#in any other situation he would be the weirdest person in the room. in this one he is the most Regular

[potatoesandsunshine]

rotating them in my mind (perc'ahlia........)

#honestly this au is very... idk if people will even like it it's very For Me #i just.... the idea of percy as the Just Some Guy in the middle of a dark fairytale aftermath is so god damn funny to me #in any other situation he would be the weirdest person in the room. in this one he is the most Regular #anna's fic notes #people hate political marriage fics i however devour them. oh we have to have an alliance?? sealed by some sort of binding oath?? #sign me tf up

[matrixbearer2024]

Hi!!! I love your Get Off My Screen series so much! I was wondering if I could do a request for that?

Basically the idea is that Vox and the reader are just texting at night maybe and he lets something slip about something he misses from his old life on earth and because of that the reader remembers that the person they’ve been talking to for like over a year by now probably used to be alive and just spends the whole night learning everything they can about vox when he was alive (I imagine this would happen whilst vox was asleep and we’re just googling him) and then maybe I feel like we’d also google Alastor as a joke to see what all the fuss is about and then we find out that the person vox is ~~crushing~~ hating on is a serial killer and then just telling everything we learned when he wakes up.

Sorry if that’s really long I just fell like this is 100% what I would do in this situation

Old Times Gone By

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: I'm so glad you guys are requesting scenarios within the series, heck- I'm glad y'all enjoy it this much already hahaha! This is somewhat of an aftermath to the "You Could Do Better(With Me)" which is why it's not as cheery as the other chapters- but it's definitely not straight up angst. Just vulnerability and late night chatting between friends. Haha "friends"- And as always, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and happy reading!

A/N: Again, I kind of deviated from the prompt a little to better fit the narrative but Reader does know about Alastor and who he is because of Vox's ranting. They're aware that her demonic crush has a weird obsession with a cannibalistic radio serial killer deer dude and it's still not the weirdest thing he's done so far HAHAHAHA

If there was one thing Vox had to say he hated about drinking-

It had to be dealing with the hellish hangovers come morning.

Especially when he'd been wasted the night before.

A sharp jab in his side caused him to wake up this time.

He grunted, nearly falling off his chair when he shifted ever so slightly.

Huh-

Wait, why was he in here???

He could feel the migraine start to pound in his head.

Vox wasn't looking forward to today already.

When he tried to stand up, a clink of a bottle made him look down by his feet.

Picking it up to give the darn thing a once over, he scoffed.

He must have been absolutely hammered to have finished this yesterday.

It was a brand he despised the taste of too.

"Vox-? Oh, you're up."

His head whipped around so quickly once he heard your voice.

When had he even connected to your TV?

Not that he complained, he managed to see you sat up on the couch and stretching.

Your hair stuck up in odd positions and you even looked to be half-awake.

Why was that fucking cute???

"I- mhm. I guess I am. Was I... drinking yesterday?"

"I don't really know, I just knew you were drunk out of your mind last night. I can only see your face remember?"

"Ah... right."

Vox couldn't really bring himself to say much this time, not while he was still trying to grab the bits and pieces of his memory on yesterday's events.

Did he really wander into the monitor room just because he missed you?

That was low, even for him.

"Good morning anyhow, not that I think it would be if you're dealing with a hangover."

Vox just chuckled, watching you get up and disappear from the TV's view.

He wasn't in any mood to work at all, especially when he had a shitty headache to deal with too.

Eh, his empire could last a day without him.

He notified his secretary to just cancel all his duties and appointments for today, just ignoring their panic as you returned back into view.

"What are you holding?"

"Coffee."

"I thought you said you hated coffee?"

"Not hate, I just don't prefer it. But I need the caffeine to function today and I'd rather drink this bean juice than those energy drinks."

Vox wouldn't admit it, but talking to you again was already starting to make him feel a little better.

Especially after your noticeable absence.

He'd rather die again that outright say he missed you, his pride wouldn't allow it.

Cracking his joints, he just watched you sleepily stare up at him from where you sat on the couch.

Granted, it was probably because your TV was probably perched higher or on a shelf.

But Vox still thought you were kind of short.

Not that he had the right to say anything-

He was a 7ft tall giant compared to you.

"Again with the bean juice thing, and what's wrong with energy drinks?"

"They taste like straight up chemicals."

Vox just gave you a weird look when you rolled your eyes at him.

Still you just kept talking to him inbetween taking sips of your hot beverage.

"I'm not surprised you enjoy them, but your palate is probably shit."

"Oh you do not wanna go there-"

"What if I do huh? Watcha gonna do about it?"

Vox just grinned, you getting up to move closer to the screen as you challenged him.

The wide mischievous grin on your face mirrored his own and you both quickly devolved into just either bragging about exotic foods you've eaten-

Or straight up going for the jugular about each other.

"You eat McDonald's daily? I can't believe you'd feed yourself garbage Vox-"

"It's not garbage, and don't act like you've never eaten fast food."

"You are what you eat, I guess!"

"Ohoho! You bitch!"

Vox didn't seem to mind the numbing headache he felt when you were back to being your animated rambunctious self.

He wondered if it was because of the caffeine that made you all hyped up but he couldn't really bring himself to give a shit.

Not when he was still pretty tired.

It seems you noticed his retorts weren't making their usual mark though, and you crossed your arms over your chest while leaning towards the TV screen.

Vox just narrowed his eyes at you in confusion, what were you doing?

"You my good sir, need a hot cup of coffee more than I do. And freshen up while you're at it, I need to go take a shower too anyways."

You-

You did not just do what he think you did.

Were you actually mothering him??

Vox just rolled his eyes at your words, not really intending to go until he realized you weren't budging an inch either.

"Didn't you just say you needed to go clean up?"

"Not leaving till you are."

"Stubborn much?"

"Not that different from you, no."

The tech overlord laughed at your insistence, eventually relenting and disconnecting himself from your devices.

He stretched again when he got up from his chair, picking up the empty alcohol bottle near his feet not intending to clutter up or dirty his workspace.

Vox perked up when his phone buzzed though.

The darn thing catching his attention before he forgot it was there.

He checked on it with his free hand, chuckling when he realized it was just a message from you.

"Go and freshen yourself up, get a cup of coffee too while you're at it. I'll be back soon, kisses!"

You almost caused him to break his phone from the grip he had on it.

Kisses???

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?!

Vox seriously stood there staring at his phone for a good ten minutes just buffering and rebooting-

Dude is actually broken the second you do literally anything with vaguely romantic undertones.

Still he stomps all over his own hopes and feelings in fear of misinterpreting your friendliness.

Yeah, both of you were fucking clueless.

You stayed true to your word and did eventually come back after you'd cleaned yourself up.

Vox had just been waiting on your TV again and the screen brightened slightly upon noticing you.

It was a subconscious reaction, don't bring it up or he'll definitely throw a hissy fit.

So that's what you both did the whole day, talking and just catching up.

While Vox did mention you skipped classes for the day, you just shot back that he threw his work to the backburner as well.

Not that he bothered to refute it, instead just moving on with the conversation like normal.

Hours passed and time flew.

Before you knew it, the both of you were talking well into the evening.

"And that's kind of the reason why I think spaghetti is superior to penne."

"Doll, they're straight up just different kinds of pasta."

"The fact there's different kinds of pasta mean that people clearly can't decide on a superior noodle shape."

Yeaaah... your conversations kind of stopped making sense an hour ago.

Not that either of you minded, even laughing about some stupid thing way into the AM.

"So like- he thought he was really some hot shit taking on the leader of the exorcists but he got his ass absolutely handed to him!"

"Bro almost got turned into demonic venison HAHAHAHA!"

Though of course, late night conversations always went deeper than those normally held within the day.

"Say... Vox?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you miss being alive? With, ya know- talking to me and all."

Vox paused slightly, it's been a long time since he reminisced of his living days.

When was the last time he even did?

"Not necessarily, I miss some things but not a whole lot."

"Like what? When did you die???"

"Hm... I don't remember the exact date, but sometime in the fifties?"

Vox recoiled when you just gawked at his screen, why did you react like that?

"Holy shit! You're fucking ancient!"

"Haha... very funny doll, I'm not that old! I died in my thirties."

"Ehhhh? You're not much older than I am then. How??"

"Don't remember, it was a long long time ago."

You made a weird face at him, to which Vox just smiled and chuckled.

It was the same expression you wore when trying to figure things out.

As... weird and cute as it may be.

Then you suddenly yawned, causing the tech overlord to consequently do the same.

Something you poked fun at him for since when did TVs yawn apparently.

Rolling his eyes, Vox took a glance at his internal clock.

It was four in the morning?!

How long had you both been talking????

"Vox? You good?"

Apparently his bewilderment was evident on the screen, so he just switched his attention back to you.

Vox's screen glitched slightly when he was caught off guard by how close you got to the TV.

Almost all up in his face even.

"Y-Yeah, just zZst- fine. Say... Doll, do you know what time it is?"

"Uhhhh- no, not really- why?"

"It's four in the morning."

"And?"

"You need to sleep?"

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to the TV, plopping down on the couch with a pout.

"Hey."

You ignored him.

"Heeeeeey-"

Vox couldn't help but chortle from your antics, you really seemed like a grumpy child right now.

"Look dollface, I don't want the fun to end either but we've still got tomorrow."

"I don't wanna say goodnight. You're just going to disconnect when I do."

"What, you can't expect me to fall asleep hooked up to all your stuff again can you? My chair isn't the most comfortable place to fall asleep."

"Still!"

Vox rubbed his face with a sigh, he felt the inexplicable urge to just pinch your cheeks.

He would if he could but he didn't exactly have hands as a TV.

Why did you have to be so cute?

"How about this? I'll stick around until you pass out. You won't even notice I'm gone come morning."

"Fineeeeeee."

It didn't take too long for you to fall asleep on the couch.

Similarly to yesterday, you were just haphazardly sprawled across the furniture with a thin blanket to cover you.

Despite his words, Vox still stuck around for a while to make sure you were asleep.

You looked so serene while you rested, like you didn't have any worries.

The overlord let out a tired sigh, he'll just stick around for another five minutes.

Just a little longer in this peaceful moment with you.

Vox totally fell asleep in his chair again, he woke up that morning in an awkward position feeling more sore than ever too.

"Oh for fuck's sake-"

"MORNING VOXYYY!!!"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox x reader #vox x you #Get Off My Screen Series

[thelampisaflashlight]

The ghouls, but I reveal how I actually headcanon them personality wise. Below the cut.

Aether: Plays at being timid/submissive, but uses it to provoke bigger/wilder responses, because he likes seeing people go absolutely bonkers when he flips the switch and goes ham himself.

He enjoys instigating things and then letting the other person take over, because it’s that much more entertaining when he starts taking control again.

It’s like a cat showing its belly.

You were never in control of the situation.

An absolute nightmare when paired up with Swiss during trips to bars, because neither of them are playing around with the macho meathead bullshit.

Dewdrop: Fairly subdued overall, but he’s easily stirred up/teased into doing some crazy ass shit.

Definitely loves chaos and all it brings, though he’s not opposed to the idea of softness and a quiet day to himself.

More of a “Just because I’m alone doesn’t mean I’m lonely.” type which often gets misread as him being aloof/cold for not always enjoying having company.

The friend who gives you a heartfelt pep talk, but calls you a little bitch (affectionate) at the end of it.

Side hug kinda guy.

Multi/Swiss: Buys fancy mixed drinks with his dinner and enjoys them without joking about it in that, “Aw, couldn’t they have given it to me in a different glass?” kind of way.

Not afraid to be vibrant and colorful in the way he acts or speaks, and encourages his friends to do the same and appreciate the good things in life without feeling a need to hide it.

Will make people argue in circles for hours if they try to give him a hard time.

“Yes, but if that were true, this-” 

He’s quite proud of it.

Rain: He’s a sweetheart, and genuinely quite sweet, but he will also do the weirdest shit knowing no one will believe it was him who did it. 

Never anything malicious though.

Unless you count biting.

Because I feel like Rain is the biter here, not any worse than Dewdrop, but he’s the type who waits until he sees an opening that will maximize reactions with minimal effort.

In short; “I would very much like to make you scream.”

Mountain: The guy who keeps you safe at a metal show by standing behind you the whole time like an ominous obelisk of a man. 

Resting bitch face to the max until he’s leaning down and asking if you’re gonna finish the rest of your donut and let’s out a slow, “Yoooo...” when you let him have it.

I cannot emphasize enough the slowness of the yo.

Would let you sleep in his bed... without him in it.

Teamed up with Rain, you are 1000% in for the weirdest adventures, and you’ll never be able to recreate the experience with anyone else.

Cumulus: An absolute sweetie, who could probably bench every member of the band with ease.

She’s the person who asks if she can try picking you up, and then proceeds to do so both emotionally and physically.

Lifts Cirrus all the time because she can.

Shows affection through hugs, kisses, and headbutts.

Mildly concussed?

Good.

Cirrus: Confident in who she is, and straightforward with how she thinks and feels, although she can often be a bit too blunt.

Joins Aether and Swiss in getting rude people to talk themselves into a corner in the best/worst way possible.

Has “You’re in her DMs, but I’m living in her head rent free.” energy and she knows it.

Sunshine: Gives off a playful and innocent air, but with an edge that indicates that that’s definitely not always the case.

Doesn’t play games when it comes to the safety of herself or her friends, and can go from joking around to deadly serious at the drop of a hat.

I don’t know why, but I can see her getting into a bar fight alongside the others if they saw someone being a dickhead, and would wear any bruises she gets from it as a badge of honor.

Has a solid punch, but you really have to look out for her legs, because she kicks like a horse and will knock your ass across the room.

#Lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Since you don't mind writing for the old prompts can you make and oc for the Day 17 - Unrequited love AU from the 2022 list?

Yandere unrequited love | Adrian & Viktoria

Life really was a joke. The day you had gathered the courage to confess your feelings to the new friend that you made, he told you that his heart belonged to someone else. You knew it was wrong, but you really wanted to punch that pretty face of his.

It was his fault for making you feel like this, but here he was, falling in love with someone else. The world really was cruel.

You weren't sure why you said what you did. Maybe because you desperately wanted to hold onto him. Or maybe you wanted to find out who this other person was to make him fall in love. You told him you will help him out.

Stupid, right? Telling your crush you will help him get with his crush. But you weren't exactly the brightest person around, so here you were, making stupid plans on how to create moments he would get to be alone with his little crush.

You know the worst part? She was such a sweetheart. A real beauty with a heart of gold. If you weren't already in love with Adrian, you probably would have fallen for her too.

You must have been a horrible person in your previous life, for a horrible thing like this.

"... Are you sure this will work?"

"Of course, you idiot! Just listen to me, damn it!"

Your ideas to get him together with Viktoria were strange and best, and illegal at worst. You suggested him to beat up any competition, to steal her stuff and pretend to find it for her, and other stuff that could put him in trouble if caught.

I mean, you would have done that, if Viktoria wasn't such a sweetheart. Anyone else would have got a knuckle sandwich in this situation.

The funniest thing? It was working. Viktoria was getting closer to Adrian. Maybe Viktoria was an idiot? Well, you guessed it was good that things were working out.

It didn't take long before the two of them to get together. They were complete opposites but they fit perfectly together.

Adrian, the cold and collected upperclassman, and Viktoria, the cheery and friendly popular girl who was in your grade. There was nothing left for you to do anymore then, right?

Wrong. Adrian continued being your friend, as he got even clingier and kept inviting you to hang out with him and Viktoria, even on their dates.

Weirdest part? She never seemed to mind. Him on the right, and her on the left, the two of them would spend time with you, and spoil you with gifts, sweets and attention, as if you were part of their relationship.

But you weren't. And this was starting to weird you out. I mean, have they ever heard of personal space?

"... Viktoria, can you stop following me? This is the boy's changing room."

"Call me Vikki~ besides, you boys don't mind, right?~"

Viktoria was truly strange, always following you around, making sure she's tightly holding onto your arm, and if she's not able to, she will always blow your phone with messages. How did she even get your phone number? You hoped that it wasn't Adrian who gave it to her.

Adrian was not much better. He was always hovering around you two, as if he was a protector of sort, making sure that others avoided you. This was unfair! If he was scaring everyone else, how were you going to move on?!

You couldn't even try to distance yourself from them, as the same day you started to avoid them, they both appeared in front of your house, and forced you into a cuddle session to fix 'your relationship', whatever that meant.

"Oh, boo boo, you should have told us if you're struggling~ don't push us away~"

"But I'm no-"

"... Vikki is right... Now, shush..."

Like really sucks, doesn't it?

#yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere oc imagines #yandere oc headcanons #oc imagines #oc headcanons #yandere oc #yandere

[leffee]

!!! Bad sans poly kinda general talk kinda headcanon-y, because lack of it on tumblr is unforgivable. Having said that: AAAAAAA

The poly includes: Nightmare, Dust, Horror, Error, Killer, Cross,

Well, mainly Nightmare (but others too) are very OOC, but what can you dooo,

So, yeah, Nightmare gathered this bunch of skeletons to just work for him at first, but after some time they all started falling for one another. After all, they say that being in stressful situations with somebody creates the strongest bonds, and they all have trauma to deal with,

Nightmare was the one who initiated the relationship since he could feel the overwhelming amount of love they all held for one another and him. He was rather hesitant, but in the end, his emotions reading doesn't lie. Needless to say, others were baffled that literally everyone else felt the same, but also delighted,

You bet that they helped Error overcome his haphephobia. And after it happened, he was severely touch starved instead. Hence others would smother him with affection. Error himself would often sneak into others' rooms (mainly Cross, Horror, and Nightmare's) and hesitantly admit that he wanted cuddles,

They all are just very touchy and affectionate with each other. It took some time, but they got used to it. Now it's nothing strange to see two or more of them in the weirdest positions, if only for the sake of being with each other,

Otp, otp, aaaaaaa!

