home. We're just speeding through this chapter! As you walk along you feel something soft brush against your leg. You look down and what do you see? A cute little cat!

The white cat has violet eyes that cant help but remind you of Saiki and a collar with the label 'Sai.' You bend down, setting down your two bags, and pick up the cat. "Why, hello there!" you smile.

Sai stared back deadpanned. "Well, you remind me of someone I know an awful lot." You snort, setting the cat back on the ground and petting its head before picking up your bags and continuing to walk. After about 5 minutes, you notice the cat is still following you. You stop to turn to it for a second as it stares back up at you.

"You're awfully persistent, huh?" You smile. "I'm sorry, kitty, my landlord doesn't allow cats." You continue walking.

..And so does this damn cat. He's persistent and every time you tried to lose him in a doorway he'd dart in seconds before the door shut and nearly scared the shit out of you every time. Which is why he is now sitting patiently on your living room couch.

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Okay, look, first of all, Saiki has a PERFECTLY good explanation. And second of all, this is not his fault. At all. He wasted his precious time to turn into a cat because Amp was bothering him once he got home. Shenanigans happened, and Amp got mad at him and he lied that he was going home, and that he didn't live at his house, so that Amp would stop bothering him. Amp would not believe him so to sell the story he just followed (L/n) home because she wouldn't kick a cat to the curb. Thankfully, she didn't but now Saiki is here.

The problem is that (L/n) won't take her eyes off him so he can't just teleport and she's not opening the door any time soon. Which is an issue because Saiki would like to get home and play his game. But no. He gets stuck in this situation. Fuck you, Author.

(rude.)

(L/n) turns and picks up Saiki, or should I say Sai, and he can't help but sigh and curse Amp for leading him into this situation. He can't move much because he can't control his strength well like this and generally it'll just end badly. So he can't.. really do much as (L/n) sets what she assumes to be a normal cat in her lap and pets him gently. All he can think right now is 'please kill me.'

"Hm.. you've gotta belong to someone. I haven't seen you around before, kitty, are you lost?" She asks, as if the fucking cat would respond. Saiki is very bitter right now. And does not want to be pet. He squirms out of her grip and winds up across the couch. "Yikes, okay, I got it."

She sighs. "God, I can't go finding some cat owner.. I've got homework and shit.." (L/n) runs a hand through her hair as she turns around. Fuck it, that's all he needs.

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You turn back around. "We- What the fuck?!" The cat was gone. You snapped your head around, he didn't even seem to be in the apartment before. What- what the actual fuck?? Were you hallucinating??

..Yeah.. We'll call it hallucinating. You sigh as you flop at your kitchen table. You had homework.. and commissions.. and you were supposed to reread Kitchen. You glance at the book tossed to the side on your table. You'd read it once but that was years ago, when you were practicing Japanese. You were, simply put, stressed and tired as hell. It'd be another late night for you and just..

You'd think that through later, you told yourself, as you pull some bullshit math worksheet from your bag, pencil tapping as your eyes scan the problems. You were stressed but life was good. It was odd...

This stretch of happiness couldn't last long.

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tl;dr, go read kitchen. 

#sorry #i know it's. really bad #saiki k x reader #saiki k #saiki kusuo no psi nan #i havent posted in a while #saiki kusuo #my writing

[canaryatlaw]

okay I should write, but it’s officially been my birthday for 40 minutes!! So that’s fun. sadly I’ll have to entertain myself for most of the day, but I’ll probably sleep in and then maybe go out to some of the shops on main street (like Francesca’s) and do some shopping, and then later on I’m gonna go to Olive Garden with Jess and then to see Captain Marvel and then get ice cream for part 1 of birthday celebrations, part 2 will be on Saturday when we can go up to where they have the cheesecake factory and the fancy movie theatre where we will go to eat and see Shazam, so I’m excited for that. But anyway, today. I was in and out of sleep for a bit before getting up around 1ish. I spent a while just getting breakfast and checking things out on my computer. When I was done with that, I grabbed the receipt the dry cleaner’s had given me to get their phone number, the clothes were supposed to be ready by today but the receipt said “ready by 5 pm” on that day, so I wanted to call and make sure they were ready before I came down there, so I called and they said they were so I got ready and started walking there. It was like high 30′s today which is colder than the last few days at least so I grabbed my winter coat, but that was definitely a mistake as I started overheating very quickly. I made the walk down and stopped at the chase bank along the way to get cash since the dry cleaner’s had signs saying “cash payments are appreciated” and Chase is my bank so I get free ATM use, so I stopped in there and got some cash from the ATM before continuing on. The whole transaction was easy enough, I gave them the receipt and they brought the clothes out, I paid the amount specified and was good to go. Since I was now carrying a decent amount of clothing, I was gonna see if I could catch the bus back instead of walking the half a mile or so it is carrying the clothes, but this would depend how close the next bus was since it’d be pointless to wait for it for like 10 minutes. so I checked the bus tracker and it said the next one was only 3 minutes away, so I was pleased with that. the bus was kinda crowded and stopped at every stop along the way, but it was at least less physical exertion and knowing that my arms would’ve been killing me if I walked home. so I got home and put the clothes away, and then started my next task of dyeing my hair. I do dearly love my bright red hair, but I’m at the point where I can’t let something as stupid as hair color jeopardize my chance of getting a job, especially when I have *the* interview on Wednesday, so it had to go. I can’t even remember the last time I used a box kit on my own hair, but it got the job done. It was like a auburnish color, brown and red mix kind of. I was a little worried it wouldn’t quite turn out that color because the hair it was going on was so bright, but that didn’t end up being a problem. but yeah, I’ve done this enough to know how it works, so getting it in wasn’t an issue. it said to only wait 25 minutes before rinsing which seemed kind of short to me, but I kept to it pretty much. They said no shampoo for 24 hours, just rinse and use their conditioning thing, the same basic stuff, so that was no problem. Once I was done with that I set out to do my final planned task for the day, which was cleaning up the kitchen, mainly by taking out the trash and doing the dishes. The trash was WAY overdue to be taken out, to the point where there were some paper bags outside the trash bin also filled with trash. so I tried to pull the overstuffed bag out, only to find the bottom of it had ripped, and leaked god knows what all over the bottom of the trash bin. WELL CRAP. so I had to grab another trash bag and stretch it into the trash bin, then lower the first one into it and over it so it wouldn’t leak everywhere. it was....difficult lol. But I took that out along with the paper bags and the cardboard for recycling. I did my best to clean most of what I could out of the trash bin, but some of it I just couldn’t reach despite my best efforts, so I ended up just putting a new trash bag in and figured we’ll deal with it at some point in the future. From there I started doing the dishes, putting away the clean ones and washing through the dirty ones, then putting those away, so everything in the kitchen was handled. It was fairly close to 7 when Arrow was on at this point so I got some dinner and went to the den and turned the tv on for that, set to livetweet for the dctvpodcasts twitter account. Interesting episode, probably kept my attention more than most of the episodes so far this season, but that’s not saying very much I suppose. It was fairly obvious to me that Emiko was all in with the bad guys, not being coerced into it. I was NOT PREPARED for the reveal in the last flashback regarding the queen’s gambit, though I was a little confused as to who exactly was pulling the strings and who did the actual work there, was she working with Merlyn or what? weird. Otherwise in the plot, my lawyer brain had to jump to the obvious 4th amendment issues with Felicity’s proposed tracking system. not that they would care about silly little things like constitutional rights here. The whole subplot with Dinah and Laurel was?? weird?? normally I enjoy my girls interacting but this week was just kinda funky. I am of course looking forward to what next week will bring since it of course features the return of Sara which I am eagerly awaiting, so here’s hoping that will be a great episode. After Arrow was over I switched over to 9-1-1 which had just started, which was a pretty good episode. I swear this show makes me cry every damn week lol it plays on my emotions very well, but I very much enjoyed the plot with Howie the firefighter guy (still terrible with character names) and his journey as to how he got where he was and of course for it to end with him being stabbed and unconscious after encountering Maddie’s violent ex-husband who was coming to kidnap her. So I guess we’ll have to wait until next week to see how that plays out. After that I switched over to The Fix since that was airing then. It was a decent episode, I’m not totally in love with the show but it’s had some good moments. It’s VERY obvious they’re closely tracking the OJ case and what might have been if he had ended up in this situation (which is of course to be expected given that one of the writers/producers is the OJ prosecutor). It’s interesting for me to see the tactics the defense attorney was using and how they blew up in his face so badly this week, and seeing them play the secret tapes Jessica had made for the media to see and them cutting to his daughter when he had just promised to her that he had never hit Jessica and now she was finding out that was a huge lie....that was very well done. so I’m still on board for now, we’ll see where it goes from here. After that I just watched the news for a bit and then some Jimmy Kimmel before starting to get ready for bed, didn’t need to shower since I did so earlier when I was getting the hair dye out, so I took my pills and grabbed my computer to start writing this and now I am here. It’s 1:16 am and I am getting a bit sleepy, so I think I will end this here. Looking forward to birthday fun tomorrow. Goodnight peeps. I hope my birthday is a great day for you too.

#daily journal #March 2018 #Rachel watches Arrow #birthday

[mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl]

50 SHADES OF KWON JI YONG PT.4

A/N JUST ENJOY!