They are all asexual,

Killer is the most social of them all, so if they go out somewhere not planning to be a menace, he's doing most of the talking while others just stand behind him awkwardly. The problem? He's social in a rather murdery way,

Sometimes, Horror will take a "Free hugs" sign and just stand somewhere where all his boyfriends are, looking at them expectedly. Dust usually cracks first. Other times he will do it by entering someone's room while they're sleeping and starting creepily at them. When they wake up this conversation ensues, "...How long have you stood there?" "Last three hours." Is it worth it? Yeah,

Speaking of Dust, he and Error are more often than not the quiet ones. Hence they love spending time with each other in silence. That includes: watching TV, laying on the grass outside of the castle, and finding the other to cuddle up with. Whoever initiates them simply gives the other "the look" and they just know,

Cross is literally the only one of them to regularly work out and train his magic. Nightmare tried to force the rest to at least work on their attacks every day, but they all, including him, are too lazy,

Whenever they go somewhere, be that from room to room, or some AU, there will always be that one person who doesn't feel like moving and persuades Nightmare to carry them in his tentacles. However, once that person does that, the rest will start whining to be carried as well,

Dust has discovered that Horror makes a perfect pillow and now everyone wants to lay on him, much to Horror's amusement and delight,

Speaking of, they almost always sleep in the same bed. However, even after finding the biggest bed possible, fitting six skeletons on it is hard, but at least they are all snuggled up,

At first, they tried to keep their relationship a secret, but it failed when Cross couldn't help himself and just kissed Nightmare in the middle of the battle against the Stars. Now, it's kind of a tradition to try and kiss each other in the middle of the fight while dodging any incoming attacks,

Their cuddle piles can be so messy and unorganized sometimes, trying desperately to fit on the couch or wherever they want to,

They make pillow forts sometimes. It mainly started with Killer and Dust, but now everyone helps. It's just a cozy, little space that can be comforting, especially when compared to the spacious castle,

They have matching, fuzzy slippers,

They love each other!!!

I always talk about Errormare, but it actually is Bad Sans Poly that is my number 1 OTP (Errormare is #2). Becauseee lovelies??!

That's probably just part one.

#utmv #undertale #error sans #undertale au #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #nightmare sans #cross sans #headcanons #bad sanses #bad sans poly

[uglypastels]

i would love to know your weirdest headcanons for eddie pls and thank you

they're maybe not as weird haha, more just random, and honestly, i kind of blanked out bc i feel like i have much more to say and yet this is all i could think of as i wrote.

no warnings. pure fluff.

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First of all, I think he has used dog, or horse, shampoo at least on one occasion in life. And it worked surprisingly well, making his hair really soft. He had also once definitely tried to convince Steve to use it. 

One time in English class, they had to read Pride and Prejudice, and he actually really, unironically, enjoyed it. Even though usually he enjoys much darker things, or just more… "adventurous" stories, in general, this book really got to him for some reason. He didn't bother reading any other Austen books tho. 

He's a "big dog" person, mostly because he thinks they are misunderstood. Just because they might look scary and are loud, doesn't mean they are actually dangerous. He would love to have a German Shepherd or a Dobberman. 

As a kid, though, he'd always wanted a pet snake. 

He also loves mixing sweet and salty. Dipping extra salted fries into a milkshake? Yes. mixing up salted and sweet popcorn? To most it's disgusting, but he can eat it by the buckets. The best thing, though, is salted caramel.

Eddie's great with his hands. Like, wood or metal shop at school is his thing. Although he never actually listens to the assignments and just does his own thing, the teachers can't even be mad at him, for the things, in the end, are better than the rest of the class combined.

He also knows how to hand sew. Because who do you think sewed those patches onto his vest?

There are about a dozen filled-up notebooks in his room, all full of ideas for campaigns, songs, tattoo designs– god, he draws so much. Sometimes, words get the better of him, so the only way he knows how to express himself is through his drawings. 

Corroded Coffin has multiple metal ABBA covers in their repertoire. And they are surprisingly good. Crowd favourites (crowd, being those five drunks at the Hideout). 

Back to the metal shop class– what is he making there, you ask? Swords. 

Eddie also braids his hair sometimes. In general, he toys with his hair a lot. Whether it's chewing or picking at split ends, when his mind wanders, his hair usually falls as the victim of the situation. So, he also makes little braids in it sometimes, which he then leaves in and completely forgets that they're there. Max would probably also teach him how to do more advanced hairstyles. 

Of course, his music choices usually stay in the realm of metal and rock, but if you give him a song recommendation, he will listen to it, and there is hardly ever a song he really dislikes and wouldn't listen to again – except American Pie. Eddie hates it. Why is it so long? Why does everyone always insist on playing it around the campfire– meaning he has to play it, as he is usually the designated guitar player and music provider. 

Eddie is very loud, and that might be seen by others as anger, but it's actually when he's quiet that you should be scared. 

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[quietwingsinthesky]

📚🍬🔪🦷

what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

(oh, it’s this little bit i’d completely forgotten about that i think i scribbled down immediately after finishing hellbent.)

“And what color were Clara’s eyes?” the Doctor asks, slipping it into the rhythm of their conversation like any other question. Even’s fingers drum against the metal of the staircase they’ve seated themself on, two soft thuds of flesh and two clacks from parts that aren’t very good at pretending to be fingers anymore. They tip their head to the side.

“You don’t want my memories of her, Doctor.” Even drums again. One-two, three-four. “We weren’t exactly friends.”

“Nonsense. You’d have loved Clara,” he says it on reflex. He waits for something to follow, some internal feeling that he’s correct in his assumption or entirely off base. Nothing comes.

“You loved Clara,” Even corrects, gently. It sounds like pity, and it grates.

“See? You’re already telling me things.”

“You knew that already,” Even says. “You knew, or you wouldn’t be asking in the first place.” They shift forward, crossing their arms over their knees. “Please don’t ask,” they whisper.

Post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character.

Well, let me set up my usual fallback of Supernatural to allow me wiggle room for my Doctor Who take, but: my unpopular opinion is that Jack is an adult. He’s treated as an adult in canon. Making him into a child in canonverse stuff will have me squinting in suspicion for most people. obviously, not my trusted and beloved mutuals who are Understanders (and. more importantly. who I know are not harboring some unexamined ableist ideas.) but. everyone else does not get a pass and will be gazed upon with disdain :D actually, the bigger crime of making Jack a child and simplifying him is that you’re being boring, the fun of him comes from how messed up his situation is and how his sudden jump to adulthood is both horrifying but also one of the few ways he can grasp at control.

anyway, that’s a settled hot take in place so that i can say one for doctor who that im not sure is a hot take or not because i don’t know the fandom as well. but anyway, it’s that 90% of eleven and river’s scenes together did such a disservice to both of their characters that it actively uninvested me in the romance they were trying to sell. I feel like i may have said this before, but it’s like there’s a switch they flip when it’s time for the episode’s mandated eleven and river flirting time where they both turn into much more generic characters acting in ways that feel very ooc so that the show can. i don’t know, really. create tension, I suppose? But the tension falls flat because they aren’t acting like themselves so you can’t get invested in this relationship because it doesn’t feel like it’s being built off of them connecting. And it really stands out as just, truly awful, because you’ll also have some fantastic scenes actually exploring their relationship and the effects it has on both of them, the positive and the negative, and yes, I am talking about the broken wrist scene from Angels in Manhattan again because i wish all of elevenriver was like that, and it’s not, and i’m mad about it-!

what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

okay, i know it says research but it is much funnier to me if i just say that. sometimes. you need to describe a character touching something and you need the physical stimuli in your hands to really describe it, right? right. understandable. okay, so going from that, sometimes you need your character to say, lick a chair and describe that, and you realize you have no idea how to because how would you know what licking a chair is like? and then you look at your dining room chair from across the room. and you have to make a decision here. about what matters more to you. your dignity or your accuracy.

and if you’re a good writer, i think accuracy always wins.

share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

breathing exercises are bullshit. you need to find a chant. you need to find something you can memorize and then when you feel yourself getting anxious, you need to start repeating it over and over and over. anything at all. what matters is that you’re saying it, out loud, and you can hear yourself saying it and you need to like the words so you’re focusing on what you’re saying, and this will save you. When I was in middle school, I did exorcisms. In high school, I’d repeat monologues from Hannibal to myself. Nowadays, I’m usually using the “heart. lungs. liver. nerves.” chant from slay the princess because it is short and ominous in a way that can be funny after a few repetitions and helps laugh the anxiety out of me.

and in a pinch, if you don’t have anything memorized, pull up the nearest piece of written text you have and start reading it out loud and don’t stop reading it until you’re calm again, and keep going a little after that just to make sure. Could be a fanfic you’ve got on your phone or could be an actual book. I’d reccomend the Iliad, because half of that book is just reciting name after name after name and you will start to hear how ridiculous it is rather than hearing your own anxiety, and it’ll help. you say “so and so brought 50 ships and he was the son of that guy who was king of this. and also this other dude, son of yet another guy we will never mention again, friends with holy shit another guy-“ and eventually you’re going to start giggling your way out of an anxiety attack.

#oh look i got an excuse to rant about elevenriver oops. #like. god there’s good in there!!! but also it’s so bogged down it’s frustrating as hell #ask #dw oc

[justafrogandherumbrella]

Welcome to Nowhere: Hands

AN: It's back!

Well, with Jenny all the way back downstairs, looking for rope, and Gia keeping watch over the unconscious Jerrel, it’s up to you and Aderyn to search Mr.Rotary’s mysterious office. Aderyn goes in first, and you follow. You turn around to speak to Gia, only to find the door slamming shut behind you.

“Gia?!” You shout, running up to the door to try and open it. No luck. 

“Jeez, what the hell?” You mutter, angrily shaking the door knob. The fact that the door had locked itself has to be part of that thing's decision, right? 

“Oi!” You bark, punching the door a little bit. “Unlock right now, this isn’t funny!”

“I don’t know how to unlock it!” Gia protests from the other side. “It just shut randomly!”

“Sorry, I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Who were you talking to then?” Their confused voice seeps through the door crack. “I’m the only one out here.”

“No one important.” You give the door an indignant kick before scoffing and deciding you’ll just have to come back to it later. You turn back to the office, which appears to be completely empty, save for whatever it is that’s growing out of the floor. You’re not really sure what it is- it doesn’t resemble any kind of plant you’ve ever seen. No, the substance growing out of the office floor was a dingy yellow color, growing in tall, thin stalks. It was almost like some type of grass, except for the fact that it looks to be made of carpet, and at the top of each stalk grows a tiny, fuzzy ear. 

“This is… the weirdest office I’ve ever seen.” 

“Eh,” Adryn shrugs, poking at one of the ears. “I’ve seen weirder.”

“Weirder? How can you have possibly seen something weirder than ear-thingies growing out of the floor of an office?

She shrugs again. “Well, I mean, I guess it all depends on perspective, doesn’t it? I personally find any ‘normal’ type of office to be so ridiculously boring to the point that they’re weirdly insufferable and motivation-sucking.”

“I don’t think that counts. In fact, I don’t think I could even come up with something stranger than this for an office space. Uhm- anyways,” you say, shifting your attention to a more serious matter. 

“Do you think he’s using these to… you know, hear us?”

“No idea,” Aderyn answers honestly. “I mean, Bianca said that her static should block him from hearing anything outside the kitchen, but… I mean, these are just a bunch of random ears, and I’m not really sure how they factor into the situation. Even if he can hear us though, what does it matter? We’re already here, aren’t we? I think all this means is that we should hurry up, just in case he is listening, and is on his way to kick us out.”

“Right!” You say, leaping into action. Still, the office is completely empty. Except… that can’t be right. If Mr.Rotary’s office is just a room full of ears, then  why does he have the weirdest lock of all time as some kind of guard dog? Why would he have been so insistent on you absolutely not going into his office if there isn’t anything incriminating inside? No, there’s gotta be something more to this, right? There’s gotta be.

“Hey Aderyn?” You ask, grabbing one of the ear-stalk things. 

“Yeah?”

“You like to tell stories, right? When we were all leaving the uhm…”

Shit! Have you forgotten already? You came here from somewhere, you know that. You just can’t quite remember the location. It sits there, on the edge of your tongue, ready to be spoken, yet your brain falters- refusing to give you an answer. 

“The graveyard?” Aderyn fills in.

“Right, yeah, the graveyard.” That’s right. It was a graveyard. That’s where you and Aderyn had met. When you, Gia, Bea, and Emerson left, Aderyn decided to join you. You’re supposed to be helping find her way home though, right? Why did you come to Dispassion?

“...Rue?”

“Right, sorry. When we were leaving the graveyard, I remember you telling us stories. Since arriving at Dispassion, I haven’t seen you too much, and so I imagine you haven’t had too many chances to tell any stories and I was just wondering… would you like to tell me a story? While we’re working?” You twist the stalk in your hand, digging your nails into it. Your hand looks kind of funny, now that you think about it. You’ve seen it plenty of times, so you’re not sure why you’re only noticing now, but… there’s something wrong with your hand. It’s not really hand- or is it? Well, it looks like a hand, or at least it’s shaped like one. 

Aderyn’s face lights up. “I’m so happy you asked! I would love to tell you a story! Hmm… can you give me a prompt or something?”

“Like… what kind of prompt?” You stare down at your hand. It sure is hand shaped alright, but it isn’t made of flesh. Almost everyone you can remember meeting has always had some kind of oddity, and yet, with the only exception being Emerson- or maybe even Aderyn, almost everyone you’ve met has had relatively normal hands. Looking at Aderyn’s hands now, you ignore one hand of hers, the one covered in succulents, and instead focus your attention on her other hand. Looking at it, you can’t help but think of the words that popped into your mind when you first saw Jerrell. 

Perfectly Human.

“Well, how about you just give me two random words, and I’ll try to connect them to make a story. Does that sound good to you?” She continues searching the room as she speaks, completely unaware of the thoughts that occupy your mind. 

“Yeah, I can do that.” You’ve always thought your friends had such oddities. Emerson being a slug, Gia having a planet for a head, Bea having far too many legs, and Aderyn having succulents grow across her face and spiraling down her arm. Yet, looking at your hands now, they’re oh-so-far from perfectly human. “How about these two words: dream and… deception. “ You see, while almost everyone else you can remember meeting has had some kind of flesh on their hands, human or not, your hands have no such things. Your hands don’t even look like they should be real. 

“Ooooh! Interesting choice! Let’s see…” Aderyn muses, her thoughts churning with ideas.  there once was a young poet- and that’s all anyone ever thought they were. Here’s the thing though, this poet had a secret.”

Your hands are made of drawings, if you can  even call them that. It looks as though someone has taken a black-inked pen to the air, furiously scribbling, trying their best to draw a never-ending amount of messy, nonsensical thoughts. 

Aderyn continues. “You see, this was no ordinary poet. Not only did they write poems, but they wrote spells as well. They were a magician- an arrogant one at that. They shamelessly crossed the paths between worlds, dancing with demons and flying with angels, not caring to read all the warning signs that were meant to save them.”

The scribbles are almost mesmerizing to look at, but it hurts. Just like the overwhelming static from things that it seems only you can hear, these scribbles are all-consuming. 

“They were living in a dream, you see. A fantasy so far-fetched that even they thought none of it could ever truly be real. They walked amongst stars after all, why would they ever feel the need to bring their head down and out of the clouds?”

The scribbles never really break their formation. They come together, forming the shape of your hands- but they never stop moving.

“They were reckless, never bothering to stop or slow down, because they thought that they would always wake up, back to their horrid, boring world where everything was safe. Unfortunately for them, they got too cocky, and found themselves challenging  a god- though this was unbeknownst to them. This god was far from good, in fact, it was just about the evilest thing one could imagine. However, no one could say it wasn’t fair. After all, it was the one placing all those warning signs that our dear poet chose to ignore.”

Everything about your hands is wrong. You… you hate them. You want to scratch away each and every scribble, scraping away the alien presence that is so clearly not you. 

“Naturally, our poet lost their challenge, but they didn’t know that. The god they had challenged loves to lie, you know. SO that’s what it chose as its award for winning the game. Our dearest poet lost everything, but they were allowed to return to walk among the stars, never knowing that they had been deceived.”

 Each and every scribble is constantly flickering, forming new shapes and even words, but they all bring the same feeling. 

“They never even remembered meeting the god. They didn’t know that it had carved out their eyes and ears and replaced them with its own. Never knew that they had been turned into a puppet for the god’s entertainment. So, the poet went on as they always had, living a dream that had never really been real.”

Dread.

#writeblrcafe #my writing #weirdcore #weirdcore/dreamcore #dreamcore #writblr #Writers on tumblr #Welcome to Nowhere #work in progress #writerscorner #writing community #Welcome to Nowhere: Hands

[morvantmortuary]

Denim, Amber, Peach and Ruby for Hex?

Sarah!! I’m sorry this took me so frickin long, babe :’D thanks for being kind enough to ask to begin with 🖤

Denim: describe their shower habits

Hex is big on being clean and smelling pretty when he can — he’s had plenty of times in his life when that wasn’t possible (on the run in Mexico, the Oaxaca Incident, whenever Vincent would shut him and Maxi in the basement when they were teens and disobeyed him), so for him it’s definitely a thing he treasures. He’ll go maybe a day or two at most without a quick shower when he can help it, and only if you spend those days being pajama hermits together on the couch/in his room/etc.

he really tends to use baths for relaxing (or scrying in the water, under the right circumstances), so when he’s showering he generally has an agenda/someplace to be. He takes his time with his hair (he loves himself some conditioner), and he has a special soap for his face and beard. He’s always careful when he washes up, making sure he clears off any blood ectoplasm traces of your last orgasm evidence of his previous escapades. He has a cologne he likes, but now he usually saves it for whenever he’s taking you somewhere in particular lmao. he’s 100% that person who will walk out in a towel and then still be sitting in it an hour later bc he gets distracted with his laptop/phone/whatever, and he loves to cuddle when either him, you, or both of you are still steamy and warm after showering.

Amber: how would they choose to die if they had to die tomorrow?

something quick and painless, preferably. or, if he had to choose one of the two, painless. he’ll linger if it means he can do so in a soft, numb haze. a little too much morphine in an IV drip, or some tequila to wash down a bottle full of sleeping pills. something where he can phase through the Veil and not even realize it, at first.

if he had to make a day of it, he’d want to have cooked you both his last meal, then go out in your arms — either in your bed or on a blanket under some stars. something where the last thing he sees and feels and thinks about is you. you’d just be talking shit, maybe cracking bad jokes back and forth, and he just… falls asleep when the drugs kick in. maybe the last thing he’d feel is a kiss.

if he gets his way, this’ll be how he does actually go when it’s his time, but you’re both nearly a hundred and he knows you’ll be comfortably taken care of and living in luxury until it’s your turn to come over, where he’ll be the first person in line to see you on the Other Side.

(…the three morvants have an emergency understanding where, if it gets to a point they have to take each other out - if it’s safer that way - they know what to do. Maxi can stop hearts, which is the quickest. Rora can make neck vertebrae snap of their own accord, which is painful but only for a moment. Hex can pull people out of their bodies if it comes to that, but only as the absolute resort bc it’s a slow and painful process. it’s a contingency the three of them settled when they were teens, and still stands, though they never speak of it.)

Peach: would they eat human flesh? Under what circumstances?

Oh, babe. It’s hardly going to be the weirdest thing he’s ever eaten ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Sure, but only if he absolutely had to. maybe a dire ritual, a donner party situation (although it’s pretty hard to get into one of those these days, he’d rather die stranded somewhere trying to get himself unstuck from said predicament), if it was a condition of your ransom (weirdly specific, but sure), or he had to humor some particularly beastly member of They Who Provide/Decide so they don’t start a feud with the family. He’d rather not, obviously, but when you belong to a family that’s so deeply intertwined with death and devilry, it’s not like it’s totally impossible it’ll come up.

Ruby: what's an unpopular opinion they have?

he secretly thinks a lot of stereotypically “nerdy” hobbies are still pretty geeky - DnD, comics, musicals okay basically anything Maxi was into as a teen - but he’s not married to this opinion. he’s always been more of a social butterfly than his cousins, and his favorite form of socializing is at a party or dancing, but all he needs is someone to show him what they love about any of these things to change his mind. especially if it’s you; the minute you get excited about any of the above, he’d immediately bite his tongue and want to learn more about it, wanting to definitely impress you a little bit the next time you hung out make you happy by participating. even if you just mention it casually, he’d go home and spend the rest of the night googling things on his phone so the next time y’all got together and it came up, he could casually pretend he knew more about it than he was letting on. the big nerd.

thanks again for your patience, babe! I super appreciate the interest! 🥰

#nice people #sarah!! 🖤 #hector vibes #hector morvant-casares #hex morvant-casares #hector emile morvant-casares #diego luna fc

[prince-simon]

If you’re willing, drop a line from your WIP out of context.

oooh fun!!! i've got a couple so lesssgooo

ch. 14 of i don't feel like our love is brand new:

He knew that he couldn’t stay in Spain forever — not on a whim, that was — but he also knew that he didn’t want to stay away from Simon anymore for any extended period of time.

a little au of prince simon:

Nervousness fluttered in Wilhelm’s chest as he stared down the front door of the building he'd been dropped off at. It was unassuming, perfectly blending in with the other buildings in the neighbourhood.  Perfectly normal.  Except for the fact that on the second floor, the Crown Prince of Spain lived, away from oppressing palace walls, free to live a life as normal as was possible for a prince.

angsty prequel to prince simon:

He had no idea what awaited him behind it but he pushed it open anyway, ignoring his shaking hands. His eyes caught on the fading bruises — what would a few more of them matter? — before he stepped into the dark room and he was deprived of his vision until his eyes somewhat got used to the darkness.

last but not least, something not pscu related lol:

The person next to him shifted, lips dragging against his collarbone, and Simon stopped breathing, heat travelling to his cheeks. This was a lot considering they were strangers that had never even spoken to each other. Their hair tickled his jaw, and Simon cringed, slowly, hesitantly, bringing his hand up to brush the strands away. Jesus Christ, why did he always get into the weirdest situations.

#i am writing entirely too many side stories for prince simon lolol #prince simon au #young royals #writing #very excited for all of these #ask #anon

[chocolatedreamer22]

⚠️CATCF FANFIC IDEA⚠️ Part 3

Ok, so i'm gonna try to keep this short and leave out the less important stuff. Let me just explain some things in a few notes:

1. This is a fanfic idea I came up with. You can use it if you want.

2. Coco is Wonka's child. Whether she's his daughter or niece is up to the reader/writer to decide.

3. "The Wonderful World Of Wonka" on wattpad will explain how Nyxie and Coco are meant to be written.

4. If you don't want to use Coco or Nyxie, just swap them out for anyone else. Or delete the character completly.

5. Anyone is welcome to use my OCs, but I just ask of these two things: 1. Please don't change anything about their characters. 2. Please don't use them in graphic sexual situations of any kind.

THE IDEA:

Wonka introduces a new assistant. She's an animatronic doll called Honey. She's the same height as Violet. She wears a pink dress and a white apron with a red Wonka logo on the front. Black mary janes and white ankle socks; the same as Coco's. Brown eyes with pupils that dilate and contract when her lenses zoom in or out. Her blonde hair is tied in two ponytails that lay over her shoulders. She looks very similar to one of the puppets from the welcome show they saw the day they toured the factory.

Honey is not like any other AI assistant. She's much smarter, and much more advanced. Everything she knows comes from the most reliable resources, and she's programmed to know as much as possible. She is NOT programmed to obtain additional information except for the personalities and traits of the humans around her.

She can cook, clean, fix anything around the house, answer any question no matter how simple or complicated, and anything else she's asked of within good reason.

No one was really sure about Honey at first, but mostly got used to her after a while. It was a bit like having another child in the house. A child that has a computer instead of a brain, and a battery instead of a heart.

The only person that never got used to her was Mike. He didn't like how realistic she looked. She was made in the same factory as those corpse dolls Nyxie got for Halloween that one year. He could maybe handle the way she looked if it wasn't for how she behaved.

She acted way too human. She had thoughts and feelings and formed opinions of the things and people around her. She couldn't feel physical pain, but could "feel" every kind of emotion. She couldn't show emotions thru things like blushing or crying, but could show them thru facial expressions and body language. He even thought her voice sounded too human. She sounds like a person speaking thru a voice changer that makes her voice sound slightly robotic. He pointed out that her voice is "breathy" and robot voices don't sound like that.

When her battery gets low, she says that she's "getting tired". On the rare occasion that she "falls asleep," her eyes close and her body collapses onto the ground. This causes a lot of concern if it happens in public in front of strangers who don't realize she's an animatronic. This doesn't happen very often because her battery is designed to last as long as a human can stay awake.

Honey is witty and sarcastic and has the ability to lie to humans. Why would a robot be able to lie? She clearly doesn't like Mike and is often side eyeing him. Nobody listens to Mike's concerns because they think it's just his irrational fear of her.

The weirdest thing he notices is that she and Coco will walk off into the distance, or hide in empty rooms and whisper things to each other. Sometimes she'll show Honey something on a cell phone or in a notebook. She always holds them at an angle that others can't see. Coco knows something that everyone else doesn't. Something really creepy is going on and Mike is determined to find out what it is.

#charlie and the chocolate factory #fanfiction #mike teavee #willy wonka 2005 #willy wonka fanfic #willy wonka fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction ideas #catcf fanfic #catcf fanfiction #catcf #catcf 2005 #fanfic ideas #mike teavee 2005 #i got this idea from M3GAN

[thefilmed2008]

The Rusted Link - A Linked Universe fanfic

Chapter 1: “Citing sources not of God nor man.”

My POV:

        I felt like I was wandering into the dark. I felt like I was thinking thoughts no mortal should have ever thought. It was always startling to fall through reality. It felt like I had died, but other than that it was a surprisingly smooth transition (I’m pretty sure dealing with fourth dimensional beings and being ripped out of your plane of existence would get you used to it.) After my vision returned I saw that I was in a lush green field dotted with flowers, a bit down-hill from where I was sitting was a small ranch and above me was a bright blue sky. ‘A bit weird, but at least there are living things here.’ I thought, after that I stood up and decided to walk towards the ranch (depending on how well my inevitable adventure will go, that was either a good idea or a bad idea.) An hour or two later I finally made it to the ranch. When I looked up at the sign I understood where I was, ‘yeah I can work with this. Not the weirdest thing I’ve ever dealt with.’ You want to know what ranch it was? Lon Lon Ranch. Well after that bit of relief I stepped through the threshold. After the music started I damn-near tripped over nothing but emotions, but I righted myself and I continued on. I eventually reached a window and peaked in, inside there were twelve people, eight of them were sitting at a table eating what I presumed was breakfast while two of them were standing around the room while another two were standing at what appeared to be a sink, nine of them were blonde, one of them had pink hair (Legend, the best little guy.) while only one of them was brunette, eight of the blondes, the pink haired one,  and the one brunette had various armors, little trinkets and medieval clothes on, although two of them had pretty modern clothes on like sweats with a beanie and jeans with a short sleeve shirt, the twelfth person however was a tall redheaded woman with fair skin and a rather bland dress with various patterns woven into its bottom. ‘Oh Linked Universe, well let’s just hope I don’t die (again).’  I thought. Suddenly the oldest looking one of them (who just so happened to have the most armor on along with having a dead eye,) side-eyed me like he knew I was there, I could not have ducked down any faster if I tried. I knew they probably wouldn’t hurt me, but I trusted people before and I paid the price, I wouldn’t make that mistake again. Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps heading towards the door which was right next to me. I fumbled for my pistol which I had learned to always keep on my person no matter the situation. No sooner had I flipped the safety off than the door opened and I came face to face with a tall, well built, man. He was 6’0 at least. And he had an aura that screamed “No matter what’s happening I am always in control.” It was so thick that it was getting hard to breathe. I could only think one thing, ‘Who is this man?’

Time’s POV:

        Me and Malon were washing our dishes and talking, the other links were eating breakfast while Texts and Worlds were standing around. When all of a sudden I heard a low noise coming from the window and when I looked over I saw a figure. And it quickly ducked down, I excused myself from the conversation I was having with Malon to go investigate. When I opened the door I was greeted with a boy who looked about fifteen years old, he had dark brown hair that looked unkempt, with white hairs that outnumbered my own, and he had eyes that seemed to be too tired and knowing to be from someone his age (Even compared to the other Links,) they also seemed to be deathly dull and faded, with the sparks of life barely recognizable along with their color. (My guess was that they were Hazel at one point in time), he was about 6’3 (though, with the number of stretch marks on his skin that was probably not his natural height), he had torn and faded jeans, smudged and cracked black and gray glasses, no shoes, and he didn’t have a shirt on, revealing unhealthily pale skin that was littered with bruises, scars, scratches, scrapes, and burns, and his feet were shot to hell. (He almost looked worse than Wild. In fact, he looked like a walking corpse.) It was apparent that something also happened to his legs due to the sound of the bones cracking every time he moved, and the number of horrendously deep scars that showed through the rips in his jeans. He was also trembling like I was a hungry wolf or something. He was pointing a metallic object at me (Texts and Worlds called them guns I believe) “Easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you.” I said “W-Who are you?” He said, I could hear the tremble in his voice. He was clearly terrified.  “My name is Time, what's yours?” He hesitated before saying “A-Andrew.” “It’s nice to meet you Andrew, what are you doing here?” “I-I don't know, I j-just woke up in a field not-t too far from here.” He also had an odd way of speaking, sometimes he would hang on words or sounds for too long, like his mouth wasn’t going fast enough to keep up with his brain, and his speech was filled with stammers and stutters.

 I had to help this kid.

Chapter 2: Linking up.

My POV:

        “Do you want to come inside? We have a few spare rooms.” ‘What?! Why are they offering? I just showed up then I immediately pulled a gun on them, what are they planning?’  But despite all the red flags, this was the only building I could see for miles, so I decided to take him up on his offer. “F-Fine, but no funny business. Alright?” “Alright.” “Good.” I flipped the safety back on and returned the gun back to its place.

Time’s POV:

        Well now that that was over with, me and the kid entered the house and it seemed like everyone heard the commotion because as soon as we entered the house they were all swarming us. Goddess this was gonna be long. After I got everyone settled down they started introducing themselves. “Hi. I’m Hyrule.” “Hello.” The boy said sheepishly, though the look in his eyes said that he was excited. “Hey. I’m Legend.” The kid looked even more excited. “I’m Wind.” “Hello. I’m Sky.” “Howdy! I’m Twilight.” “Nice to meet you! I’m Four.” “…” To be expected, Wild didn’t even know how to read or write true Hylian anymore. “Another one? Good goddess.” When Warriors was grumpy he made sure everyone knew. I’d have to talk to him about that later. “Who are you?” Worlds moved from his spot next to texts. He was probably the least trusting of strangers. Though, given what he went through, I’d say it was warranted. Of course Texts didn’t say anything, he just scribbled down stuff in his notebook, he had stopped talking shortly after we met him. Oddly none of the other Links elicited the same look of excitement in the kid’s eyes like Hyrule and Legends did (Maybe he was from their timeline like Texts and Worlds were?) everyone else got looks of knowing sympathy (Weird. Had he heard of our legends?) Another thing I noticed was that he was really stiff and he looked anxious, somewhat dizzy, like he wasn’t used to so many people talking to him, even one at a time. Then he started stumbling.

My POV:

        It was disorientating coming face-to-face with so many people who I originally thought were only fiction, my head felt like it was twisting inside out. It was hard to keep my footing and that’s when I tried to remove myself from the situation, only to make it worse. I walked (Read stumbled and tripped) my way over to what I could only assume was the kitchen table. Then I started to fall, my ears were ringing and my vision started to haze, I heard yells… I think. It was hard to make out. Some part of me didn’t want to stop falling, it was peaceful, and I hadn’t had peace in so… so long. Then boom. An arm caught me, I didn’t look up, I didn’t want to look up, but then I heard a voice “Are you okay?” It was a calming voice, a soothing voice, and it wrapped me in a warmth I hadn’t felt since before THE OTHER. I eventually looked up to see the red-haired woman from earlier, she smiled at me warmly and asked. “Hey there little guy. How are you feeling?”

Time’s POV:

        The kid started stumbling and tripping his way towards the kitchen table, that’s when he started to fall. Most of us were so startled that we were frozen in place, but some of us rushed over to catch him. Luckily we didn’t have to, Malon rushed over to him so quickly you would have thought that she had Pegasus boots on, after she caught him she asked if he was alright. “Y-Yeah, thank you.” Andrew let out a grunt as she helped him up. “You’re welcome. So I’m guessing you’re a new hero?” She asked with a melancholic yet hopeful tone. “His story would seem to suggest that, along with all the wear and tear his body seems to have been through.” I said. “He might just give you a run for your money in the injuries department Wild!” Legends joked. Wild just huffed and rolled his eyes.

  Chapter 3: Well this is new

                                   My POV:

        This was not the weirdest situation I’ve ever been in, but it certainly was a new one. But I had to admit that after being alone for so long and being hunted down tirelessly for so long that time became redundant this was a nice change of pace. I was at the dinner table with the Link’s eating food that Malon had cooked up, and I gotta say, she is one hell of a cook. I liked how peaceful it was. But eventually the peace had to end. “So how old were you when your quest started? I was twelve.” Legends said “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Come on! I want to know too!” Exclaimed the youngest of them, I finally broke. “I was five! Okay? Are you happy now?” That shut Legends up and also got me a couple of sympathetic looks from the rest of them. “Who did you fight? Was it Ganondorf?”  Asked the sailor, I was gonna lose it. But I decided to answer. I didn’t want to describe THE OTHER, I didn’t want to remember it, so I decided to tell them about HABIT.