Genre:Romance/Smut/Fluff/Angst

Rated: Rated-R

Pair: Kwon Ji Yong(aka G-Dragon)x reader

Word count 5,527

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

Kiss me damn it! I implore him, but I can’t move. I’m paralyzed with a strange, unfamiliar need, completely captivated by him. I’m staring at Kwon Ji Yong’s exquisitely sculptured mouth, mesmerized, and he’s looking down at me, his gaze hooded, his eyes darkening. He’s breathing harder than usual, and I’ve stopped breathing altogether. I’m in your arms. Kiss me, please. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and gives me a small shake of his head as if in answer to my silent question. When he opens his eyes again, it’s with some new purpose, a steely resolve. “Y/N, you should steer clear of me. I’m not the man for you,” he whispers. What? Where is this coming from? Surely I should be the judge of that. I frown up at him, and my head swims with rejection. “Breathe,Y/N, breathe. I’m going to stand you up and let you go,” he says quietly, and he gently pushes me away. Adrenaline has spiked through my body, from the near miss with the cyclist or the heady proximity to JiYong, leaving me wired and weak. NO! My psyche screams as he pulls away, leaving me bereft. He has his hands on my shoulders, holding me at arm’s length, watching my reactions carefully. And the only thing I can think is that I wanted to be kissed, made it pretty damned obvious, and he didn’t do it. He doesn’t want me. He really doesn’t want me. I have royally screwed up the coffee morning. “I’ve got this,” I breathe, finding my voice. “Thank you,” I mutter awash with humiliation. How could I have misread the situation between us so utterly? I need to get away from him. “For what?” he frowns. He hasn’t taken his hands off me. “For saving me,” I whisper. “That idiot was riding the wrong way. I’m glad I was here. I shudder to think what could have happened to you. Do you want to come and sit down in the hotel for a moment?” He releases me, his hands by his sides, and I’m standing in front of him feeling like a fool. With a shake, I clear my head. I just want to go. All my vague, unarticulated hopes have been dashed. He doesn’t want me. What was I thinking? I scold myself. What would Kwon Ji Yong want with you? My subconscious mocks me. I wrap my arms around myself and turn to face the road and note with relief that the green man has appeared. I quickly make my way across, conscious that Kwon is behind me. Outside the hotel, I turn briefly to face him but cannot look him in the eye. “Thanks for the tea and doing the photo shoot,” I murmur. “y/n… I… ” He stops, and the anguish in his voice demands my attention, so I peer unwillingly up at him. His brown eyes are bleak as he runs his hand through his hair. He looks torn, frustrated, his expression stark, all his careful control has evaporated. “What, JiYong?” I snap irritably after he says – nothing. I just want to go. I need to take my fragile, wounded pride away and somehow nurse it back to health. “Good luck with your exams,” he murmurs. Huh? This is why he looks so desolate? This is the big send off? Just to wish me luck in my exams? “Thanks.” I can’t disguise the sarcasm in my voice. “Goodbye, Mr. Kwon.” I turn on my heel, vaguely amazed that I don’t trip, and without giving him a second glance, I disappear down the sidewalk toward the underground garage. Once underneath the dark, cold concrete of the garage with its bleak fluorescent light, I lean against the wall and put my head in my hands. What was I thinking? Unbidden and unwelcome tears pool in my eyes. Why am I crying? I sink to the ground, angry at myself for this senseless reaction. Drawing up my knees, I fold in on myself. I want to make myself as small as possible. Perhaps this nonsensical pain will be smaller the smaller I am. Placing my head on my knees, I let the irrational tears fall unrestrained. I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was – my dashed hopes, dashed dreams, and my soured expectations. I have never been on the receiving end of rejection. Okay… so I was always one of the last to be picked for basketball or volleyball – but I understood that – running and doing something else at the same time like bouncing or throwing a ball is not my thing. I am a serious liability in any sporting field. Romantically, though, I’ve never put myself out there, ever. A lifetime of insecurity – I’m too pale, too skinny, too scruffy, uncoordinated, my long list of faults goes on. So I have always been the one to rebuff any would be admirers. There was that guy in my chemistry class who liked me, but no one has ever sparked my interest – no one except Kwon damn Ji Yong. Maybe I should be kinder to the likes of Paul Clayton and Song Min-ho, though I’m sure neither of them have been found sobbing alone in dark places. Perhaps I just need a good cry. Stop! Stop Now! - My subconscious is metaphorically screaming at me, arms folded, leaning on one leg and tapping her foot in frustration. Get in the car, go home, do your studying. Forget about him… Now! And stop all this self-pitying, wallowing crap. I take a deep, steadying breath and stand up. Get it together Y/L/N. I head for Rin’s car, wiping the tears off my face as I do. I will not think of him again. I can just chalk this incident up to experience and concentrate on my exams. Rin is sitting at the dining table at her laptop when I arrive. Her welcoming smile fades when she sees me. “Y/N what’s wrong?” Oh no… not the Min Hyo-Rin Inquisition. I shake my head at her in a back-off now Min way – but I might as well be dealing with a blind, deaf mute. “You’ve been crying,” she has an exceptional gift for stating the damned obvious sometimes. “What did that bastard do to you?” she growls, and her face – jeez, she’s scary. “Nothing Rin.” That’s actually the problem. The thought brings a wry smile to my face. “Then why have you been crying? You never cry,” she says, her voice softening. She stands, her green eyes brimming with concern. She puts her arms around me and hugs me. I need to say something just to get her to back off. “I was nearly knocked over by a cyclist.” It’s the best that I can do, but it distracts her momentarily from… him. “Jeez Y/N – are you okay? Were you hurt?” She holds me at arm’s length and does a quick visual check-up on me. “No. JiYong saved me,” I whisper. “But I was quite shaken.” “I’m not surprised. How was coffee? I know you hate coffee.” “I had tea. It was fine, nothing to report really. I don’t know why he asked me.” “He likes you Y/N.” She drops her arms. “Not anymore. I won’t be seeing him again.” Yes, I manage to sound matter of fact. “Oh?” Crap. She’s intrigued. I head into the kitchen so that she can’t see my face. “Yeah… he’s a little out of my league Rin,” I say as dryly as I can manage. “What do you mean?” “Oh Rin, it’s obvious.” I whirl round and face her as she stands in the kitchen doorway. “Not to me,” she says. “Okay, he’s got more money than you, but then he has more money than most people in Korea!” “RIN he’s– ” I shrug. “Y/N! For heaven’s sake – how many times must I tell you? You’re a total babe,” she interrupts me. Oh no. She’s off on this tirade again. “Rin, please. I need to study.” I cut her short. She frowns. “Do you want to see the article? It’s finished. Mino took some great pictures.” Do I need a visual reminder of the beautiful Kwon I-don’t-want-you JiYong? “Sure,” I magic a smile on to my face and stroll over to the laptop. And there he is, staring at me in black and white, staring at me and finding me lacking. I pretend to read the article, all the time meeting his steady Brown gaze, searching the photo for some clue as to why he’s not the man for me – his own words to me. And it’s suddenly, blindingly obvious. He’s too gloriously good-looking. We are poles apart and from two very different worlds. I have a vision of myself as Icarus flying too close to the sun and crashing and burning as a result. His words make sense. He’s not the man for me. This is what he meant, and it makes his rejection easier to accept… almost. I can live with this. I understand. “Very good Rin,” I manage. “I’m going to study.” I am not going to think about him again for now, I vow to myself, and opening my revision notes, I start to read. It’s only when I’m in bed, trying to sleep, that I allow my thoughts to drift through my strange morning. I keep coming back to the ‘I don’t do the girlfriend thing’ quote, and I’m angry that I didn’t pounce on this information sooner, when I was in his arms mentally begging him with every fiber of my being to kiss me. He’d said it there and then. He didn’t want me as a girlfriend. I turn on to my side. Idly, I wonder if perhaps he’s celibate? I close my eyes and begin to drift. Maybe he’s saving himself. Well not for you, my sleepy subconscious has a final swipe at me before unleashing itself on my dreams. And that night, I dream of brown eyes, leafy patterns in milk, and I’m running through dark places with eerie strip lighting, and I don’t know if I’m running toward something or away from it… it’s just not clear.

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. I put my pen down. Finished. My final exam is over. I feel the Cheshire cat grin spread over my face. It’s probably the first time all week that I’ve smiled. It’s Friday, and we shall be celebrating tonight, really celebrating. I might even get drunk! I’ve never been drunk before. I glance across the sports hall at Rin, and she’s still scribbling furiously, five minutes to the end. This is it, the end of my academic career. I shall never have to sit in rows of anxious, isolated students again. Inside I’m doing graceful cartwheels around my head, knowing full well that’s the only place I can do graceful cartwheels. Rin stops writing and puts her pen down. She glances across at me, and I catch her Cheshire cat smile too. We head back to our apartment together in her Mercedes, refusing to discuss our final paper. Rin is more concerned about what she’s going to wear to the bar this evening. I am busily fishing around in my purse for my keys. “Y/N, there’s a package for you.” Rin is standing on the steps up to the front door holding a brown paper parcel. Odd. I haven’t ordered anything from Amazon recently. Rin gives me the parcel and takes my keys to open the front door. It’s addressed to Miss Y/N Y/L/N. There’s no sender’s address or name. Perhaps it’s from my mom or Ray. “It’s probably from my folks.” “Open it!” Rin is excited as she heads into the kitchen for our ‘Exams are finished hurrah Champagne’. I open the parcel, and inside I find a half leather box containing three seemingly identical old cloth-covered books in mint condition and a plain white card. Written on one side, in black ink in neat cursive handwriting, is:

IWhy didn’t you tell me there was danger? Why didn’t you warn me?