                                       Time’s POV:

        Damnit! Why did Hylia have to throw someone so young into a battle against such a terrifying beast? Just listening to him describing it was harrowing, it was like all the worst parts of Majora and Ganondorf rolled into one maniacally sadistic, impossibly cunning, and damn near invincible ball. And the worst part about it was that it wasn’t just evil, it was silly evil. It was horrendous to even think about. Not even Majora would eat a Baby, let alone in front of its own mother!

        Suddenly Andrew got up. “Where are you going?” Malon asked, “I’m going to get some fresh air.” “Oh, okay.” Andrew nodded and went to open the door, but when he did we all suddenly got sucked into another portal.

Chapter 4: “In strange eons even death may die”

Normandy, France, June 6th, 1944.

Black Forest Germany, Unknown month, 1945.

The land of ashen waste/Dr Corinthall’s domain, unimportant.

The Boardwalk/Slenderman’s domain, unimportant.

The Bridge To Nowhere/HABIT’s domain, unimportant.

The Cabin/Andrew’s domain, April 45th, 2023.

My POV:

       It was getting kinda annoying having to go through so many back roads to get home once I fell through reality- oh I made them worry about me, didn’t I? Oh well not like I’m gonna see them again. *bang* *bang* *bang* I think I may be corrected. I stood up and got out my gun, I then flipped off the safety and went to answer the door. “Hey guys!”

Time’s POV:

        It was hell. Not even Majora would find joy in this place, when we arrived here we were met with nothing but silence and colorless, lifeless woods. “Be on guard! We don’t know what could be lurking here.” I advised. “There is no life here. This place… it was never meant to be kind to life.” Four said as he fell to his knees. “It hurts… It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Make it stop hurting! Please!” Hyrule cried as he fell to the ground coughing up blood, Wind rushed to his side. “The Goddesses weren’t involved in the creation of this… unholy place. They couldn’t have been.” Sky said, I had half the mind to agree, the only reason I didn’t was to keep myself calm. “Oh god! Oh shit shit shit shit why here? Anywhere but here!” Worlds said, he looked terrified. “What do you mean? Where are we?” “A space between dimensions. A land forsaken by all gods, only damned souls and demons live here now.” We all whipped around to look at Texts as he finished speaking. He looked utterly hopeless. “No mortal soul was ever meant to see this place. The Candleverse was only ever meant to imprison unending spirits.” We all wanted to deny it but when Texts says something with certainty in his voice it is always true. “I-I think we should set up camp for the night. Legends go gather wood, Warriors go with him, if what Texts says is true then he’ll need it. I’ll do the rest.” “O-O-Okay.” Legend said. “Hey it’s gonna be okay.” Warriors assured Legends. I hope he’s right.

—Four Hours Later—

        Black and White and Black and White. There wasn’t even Gray, it had felt like days had passed yet it had only been four hours (Or was it five?) It truly felt like a prison, a cruel twisted version of one, but one nonetheless. Hyrule never got better, in fact he got worse. Eventually we heard a noise coming from the forest, at first we thought it was the wind, but then we realized that it was more like breathing, and it sounded like it was getting closer. Then my vision became filled with what Texts and Worlds would call static, its buzzing was persistent and upsetting, eventually a scream rose above the static. “Ahhhhhh! What the hell is that?!” I instantly jumped to my feet and grabbed hold of the voice and ran, I yelled out “Run! Move! Get the fuck away from whatever it is!” “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I heard Texts yell, then *shlick!* I whipped my head around, then I saw it; Texts stabbed through the chest with what looked to be a black tendril, he was being whipped around wildly while his notebook was glowing with a holy light. “Babble!” “Fly you fools!” Then there was a flash of blinding light, and I and the person I was holding were sent flying with enough force to kill a Lynel.

         — Unknown amount of time later —

World’s POV:

        My entire body hurt and ached, it felt like I was hit by a bus (Again), eventually I got up and looked around. It looked like a bomb had exploded, my ears were ringing and my vision was somewhat hazy but it instantly cleared up once I saw a few other forms laying on the ground unconscious. I immediately rushed over to the forms, when I got there I saw that it was Four, well actually five… Fours, one with red clothes on, one with green clothes on,one with purple clothes on, one with blue clothes on, and one that was completely black with a purple tint. Suddenly the dark one got up “W-What happened? Where’s everyone?” It had glowing white/pale yellow eyes and no mouth. I opened my mouth to ask what it was when a drop of something fell on my face, I brought my hand up and wiped it off, that’s when we saw that it was blood, then we both looked up and saw it, Babble’s mangled and broken corpse impaled on a tree branch, or what was left of it anyway, there wasn’t much left of it to identify it as Babble’s but the one thing it did have was his notebook, the notebook that got us out of sticky situations so many times before. The dark Four started sobbing while I could only stand there and look up at the blood dripping corpse of my friend.

—Two Hours Later—

Wild’s POV:

        I awoke to the sound of sobbing, I got up on unsteady feet and headed towards the sound, there I found what I could only describe as a shadow Four lying in the fetal position covering his face and sobbing so much that he was hiccuping, Twilight had a thousand-yard stare, I also saw Sky sat facing away muttering prayers to the goddess Hylia and rocking himself back and forth while Wind was trying to calm him, Legends, Warriors, Time, and Hyrule were nowhere to be found. I then looked to my side and found out what the fuss was about; there were five corpses lying on the ground while Worlds was digging graves for each of them, four of them looked like Four while the fifth one was barely recognizable, but it held something that was: Text’s notebook.

Chapter 5: Strangers in a strange land.

—Two Hours Earlier—

Time’s POV:

        When I woke up I was met with a hallowing sight; a being in the form of Hyrule that had black skin, dark gray clothes and hair, and light gray eyes and cloth trimmings, carrying the real Hyrule on its back. “What did you do to Hyrule?” I quickly jumped up to my feet and pulled out my sword. “Calm down, I do not intend to harm my guardian.” This thing talked like a cold, analytical machine, but it also carried the sort of care and kindness that a mother would have, but I still would not let my guard down. “What do you mean ‘you’re guardian’? And who-or-what are you?” “I am Hyrule’s shadow, but you may call me Sinatra, and Hyrule is my guardian. I give him strength whilst he gives me form. It is a mutualistic relationship.” “Okay but will you hurt me?” “No. You are my guardian’s friend. Plus it would not be beneficial to me in any way.” “Good. Well with that out of the way; where is everyone else?” “I do not know. This place is wreaking havoc on my guardian’s mental state, and as such using any more magic than is absolutely needed is risky at best and guaranteed death at worst.” I sheathed my sword and started thinking about what to do next. “Well we just gotta keep on moving then.” He nodded at the suggestion and asked me to lead, we then started walking.

—One Hour Later—

Legend’s POV:

        I was getting kind of scared. It had been an hour (or was it seven?) Since me and Warriors woke up, and during that time we'd been assaulted by monsters, including a green colored thing, I had grown wary. Warriors was holding up better than I thought he would, considering he was the pretty boy of the group. “How’s that dowsing spell going, have you found anyone yet?” Warriors asked. “Nah. It’s like this place just keeps eating up any magic I throw out.” “Well that’s just dan-“ “Hold up. I think I got something.” We both stopped dead in our tracks as we heard the crunching of leaves growing closer. We both readied ourselves for a fight when suddenly Time and a black and gray Hyrule carrying the real Hyrule showed themselves.

Time’s POV:

        Me and Sinatra had been walking for an hour or so. (Thankfully the mind boggling effects of this world did not affect him.) When we had finally found Legends and Warriors. They looked ready to kill Sinatra when they first spotted him, it took some explaining for them to finally settle down enough to put down their weapons. “Okay so what now?” Legends asked. “We continue on and search for shelter.” Then we started walking.

#oc #linked universe #tloz #slenderverse

[over-dramatic-diary]

here we go again

Hi, little non-existent gay people in my laptop.

So I am feeling pretty anxious right now, and would like a place to vent it. So here we go.

To make a long story short, my living situation for the summer is not ideal. Now, I am safe, I am not in any danger. And the place is not ratty or buggy or leaky, and is a cheap place to live for the few months I need it (long story for another time). However, the rent is fitting. It is an old duplex which is the definition of the landlord special. I can deal with a cheap place. But let's say my roommate is a bit... unconventional. He lives literally as cheaply as possible. The only decorations in the house are mine, and the only furniture he owned before I moved in were a cheap-as-all-hell couch, his bed frame, and his dresser. But the weirdest part? He sleeps in our tiny living room most nights.

I ask rhetorically: is it such a big ask for him to sleep in his own bedroom? He literally uses the living room as his office and his bedroom. I should've been more weirded out when he told me he uses the living room storage closet as his closet, but that seemed fairly normal to me. Come to find out, he sleeps on that cheap-ass, bright blue leather and chrome hardware couch most every night. What am I supposed to do if I bring a gentleman caller over? Corral him out my bedroom window? And the most infuriating part is that I pay more rent than my roommate does.

Now it is still cheap rent, significantly more affordable than any of my other options (dear god rent has gone up), but that makes me even more irritated that I never get to use the living room. Especially being that one of my core personality traits is being a social butterfly.

As a side note, I apologize if this is a bit too stream-of-consciousness. If I am to be completely honest, I recently had a procedure that means for the past and next few days I cannot smoke, and I, shall we say, manage my anxiety better when my friend Mary Jane is at my side.

Either way, I am debating on two possibilities of what to do:

My first option is to text my roommate and ask him to rectify the problem once I am back. For context, I am in my hometown for my procedure. It would likely be as follows:

Hi [redacted]. So I was wondering if you usually sleep in the living room. I won't lie to you, this makes me a bit uncomfortable. Partially because it eliminates a bit of my privacy, being that the primary way in and out of the house is through the living room. Partially because I find it a bit grating that I pay a bit more of the rent than you do for the fact that you take the smaller bedroom, and yet you treat the living room as your bedroom and office. Now, I know that I am only subletting for the summer and thus maybe don't have quite as much sway in those decisions. But I will say that if I had known that that was a usual occurrence, I would have asked that we pay equal amounts of rent. I don't even have qualms with you keeping your [redacted] in the living room and your asking that I don't keep my tv in the living room, so that I don't really get to use the living room as I might wish. However, I would like to ask that for the majority of the time that we live together, that you spend your nights in your own bedroom. Please let me know your thoughts.

My second option is to ask him essentially the same thing when I arrive back in town. I honestly think I will do the former, so it will be a little more formal, as he seems to like that mode of discussion better. Not to mention the fact that I believe that any conversation about money he will cave to, so long as I keep paying my portion of the bills.

Well, it looks like this blog may simply be a place for me to sort out my jumbled thoughts in this chaotic and occasional mess of a mind that I have.

Well, thanks for listening, even if the only person listening is the wide open abyss that is the internet. May my words swim aimlessly among the sea of fanfiction and hack videos.

[wjforever]

Shatter me again. Chapter 54

I had two weeks for thoughts, reflections, introspection and analysis of the situation. Two of the weirdest weeks of my life. 

Two opposite feelings are fighting in me, and I'm being hit against the rocks like a bottle caught in the power of the waves. 

Two men. Two conversations. Two different Juliette Ferrars. 

Adam and Warner. I can't get them both out of my head. They define me, all my thoughts and all my consciousness.

Our talk with Adam gave me hope, I'm full of it, it overwhelms me. But at the same time, fear is smoldering in me, because it's almost impossible to believe in something good. I'm so afraid that nothing will work out, that Warner will somehow find out the truth about us, about our plans. That we will be prevented and all our dreams will not come true.

But I also can't get over my conversation with Warner. Anger and disappointment subsided a little inside me, emotions stilled. My head feels cool to me, and I'm trying to reason soberly. I need to do it. I need to learn it. Because I have to. Because otherwise I believe it will be difficult to survive in this world. Even with Adam around. I can't rely on him alone. I can't put him in such danger all the time.

So I'm trying to think about Warner's words, rethink everything he said. He keeps telling me about the time, that we need to hurry. And now Adam is telling me that they are preparing the troops for some kind of attack. I don't know if Warner's haste is related to their war or something else. Maybe he really needs a weapon. And he needs it now. I want to believe that the moment he tries to use me again, I will wriggle out of his grasp and run away as far as possible from here. That instead of assaulting, his weapon would commit desertion, destroying all his plans with one maneuver.

This hope makes me let into my subconscious other thoughts as well. The thoughts that I can't call negative. The truth. As much as I hate to admit it, thanks to the practices that Warner dumped on my head, I learned to feel myself differently. Not like ever. It's a very strange feeling, unlike anything else. Cold confidence. Superiority. Chilling calm. This was repeated after what had happened in the mirror room. When I talked to Adam. And it seems to me that this is probably how commanders who send hundreds of soldiers to certain death for the sake of victory should feel.

Moreover, I have to admit that I wasn't completely sincere when I said I hadn't experienced anything like this before. That it was Warner who broke something in me, destroyed me. The truth is, I've felt it before. The rudiments of these emotions. It was different back then, much weaker. When I was helping Adam in the cell. Or when I confronted my guards. It's always been in me, I just never used it, never brought it to this level.

I'm very lucky that I haven't seen them too often in these two weeks. Neither Adam nor Warner. Warner, as before, sometimes disappeared for several days. When he was around, he was mostly silent and reserved. Although I've already used to his mood swings, this change in him began to almost alarm me. Because it seems somehow different. But it's hard for me to explain what exactly confuses me. I've tried not to allow myself these feelings and thoughts. I shouldn't think about it, it shouldn't bother me. This is none of my business.

He didn't force me to torture anyone anymore. And there was no training for improving my concentration, or any other, either. I once asked him why, very carefully. He replied vaguely that he was looking for options. And he left me without details. I didn't try to find out more.

I not try to pretend that I care. Or, on the contrary, I try desperately to pretend that I don't. Whatever. My only hope is that he will look for options long enough, and Adam and I will have time to escape before that. One week and we'll be gone.

Instead of training, he offers me conversations. But there is nothing personal or emotional about them. The usual fire that I'm so used to, has disappeared from them. Warner keeps telling me about the books they destroyed. Artifacts they are preparing to burn. The ideas he has for the new world. General words, abstract topics. I could just as easily listen to the radio or read the newspaper. But I must admit that this is useful knowledge, necessary information. I want to know more. I need it.

We talk during breakfast, during short tours around the building. Not like the first time. And this is rather his monologue than a dialogue. He no longer calls me after him with shining eyes. We walk surrounded by crowds of soldiers, under their constant gaze. He thinks I'm his trophy. His secret weapon that he wants to put on display.

I try not to argue, not to anger him, not to ask unnecessary questions. It's not as difficult as it might seem. It's not as difficult as I thought it would be. But this is hardly my merit. It's just that Warner seems to shut me out, and this is only to my advantage. For some reason, the thought that he doesn't know what to do with me doesn't leave me. Maybe I didn't make it all as easy for him as he had hoped. And now I've become a burden to him. I really hope that I will solve this problem of his soon. Me and Adam.

Adam. We try to be careful. More than anything, I'm afraid that Warner will find us together in my room. If that happens, Warner will kill Adam, that's for sure. It's a betrayal, and they don't forgive something like that. Our meetings are rare, brief. We talk about our plans, we say that we'll get out of here soon. But we don't allow ourselves to go too far in our dreams. We don't make plans beyond escape. Because first we need to at least just survive.

I hear the familiar squeak of the door and a dim light from the corridor sneaks into my room. Adam. Warm oil spreads over my chest and I enjoy this blissful feeling. Although I worry every time he comes, I also rejoice in him. The less often you see a person, the more your meetings feels like a celebration.

"Adam? What are you doing here? We agreed that you wouldn't come…"

"Shh." Adam puts his index finger to his lips and smiles a conspiratorial smile. I can't help but smile back. "Warner went away and left all his personal guards at the headquarters. So we can be alone together a little."

I really haven't seen Warner all day, but I thought he was in the building, just didn't meet me. But the thought that he's far away from here warms my heart. I bite my lip in anticipation of a pleasant evening in the arms of the person I cherish more than anyone in the world. It's dangerous, but it's so tempting that I just can't refuse.

Adam moves further into the room, lies down on the bed and wraps me in his tender embrace. I'm happy that I have almost ceased feeling anxious about it. I long to feel again the excitement that his caresses gave me before we were interrupted by Adam's comrade. I want to experience this feeling again, and this desire overcomes any possible discomfort.

Every time Adam touches me long enough, it's like an explosion of fire and electricity that ignites my bones in the most amazing way. This is the kind of feeling I would like to sense non-stop.

We can be alone together. What a magical gift of fate. But for some reason, thoughts about the blond boy don't get out of my head. I'm thinking about where he went and why he didn't take his guards with him. How soon will he be back and isn't it dangerous for Adam to stay with me? Is Warner hiding something from his subordinates? Is it related to something personal? And I involuntarily wonder if his mood has any connection with these trips of his? Adam said something big was about to happen, some kind of battle between The Reestablishment and resistance. But hasn't it been going on for long enough already? Isn't the preeminence of The Reestablishment obvious? It seems to me that all this couldn't cause such a decadent mood in Warner. It's something else. And it's hardly about me.

And I don't understand why I'm even thinking about it, lying in the arms of the only person who really cares about me. Why do I keep trying to understand what's going on in the head of the person who's holding me captive.

A crazy thought pierces my mind with a poisoned arrow. Because I suddenly realized a terrible, frightening truth. Something completely unreal and unacceptable. 

I've found I don’t hate Warner as much as I thought I did. No matter what.

My anger and hatred towards him are not as intense as they were before. And I'm trying to understand him. I don't want to, but I'm trying.

Warner. He keeps his distance, but he still doesn't run away from me, doesn't stay away from me, doesn't behave with me as if I'm a huge disappointment for him. On the contrary, I believe he finds a strange sort of solace in my company. He thinks that, being a monster, I'll be able to understand him, treat his twisted notions with understanding. He thinks that as I had abusive parents, I should understand him. It seems that his father is also cruel, absent and simultaneously demanding at the same time. I've never heard anything about his mother.

I think Warner believes that I understand. That I understand him.

And I do. And I'm not.

Because we're not the same.

I want to be better.

But he'll never understand that. He goes his own cruel way, and is not going to change anything in his life. He's trying to get me to go down the same path instead.

And if he decided to go the other way, what difference would it make for me? This is a question I don't want to know the answer to.

Adam's hands slide over my arms wrapped in a blanket. He's silent, thinking about something of his own. But there is such an incredible need to know more live inside me that I decide to try to learn more from him. 

"Adam…" I say in a barely audible voice, drawling the word.

"Yes, Juliette."

"We're going to escape, aren't we…" This thought gives me confidence, keeps my feet on the ground.

"Sure. We'll run away from here, away from this hateful place."

Adam's voice is so soft, understanding that I suddenly decide to open up to him. Tell him the truth. I have no one to talk to about it, but I want to share it with someone. It's such a strange, almost unfamiliar feeling to me. And Adam is the best candidate for revelations. My friend.

"You know… Warner…"

"Mmm?" There is a barely perceptible tension in this long-drawn-out chest sound that I can feel with all my skin. And yet I know I can talk further. That Adam will listen to me.

"I'm surprised myself, but I don't hate him."

Pause. But this time it's short. Without dilated eyes or raised eyebrows. Adam has an answer ready. Because I've already surprised him with such revelations.

"Because you have a very kind heart, Juliette," he says softly.

"Hmm… I think that… you know… I feel sorry for him."

Adam turns his head and looks at me intently. I didn't expect this. I didn't expect such a reaction from him. It seemed to me that my confessions no longer worried him so much. And I'm afraid to disappoint him. So I know I have to change the subject urgently. I don't want to see that expression on Adam's face.

"Do you know anything about his mother?"

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jaehyun: the charming

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :)

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☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, nicknames, dirty talking, possessiveness, rough sex, praise kink, oral (giving and receiving), spitting, choking, unprotected (wrap up yall!!) ☆ WC: 4.1k ☆ SYNOPSIS: A harmless game of Truth Or Dare with your housemates reveals Jaehyun’s true desires and has him eyeing you the entire night.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: this is the only part for jaehyun ! sorry for the long wait,, i started this during my writing hiatus and did not have much motivation to finish it since its been really difficult to write smut lately :/ regardless, i hope you can leave me some feedback if you liked it <3 doyoung’s part will be the next in the series once i get to it !

“If you could kiss anyone in this room right now, who would it be?” Johnny beckons his drink to Jaehyun, who blinks at him with knitted eyebrows and a quizzical expression.

It’s one of those rare nights where all your housemates are home and Doyoung is actually out of his room to participate in everyone’s foolishness. All six of you sit comfortably in the living room as the fifth round of Truth or Dare commences. 

You share the large couch with Jaemin and Haechan, sandwiching you in between them happily. Doyoung, Jaehyun and Johnny are seated in their own respective chairs that circle the tiny coffee table in the center. 

And if your housemates could be any more distracting, Jaehyun sits laid-back without a shirt on and grey sweatpants that fit loosely on his legs, manspreading as if he has all the space in the world. His soft hair falls messily around his face from constantly running his hands through it and his abs flex without him needing to do much.

It’s hard not to stare, but no one in the room calls you out for doing so. They’ve all stared at you plenty enough times on other occasions, so it would be hard for any of them to give you a counterargument. Jaehyun simply looks good enough to devour, and he can say the same for you as he steals sly glances your way.

Every subtle connection of smoldering eye contact sends a thrill down your core, and the smirk paired with his dotted dimple has you swooning for him over and over. Jaehyun knows every way to drive you wild without needing to say or touch you.

It’s unbelievable how that man has only allowed you to see his intimacy once with the way he whistles whenever you walk down the stairs in a cute outfit or how often he compliments your butt just for the pure satisfaction of you having one. Despite having the highest body count in the entire house, he has great self control and never comes off as being too needy. 

And every time he is needy, he already has another girl in his room to satisfy him. So, this never gave you another opportunity to sleep with him as much as you wanted to. If you weren’t so bashful, you might’ve had enough courage to just walk into his room and ask. 

Nonetheless, here you both are: sitting across from each other during a slowly escalating game of Truth or Dare and eyeing each other every chance you can get.

“Shouldn’t you ask y/n that question?” Jaehyun mumbles, finding Johnny’s question rather ridiculous since the ratio in the room is 1 girl to 5 guys and finds no curiosity to know how bad of a kisser the rest of his housemates are. “I think you’d rather know her answer than mine.”

You clear your throat when every attention is drawn toward you, expecting you to give a truthful response when it isn’t even your turn. “What if I didn’t pick truth?”

“You want a dare?” Jaemin rests a hand on your bare thigh and turns delightfully toward you with a dark mischievous gleam in his eye.

Gulping, you try your best to diffuse the situation. “It’s not my turn.” 

“I’ll give my turn to you.” Jaehyun smiles and proceeds to gesture toward you to speak.

Bewildered, you’re looking to Doyoung to protest about such unfair grounds of switching the rules. However, he doesn’t say a word, shrugging it off like it’s not a big deal. “You’re all unbelievable.” You scoff sarcastically.

“C’mon, it’s just a friendly game. Everyone wants you to go.” Haechan clicks his tongue out of impatience, the anticipation practically suffocating the whole house.

“Ask me when it’s my turn.” You stand your ground and send Jaehyun a quick glare. 

The tension drops instantly from the stiff atmosphere. Haechan’s groan erupts beside you as he sits back against the couch with his arms crossed. 

“Okay, buttercup. I’ll answer Johnny’s ridiculous question, but know that I have a good one for you.” Jaehyun leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together loosely. “I’d kiss y/n.” 

Your breath hitches, but no one else is actually surprised by his answer. “Yeah, I’d kiss y/n too if this was my selection pool.” Doyoung remarks with a roll in his eyes.

“I mean,” Jaehyun sits back coolly in his chair, hands stretched behind his head and every muscle flexed in view. Every movement has your mouth watering at his impressive body on display. “Even if we were playing with other people, I’d still choose y/n.” A dimple smile causes your heart to beat rapidly.

Johnny scoffs, “if we circled up all your flings, you’d still choose y/n?” 

Jaehyun ponders the hypothetical for a second, but his eyes land back on yours and every hesitation disappears. “Yeah. She has the softest lips.” He says, very matter of fact.

Your fingers unconsciously graze against your lips briefly, before you clear your throat and shake away the power of his arousing words. “Okay, okay. Let’s move on?” 

“Okay, y/n. Truth or Dare?” Jaehyun picks this open opportunity to bring the attention back to you. Your housemates wait patiently for your choice, with eyebrows raised in the thick tension that this simple game has built up.

With shifty eyes and a dry throat, you mutter. “Dare.” 

There is a notable sparkle in Jaehyun’s dark lustful orbs. “I dare you to kiss the person that you think is the hottest in this room.” 

“Well, it would be difficult to kiss myself.” Rolling your eyes, the edge in your tone is enough to make the rest of them snicker. 

“I’m done after this round. It’s always the weirdest twists whenever we play games like this together.” Doyoung crosses his arms, throwing a small fit at the request. 

Johnny smirks, “because you know y/n wouldn’t kiss you?” 

Doyoung’s mouth opens to protest, but he falls short of a defensive response. He takes his defeat and slumps back against the chair, pouty and grumpy. “Just get it over with and kiss Jaehyun.” 

With a turn of events, you get up from your spot on the couch. Jaehyun follows your every move, your stare never leaving his own. Like a lost puppy, you lead him into thinking the kiss would be for him. However, you lean forward and hold Doyoung’s chin gently, planting a soft kiss on the equally shocked boy. 

“I think Doyoung is the hottest because he treats me with the most chivalry.” The sweetness that taints your mocking words has Doyoung turning red and Jaehyun turning into stone. The charming smile that lights up your darkest parts is gone, and Jaehyun blinks back at you with a tight jaw. 

Jaemin and Haechan read the room too well, excusing themselves before the tension reaches its peak. Doyoung gulps, glancing between you and Jaehyun, and awkwardly makes his way back to his room. Johnny chuckles at the abrupt end of the night, patting Jaehyun’s shoulder lightly before also heading up to bed. 

Every next move is crucial. With your weight barred on your left leg, you cross your arms with as much attitude as you can to push Jaehyun’s buttons further. “Jaehyun, if you really wanted a kiss, you could just ask me without wasting a turn.”

“Where’s the fun in that, buttercup? You clearly like testing your limits.” His voice drops at the end of his sentence. Jaehyun stands up, approaching you slowly. “But if you want my attention, you could just ask me without trying to make me jealous.”

His boldness catches you off guard, leaving you a bit speechless to formulate a proper explanation. Your hesitation gets caught in your throat when Jaehyun lightly places his hand on your waist. “It’s late, we should probably get to bed.” His raspy baritone cadence rumbles your chest.

Fingers graze his arm softly, but he pulls away before you can get a hold of him. “Are you actually going to sleep?”

Jaehyun walks to the bottom of the staircase, motioning you to walk first. “No, I’ll be up thinking about you.” A smirk finishes his sensual taunt and you cautiously head up the stairs. 

He follows directly after you and a whistle escapes his lips. “Have I given you your daily ass compliment yet?”

“Got one this morning.” With each step, Jaehyun is quick to match. 

“Well, you look amazing everyday.” He meets you at the top of the steps and when you’re ready to part back into your room, he stops you. “Where’s my kiss goodnight, baby?” 

You can’t possibly count the numerous times you’ve rolled your eyes being around him. “In my room, if you dare wish to enter.” Though your statement was clearly sarcastic, Jaehyun raises an questionable eyebrow. 

“I’ll only come if you let me in.” His innocent eyes do not match his sinister tone and his hidden innuendos. 

“I guess I always go into your room, it would be nice to have a change.” Taking his hand, you lead him down the hallway. The doors of your other housemates are oddly closed, but you figured they wanted some privacy. His warm hand feels rough against your palm and your heart drums as you two inch closer to your bedroom.

Jaehyun gently closes your door and examines your room as if he’s never been inside. “Don’t be a stranger.” You say, dropping his hand and sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Do you leave your underwear drawer open for all your friends to see?” He snickers, his pinky holding your special red lace panties up in the air. Your eyes go wide as you quickly yank the material out of his possession and shove the cabinet closed.

“I wouldn’t have figured you were the nosey type.” You grumble, but he takes this close proximity to pull you into his bare chest. His firm hand gives your ass a soft squeeze.

“It was quite obviously on display.” His dark whisper sends a chill down your spine and butterflies to swirl in the pit of your core. The faint smell of his body wash suffocates you all around and his sultry stare has you melting in his hands. It is so difficult to resist him, you want everything that is Jung Jaehyun.

Your words are quite possibly caught in your throat, but the hesitation does not show in your expression. Lightly, your fingertips trace the outline of his biceps and his dark stare follows every drag. Admittedly, Jaehyun will find any excuse to grab your attention. Call him possessive for no good reason, but something inside him bubbles with envy whenever your other housemates even leave a lingering stare.

Although he’s not the type to be vocal about it, his facial expressions speak volumes. May it be his competitive nature, but he can’t let the others have you. You have unknowingly become off-limits to the rest, but frankly, you don’t care all too much. Your prize is already in front of you.

“Are you going to kiss me or do I have to wait all night again?” With every will, you try your best to control the nervous tremble in your bold rhetorical question.

Jaehyun wastes no more time; soft lips crash into your own and you feel like you’re floating. Only he can make you feel this way. Hands in hair, the tug on his fresh locks has him moaning through the kiss. Jaehyun loses himself in you, rubbing his semi-hard cock against your thigh and gripping your ass harshly in his hand.

Every drip of saliva is swapped in the mess of your connected mouths and you’re reminded of how rough this man enjoys to be. Your knees buckle at the thought of him and Jaehyun is quick to hold you up, placing you strategically at the end of your bed. 

Pulling away, he stands in front of you with the largest dick print against his sweatpants, along with a small wet spot. There are no bashful words exchanged as the room is filled with heavy breathing and sultry looks. Jaehyun guides your hand to his waistband, silently waiting for you to free him.

Looking up at your beautiful boy, the neediness of release almost ruins his perfect charming look. Hair is tousled wildly across his eyes and his bottom lip escapes underneath the top row of his pearly teeth. He just looks so fucked out already, you can’t imagine how much he was holding back earlier.

You pull down enough of his pants for his dick to spring up right in front of you, not expecting the lack of underwear. Your small gasp cause him to chuckle, pushing the back of your head forward toward his hard cock. “Surprised?”

“You weren’t wearing underwear the entire night?” You question him as your hands cup his balls. A sharp intake of breath is his only response before he can compose himself. 

Through gritted teeth, Jaehyun stutters, “Like you were?” He throws his head back when your warm tongue flicks against his throbbing red tip. Every vein in his arm and neck pops on display as he grabs a hold of your hair.

“You wouldn’t know.” You snicker, running your tongue up and down his shaft. Jaehyun looks back down at your piercing eyes and his dick right above your cheek.

A smirk grows devilishly, “I’m about to find out.” Pushing your shoulder back gently, your back lands comfortably on the mattress. Your heart is racing as Jaehyun gets down on his knees, situating himself in between your open legs.

“May I?” He asks, warm hands on your inner thighs as he patiently waits for your answer.

“Yes.” Jaehyun pulls your shorts down to reveal your favorite comfort cotton panties that have faded from their original color. Naturally, you grow embarrassed and quickly slap your legs closed before Jaehyun can process. 

He blinks at you questionably, quite taken aback by the abrupt motion. “Are you okay?”

“Let’s just say I wasn’t completely expecting to sleep with anyone tonight. I’m not quite prepared down there.” Your gaze drops and you anxiously fist your sheets in your sweaty hands.

Jaehyun nods, understanding your implications. “I don’t care about those things. You are…” landing a quick peck on your bare knee, he rubs reassuring circles with his thumb. “.... the prettiest baby ever. And if you’d let me, buttercup, I want to make you feel good.” 

He has always been suave with his words, as if he knows the handbook to get butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Slowly, your legs open back up before him and the slightest groan rumbles from his throat.

The wet patch on your panties is hard to ignore and he’s mesmerized, to say the least. He peels down your underwear and uses his thumb to spread your lips. Leaning forward, Jaehyun lightly licks at your erect clit and your twitch in response is enough to feed into his ego. 

He dives hungrily, eating you out until your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back is arching off of the bed. He flattens his tongue against you, pushing in and out of your dripping hole in a rhythmic motion. His nose is deep in your skin, intoxicated by your arousal, and his eyes are drinking up your uncontrollable reactions.

It’s as if electricity shocks through your lower half. The pleasure that comes with every lick and sweet suckle has you panting for more. His name echoes from your tender lips while Jaehyun inserts two fingers to stretch you out. The initial ache subsides into an indescribable pleasure; it’s the feeling of being full of anything mixing with the sensitivity of tongue against clit that has you practically on the verge of release. 

Jaehyun isn’t going to give it to you that easily. The moment your moans grow bolder, your legs begin to shake, your hand putting a little more pressure on his head, he pulls away and gets up. A desperate sigh crushes your chest as the build up leads to dissatisfaction. Jaehyun wipes his chin with the back of his hand, his two fingers glistening before being shoved into your own mouth. 

“That’s my good girl, give yourself a taste.” His hot words cause you to flood a bit more, the feeling of wetness pooling at your core. However, you two toy each other with no end as he is provoked by the way your tongue sensually swirls around his digits and how your hips keep squirming closer to the edge. “How badly do you want to get fucked?”

His firm hand holds your moving hips into the bed and you’re aching to be filled with his dick. He’s so hard that it slaps against his abdomen, red tip and spewing precum. Nonetheless, his self restraint is quite strong as he notices the defeat in your expression. Enough teasing, your body wants him endlessly. 

“Jaehyun, I want you to give me all that you got.” At the end of your request, he enters you slowly with a breathy moan. The stretch is much more than his two fingers, causing you to squirm and wiggle. Inch by inch, Jaehyun fills you to your brim and pauses for you to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck, it’s been awhile since we’ve slept together. I almost forgot how tight you are.” How could this man possibly smile with so much innocence while saying such foul things? The next action causes you to go a bit dizzy as he spits down at your clit and rubs it lovingly with his thumb. You practically see stars on your mundane ceiling. 

He starts moving his hips, deep long thrusts pulling out to only sharply fill you up again. Jaehyun is relentless as every thrust forward has you moving more and more up the bed. Your legs are pressed against your chest, folding you over to hit your sweet spot. When his tip grazes upon the greatest feeling ever, your grip on the sheets grows tighter and he’s smirking at how your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy and shock.