Ladies know what to guard against,because they read novels that tell them of these tricks... I

I recognize the quote from Tess. I am stunned by the irony as I’ve just spent three hours writing about the novels of Thomas Hardy in my final examination. Perhaps there is no irony… perhaps it’s deliberate. I inspect the books closely, three volumes of Tess of the D’Urbervilles. I open the front cover. Written in an old typeface on the front plate is: ‘London: Jack R. Osgood, McIlvaine and Co., 1891.’ Holy shit - they are first editions. They must be worth a fortune, and I know immediately who’s sent them. Rin is at my shoulder gazing at the books. She picks up the card. “First Editions,” I whisper. “No.” Rin’s eyes are wide with disbelief. “Kwon?” I nod. “Can’t think of anyone else.” “What does this card mean?” “I have no idea. I think it’s a warning – honestly he keeps warning me off. I have no idea why. It’s not like I’m beating his door down.” I frown. “I know you don’t want to talk about him, Y/N, but he’s seriously into you. Warnings or no.” I have not let myself dwell on Kwon Ji Yong for the past week. Okay… so his brown eyes are still haunting my dreams, and I know it will take an eternity to expunge the feel of his arms around me and his wonderful fragrance from my brain. Why has he sent me this? He told me that I wasn’t for him. “I’ve found one Tess first edition for sale in New York at $14,000. But yours looks in much better condition. They must have cost more.” Rin is consulting her good friend Naver. “This quote – Tess says it to her mother after Alec D’Urberville has had his wicked way with her.” “I know,” muses Rin. “What is he trying to say?” “I don’t know, and I don’t care. I can’t accept these from him. I’ll send them back with an equally baffling quote from some obscure part of the book.” “The bit where Angel Clare says fuck off?” Rin asks with a completely straight face. “Yes, that bit.” I giggle. I love Rin, she’s so loyal and supportive. I repack the books and leave them on the dining table. Rin hands me a glass of champagne. “To the end of exams and our new life in Seoul,” she grins. “To the end of exams, our new life in Seoul, and excellent results.” We clink glasses and drink. The bar is loud and hectic, full of soon to be graduates out to get trashed. Mino joins us. He won’t graduate for another year, but he’s in the mood to party and gets us into the spirit of our newfound freedom by buying a pitcher of margaritas for us all. As I down my fifth, I know this is not a good idea on top of the champagne. “So what now Y/n?” Mino shouts at me over the noise. “Rin and I are moving to Seoul. Rin’s parents have bought a condo there for her.” “waee, how the other half live. But you’ll be back for my show.” “Of course, Mino, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I smile, and he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close. “It means a lot to me that you’ll be there Y/N,” he whispers in my ear. “Another margarita?” “Song Min-ho – are you trying to get me drunk? Because I think it’s working.” I giggle. “I think I’d better have a beer. I’ll go get us a pitcher.” “More drink, Y/N!” Rin bellows. Rin has the constitution of an ox. She’s got her arm draped over Louis, one of our fellow English students and her usual photographer on her student newspaper. He’s given up taking photos of the drunkenness that surrounds him. He only has eyes for Rin. She’s all tiny camisole, tight jeans, and high heels, hair piled high with tendrils hanging down softly around her face, her usual stunning self. Me, I’m more of a Converse and t-shirt kind of girl, but I’m wearing my most flattering jeans. I move out of Mino’s hold and get up from our table. Whoa. Head spin. I have to grab the back of the chair. Tequila based cocktails are not a good idea. I make my way to the bar and decide that I should visit the powder room while I am on my feet. Good thinking, Y/N. I stagger off through the crowd. Of course, there’s a line, but at least it’s quiet and cool in the corridor. I reach for my cell phone to relieve the boredom of waiting in line. Hmm… Who did I last call? Was it Mino? Before that a number I don’t recognize. Oh yes. Kwon, I think this is his number. I giggle. I have no idea what the time is, maybe I’ll wake him. Perhaps he can tell me why he sent me those books and the cryptic message. If he wants me to stay away, he should leave me alone. I suppress a drunken grin and hit the automatic re-dial. He answers on the second ring. “Y/N?” He’s surprised to hear from me. Well, frankly, I’m surprised to ring him. Then my befuddled brain registers… how does he know it’s me? “Why did you send me the books?” I slur at him. “Y/N, are you okay? You sound strange.” His voice is filled with concern. “I’m not the strange one, you are,” I accuse. There - that told him, my courage fuelled by alcohol. “Y/N, have you been drinking?” “What’s it to you?” “I’m – curious. Where are you?” “In a bar.” “Which bar?” He sounds exasperated. “A bar in Gangnam.” “How are you getting home?” “I’ll find a way.” This conversation is not going how I expected. “Which bar are you in?” “Why did you send me the books, Ji Yong?” “Y/N, where are you, tell me now.” His tone is so, so dictatorial, his usual control freak. I imagine him as an old time movie director wearing jodhpurs, holding an old fashioned megaphone and a riding crop. The image makes me laugh out loud. “You’re so… domineering,” I giggle. “Y/n, so help me, where the fuck are you?” Kwon Ji Yong is swearing at me. I giggle again. “I’m in Gangnam… s’a long way from Seoul.” “Where in Gangnam?” “Goodnight, Jiyong.” “Y/N!” I hang up. Ha! Though he didn’t tell me about the books. I frown. Mission not accomplished. I am really quite drunk - my head swims uncomfortably as I shuffle with the line. Well, the object of the exercise was to get drunk. I have succeeded. This is what it’s like – probably not an experience to be repeated. The line has moved, and it’s now my turn. I stare blankly at the poster on the back of the toilet door that extols the virtues of safe sex. Holy crap, did I just call Kwon Ji Yong? Shit. My phone rings and it makes me jump. I yelp in surprise. “Hi,” I bleat timidly in to the phone. I hadn’t reckoned on this. “I’m coming to get you,” he says and hangs up. Only Kwon Ji Yong could sound so calm and so threatening at the same time. Holy crap. I pull my jeans up. My heart is thumping. Coming to get me? Oh no. I’m going to be sick… no… I’m fine. Hang on. He’s just messing with my head. I didn’t tell him where I was. He can’t find me here. Besides, it will take him hours to get here from Seoul, and we’ll be long gone by then. I wash my hands and check my face in the mirror. I look flushed and slightly unfocused. Hmm… tequila. I wait at the bar for what feels like an eternity for the pitcher of beer and eventually return to the table. “You’ve been gone so long.” Rin scolds me. “Where were you?” “I was in line for the restroom.” Mino and Louis are having some heated debate about our local baseball team. Mino pauses in his tirade to pour us all beers, and I take a long sip. “Rin, I think I’d better step outside and get some fresh air.” “Y/n, you are such a lightweight.” “I’ll be five minutes.” I make my way through the crowd again. I am beginning to feel nauseous, my head is spinning uncomfortably, and I’m a little unsteady on my feet. More unsteady than usual. Drinking in the cool evening air in the parking lot makes me realize how drunk I am. My vision has been affected, and I’m really seeing double of everything like in old re-runs of Tom and Jerry Cartoons. I think I’m going to be sick. Why did I let myself get this messed up? “Y/N,” Mino has joined me. “You okay?” “I think I’ve just had a bit too much to drink.” I smile weakly at him. “Me too,” he murmurs, and his dark eyes are watching me intently. “Do you need a hand?” he asks and steps closer, putting his arm around me. “Mino I’m okay. I’ve got this.” I try and push him away rather feebly. “Y/N, please,” he whispers, and now he’s holding me in his arms, pulling me close. “Mino, what you doing?” “You know I like you Y/N, please.” He has one hand at the small of my back holding me against him, the other at my chin tipping back my head. Holy fuck… he’s going to kiss me. “No Mino, stop – no.” I push him, but he’s a wall of hard muscle, and I cannot shift him. His hand has slipped into my hair, and he’s holding my head in place. “Please, Y/N, yeobo,” he whispers against my lips. His breath is soft and smells too sweet – of margarita and beer. He gently trails kisses along my jaw up to the side of my mouth. I feel panicky, drunk, and out of control. The feeling is suffocating. “Mino, no,” I plead. I don’t want this. You are my friend, and I think I’m going to throw up. “I think the lady said no.” A voice in the dark says quietly. Holy shit! Kwon Ji Yong, he’s here. How? Mino releases me. “Kwon,” he says tersely. I glance anxiously up at Jiyong. He’s glowering at Mino, and he’s furious. Crap. My stomach heaves, and I double over, my body no longer able to tolerate the alcohol, and I vomit spectacularly on to the ground. “Ugh – joesong haeyo*, Y/N!” Mino jumps back in disgust. Kwony grabs my hair and pulls it out of the firing line and gently leads me over to a raised flowerbed on the edge of the parking lot. I note, with deep gratitude, that it’s in relative darkness. “If you’re going to throw up again, do it here. I’ll hold you.” He has one arm around my shoulders – the other is holding my hair in a makeshift ponytail down my back so it’s off my face. I try awkwardly to push him away, but I vomit again… and again. Oh shit… how long is this going to last? Even when my stomach’s empty and nothing is coming up, horrible dry heaves wrack my body. I vow silently that I’ll never ever drink again. This is just too appalling for words. Finally, it stops. My hands are resting on the brick wall of the flowerbed, barely holding me up - vomiting profusely is exhausting. Kwon takes his hands off me and passes me a handkerchief. Only he would have a monogrammed, freshly laundered, linen handkerchief. KJY. I didn’t know you could still buy these. Vaguely I wonder what the J stands for as I wipe my mouth. I cannot bring myself to look at him. I’m swamped with shame, disgusted with myself. I want to be swallowed up by the azaleas in the flowerbed and be anywhere but here. Mino is still hovering by the entrance to the bar, watching us. I groan and put my head in my hands. This has to be the single worst moment of my life. My head is still swimming as I try to remember a worse one – and I can only come up with Ji Yong’s rejection – and this is so, so many shades darker in terms of humiliation. I risk a peek at him. He’s staring down at me, his face composed, giving nothing away. Turning, I glance at Mino who looks pretty shamefaced himself and, like me, intimidated by Kwon. I glare at him. I have a few choice words for my so-called friend, none of which I can repeat in front of Kwon Ji Yong CEO. Y/N who are you kidding, he’s just seen you hurl all over the ground and into the local flora. There’s no disguising your lack of ladylike behavior. “I’ll err… see you inside,” Mino mutters, but we both ignore him, and he slinks off back into the building. I’m on my own with Kwon. Double crap. What should I say to him? Apologize for the phone call. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, staring at the handkerchief which I am furiously worrying with my fingers. It’s so soft. “What are you sorry for Y/n?” Oh crap, he wants his damned pound of flesh. “The phone call mainly, being sick. Oh, the list is endless,” I murmur, feeling my skin coloring up. Please, please can I die now? “We’ve all been here, perhaps not quite as dramatically as you,” he says dryly. “It’s about knowing your limits, Y/N. I mean, I’m all for pushing limits, but really this is beyond the pale. Do you make a habit of this kind of behavior?” My head buzzes with excess alcohol and irritation. What the hell has it got to do with him? I didn’t invite him here. He sounds like a middle-aged man scolding me like an errant child. Part of me wants to say, if I want to get drunk every night like this, then it’s my decision and nothing to do with him – but I’m not brave enough. Not now that I’ve thrown up in front of him. Why is he still standing there? “No,” I say contritely. “I’ve never been drunk before and right now I have no desire to ever be again.” I just don’t understand why he’s here. I begin to feel faint. He notices my dizziness and grabs me before I fall and hoists me into his arms, holding me close to his chest like a child. “Come on, I’ll take you home,” he murmurs. “I need to tell Rin.” Holy Moses, I’m in his arms again. “My brother can tell her.” “What?” “My brother Taeyang is talking to Miss Min.”(boi i hope you get the refrence u know taeyang and min hyo rin...) “Oh?” I don’t understand. “He was with me when you phoned.” “In Seoul?” I’m confused. “No, I’m staying at the Heathman.” Still? Why? “How did you find me?” “I tracked your cell phone Y/n.” Oh, of course he did. How is that possible? Is it legal? Stalker, my subconscious whispers at me through the cloud of tequila that’s still floating in my brain, but somehow, because it’s him, I don’t mind. “Do you have a jacket or a purse?” “Err… yes, I came with both. Jiyong, please, I need to tell Rin. She’ll worry.” His mouth presses into a hard line, and he sighs heavily. “If you must.” He sets me down, and, taking my hand, leads me back into the bar. I feel weak, still drunk, embarrassed, exhausted, mortified, and on some strange level absolutely off the scale thrilled. He’s clutching my hand – such a confusing array of emotions. I’ll need at least a week to process them all. It’s noisy, crowded, and the music has started so there is a large crowd on the dance floor. Rin is not at our table, and Mino has disappeared. Louis looks lost and forlorn on his own. “Where’s Rin?” I shout at Louis above the noise. My head is beginning to pound in time to the thumping bass line of the music. “Dancing,” Louis shouts, and I can tell he’s mad. He’s eyeing Jiyong suspiciously. I struggle into my black jacket and place my small shoulder bag over my head so it sits at my hip. I’m ready to go, once I’ve seen Rin. “She’s on the dance floor,” I touch Jiyong’s arm and lean up and shout in his ear, brushing his hair with my nose, smelling his clean, fresh smell. Oh my. All those forbidden, unfamiliar feelings that I have tried to deny surface and run amok through my drained body. I flush, and somewhere deep, deep down my muscles clench deliciously. He rolls his eyes at me and takes my hand again and leads me to the bar. He’s served immediately, no waiting for Mr. Control-Freak Kwon. Does everything come so easily to him? I can’t hear what he orders. He hands me a very large glass of iced water. “Drink,” he shouts his order at me. The moving lights are twisting and turning in time to the music casting strange colored light and shadows all over the bar and the clientele. He’s alternately green, blue, white, and a demonic red. He’s watching me intently. I take a tentative sip. “All of it,” he shouts. He’s so overbearing. He runs his hand through his unruly hair. He looks frustrated, angry. What is his problem? Apart from a silly drunk girl ringing him in the middle of the night so he thinks she needs rescuing. And it turns out she does from her over amorous friend. Then seeing her being violently ill at his feet. Oh Y/N… are you ever going to live this down? My subconscious is figuratively tutting and glaring at me over her half moon specs. I sway slightly, and he puts his hand on my shoulder to steady me. I do as I’m told and drink the entire glass. It makes me feel queasy. Taking the glass from me, he places it on the bar. I notice through a blur what he’s wearing; a loose white linen shirt, snug jeans, black Converse sneakers, and a dark pinstriped jacket. His shirt is unbuttoned at the top, and I see a sprinkling of hair in the gap. In my groggy frame of mind, he looks yummy. He takes my hand once more. Holy cow – he’s leading me onto the dance floor. Shit. I do not dance. He can sense my reluctance, and under the colored lights, I can see his amused, slightly sardonic smile. He gives my hand a sharp tug, and I’m in his arms again, and he starts to move, taking me with him. Boy, he can dance, and I can’t believe that I’m following him step for step. Maybe it’s because I’m drunk that I can keep up. He’s holding me tight against him, his body against mine… if he wasn’t clutching me so tightly, I’m sure I would swoon at his feet. In the back of my mind, my mother’s often-recited warning comes to me: Never trust a man who can dance. He moves us through the crowded throng of dancers to the other side of the dance floor, and we are beside Rin and Taeyang, Jiyong’s brother. The music is pounding away, loud and leery, outside and inside my head. I gasp. Rin is making her moves. She’s dancing her ass off, and she only ever does that if she likes someone. Really likes someone. It means there’ll be three of us for breakfast tomorrow morning. Hyo-Rin! Jiyong leans over and shouts in Taeyang’s ear. I cannot hear what he says. Taeyang is quite short with wide shoulders, short black hair, and light, wickedly brown gleaming eyes. I can’t tell the color under the pulsating heat of the flashing lights. Taeyang grins, and pulls Hyo-Rin to him, I am shocked. She’s only just met him. She nods at whatever Taeyang says and grins at me and waves. Jiyong propels us off the dance floor in double quick time. But I never got to talk to her. Is she okay? I can see where things are heading for her and him. I need to do the safe sex lecture. In the back of my mind, I hope she reads one of the posters on the back of the toilet doors. My thoughts crash through my brain, fighting the drunk, fuzzy feeling. It’s so warm in here, so loud, so colorful – too bright. My head begins to swim, oh no… and I can feel the floor coming up to meet my face or so it feels. The last thing I hear before I pass out in Kwon Jiyongs’s arms is his harsh epithet. “Fuck!”