“You’re so good at taking my cock.” He pants, moving faster than before. “My baby hasn’t been fucked properly in a while, has she?”

You’re at a loss for words at every drag and push. Regardless of you wanting to speak, no words seem to make its way out. Jaehyun narrows his eyes at you, dark grin and a menacing taunt in his low voice. A chuckle begins his sentence, “I know… it’s hard to talk when you feel so good right, buttercup? I can feel you getting more excited down there.”

Placing your legs around his waist, he leans down over you. His sneaky hand travels up your torso, giving your boobs a light squeeze through your shirt. Then, he wraps his hand around your neck gently and carefully, only applying enough pressure to drive you wild. 

He breaks his rhythm, reverting back to the previous slow pace. Something about the way you feel around him, hot and tight, needy and wet. Jaehyun just loves how your body reacts.

The feeling of soreness occupies your lower half and you’re more than certain it’s going to be rough tomorrow morning. Every thrust is agonizing, yet powerful enough to be felt in your guts. Jaehyun never fails to leave an impression.

Through your moans, you manage to stutter out his name. “Please, harder.” Jaehyun picks you up, hands supporting your butt and pressing your back against your door. Placing your legs down, you’re standing up right facing him with a confused expression at the change of location.

For a brief moment, his lustful glare is warm and friendly. It’s the same look that greets you in the car when he drives you two to campus. It’s the one he often looks at you with across the dinner table, usually accompanied with his robust laughter. Jaehyun looks at you as if he’s only ever seen you.

However, his next words are far from romantic and his hand finds its way to your throat, pinning you up against the cold door. “I want them to hear how good I fuck you.” Them. The rest of your housemates. Knowing that the house is far from soundproof, Jaehyun wants everyone to know how enthusiastic he makes you feel. 

“But--” As you begin to protest, he drives his hips up and nestles into you. His free hand grips your waist steadily as he barely pulls out, fucking you deeper until you feel him at the pit of your stomach. There is no ability to hold back your pleasure, moans just naturally fill the room and bounce off every wall.

“Cum for me, I know you’re close.” Jaehyun has no intentions to stop, the feeling of both releases being at the tip of your tongues. “Be the good girl that you are and cum for me.”

The small bubble inside of you is ready to burst. Jaehyun sucks on his fingers to coat them with saliva and reaches down to stroke at your clit. Like a switch, your internal light bulb explodes and every spark of electricity fuels your every vein. 

Your orgasm electrifies you, causing every limb to shake uncontrollably and sporadically. Jaehyun keeps thrusting up, helping you ride out the intensity of your high. 

“There you go, baby.” A small kiss on your shoulder, he pulls out and the emptiness is felt immediately. Getting on your knees, you take his cock in your mouth to help him finish. He rests his fists on the door, hovering over you as his abs flex beautifully under the fluorescent light. Hollowing out your cheeks, your throat invites him deeper and this causes him to mindlessly thrust into your mouth. 

Jaehyun sounds breathy above you, whining about how close he is to cumming. Silence in the room has been replaced with his heavy pants and soft groans, the sound of suckling and slick saliva droning out anything else.

“Fuck, y/n.” He says, as he holds your cheek in his palm and maintains eye contact with you through his brown locks. The view of his dick being swallowed up in your mouth is more than enough to drive him to his edge, strings of cum coating the back of your throat from his release. The saltiness immediately hits your palette.

Jaehyun tosses his head back until the satisfaction dissipates. Slowly pulling himself out, he moves quickly to find you a tissue. For a moment, neither one of you speak as he silently dresses himself and you wipe the remaining spit off of your lips.

He helps you up from the floor, lightly dusting off your bare knees for you. And he says something to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, “are you kicking me out like you do with the rest of your hookups?” Jaehyun laughs, wide smile and dimples deep in his soft cheeks. The glow in his skin radiates in the dimness, he’s a sight that’s too difficult to look away from.

“Did you want to stay?” Tossing on a pair of fresh underwear and pajama shorts, you have a vague memory of Jaehyun holding you after your first fuck together. 

Though Jaehyun is your friend before anything else, he responds like every other hookup unsure about the next steps. He shrugs, turning around and tapping his back for you to hop on. “I’ll take you to the bathroom to wash up.” 

Jumping on his back and wrapping your arms around his neck, he carries you down the hall to the shared bathroom. “You didn’t exactly answer my question.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, knowing how embarrassed you are going to be the next morning when facing the rest of your housemates.

“I know you’re just going to come into my room anyways, right?” He sets you down and the door to the bathroom swings open to reveal an equally surprised Haechan. 

“Shit, you two scared me.” The dramatic boy rests a hand on his chest to calm his startled heart. “You might want to air out the bathroom before doing anything in there.” Jaehyun and Haechan share a laugh as you groan, irritated by the putrid fumes that cursed the poorly ventilated bathroom.

“You’re so gross.” You say, punching Haechan jokingly on the arm.

“Says you.” Haechan pauses to poke at Jaehyun’s bare chest, “and you. We are never playing Truth or Dare ever again.” 

“Don’t hate the players, hate the game bro.” Jaehyun snickers.

Haechan pays no more attention to the two of you, back turned and hurrying into his dark room. “I do hate the game now!” He yells in a whisper, shutting his door to end the conversation. You sigh out of relief that Haechan didn’t press for more details or jokes.

Housemates, you never know what adventures you’d run into with them. Nonetheless, you don’t mind and getting to see a shirtless Jaehyun parade around the house is always a treat.

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the misadventures list; 3 (m)

➜ the night shift can be very wild at times. you’ve witnessed so many strange, concerning and absurd situations happen inside the tiny convenience store that you could make a long list with everything that got you stunned - and the situation that takes the prize of being the weirdest of your list is the night a desperate millionaire, for the sake of saving his fortune, asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend.

pairing: playboy!jimin x (f) reader

genre: smut, comedy (?), fluff • fake dating au

warnings: explicit sexual content in future chapters. shitty toxic parents. non-explicit mentions of bullying. coarse language. me trying to be funny i guess

rating: 18+

word count: 13k

A/N: things will officially start after this chapter!! i'm so excited!!! if you like it please don't forget to rb & leave some feedback <3

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➜  Chapters: check out masterlist in bio!

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“Wait, repeat that again?” Soojin asks. Although the lightning in her room is shit - and your internet is always so freaking unstable all the time -, you can still see very well as she frowns, sending you a skeptic glare through the screen.

“I need you to check on Tobey while I’m gone.” You say once again, not embarrassed of how stupid it might sound. “Look, he has an automatic feeder and cleaner, but that bitch is so petty that he might die if he notices I’m gone.”

Tobey just stares at you from under his tiny castle in his pristine new aquarium, as usual.

Sure - you didn’t buy it yourself. It was Jimin. But you’re not telling Soojin that he knocked on your door yesterday holding a bigger, better aquarium that had an automatic cleaner, an automatic feeder, a better filter and a freaking tiny castle inside of it.

The fact that he cared about your fucking fish made your heart miss a beat?

No.

Of course not.

Right?

“You do realize that you’re talking about a fish as if it’s a person, right?” Soojin quirks her eyebrow.

“He has an attitude problem. I’m telling you.”

“Gosh. You definitely need to go out more often.”

“Well, I am.” to Hawaii of all places, but I'm not telling this detail. "And don't act like I never go out."

"Stop lying to yourself." If Soojin narrows her eyes even more, she'll end up closing them. "You didn't go out for the past two months. You've been just working and working and studying. If I didn't have your number, I'd think you're dead because your Instagram is inactive."

"And what's the problem?"

"The problem is that you're still mourning over your relationship."

"I'm not!"

“Y/N, I know you since you were a baby. You can’t lie to me.”

You roll your eyes. Soojin always uses the “I know you since you were a baby” card. You don’t have any siblings, but you have the impression that this is pretty much what having an older sister would feel like. Well, Soojin is your “almost sister”. That’s basically what cousins are, right?

“Soojin, I’m serious. I don’t think about that fucker. It’s just that things are tough these days, okay? I’ve been working like crazy, I really didn’t have time to enjoy myself at all.”

Soojin isn’t exactly wrong. You did mourn your relationship for a while. If it was just a simple break up you’d be fine - those ten months with Yeojun were intense in every sense of the word, both good and bad, the last few months more bad than good - and you knew you’d need some time away from him at some point to figure out if it was still worth it to try and patch this relationship up. When Yeonjun said he needed space, although it shook you up at the moment, you thought it was a good decision for you both.

Then, he showed up dating Sarah.

This fucked you up.

They showed up together so quickly after the break up that it’s obvious that they’ve been interested in each other while you dated. You started wondering when did they start seeing each other, how it happened, where it happened- then you remembered how Yeonjun kept saying that you never paid enough attention to him, that he wasn’t even sure if you liked him, and your brain started to whisper maybe you’re the reason he cheated on you, maybe it’s your fault-

It all went away as quickly as it came, of course. It was his fault all along. It was also scary how many times you planned to murder Sarah. Yet, deep down, there was a little wise voice that told you it just wasn't worth it to keep thinking about them.

So you buried yourself in studying more than ever.

If you said this whole situation didn't affect your self-esteem, you would be lying. Soojin was right about you not updating your social media (you barely open the front camera these days) and yeah, you haven't been taking care of yourself that much (hence the split ends of your hair). The first time you actually put some nice clothes on and makeup was because of… well… Jimin.

You know that you shouldn't get all dressed up wanting people's approval, but it felt nice to see Jimin's look of approval. Just feeling wanted again in general felt nice. Not that some guys didn't hit on you for the past two months, but none of them made you feel the way Jimin makes you feel.

Maybe because none of them are that attractive. And maybe because none of them have those pouty pretty lips or that adorably awkward behavior-

Bitch, stop. Stop right now.

"Anyway, are you coming to see Tobey or not? You don't have to stay that long or anything, just… check if he's alive and leave."

Soojin rolls her eyes. "Alright."

You smile, getting up from bed. "Thank you so much!"

"You owe me one." She says.

"Sure. I need to hang up now-"

"Y/N, wait."

Your thumb hovers over the hang up button.

Just by Soojin's hesitant look, you already know what's coming.

She passes her hand over her bangs the way she always does when she's nervous and avoids your gaze for a while.

"Look… hm… I know how you feel about this all. I wasn't even going to tell you, but…" Soojin sighs and finally makes eye contact again. "Your parents. They want to know where you live."

The smile on your face falters.

Slowly, you sit on the edge of the bed again.

"How do you know?" you ask in a dry tone. Soojin shivers at your expression.

"Your mother asked my mother."

You snort, rolling your eyes. "So they're talking now?"

"Yeah. Apparently." Soojin sighs. "Y/N… I know how fucked up this whole situation is, but maybe you could-"

"If you tell them where I live, I'm never talking to you ever again."

Soojin goes quiet.

"You're too damn hard headed."

"Yeah. Wanna know who taught me that?"

"Okay, Y/N. Of course I wouldn't tell your parents without your consent." She shakes her head slowly, eyebrows knitted. "But just… think about this, okay? This pride won't take any of you anywhere. Besides, they're getting old, Y/N."

"Since when you're on their side?" You already feel anger slowly bubbling up inside of you.

"Goddamnit, I'm on nobody's side, Y/N. I just see things from a different perspective now that I'm a mother. It hurts just to think of Minhyun being away from me for too long."

God, you know she's got nothing to do with it, but you can't help but stare at her like that. "You know what you have to do to not have Minhyun away from you? Be the exact opposite of my parents."

Soojin exhales heavily and rolls her eyes.

"Whatever, Y/N. Wasn’t expecting to make you change your mind anyway. Just thought you should know.”

It's your time to sigh, feeling your shoulders shrink with guilt. "I'm sorry, Soojin."

"It's alright."

"...are you still seeing Tobey?"

"Yes, Y/N." You smile once again. “I really owe you one.”

“You sure do. Enjoy your trip, wherever you’re going.”

“I will. I promise I’ll bring Minhyun a gift!”

“What about me? I’ll be the one babysitting your ugly fish.” She quirks one eyebrow up.

“Minhyun is cute. You’re not.”

She, in a very I’m-a-mature-mother way, sticks her tongue out at you. “Bitch.”

“Bitch.” You say back, giggling. “Bye.”

Finally, you hang up the video call and drop your phone flat over the bed.

Your shoulders shrink once again.

Fuck.

Just thinking about this brings your mood down.

Yet, you look at the three suitcases you carefully prepared the night before, resting just beside your feet.

You cross your arms.

“All things considered, I’m going to fucking Hawaii. I’m going to have fun. Regardless of the possibly awful people there. Did you hear it? I’m going to have fun!”

Tobey just stares at you in silence.

“What? You don’t believe me?” You huff. “You’re not very supportive of me, did you know that?”

Tobey, once again, just stares at you in silence.

“Anyways. You have a bigger home now. You should have fun while I’m gone. I bet you won’t even miss me.” You stand up to look at the fish closely. The aquarium even has led lights that turn on automatically as the night approaches. It almost completely occupies your desk, which means you’ll have to install another shelf to place it, but now it’ll have to stay here. “Just don’t die, okay? I know you don’t even like me that much, but I’ll be kinda sad if you die.”

Tobey turns around and enters his palace once again.

“Ungrateful bitch.”

Your scowl kind of deepens when you hear your phone ringing with a new notification… and your stomach twirls before you even take it from the bed once again.

jimin: good morning pretty!!!

jimin: i’m outside!!

Oh God.

You have to sigh before opening the door.

There he is, greeting you with his biggest smile.

And you’re shocked.

“Today’s the great day!” He says excitedly before, without an ounce of awkwardness or hesitation, pulling you by the waist and placing a kiss on your cheek once again. Yes, he just decided to greet you like this from now on. It doesn't bother you, though. It's pretty much the opposite.

“You dyed your hair,” it’s the first thing you say.

Jimin runs his fingers through his now blonde locks. To be fair, it’s not completely blond; it’s almost grey, a blonde-ash tone, yet much far from the previous silver color he had before.

“I was tired of silver already,” he explains. “Besides, I don’t think that silver would match the occasion anyway. Blonde gives me more summer vibes. Did you like it?”

Of course you liked it. You have a feeling that Jimin would look good in any hair color (if he managed to look good in silver, anything else won’t be a challenge). But you don’t want to caress his ego that much, so you just shrug and say: “Not bad.”

He tilts his head. You also take this moment to properly analyze his outfit. Nothing special, really - he even oriented you to wear comfy clothes, since you'll be caged inside of a plane for hours -, but the "Balenciaga" written over his black hoodie is still very obvious.

"Did you sleep well?"

"No." you admit. Jimin giggles. Oh, that giggle.

"It's alright, you'll have plenty of time to sleep on the plane. Anyway, are you ready?"

You look around your apartment once again. All the outlets unplugged… windows safely locked… Tobey's feeder properly programed and stocked (because yes, you checked that over a billion times).

"Yeah, I think I'm ready."

Jimin nods and takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"Then let's go, pretty. I'm so excited!"

You can't help but mirror his smile this time.

"Me too!"

You shouldn't get surprised at Jimin's rich life at this point, but he still manages to surprise you anyway as he stares at you apologetically.

"Usually, I would definitely choose our private jet, but my parents are using it… and I don't want to cross their way until we get there." He keeps excusing himself. "I would even book a private jet, but this was all too sudden, so-"

"Jimin, are you apologizing?"

He stops, eyes widened and round. "Yeah…?"

You look around the first-class area of the plane, absolutely astonished by, well… everything. It's kind of stupid that you think of the place as "futuristic-looking" when planes in general are a pretty old thing. Differently from the economic class seats (that, in your opinion, looked very comfy anyway), the first-class seats are pretty much private cubicles, the seats stretching as far as a comfortable bed if you want to. The space is colored in white and a soft beige. There's a whole bunch of buttons beside the seat that you're honestly scared to accidently press.

Your eyes land on him once again.

"Do you think I care if we're in a private jet or not? I've never even been in any plane ever before. Period."

Jimin blinks, looking confused and surprised as he settles on his seat right by your side. "Oh."

"You don't need to go far to impress me. I'm a broke bitch, remember? Not one of your supermodel dates or whatever."

He blinks again. "Oh." he repeats. "Okay." Jimin opens a tiny, content smile.

"What? Is it, like, a big deal to rich people? Not booking a private jet, I mean." You ask, quirking your eyebrow. Jimin tilts his head.

"It's, hm… the equivalent of taking your date out on a bus."

You snort, crossing your arms uncomfortably. "That's stupid. Me and Yeonjun always waited for each other in subway stations for our dates."

Immediate regret hits you as soon as this sentence leaves your mouth.

Jimin narrows his eyes in mischief as he crosses his arms, slightly leaning closer to you.

"So Yeonjun's the name."

"Oh, no. Don't even get started." You vehemently wave your hands in denial, but it's already too late. He'll bother you with this information forever.

"You know, I should be offended."

"Why?"

"You're here with me, we're about to go on a nice trip, yet you're thinking about Yeonjun."

"I'm not-" you gasp, leaning away from him slightly. Although you see the ghost of a smile and the glint of playfulness in his eyes, you have the feeling that maybe, deep down, he is a little bit offended. "I wasn't thinking about him! I was just saying that it's 100% normal to go on dates using public transport!"