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[chaos-weekly]

He was kissing her.

JJ, the guy she had totally started to fall for but thought hated her, was kissing her. Considering how when, a few hours earlier, she’d been watching Fallon and crying her eyes out because she was sure JJ was putting on a show like he was contractually mandated to, Didi had not seen JJ coming. Not like this. Not out of breath in her front doorway at three in the morning when all she had wanted was to ignore him and forget everything.

Except he was kissing her.

Didi pulled his face closer to hers, letting him deepen the kiss and sighing with pleasure. Except, it wasn’t just physical this time. JJ loved her. He was in love with her. And he was kissing her.

This had to be a dream.

Too soon, he pulled away, breathing heavily. He must have run up the stairs, and then he’d attacked her face with his. Even for someone as physically fit as JJ, it was a lot for the middle of the night.

“You couldn’t have realized all of this a week ago?” Didi breathed out, staring up into his blue eyes. One day she’d find heels and maybe a stool tall enough so she could glare at him more easily, but tonight wasn’t for glaring.

JJ’s smile was apologetic. “I never said I was in touch with my emotions, sweet thang.”

Her heart sang out, Didi was convinced. Sweet thang, the nickname she had hated the most and now loved the most, was back in his vocabulary. Things were okay. They were okay. Everything was okay.

Didi rolled her eyes, her own smile breathless. She dropped her arm from blocking him from entering, and she grabbed his hand to pull him inside. Happily, JJ complied.

“You’re staying here tonight,” she announced, bringing him back towards her bedroom. “And you’re going to let me fall asleep in your arms, okay? That’s what you get for waking me up at three am.” Even if it was the best news she’d ever woken up to.

Didi looked over her shoulder to see JJ grinning at her, some mix of arrogance and ebullience. Yeah. That sounded about right. She was trying to keep her face straight, but it definitely wasn’t working.

“I think confessing my love to you is a good reason to wake up,” he pointed out, shutting her bedroom door behind him. Didi rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t. Now go get ready for bed because I want to go back to sleep.” She pushed JJ towards her bathroom, physically pushed him in the right direction. He laughed at her, loudly, and Didi was so, so glad that Nollie was with London for the night.

Twenty minutes later, JJ emerged from the bathroom in a pair of sweatpants that she think once belonged to Xander that she had left with him. Thankfully for Didi, her maybe not so fake boyfriend was shirtless.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

“My hair is going to be a disaster, you know.”

Didi giggled—yeah, she didn’t know she giggled either—and sat up in bed, setting her phone down.

“That’s a problem for later. Now c’mere already; I’m sleepy.” She pulled the comforter off, gesturing for him to crawl in next to her. Not soon enough, he was behind her, arms wrapped tightly around her.

“Is that my cowboy hat?” JJ asked, sounding amused.

“Who else do I know that wears cowboy hats? Everybody else has better fashion sense.” Her comment was teasing, not snarky like usual. She kind of loved JJ’s fashion taste, even if it wouldn’t work on literally everybody else.

“And who won sexiest guy at that party?” JJ retorted, squeezing her waist. She laughed, snuggling against his back. Yeah, this was the good stuff.

“I think it was London.” Didi couldn’t keep a straight face anymore, she was laughing before finishing her sentence. She was too happy, and too sleep deprived.

JJ rolled on to his back, pulling Didi along with him. “You’re wrong, Princess. It was me.”

She turned on her side so that she could lay her head against his very solid chest. Yeah, she could get used to this. She could get very used to this.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” Didi replied, patting his chest to reassure him. But she kept her hand there against his warm skin, pleased to feel his laughter vibrate through his chest.

“Hey, JJ?” Didi said a moment later, figuring it was probably time to come clean. JJ loved her, and it was about time she stopped pretending to hate his music. Especially since he wrote a lot of it.

“Yeah?”

She propped herself up on one arm so that she could look him in the eye. “I don’t actually hate Arsenic. You guys are my number two band on Spotify.”

JJ raised an eyebrow, his self-satisfied grin growing ever wider. “And why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“Well, for one thing, I hated your guts when this all started, and then everyone knows your ego is bigger than your hair,” Didi answered, smirking at him. He grunted something that was probably colorful and pulled her back against him.

“My ego is not bigger than my hair, Divina.” JJ’s low voice, his chest vibrating against her ear, his warm skin, it was making her feel all sorts of ways. And then his muscles. Oh, he had perfect muscles, but he wasn’t bulky, either. JJ was basically perfect. Except she wasn’t going to do more than kiss him and cuddle him for a while. Like Didi had told him at Xander’s house, sex had never been a matter of intimacy for her. She wanted to pull a Nollie and wait for a bit. Anyways, she’d already gone over two months, what were a few weeks more?

“JJ,” Didi said, “I love you, but you’re wrong.” She closed her eyes, cheeks pink as she realized what she’d told him. That definitely hadn’t been what she’d intended, but she wasn’t lying.

JJ scoffed, a hand slowly trailing up and down her arm. “At least you love me, I guess.” He faked a grumpy tone, and even though Didi was pretty sure JJ had a killer poker face (she’d learned that at the first Ben and Jerry incident), they were both too happy to be grumpy.

“Yeah,” Didi echoed, yawning through her words. “At least there’s that.”

“Go to sleep, sweet thang. I’ve got you,” JJ urged, his voice soft and low. And he was right; he did have her, completely and utterly, whether he wanted her or not.

Didi was just glad he finally wanted her.

////

Agreeing getting up, ordering breakfast from Mary’s Place, and getting ready, Didi had dragged JJ on to the couch so they could watch the most recent episode of “The Masked Singer.”

“Okay, what would you be if you went on that show?” Didi asked, her head leaned back against JJ’s. She was on his lap, realistically speaking, and being enveloped by his tall frame was amazing. She had never been happier to be of perfectly average height.

It didn’t take any time at all for JJ to answer.

“A lamp.”

“Like the sexy one from ‘A Christmas Story’?” Didi would pay to see him dressed in that costume.

“Are you saying that I wouldn’t be sexy as a lamp, sweet thang?”

“Yes.”

“Hey now, take that back. I didn’t win sexiest man for nothing.”

Didi giggled again, but she erupted in laughter when JJ’s hands found her sensitive (and ticklish) sides. Honestly, it was a miracle he hadn’t found out how ticklish she was yet. Even with their minimal physical contact until earlier that morning, somebody usually would have poked Didi in the side or tickled her. Well, Xander would have, but she hadn’t seen him with JJ just the three of them anywhere but in public.

“You’re ticklish, huh?” JJ asked, pausing in his assault long enough to let her catch half her breath. She could hear the smirk in his voice. Oh no. This was not going to end well. Didi bolted upright, laughing (but not from tickling) as his arm kept her ensnared.

“You are not going to tickle me, Jude.” She kept her voice as even as she could, but there was a smile in her eyes that told him exactly how much she enjoyed this.

“Wanna bet?” Before Didi could process what was happening, JJ dropped his arm and started counting down.

“3…2–“

Right before he got to one, she clued in. Crap. She had to run. Right now. She jumped up, running towards her room so she could shut the door in his face (at least long enough to keep him from tickling her). But Didi didn’t get further than the edge of the living room before JJ had scooped her up in his arms, both of them laughing as he held her against him. He wasn’t tickling her, but he was staring intently at her.

“It’s about time you two sorted things out.”

Didi hadn’t heard her roommate unlock the front door (or open it), but Nollie was here now, watching the two of them with an excited smile.

“Agreed,” Didi said, giving JJ a very teasing and very pointed look. Carefully, he set her down, but he didn’t let her free just yet.

“Morning, Nollie. How come you never told me that Divina here is ticklish?”

Yeah, Didi didn’t trust the scheming tone he had.

“JJ…” she warned.

“Didi swore me to secrecy when we first moved in together. As long as I don’t tell people, she can’t actually stop me from making sure people find out some other way.” There was a twinkle in Nollie’s eyes, and a few red marks on her neck, from the looks of it. Must have been a good night with London.

“In other words, she promised not to tell, but I forgot to get her to promise to keep Xander from tickling me,” Didi grumbled.

“Well, he should have told me much sooner.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well you know now, so don’t tell anyone, okay?” She turned to look up at her boyfriend, who was grinning like a devil.

“No, I don’t think I’ll agree to that, baby girl.” He kept grinning as he pulled his phone out, took a very unexpected picture of her, and started typing.

Oh crap.

This was not gonna end well. He was probably telling everyone.

“Jude Jackson I swear—“ JJ shut her up with a kiss, pulling her back to him. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t all annoying quips and cringy pet names. Maybe he was a really good kisser, too. Xander’s sources hadn’t been wrong that he was a good plaything. Didi would have to find out to what extent his sources were correct later.

JJ pulled away, his smile more sincere, and showed her his phone. It was Instagram, open to a picture of her (probably the one he’d taken) that was possibly the most unflattering one ever. But that was nothing. Didi read the caption in horror.

He had told the world that she was ticklish.

“What did you say you were gonna do if I told?” JJ challenged, voice low and husky again. He was way, way too good at getting her to react however he wanted. Especially physically.

So not fair.

“I hate you,” she said, lacking venom of any sort.

“Mm, no you don’t. You’ve said otherwise multiple times.”

“Wait—“ Nollie interrupted, making herself known again, “you told him you loved him? Didi, you need to tell me these things!” Nollie was certainly teasing, but Didi rolled her eyes anyways.

“This one thought banging down our door at three am after confessing his love for me to the world on live television would be a good idea.” She pointed at JJ, who smiled devilishly once more. “And figured he’d tell me after telling literally the entire world. At three am. When I was trying to sleep.” Didi turned back to scowl at him while Nollie laughed.

JJ raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t complaining last night.”

“I’m complaining now.”

“Would you have preferred I didn’t tell anyone?” JJ teased, hands sliding from her waist to her hips. It made Didi shiver, clearly what he’d been hoping for.

“Well, no, but—ugh! You’re impossible,” she groaned, forehead resting against his chest. “Can we please keep watching my show? I wanna see who gets unmasked.”

He answered by leading Didi back to the couch and pulling her into his arms.

Yeah, she definitely didn’t mind being woken up at three am if it ended up like this.