"Oh, really?" He quirks his perfect eyebrow up, clearly not buying it. You desperately feel the urge to change topics. You won't talk or think about Yeonjun. Not now and not with him. "Have you ever been on public transport, by the way?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Because many of my classmates didn't."

Jimin hesitates, still eyeing you suspiciously, but - thank God - he decides to go along. "Well… no. I always wanted to as a teen, though, but my parents were worried that I'd be kidnapped. So I never had the chance to. Besides, cars are faster." he shrugs.

If you hadn't studied at that private school, you would've thought it was just rich people bullshit as usual, but you know it isn't. Kidnapping was an actual threat to the richer students - kids are a much easier target. Security at that school was as strict as in a bank.

You tilt your head at him, which causes Jimin to eye you with confusion. "What?"

"I'm taking you on a subway trip as soon as we come back."

The way his eyes close in thin crescents as he laughs shouldn't make your heart skip a beat, but goddamn, it does. "What is it, all of sudden?!"

"It's payback. You take me on a trip to Hawaii, I take you on a trip to the subway, which is what I can afford."

He's still laughing as he rests his cheek on his palm. Jesus, he's looking at you like that again. "Okay, then. I'm looking forward to it. Also, very bold of you to ask me out on a date like that."

You almost gasp.

That was just a funny idea you had, but only now you realize that it indeed sounded like you were asking him out.

Weren't you, though?

"Bold of you to assume I was asking you out, gentleman. Take it as an educational trip where I'll teach you how peasants get to places." Jimin just silently watches you with that resting smile on his lips and, yet again, you feel that heat creep the back of your neck. "Did you know it's considered rude to stare at people like this?"

"I'm sorry, I can't help it. You're just endearing."

It's your turn to go silent for a while.

And he had the audacity to call you bold.

How can Jimin say this type of thing so casually? At the same time he's smooth, it feels that you're being hit by a brick on the head every time he says things like that. So straightforward. Your brain algorithm can't take it. It's programmed - and used - to men at least trying to be subtle and "mysterious" on how they feel about you… that is, until you break their pride and have them begging for a little bit of your attention. Just because it's fun.

"You keep saying weird things." You side eye him in a judging manner. Jimin shrugs.

"It's one of my many charms, I guess." he blinks prettily. "I bet Yeonjun doesn't have as many charms as me."

"If you say his name again, I'll slap you."

Jimin just giggles devilishly in response.

Your attention goes to the polite flight attendant for a while as she does the usual flight instructions. After you buckle up, the smooth voice of the pilot floats in the air through the speakers.

"We're about to take off," Jimin announces - as if the pilot himself hadn't said that already. For some reason, he looks all bouncy and excited. "Are you scared?"

Your eyes narrow. Sure, some nervousness creeps your skin and bubbles in your stomach, but you're not scared. "Not really."

His shoulders shrink and he immediately pouts like a puppy whose owner just refused to give it cookies.

"Why do you look so disappointed?"

"I was playing this little fantasy in my head that you'd be scared to fly and you'd grab my hand for comfort." He puts his open palm over the space between your seats (for reference: said space is almost one arm long) and sends you an expectant, suggestive look.

You can't help but fully laugh, shaking your head slightly in disbelief. "So you're making romantic little scenarios about me in your head?"

"It's what people do in movies. It always seemed so cute." Again, that whiny voice of his. If any other man on this planet tried speaking in that voice and pouted like that, you'd straight up want to punch them in the face. But since it's Jimin… well…

He's built different.

"Will you feel better if I hold your hand?" It's embarrassing how he makes you give in so easily. Jimin just blinks prettily once more in response, nodding.

So, rolling your eyes - and with a smile still plastered over your face -, you reach for his waiting hand. Jimin grins, satisfied.

Finally, the plane takes off.

The smile on his face doesn't fade away as he watches you look through the window, absolutely astonished by the view of the city slowly becoming smaller and smaller, the sky getting closer and closer. You were planning to not look so excited about this - like it's not a big deal, as if you've been in thousands of flights before; not to impress Jimin, but because you knew the type of people that would be around you and you didn't want to look like a fool - but damn, this is too amazing to not get astonished at.

Jimin silently wishes he could take a picture of you right now.

"Are you enjoying it, pretty?"

For some reason, you feel a little warm on the inside hearing him call you "pretty" this time - even though you're getting quite used to it. Maybe because his voice is quieter than usual.

You turn back to him, nodding. "It's so beautiful!"

Jimin's smile widens a little bit. It's the first time he sees you acting in somehow of a "child-like" way - with full rounded eyes and a sparkle to them he had never seen before. It even makes him forget for a bit that he hates flying. Not because he's scared of heights, but because he hates to be forced into a place for hours straight.

This one particular flight might be more entertaining than all the others, though.

"It is," he agrees. Yet, you notice that he hasn't looked at the window not even once.

You try to pretend that this thing you're feeling in your stomach is due to being in your first flight, not because he's looking at you that way.

Gosh.

This is going to be a long trip.

As if you already didn’t have enough reasons to think Jimin is adorable, you find out he cries very easily watching movies. There was this new Netflix release you wanted to watch really bad but didn’t have enough time to yet - a drama about a soldier during World War II. The amount of good reviews about it made you even more excited to watch it. You didn't expect Jimin would want to watch a movie with you, but he said you needed to "have a lot of activities together to increase your intimacy" (funny how he made it sound so serious).

Around 40 minutes into the movie, he was already crying.

The sadness of the heart-wrenching drama went away as you saw his eyes unceremoniously flow with tears. He looked sheepish as you tried to fight back your giggles, wiping the tears away with the sleeve of his hoodie - but he kept crying anyway until the final credits.

It shouldn't have affected you the way it did. What's the issue with men crying because of sad movies? Why did your heart swoon at the sight of the blush on his nose and his puffy face? Why did you think the way he didn't even try to act all tough around you (like most guys usually do) made you want to literally hug him like a baby?

Shit.

You're way too attached to this man already.

This is getting dangerous. Feeling attracted to him is one thing; feeling that you want to protect him at all costs is another thing - and you shouldn't be feeling this way for someone you don't even know that well. This is just business. He paid for you to be here and you must do your part well.

And the nervousness of the whole situation just hits harder as the plane finally lands.

You're actually in Hawaii.

As you feel your nerves getting dull, Jimin looks relieved and excited to finally leave the plane; his face isn’t puffy anymore.

“You ready, pretty?”

His eyes are sparkling a little bit as he looks at you.

You inhale Hawaii’s fresh air for the first time, trying to get a boost of confidence. Jimin brought you here to help him get free of an arranged marriage that might ruin his life. He trusts you. You can’t let him down.

So, nodding, you intertwine your fingers with his. Jimin looks down at your hands between your bodies, a little bit surprised since you never really initiated any physical contact up until now.

“Ready.” You reassure him with such conviction that anyone would trust you. “I’m your girlfriend for the next three days and I won’t let any bitch try to steal you away from me.”

Jimin laughs. His eyes almost completely close. Damn.

“Alright, girlfriend. Let’s go.”

As weird as it might be, as you walk down the airport with your hand clasped with his, you truly feel comfortable as if he is indeed your boyfriend - and you feel proud to be holding his hand like that, to see women and men turn their heads as you walk by and to think yes, bitch, this man is mine.

Method acting at its peak - and you weren’t even a member of the theater club at high school.

Suddenly, Jimin lowers his mouth closer to your ear, not stopping his pace. “Do you see that group of men in suits?”

It’s impossible not to see them as they stand out among everybody else - five tall men wearing black suits and looking unfriendly. It kind of reminds you of the movie Men in Black (really, brain? Couldn’t you be more obvious?). You nod.

“The one in the middle, Mr. Zhou, is my family’s chief butler.” Chief butler? Are there more? Why the hell would anyone need more than one butler - wait, why would anyone need any butler anyway?! “He’s my parents’ eyes and ears. We have to be very careful around him.”

You analyze the man from afar; he must be nearing his sixties (as if it didn’t seem weird enough that anyone would have a butler in real life, said butler is an elder. Isn’t it against the law or something? A man this age should already be retired, right?). His grizzly hair neatly styled, suit ironed to perfection, a blank expression on his face.

And when he finally finds you two among the crowd, his eyes set on you with the ferocity of a hunting eagle.

The five men bow politely as you stop in front of them. You promptly bow and Jimin bow as well (it doesn’t matter if he’s an employee or not, you’re not rude enough to not bow at an elder. Also, cute that Jimin bowed too. One more indicative that he’s not an arrogant and impolite rich brat).

“Good morning, Master Jimin. Did you have a good flight?” Mr. Zhou says. His voice somehow sounds like ice. You can’t really explain how. Jimin smiles sheepishly.

“Please, Mr. Zhou, don’t call me master. I’ve asked you a thousand times before. I feel awkward,” he says. Mr. Zhou smiles back, although it looks very plastic.

“I apologize. I’m just too used to it, I guess.” he says. His eyes land on you once again. You feel that he’s literally a robot scanning every inch of your face and body. “I believe I was not informed of this lovely lady’s presence.”

Jimin holds your hand tighter. You bow once again, politely greeting the older man with your name.

“I apologize for not informing about her presence earlier. I just thought there was no better time to present my girlfriend to my parents, isn’t it?”

You see it.

Mr. Zhou is so subtle that the oblivious eyes wouldn’t quite get it, but you freaking see the pure shock crossing his expression for a brief second. He recovers just as quickly, his face looking even more plastic.

“You are right. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Lady Y/N.” Lady Y/N? Wow. “Well, we should take you two to the villa. I guess you’ll want to get prepared for the reception dinner later today.”

The other four men quickly grab your luggage and you walk out of the airport where a silver Mercedes Maybach waits for you both (you still don’t know about car names - you just briefly read it on the car’s back). You are aware that Mercedes are usually very expensive cars, yet seeing the insides of the car makes you wonder how much money you’re sitting atop.

Don’t look so astonished, you remind yourself over and over again. Obviously, as Jimin made very clear, there’s no way you can hide your true background to his family (apparently everyone knows everyone in “high society”. They’d know you’d be pretending right away). Still, you don’t want to look boisterous in a way that would embarrass Jimin or yourself. Besides, you’re aware of Mr. Zhou’s hawk eyes on you throughout the entire ride to the resort. You can’t let him think you’re a prostitute or anything else his evil mind might be thinking.

“We can tour around the Big Island later if you want,” Jimin says quietly, once again coming closer to your ear so the driver and Mr. Zhou on the front seat wouldn’t hear you. He sounds content. “I know some really good night clubs.”

Because of course Jimin knows Hawaii well. You lean closer to him, whispering in his ear: “Will your family let us?”

Jimin shrugs, smirking. “I don’t really care.”

This makes you open a smile as well.

The rest of the ride to the resort is silent; you just watch the hawaiian city through the window as Jimin checks his phone from time to time. You’re more silent than usual due to Mr. Zhou’s presence, yet the silence doesn’t feel awkward at all. Jimin still holds your hand absently. Sometimes, he caresses it with his thumb. That’s good, you think. Anything that will give us couple vibes.

You keep your hands clasped as, finally, you get to the resort. Once again, you remind yourself to not get jaw-dropped at the astonishing, luxurious main hall of the 5 stars resort; it is built on white marble, beautifully decorated with flowers all over the place; a huge golden chandelier hangs from the high domed ceiling. As soon as you walk in, smiley attendants put flower necklaces around your necks called lei (watching the two attendants makes you admire them a lot. Being forced to look happy as an attendant is awful. They’re really pros at what they do). Instead of walking to the check-in area, as you supposed you’d have to, the butlers (this sounds so fucking surreal!) do it for you, providing the key card to your room.

Except - it’s not exactly a room.

You don’t go to the elevators, as you first expected; instead, you’re guided to the outside part of the building where a golf car waits patiently.

“Let’s go, pretty!” Jimin says excitedly, noticing your confusion. “My family booked the entire west section of the resort. We won’t have to stay at the main building. Much more privacy.” The words leaving his mouth sound surreal, just as pretty much everything else happening in your life right now.

My family booked the entire west section.

You googled this resort before the trip.

The economic rooms (let me repeat that: the fucking economic rooms) cost an average of $3000 per night. You didn’t even care to see how much the most expensive suites would cost. And his family… they simply booked an entire section of the resort, just to accomodate all of their guests.

Your damn accountant brain tries to calculate just how much they’re spending this weekend. The calculator inside of your brain overheats and explodes.

You very carefully hide your complete shock, aware of the hawk eyes on you (you already hate Mr. Zhou. Is it bad to hate an elder?), and just decide to follow Jimin quietly towards the golf car. As it travels down gorgeous streets surrounded by palm trees on both sides, you peek at a huge golf camp in the distance; more than one square with huge water fountains decorating them; another building that seems to be a mall; and finally, the endless ocean just ahead.

After a few more minutes, you notice that the street becomes narrower and the palm trees become more frequent, enclosing the path. Finally, the car stops at the end of the street, in front of your room.

As expected, it’s not exactly a room. It’s a private bungalow.

It’s getting hard to pretend you’re not amazed at this point.

Jimin opens the door for you and watches intently as you look around the place for the first time. It’s huge. This is bigger than some houses. The floor and furniture are all made of dark wood (fuck car names and fuck wood type names!); the place has wide entrances all over, the sliding doors made of glass all turned to the private pool and the gorgeous sight of the ocean just ahead. Natural lightning is abundant. The walls have soft shades of sand-yellow and green, decorated with paintings and sculptures. Right in front of you there’s the living room equipped with a 70” inches television and the most comfortable couches you’ve ever seen in your life. Walking to your left, you open the sliding door (thankfully, this one isn’t made of glass) and enter the bedroom; you almost feel tempted to jump over the king-sized bed like people do in movies, but you tame your inner child and walk to the bathroom instead. It’s all marble, wood and golden decoration, probably bigger than your entire apartment. The bathtub can fit two people comfortably.

Oh my God.

Are you amazed? Are you scared? Do you want to throw up? You don’t know anymore at this point.

“What’s so interesting in this bathroom?”

You turn around, being brought back to reality by Jimin’s voice. He’s leaning on the bedroom’s door, all relaxed and carefree, his arms crossed. He has that tiny smirk on his lips you’re growing used to.

“It’s, hm… it’s big.” It’s all you can stupidly stutter. His smile widens.

“It’s alright now, pretty. I dismissed the butlers already.”

You feel as if an invisible weight has lifted from your shoulders. “Thank God. That Mr. Zhou was staring at me all the time! I was getting uncomfortable!”

“Yeah. Tobey’s not the only one with this little problem.” He tilts his head. “Did you like the room?”

You look around once more, nodding. “What can I say? It’s amazing.”

“You look a bit uncomfortable, though.”

Damn. So observant. “I guess I’m just not used to it.”

“Oh.” His eyebrows lift slightly. “I thought you were uncomfortable because of the bed.”

You frown. “What’s wrong with the bed?” It looks like the coziest bed you’ve ever seen. Why would you be uncomfortable about it?

“Well…” for the first time, you see a hint of sheepishness cross Jimin’s face. “It’s one bed.”

You blink.

Oh.

Ooooh.

It’s one bed.

Immediately, you feel heat spreading from your neck to your face, and this time it has nothing to do with the summer heat. Oh my God. This is the “one bed for two” situation. It’s happening. It’s happening. It’s happening.

It’s not as if you didn’t think of the possibility of getting laid during this trip - as wrong as it is, there’s nothing wrong with thinking about it, right? -, especially after what happened at your apartment. It was so hard to hold yourself back, so hard to kick him out… because you didn’t really want to kick him out. Why would you want to kick an awfully handsome, awfully adorable, awfully nice man out of your apartment when he was showing obvious signs of being into the idea too?

You thought… maybe this will escalate. Maybe the hawaiian atmosphere will make things happen between us.

But now it’s actually happening, he’s standing there awkwardly, you both stare at the one bed in silence and all the alarms in your head are ringing wildly. What happened to the strong woman that makes men beg for her attention? Didn’t she come to Hawaii with you?!

Wait- why are you thinking about sex? Jimin just mentioned that there’s one bed. He thinks he’s making you uncomfortable, that’s all. Stop being so horny!

You rest your back on the wall, still staring at the bed. “I already expected there would be only one bed. Real couples sleep on the same bed.”

“Yeah.” Jimin agrees, nodding.

“It’d be suspicious if we went to a room with separate beds.”

“Yeah.”

Silence.

Embarrassment the weight of an elephant settles on your shoulders.

“The couch looks comfortable enough, though. I’m sure it’ll be just as comfortable to sleep there-”

“Wait- don’t bother, Y/N, I can take the couch.” Jimin immediately says, shaking his hands.

“Of course not! You’re already doing too much, Jimin. You should take the bed, I’ll take the couch. Really, it does look very comfortable.” you try to reassure him.

“Nope. What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you sleep on a couch?” He quirks one eyebrow up. You cross your arms.

“Do I look like the type of person that cares about it? You saw the place I live. That couch will be just like heaven to me.” Jimin rolls his eyes, starting to get annoyed.

“Come on, I’m trying to be polite, Y/N!”

“I am, too!”

You angrily stare at each other from across the room.

“Let’s decide it with rock, paper, scissors, then.” Jimin says defiantly. “The loser takes the bed.”

“Alright.” You nod just as defiant as him.