#chaos weekly #rising from the ashes

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ah u wrote my request so well!! thank you could I request another one, hcs of mei, ryou, miyuki, kuramochi and eijun (if that’s too much u can do mei and who u want from them) with a s/o who spends a lot of time studying and not really going out with other ppl, they sometimes over work themselves and stuff !! I hope this is okay!!

BLUSHING REQUEST ANON AMIRITE?? HI YOU PICKED SOME OF MY FAVES SO I LOVED WRITING THIS!

Truth be told I’ve always been the kind of person who doesn’t work enough, so this made me feel guilty lmao but that is not your fault, I’m just generally saying.

Also I don’t know how to write Mei as anything but a jealous brat I’m so sorry please don’t hate me. T_T

Mei:

Mei thinks it’s cute that you are so self-standing, what with you not really needing people’s company. He sometimes wonders how you go on without people around you, though, because everyone needs validation and that only comes from people complimenting you, right???

But he’s glad that you don’t talk to that many people because it means that he has a bigger place in your heart than he’d have if you were more social. He looks on the bright side of the things, and it would be safe to say that he’s glad you don’t talk to many people. (This little shit…)

He is very quick to realise that leaving you to your books is a mistake, when you ignore him in favour of said books, and then he sulks - hoping to get your attention if he doesn’t talk to you for some time. But, if you still don’t realise, he’ll probably be so annoyed that he’d just take away your books and hide them (he’d pitch them out the window without telling you and they’d reach Australia oH NO) and straight up demand your attention.

He’d then take you out and try to make you socialise with people (though not before making sure that you are comfortable with getting out. He’d never make you do something you don’t want to.)

And then he’d see the dark circles from when you stayed up to study all night because of the time you lost while hanging out with people, and he’d feel horrible. Horrible enough that you’d not see him for a couple of days, because he’d try to give you space.

And then he’d come back to you, telling you that he couldn’t live without you. The only thing he needs is proof that you care about him, and that you care for yourself first. :)

(this got long so the rest are under the cut)

Miyuki:

He’d realise that you’re too invested in excelling to stop thinking about studying, so he’d just compromise and try to make it fun. He’d study with you, quiz you and sometimes ask you very bizarre questions as a way of taking a break without you realising.

When he realises that you are overworking yourself, he’d do small things that he’d make sure you don’t realise. He’d cook you food with the nutrients you need so that you’re stronger, and he’d make it so that you want to eat more. He’d try not to let you partake in energy consuming activities if you don’t want to, and he’d ensure you’re sleeping enough and each day (he’d strike when you’re looking sleepy and hug you till you actually fall asleep because Miyuki-hugs are perfect for relaxing.)

He wouldn’t stop you from studying, but he’d make sure that you study how much you need to, not how much you want to. “Too much studying is bad, you’ll probably end up forgetting everything!” (which is not the best thing to say yikes)

He’d try to mostly lessen your work by offering to do your homework, help you with research, etc. Like if it was a group project assigned in class, he’d make sure that he did more than his share (if you were in his group), or that others did at least their required amount and didn’t take advantage of your kindness.

He isn’t someone who relies on others for things, but he does talk to a few people that he trusts (like Kuramochi or Kawakami) to look after you if he’s busy with something, or unable to be there for you.

Ryousuke:

Ryou-san would trick you into getting away from your books for a while, and going out and having fun with him.

He’d be fine if you didn’t want to go out with other people, that’d just mean you get to spend the day hanging out together.

He’d guilt trip you. It’s not the nicest way to go about it, but he’d sometimes say things like “you probably won’t remember because you’re too busy studying” so that you listen to him talk, and he’d talk long enough that you have got a nice break from your books. After that, he’d ask you if you were listening, and when you repeated what he said, he’d just give you that foxy smile and finally mention the time. (He got all the smacks for pulling something like that.)

If you have problem with a subject or a particular topic, he’d try to read up on it, and even go as far as to ask his teammates for help, and when he’d be fully educated on it, he’d come and offer to help.

He’s actually super proud of the fact that he likes math, because not many people do and it’d just give him an opportunity to be one of the few people that you could ask for help when it comes to that subject. “I know all of this, alright? I can teach you anytime, just come to me.”

(I ended up crushing on him because math >///

Kuramochi:

Mochi would be the most worried about your health. He’d keep track of your schedule so that he knows you’re not spending too much time studying.

Expect seemingly harmless late night messages of “what are you up to?” which would then turn to “close your books and go to bed!” if you were still studying.

He would risk you hating him than collapsing. If your health was deteriorating, he’d take away all your books and refuse to give them back. If you stopped talking to him, he was fine with it (not really but he was used to pain - physical or emotional). As long as you got some rest. Which would be the logical step considering you had no books and you didn’t know how to obtain them from anywhere else because barely talked to people.

Once he knew you were well-rested, he’d give them back with an apology and a warning, saying that you knew your health best, but sometimes weren’t the best judge of when to stop working.

While you’d study he’d cuddle with you, hold you from behind and sit you in his lap so that you’re warm and comfy. He’d read over your shoulder, and ask you things so that you’d be confident that you knew everything. He’d get bored of reading very soon, but he’d continue to do so just for you.

He will challenge you to video games (and you’d say yes because he put up with so much of your crap) and he’d defeat you over and over again, because you were competitive, and you’d keep rising to the challenge every time. Playing video games is generally an excitable activity, but he’d choose the easier games so that it’d be more of a stress reliever. (Hopefully.)

He’d ask you questions in the middle of it because it actually helped him remember too, and when you’d launch into an explanation he’d just interrupt you with a finger to your lips, give you a stupid smile and tell you to always study like this because it was less time and energy consuming. “You know stuff already, care for yourself a little more, okay?”

Eijun:

He would be so in awe like “oh my god my lover likes books hol y s hi t can I just add that to the list of things that make them perfect?”

He’d try studying with you, but he’d end up getting distracted by your adorable face and spend an hour just looking at it before you look up and notice his staring. He’d make more of an effort to study though, though he knows you won’t be on the same wavelength. He’d also ask you for help, so that he doesn’t fail.

Once he notices you’re overworking yourself, like Miyuki, he’d try to help you out by doing little things. He doesn’t know how to be discreet though, so it’d be hilariously cute to see him flailing about trying to get you food.

If that doesn’t work, he’d try the change of scenery method.

He’d bring over manga and ask you to read them with him. He’d try to find out your favourites (or ones that you don’t hate) and he’d get those so that you’d feel happier about the whole thing.

He really treasures you and he really loves baseball so what better than to try and make you play baseball? Using that logic he’d drag you over to the field and beg Miyuki and Kuramochi (and his other teammates) to be nice to you and make you feel welcomed and not out of place. When you end up hitting a ball that he intentionally pitched towards your bat (though he thought you’d miss anyway - just like he gets struck out every time if he’s not bunting) he’s so elated he can’t stop screaming. He’d lift you off the ground and twirl you around a little before sitting down and very excitedly screaming “OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO PLAY ON OUR TEAM!” even though you have zero interest in playing baseball.

They all love their s/o a whole lot and would only want them to always remain happy and healthy.

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[axlslittlebitch]

3 o’clock

Omelia fluff. Basically a bunch of strange encounters between Amelia and Owen that magically always happen at 3 o’clock. (Amelia’s look: PP 5x03 during the AA meeting. Btw I think that Amelia is so beautiful in this episode. I miss the days she looked like that ❤ 😢)

Owen woke up suddenly when he heard a loud noise coming from his back yard, soon followed by his husky’s loud steps and happy barking. He sprang into action taking a baseball bat from his closet and making his way to the source of the nose. He was terrified and didn’t really know what to expect, but he definitely never imagined to be greeted by the image of a young woman happily playing with his dog at 3 am in the morning. She seemed harmless and she was breathtakingly stunning in her greyish slash beigeish low v neck shirt combined with a black one underneath to hide just enough and her skinny black jeans and black stilettos. Not to mention her sparkling blue eyes that in the light of the night sky seemed to match the color of the deep blue sea.

“Excuse me” he said letting go of the bat “this is private property”.

“Oh sorry” she slurred ruffling his dog’s ears and proceeding to leave but instead stumbling towards the wrong direction and emptying the contents of her stomach on Owen’s feet.

“Well this is certainly fun” thought Owen. He would definitely get extra brownie points tomorrow during coffee break for this story.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” he said guiding her towards his house deciding that she seemed innocent enough not to steal all of his belongings during the night.

He went to wash his feet and get a towel to clean her face as he left her to sit on his couch. By the time he was back she had passed out and was sleeping quietly. He took off her shoes and put a blanket over her. After a while he decided it was fine to let her rest and returned to his bed. He turned and tossed but couldn’t fall asleep; not when there was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen unconscious on his couch. Deciding he had had enough he got up and made some coffee sitting in a chair close to the couch while reading about the latest advancements in the field of trauma surgery. At some point he too faded off to sleep and woke up hours later at around 7 o’clock to find the lovely woman still asleep. He needed to get to work soon so he had to wake her up but didn’t know how as he was certain she would be hangover.

“Hey” he said almost in a whisper gently shaking her. No response.

“Time to get up” he said louder this time hoping it would work.

“Ugh” she groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, blinded by the morning sunlight, her hangover slowly catching up on her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked caringly.

“I’m fine. Well you’re hot. I did good last night” she said admiring Owen’s strong build and handsome face.

“Umm we didn’t do anything you just showed up drunk and puked on me and passed out on my couch” explained Owen shocked by her bold words.

“Well that’s disappointing” she said. “Sorry about throwing up on you.”

Owen didn’t know how to respond. He knew that he was attractive and that hot women were drawn to him, but he never expected a woman as beautiful as she would ever be disappointed to not have slept with him. What a huge ego boost.

“It’s fine” he finally said.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“Almost 7:30.”

“Crap I’m going to be late. It’s my first day at my new job and I’m going to be late. Crap crap crap” she said getting up fast and putting her shoes on.

“Do you want me to take you anywhere?” offered Owen politely.

“No it’s alright. I live nearby. Thank you for everything you did umm?”

“Owen.”

“Right. Well thank you Owen” she said and left.

That was an eventful and interesting night to say the least thought Owen as he got ready for work and drove to Grey Sloan. The rest of his day was nothing out of the ordinary up until around 3 o’clock in the afternoon when he was paged to the ER for an emergency trauma case. The patient was a poor guy in his 20s who had tripped over some stairs, resulting in a head injury and multiple other minor traumas.

“Page neuro” he yelled expecting Dr. Martin, the on call doctor at the time, but instead was soon face to face with the woman of last night’s events.

“You paged?” she asked suddenly very aware of who she was talking to.

“The guy suffered a head injury. Could you take a look at him?” he asked recollecting himself and returning to his patient’s wounds.

“Pupils dilated and unresponsive. Get him to CT and page me when you get the results. He has probably suffered a brain bleed and will need surgery” she said as Owen finished taking care of the guy’s thankfully mild injuries.

The nurses moved the patient to get the appropriate scans and suddenly Owen and Amelia were left alone in the trauma room.

“So this is your new job?” asked Owen awkwardly.

“Yeah.”

“How is your first day going?” he asked making small talk.

“Good. Would be better without a hangover though” she responded.

“I can imagine. Never in a million years would I have pegged you for a neurosurgeon though”.

“What’s that supposed to mean” she asked offended.

“Well last night you were in my backyard playing with my dog while drunk and then you threw up on my shoes.”

“Point taken” she said agreeing.

“So you do that often?”

“Do what?”

“Go to stranger’s houses while drunk and play with their dog.”

“No that was a first even for me. But your dog was so cute I couldn’t resist.”

“True. So I have to get back to work. Nice seeing you again.”

“You too. Thank you again for last night and this morning.”

“Any time” he said and exited the room.

Once again he continued his day normally often thinking about the young neurosurgeon, realizing he had never asked for her name.

Unfortunately he was pulled into a six hour surgery and had to stay long after his shift had ended. Deciding he was too tired to drive and it was already 3 am (funny how everything magically happened at 3) he decided to crash into an on call room. As he opened the room he noticed that someone else was already in there, who turned around at the sound of the opening door. There she was again clad in only a purple bra and matching panties with a shocked expression on her face.

“Sorry I thought it was empty” he said referring to the room, trying not to think about the half-naked beauty in front of him.

“It’s fine I was just getting changed. Come on in don’t let me bother you.”

“You sure you don’t mind?” he asked reluctantly.

“Positive. I was just going to crash here anyway” she admitted.

“Me too actually” he said laying on the bed opposite to her.

“Goodnight” she said having changed, her face now resting on the soft pillow.

“You too” he said shutting his eyes to sleep. But his brain had other plans and decided to torture him with images of the young neurosurgeon. What was this woman doing to him? And more importantly why couldn’t he take her off his mind?

“Hey are you sleeping?” he said after a while getting bored and relentless.

“No. You?”

“No I can’t sleep.”

“I feel you.”

“You never told me your name.”

“Amelia Shepherd” she said as they sat in comfortable silence.

“I’m freezing in here” she said after a while.

“Yeah there is a problem with the radiator the past couple of days.”

“But it’s November in Seattle. What do they want? For us to freeze to death?”

“Do you want my blanket as well?” he offered.

“Then you’ll be cold. That’s not fair” she said. “Maybe we can unite our powers and both share the two blankets” she suggested.

“How would he do that?” asked Owen oblivious.

“Well it’s simple. You come here and join me.”

Owen wasn’t sure he heard the woman right. Was she really asking him to get in bed with her only a day after meeting her? But it was almost 4 now and his judgement had long disappeared and he was getting more tired and colder by the second as well, so he got up with his blanket and pillow and laid next to her bringing his blanked on top of hers to cover them both.

“Goodnight” she said much like she had done just an hour ago.

“Night” he responded.

Owen was surprised by how fast he drifted off and how peacefully he slept that night. When he woke up they were both sharing his pillow as she had turned in her sleep to face him with her head resting on his bicep and he left hand resting on his chest. His hands were wrapped around her waist holding her securely and bringing her closer to him.

Soon after Amelia slowly opened her eyes and muttered a sleepy “Morning” smiling at Owen. Well he could get used to this he thought, as he pulled a few stray hairs out of her face. And then she kissed him and it was like something inside of him exploded. His skin felt like it was on fire, his brain was in another dimension and his heart was doing flips inside his chest. Suddenly Owen couldn’t have been more thankful to the universe who had guided this hot mess of woman to his dog and ultimately to him right into his life.  

“Gotta get up. Don’t want to be late again” she said cheerfully as if nothing had happened, getting out of Owen’s comforting embrace and getting dressed while Owen could do nothing but stare at her mesmerized. Finally she kissed him once more and left the room to start her day. Owen remained in the bed for a while longer unable to move and process what had just happened. Finally he got up to get dressed and start his day all while thinking to himself “I’m going to marry that girl one day”. Little did he know.

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[crankycorviknight]

(1) Hi, this is the insomnia anon, thank you for the tips you added to the post. Your advice is really good! The problem is, I panic pretty badly at night, so sometimes in the middle of my anxiety I just end up taking an extra pill because I'll be feeling too revved up to relax and fall asleep. You said you didn't know what I meant about not wanting to be dependent on medication, sorry for not explaining better, but I'll try to give you a better idea of what exactly is going on with me.

(2) I have been on a prescription sleep aid for a while. It was prescribed to me in 2014 after a traumatic event, but I always took it kind of on-and-off, and then towards the end of 2016 + all of 2017 so far, I have had to use it more consistently due to stress from a lot of things keeping me awake. Currently, I'm living a pretty isolated life (no friends nearby), I can't find a job, and am pretty sedentary (I take walks, but can't really do any heavier exercise due to physical health issues).

(3) I know people say there's no shame in needing medication, but I feel like at one point, I could have managed sleeping without needing meds, and I blame myself for it even though I really did try to get help. Like I tried to see a therapist at my university after my trauma, and the therapist specifically asked me if I wanted to make medication part of my treatment plan, and I said no, but then she said she couldn't keep meeting with me because I wasn't enrolled as a student at the time.

(4) Also, my best friend had moved to Korea a month before my traumatic event (she still lives there since it's where her husband lives and they are planning on starting a family soon). So, I think out of desperation for not knowing how else to deal with my trauma and insomnia on my own, and suffering so badly every night, I saw pills as the only way to get my sleeping patterns back to normal, and kept telling myself it would only be a temporary thing.

(5) But then other things started getting worse and unbearable for me, and by then, I realized, "Okay, my body has gotten used to depending on these pills to sleep now" so it makes me feel trapped. The problem is that I don't want to run into a situation where maybe I can't get my prescription filled on time and end up sleepless and feeling awful, or maybe in the future when I'm married and want to become a mommy, I know taking pills could possibly cause a risk during pregnancy.

(6) Plus I just really miss when I didn't have to put so much thought into falling asleep and could just go to bed naturally when I felt sleepy (I literally cannot feel sleepy anymore, unless I medically induce it), not calculate how many pills will give me how many hours of sleep, and all this nonsense. My doctors are pretty much useless because either they tell me to just get used to staying on the pills forever ('cause I guess they think I'm too messed up for anything besides that)

(7) or they tell me they think I should be off the medication, but don't tell me how to do it because "Whoops, sorry, I don't specialize in that." So I realize I am quite alone in this, except for God. He is the only reason I have been able to hang on this long. I don't know how else I would have managed to get through my trauma, my physical health problems, my loneliness, my heartbreak, and everything else that has caused me so much pain that no one around me seems to care about or understand.

(8) But this still feels like such a mess, and when I reach out for help from people in-person, either they don't realize what the problem is and act dismissive, or put all the blame on me for not being able to sleep normally, even though I would do literally anything NOT to suffer with insomnia, anxiety, depression, trauma, and all this other junk going on in my head that started this whole mess. Thank you so much for listening, I hope you're doing well! (End, sorry this ended up being so long)

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First of all, I’m so sorry that you’re going through all of this. This sounds incredibly frustrating, and that’s probably an understatement. I’m honored you would open up to me about this. Its not your fault, what you need is help and support, not a cold shoulder or to be told that you’re messing yourself up. You’re in a state of gradual recovery, and I’m sorry its taking so long.

Shoot man this would be the case I would suggest seeing a therapist because from the looks of it this whole thing stems from the event you’re talking about. I don’t want to risk saying something misleading since I’m frankly not an expert or experienced with that, but I hope that at least opening up here has helped a little. 

It’s definitely not the same as a therapist and it shouldn’t be a replacement for one but having a support group is important. Like I’ve said you’re more than welcome to talk to me, be it anon or IMs or discord if you’re open for that. And you’ve already messaged her but @my--darling--dear is a sweetie that’ll be more than happy to give you support or cheer you up with silly memes. There’s also @strawberry-milktea ! Rachel is a very kind and calm person, she’d be more than happy to talk to you.

I’m glad that you’re able to go to God with this, because sometimes? That’s all we can really do. I’ve had many, many silent battles. I recently got out of a really bad mindfunk where I had suicidal ideation every day. But I managed to get by every day, and for now, I’m okay. My faith and trust in God was just enough to make it. But I was also blessed with friends who kept me from the edge as well. Maybe I’ll lapse again, I mean, its a part of life to have ups and downs but I have faith that my friends, family, and God will be able to lift me up again whenever that happens. And resting in that helps so much.

It’s hard, sometimes it feels like there’s no response from Him. But logically, nothing can stay the same forever, with God as the exception of course. At one point, this will pass. There will be ups and downs in recovery, but day by day we do get better. Really, that’s the key. Take it one day at a time. Dwell on the promises of God. This dark time won’t last forever. And know you are not alone, and that people like me and Missy care about you very much and want to see you feeling better. 

I actually asked a few other family members what they do with their insomnia and I would suggest researching if these are right for you since I deeply respect your desire to be a mother one day and I don’t want to risk your fertility. My dad takes benadryl on a nightly basis and it seems to help him. Other allergy medications also have a drosiness factor to em, I don’t know if it’s strong enough to knock you out but it might be worth looking into?

Also a bud of mine does this, doesn’t work for me as much but ASMR seems to help with relaxation. Not the weird lip smacking stuff, more like rain noises and the such. Mynoise is great (x) since it plays indefinitely and there’s tons of customization and soundscapes. The mobile app is kinda crap though.

Here’s some youtube playlists though that might help. At the very least it could give you some nice tunes.

Abzu OST

Journey OST

Relaxing Twilight Princess Mix

Relaxing Okami music

Again, I’m praying for you, and please feel free to IM or message me whenever! 

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[moonlightjeno]

flashbacks

a/n: so this is my first imagine i hope you guys like it! 

genre: fluff!!

characters: taeyong x reader

summary: ur wedding day and flashbacks leading up to that moment

word count: 1855 (around)

Italics, are flashbacks.

 Y/N Pov: 

You looked up at your reflection, your perfectly put on make up, your hair tied up in a beautiful french braid. You could feel the beautiful and soft silk from the white wedding dress, you had on. You stepped towards the door, the red carpet peeking from under the huge brown double doors. Your dad, was watching you, admiration in his face, you looked back at the huge brown double doors that has started to open, you couldn’t be happier.

 Taeyong’s Pov:

Taeyong looked up, his palms were sweating from being so nervous and anxious. He had been so excited yet so eager for this day, and it had finally come. Everything he looked at reminded him of you, the blossoming flowers that bloomed with the sun lighting up the place. Reminding him of the first day you met.

 It had been a day just like any other, he had just come out of the studio and was walking back towards the dorms where him and the members lived. Though Taeil and Jaehyun had stayed a bit longer, to get coffee before going back to the dorm, he couldn’t remember. He would usually take the bus back to the dorms but today he had felt like walking, He had started to walk, aimlessly knowing that his feet would guide him to his home. He had been walking quite some while when he noticed that he had started to walk through Tapgol Park. It was beautiful this time of year, it was a spring and the flowers were blooming beautifully. He was watching the flowers until his eyes caught, you. You were sitting down in a bench, holding what looked like a sketchbook in your hands. Your hair falling in your eyes, you kept looking up at what seemed from his view a white flower with some animal on top of it. Taeyong had been looking at you for at least 10 minutes, as it seemed it had started to get cold, and you had gotten up to leave. His eyes following your trail, and back to the wooden bench you had been sitting in, he saw that you had left your sketchbook on the bench and hadn’t noticed. He quickly walked up to the bench, and grabbed the black - brown turned sketch book turning it in his hands. “(Y/N)’s Weird Imagination” it read at the top of the book, with different drawings of, what Taeyong recognized where composition notes, dance routines and sceneries form the park. He looked back up, you were almost out of sight, he ran towards you, catching his breath once he caught up. “Hey, you forgot this” he said, holding out the now fading black sketchbook with it’s creative different designs on the cover. “Um, thanks” you had said, and in that second you realized who you had been talking to. “Um, I’m (Y/N) nice to meet you, your nicer in person” you said in a joking manner, and it had made him blush, finding that it was impossible that this beautiful girl was talking to him. “Uh, yeah, nice too meet. Cool name-’ he face palmed himself, ‘well that was stupid’ he thought ‘-um, your drawings are amazing” he had said trying to make the conversation a bit less weird, than he had already made it. You had just started laughing, “Thanks Taeyong, wanna go grab coffee?” Taeyong couldn’t have believed what you had said, immediately answering “I would love that”

Taeyong looked back, at the big brown double doors with white loops around them, his mind going back to one of the very first memories he had with you, your unofficial first date. It had been casual nothing fancy.

Taeyong had been planning on having an extra practice hour to perfect the choreography for cherrybomb. Walking through the building he saw you again sitting down in the practice room, nodding your head to the beat of the music you were listening to through your headphones. he opened the door to the practice room walking over to you, your head still bobbing up and down from the music. he touched your shoulder making you jump back, you were about to hit him when you realized who it was you calmed down. “hey, i was about to practice in hear but i can come later if you want?” he asked. “it’s no problem really, i was about to take a break either way. i have to finish rehearsing for the comeback tomorrow.” you told him getting ready to leave. “oh um ok, i can help you out if you want?” he had no idea what he was saying but he just wanted to spend a little more time with you. You looked up at him blush showing on your cheeks, slowly nodding not believing that the best dancer and your crush had agreed to help you out. “um... yeah that would be amazing. thank you” you answered looking down shyly. “great, let’s get started”

after an hour of practicing you learned the choreography and had just started dancing to music have a fun time. A slow song had started playing and you were calming down getting ready to leave when he kissed you. you kissed him back, Taeyong couldn’t believe what was happening. he pulled back breathing slowly 

“(y/n) would you like to go out sometime?”  

“i would love to Taeyong”

 The sun, was shining bright that, Taeyong could see the water dancing off in the sunlight, making water crystals in the light. The sounds of nature filling in his ears, the church bells, ringing. The sound, took him back to not long ago, in which after 5 years, of being together he had finally proposed to you.

 It was a bright day in Seoul, unusual for it’s normal weather, Taeyong had thought it was a good sign for the big proposal he had to ask that day. He had been fearing the whole week not knowing whether you would say yes or would totally reject him, and he couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. He had woken up early that day, to make you pancakes it was your anniversary tradition. You always tried different things, and today Dan had wanted to test out pancake art. He had looked it up on internet and it had seemed pretty easy, he had recognized kind of like a dance. Though being famous in the group for cooking his artistic skills hadn’t shown much, it looked more like a whale than anything. You would usually come around the time he was done cooking so he set the pancake on the table, cringing not knowing after 5 years, what to expect. “Nice whale, Tae! thanks” you said, looking a little sleepy but still beautiful. “Yes, because it was totally meant ot be a whale” he mumbled. “Well, what we gonna do today?” he asked changing the topic. “Well I was thinking we could go to the park, and we could hang out”

“Okay!” Dan yelled, ‘oh crap’, he had it all planned out, he had asked this past whole week for your friends and his members to maek small videos talking about you and why they loved you. 

Taeil and Mark had taken you to the park, talking about the comeback, and just life in general, until Taeyong spotted the bench in which he first saw you, and knew it was now, or it was going to fail. “Let’s go sit” Taeyong heard Taeil say, while he steered you towards the bench. Taeyong was crouching behind a tree ‘Genius’, when he sent you the video he had made, all the pictures and messages he had gotten had all been put into one video with the help of his members. “Hey (Y/N) can you check what time is it?” Mark asked,

“Um, sure” and with that the video began. Taeyong could see you almost cry, and he felt excited and sad at the same time not being able to be there with you. He heard his own voice last “I love you so much (Y/N) your the greatest thing that ever happened to me, so will you please look up” you looked up and saw Taeyong. Taeyong was standing right in front of you, on one leg, a ring out “Will you please marry me?” he asked, the butterflies exploded into fireworks. “YES!!” you got up and hugged him, “Really?” Taeyong asked not aware that this was actually happening, “Yes! You idiot!”

 (Y/N) Pov:

 “Ding, dong!” The huge bronze bells, indicating that you were now going to step on the red carpet. The huge brown double doors open with that the butterflies, expanded all over you body creating little explosions everywhere. You looked up and saw that beautiful face, with brown dark eyes and the now pink dyed hair you loved so much, and finally in for what seemed forever. Everything in space, felt in place.

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welp that was that... i really hope you guys like this!!  <3

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