You step closer to each other.

Rock, paper, scissors.

You - scissors.

Him - rock.

You groan in defeat as Jimin fists the air in victory. “That’s it! I take the couch!”

“That’s not fair.” You whine under your breath. Funny how you should be happy to be able to take the bed, yet the thought that you lost makes a grumpy feeling invade you.

Jimin smirks, his eyes glinting with something dark and playful that makes your insides twirl.

“If you’re so upset that I’ll be sleeping on the couch, I could sleep with you anyways, pretty. All you gotta do is ask.”

Shit.

Stay calm. Stay calm.

You roll your eyes and punch his arm. Jimin laughs loudly, caressing the place you punched. “Fuck off, Don Juan. The reception dinner is in a few hours, right? Hurry up, we gotta get ready!”

“Sure, ma’am!” he wiggles his eyebrows playfully, walking out of the bedroom.

You take this brief second of loneliness to remember how to breathe again.

This is sure going to be a long long long long trip.

Everyone likes to feel pretty.

Taking a nice shower, doing your hair, wearing that outfit that makes you look cute, looking pretty on that mirror selfie - it’s a great feeling. Although your life has always been busy and sometimes you didn’t really have time to take care of yourself, you do your best to look at least presentable at any given opportunity (previous Yeonjun period). Is it good self-esteem? Is it a trauma? Is it the constant need for approval? You honestly don’t know - and therapy is too expensive to try and find out why.

What you know at the moment is that, goddamn, you look hot in a way you’ve never been before.

You check yourself out in front of the mirror once again. Everything about your look satisfies you: the sleeveless yellow Jacquemus dress fits your body perfectly. It’s short enough to be sexy but not enough for the old people to look all shocked. To balance the fact that it has thin straps and an open back (it would be considered “too sexy” for people like Jimin’s parents at any other event, but since you’re in a more casual situation - and it’s really fucking hot, even at night - they won’t mind it), the asymetrical neckline is quite modest. You wear ankle strap stilettos in a darker shade of the dress; a thin, subtle golden necklace, and simple earrings. The dress is almost too much on itself, so choosing simple accessories is the best way to complement it. After spending a lot of time on your makeup (you certainly didn’t spare the highlighter; they’re about to see a bitch glowing) and hairstyle, boom. You’re ready.

Sexy, but not too sexy. A little bit sassy, yet subtle. A little bit of the early 2000’s style but modern at the same time.

You smirk. It’s been so long since you felt good about yourself like this. If you could, you’d kiss yourself right now.

You’re taking your phone from over the bed to take a picture when you hear a soft knock on the door.

“Are you ready, pretty?” Jimin asks.

You can’t deny that a little bit of excitement bubbles in your stomach as you hear him calling. Jimin got dressed in the living room while you locked yourself in the bedroom; you’ve been talking all throughout, shouting things at each other and laughing. Jimin knows what you’ll be wearing since you’ve planned out your outfits, but he hasn't seen you yet.

Is it stupid that you’re looking forward to his reaction?

“Yeah,” you say. “The door is unlocked.”

Jimin walks in.

He freezes as his eyes land on you - and you feel goosebumps crawl your skin simultaneously.

He wears a cream linen shirt, the sleeves rolled back to his elbows; with two buttons from the collar opened, you can peek at his chest (and this itself almost makes you gasp). A thin white Prada belt (he must have a lot of these) tightens the pants around his hips, some shades darker than the shirt. The huge golden Rolex you mentioned earlier adorns his wrist, as well as the rings he usually wears on both hands and earrings. He has his hair pushed back, exposing his forehead and making his undercut more visible.

His outfit matches yours perfectly. He looks classy, carefree, sexy as hell… and God, you don’t know what perfume he’s using, but you feel like literally shoving your head on the crook of his neck just to sniff it.

This man isn’t making things easier for you. Especially with the way he measures you up and down, his lips slightly parted in shock, blinking as if to see better. Looking at you as if he’s astonished.

Slowly, his lips grow into a smirk. It makes your breath hitch, your heart beat faster.

“I… I don’t even know what to say.” His voice is quieter, deeper than usual. “You’re gorgeous.”

You don’t miss how he said “you’re gorgeous” instead of “you look gorgeous”. It immediately brings a smile to your lips, a smile you can’t hold back. Even more than before, he makes you feel beautiful with that single gaze. He makes you feel wanted. This boosts your confidence to new heights.

“You look incredible too, Jimin.” Incredible not to say the other dirty compliments running in the back of your mind. “We’ll be the best looking couple they’ve ever seen.”

His eyes grow playful. “I agree!”

“Hm… we should go, right? Before we get late,” you say, remembering how he said that he’s supposed to come a little bit earlier than the other guests.

“Sure. But I have to give you this before we go.” He takes a little black velvet box from his front pocket. Another goosebump crawls your spine. “It’s just a little something I bought yesterday. To make things more convincing, you know.”

It’s a fucking ring.

As he opens the little box, your eyes quickly read the “Bvlgari” written in white on the inside before focusing on the actual rings. It’s thin and delicate, made in silver and adorned with tiny little…

You have to blink twice.

Those can’t be actual diamonds, right?

But Jimin doesn’t seem like the type that would buy anything less than this.

“I thought those looked your style. Hope you like it.” They are your style. Subtle, elegant.

It takes some moments until you remember how to speak.

“I know I sound redundant at this point, but this thing looks very expensive, Jimin. More expensive than anything else. You didn’t need to.” You feel timid. Jimin rolls his eyes and groans, yet you can see he’s not actually annoyed.

“You won’t whine about prices right now, will you?”

“But-”

“Give me your finger. Come on!”

Stubborn little shit. Instead of arguing, you just give up and let him take your hand. Sure, you could have put the ring yourself, but you kind of wanted him to do it. His hand is soft and warm against yours. As stupid as it is, you feel butterflies in your stomach at the sight of Jimin carefully placing the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly.

“How did you know my ring size anyway?” You quirk your eyebrow. Jimin smiles like a little boy who knows he’s done something bad.

“I took a ring of yours from over your desk.” You gasp as he takes this other ring from his pocket. “Sorry.”

You grab it from his hand. “You little thief!”

“I’m not a thief! I gave it back!”

“Don’t pout at me, sir. It won’t make me forgive you.”

Before Jimin can defend himself once again, you take the other ring from the little box and hold his left hand, placing it on his own finger ring.

You giggle, sheepish.

“What?” Jimin asks with a puzzled expression.

“It feels like we’re actually dating.”

He smirks again. Someone tell him to stop doing this. I don’t know how much more I can take!

“Maybe you’ll want to actually be when this is all over.” he says cockily, making you roll your eyes. Jimin, once again, intertwines his fingers with yours. “It’s showtime now, pretty. You ready?”

“I’m always ready, baby.” You say in a poor imitation of his voice - which makes Jimin throw his head back in laughter.

This moment feels light-hearted. For a moment, you think things will be like this until the last day of the trip. It can't get bad, can it?

...

Yes.

It can.

Not to put you under pressure, but he'll hate you the moment he sees you.

You didn't think Jimin was that serious when he said this. "Hate" is too strong of a word. Why would anyone hate you if they don't even know you at all?

As soon as you see Mr. and Mrs. Park for the first time, though, you find out that Jimin couldn't be more accurate in his choice of words.

You could have paid attention to anything else: the beautiful, luxurious presidential villa where Jimin’s parents will spend the weekend and where the reception dinner will take place. It’s twice bigger than the suite you’re staying at, the size of a two-story house. It has the same architecture and style from your own bungalow. You could have paid attention to the white and silver decoration all throughout the place: flowers, carpets, curtains. You could even have paid attention to the jaw-dropping sight of the ocean just ahead, beautiful even at night.

But you didn’t pay attention to anything else because, the moment Mr. Park’s bone chilling gaze lands on you, it’s everything you can focus on.

Mr. Park Hyunjun and Mrs. Park Eunji. They’re standing in the middle of the main lounge, talking to some man you barely pay any attention to; they smile prettily at him, wearing the plastic smile they perfected over the years.

Jimin’s father is just as tall as his older son, Hyungsik, while Jimin’s mother is a rather short, petite woman. To be fair, they’re a good-looking middle aged couple (Jimin’s beauty must have a source, right?). You can see that Mr. Hyunjun probably used to swoon girls’ hearts in his youth years, Mrs. Eunji not that far behind him. They have that trained, almost artificial elegance that one doesn’t acquire naturally.

One of the most prestigious, richest and powerful couples of high society.

And they hate you.

They really do.

You feel it.

Their expressions go from shock to incredulity to straight up hate as they see you walking up to them, your arm draped around Jimin’s.

You’re not one to lower your head to anyone or to let people affect your confidence. As unhealthy as it is, your past experiences (traumas) made your skin get thicker, your skull duller. You became the type to fight fire with stronger fire, to build walls around yourself, to not get scared at people.

However, the way they look at you with so much contempt makes your confidence sway in a way you haven’t felt in years.

Your hand holds Jimin’s arm. He puts his own hand over yours, squeezing it softly.

Jimin trusts you.

That’s all it takes to bring you back up.

Fight fire with stronger fire.

You decide that you hate them, too.

For the first time, you notice that Jimin’s older brother, Hyungsik, is also standing near them; a beautiful woman stands by his side. Jimin informed you previously that that’s his wife, Jieun. Hyungsik doesn’t look like he immediately hates you, yet he narrows his eyes and measures you up and down in a judging way. Cold hits your stomach; did he recognize you? No… probably not.

Their eyes tell you that they despise you, but their lips say otherwise; they grow as Jimin approaches. Mrs. Park opens her arms and Jimin momentarily lets you go, smiling as well.

There are people around. A theater act must be played.

“Oh, finally, Jimin!” She says, her voice sounding like birds chirping in the morning. “I thought you would never come!”

“Hello, mom.” Jimin says - and you feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize that Jimin, too, sounds plastic and smiles plastic. Mrs. Park hugs him briefly. It almost feels too short. Both of them step away at the same time, Jimin quickly grabbing your hand once again.

“You shouldn’t get surprised, darling. Don’t you know Jimin is always late?” Mr. Park says.

They all giggle.

Something uncomfortable crawls under your skin. Like an itch.

Maybe the unknown man they were talking to didn’t notice, but you did. That tiny, almost unnoticeable spite in Mr. Park’s voice. That giggle. Oh, look how he’s a good, friendly father. Look, he jokes around with his son.

Except that wasn’t a joke. That wasn’t friendly. That was scolding. Meant to hurt. Meant to embarrass.

And, by the way Jimin grips your hand just a little tighter, you see that it’s not something new - and it’s something that affected him nevertheless.

“It’s good to see you too, father.” Jimin says, choosing to play along. His eyes can’t lie to you, though. They’re not sparkling anymore.

It’s been a minute - and you hate them even more.

“It’s also good to see you, Mr. Hwang,” Jimin greets the man who you barely paid any attention to. Mr. Hwang seems to be around the same age as Jimin’s parents, yet he has a much softer, much friendlier expression. He taps Jimin’s back amicably.

“Ah, look at you, Jimin! It seems that just yesterday you were a little boy! Guess I’m just getting old,” he says, oblivious to the heavy tension hanging in the air.

“Not that he grew up a lot anyways,” Mrs. Park says, giggling. “Hyungsik stole his father’s height all to himself!” she slaps Hyungsik’s shoulder playfully. The older brother just smiles.

Jimin tightens his hand around yours again for a second.

God.

She did it now.

It’s getting hard to breathe. You can’t even fake-giggle this time.

“But I don’t think I recognize the lovely lady standing by your side,” Mr. Hwang says, for the first time landing his eyes on you. He measures you with his eyes quickly. You bow politely.

Jimin’s smile widens. For a short moment, you see his eyes sparkling again with that same dark playfulness - defiant mischief - you’re getting used to:

“Mom, dad, Hyungsik, Mr. Hwang, this is Y/N. My girlfriend.”

It feels that everyone is holding their breaths.

It's one second that seems to stretch for hours.

“That’s great!” Mr. Hwang finally breaks the ice, smiling widely. Since he’s the only one seeming sympathetic, you decide that you don’t hate him. “It’s the first time Jimin brings a girl, right? How did you manage to tame him like that, Y/N?”

You smile at him.

“It wasn’t that hard. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” You bow politely.

“Well, this is… such a surprise,” Mrs. Park says. “But I’m so happy to meet you, Y/N. Hope you’re treating our Jimin right!”

That was painfully fake.

You want to vomit.

“She is,” Jimin says. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Everyone laughs.

You want to vomit harder.

“Well, if you’ll excuse us, we need to greet the other guests,” Mr. Park says as he drapes his wife’s arm around his. “Now that Jimin is here, we’ll serve dinner soon, so don’t worry. It’s always a pleasure to have you here, Mr. Hwang.”

They walk away.

Mr. Hwang does as well.

Hyungsik and his wife stay.

It seems that the staring problem is in the bloodline, because Hyungsik can’t stop staring at you.

“Hm… do I know you already? You look familiar,” he says in a puzzled expression.

Shit. You do your best to look confused. “Hm… I don’t think so.”

Hyungsik keeps staring at you.

It looks like he’s about to say something - he opens his mouth, closes it - but gives up.

He puts his hand over Jimin’s shoulder.

“Come here. Let’s talk.”

Jimin frowns. “What?”

“It’s quick. Come on.”

He literally drags Jimin away.

You just awkwardly stand there with Jieun.

“So… Jacquemus.” She says. From all of them, Jieun is the least aggressive-looking. It seems that she’s… just there.

“Yes.” You instinctively touch the fabric of the dress.

“It looks great on you.” Pretty dimples appear as she smiles. “I considered buying one as soon as I saw it, but I don’t think I have the confidence to wear something like this.”

You don’t feel any hidden offense or fake vibes coming from her.

“What? You’re beautiful! I’m sure it would look even better on you.” It definitely would, although you see it’s not her style.

“Thank you.” Jieun seems to spot someone behind you. “Well, I need to greet some friends of mine, if you’ll excuse me…”

“Oh. Sure. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

“My pleasure. And…” Jieun steps closer, putting her hand over your shoulder softly. “Good luck, Y/N. You’ll need it.”

She sends you a knowing look before turning away, leaving you alone.

That good luck wish seemed sincere… the sincerity of a person that has lived through hell.

This does not calm you down. Not even a little.

The place is full of people you don’t know. Soft music plays through the speakers. You stand there, uncomfortable, not knowing where the hell Jimin and Hyungsik went to. A waiter passes by holding a tray full of glasses with champagne; you take one of them, sipping a little bit. It’s delicious. Nothing like the cheap champagne you’re used to drink on New Year’s Eve-

“Y/N?”

You turn around, searching for the voice that called your name-

And your eyes widen.

The man, too, looks shocked.

“Is that really you?” He says, stepping closer.

Oh, no.

This is too big of a coincidence.

Yet, you remember what Jimin told you at the mall… “I have some friends that studied there!”

“Hello, Jungkook. It’s been a while,” you greet politely.

Jungkook smiles, and you’re thankful that your heart doesn’t race as it did when you were fifteen - although, needless to say, the guy still looks stunning, even more now as an adult. He wasn’t that buff or tall back then, didn’t have that many tattoos on his right arm. Jungkook was the typical popular handsome guy every girl had a crush on, yourself included. He wasn’t your first love or anything, yet you fantasized about walking around the school’s corridors holding his hand for a while. Probably because he wasn’t an absolute douche. He was one of the only genuinely nice guys, actually. You didn’t even interact that much back then - he was too popular to hang out with you, one of the poor kids -, but in the few times you did, he was always down to earth.

“Wow,” he breathes out. “I didn’t even recognize you at first. You look amazing.”

Yes. Caress my ego. Just like that. “Thank you. You don’t look bad yourself, Jungkook.”

He tilts his head slightly. “Never expected to meet you here! How are you doing? You kind of disappeared after school!”

Yes. It was intentional. I blocked you and everyone else on every social media, but I’m not telling you that. “Well, I…”

You feel soft fingers resting on the small of your back.

Jimin is by your side again. “I’m sorry for the wait, Y/N. Hyungsik was being a pain in the ass.” he says quietly. He then smiles, looking at Jungkook. “I see you met Jungkook?”

Jungkook frowns, pointing from you to Jimin. “Do you guys know each other?”

Jimin also blinks and frowns, looking from you to Jungkook. “Do you guys know each other?”

You nod. “Yes. Jungkook was my senior at high school.”

The blonde man widens his eyes, eyebrows shooting up. “Oh.”

He looks from you to Jungkook again.

And again.

His eyes sparkle in that way that tells you he had an idea.

He takes yours and Jungkook’s arm, pushing you to an empty corridor.

“Uh… what are you doing?” The younger one asks, as confused as you are.

“Shh. Just come here.”

As soon as you’re far enough from anyone else’s ears - Jimin keeps looking back as if he’s about to commit a crime -, he turns around and says in a quiet voice:

“I’m pretending to date Y/N this weekend.”

You gasp. “Jimin!”

“What?”

“Why the hell are you telling him?!” You put the hand that isn’t holding the glass on your waist.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. He’s one of my closest friends. He’d find out we were lying sooner or later anyway.” He sends you an apologetic look. “Besides, he can help us.”

Jungkook eyes you both as if you’ve grown second heads. “Can anyone explain what is going on?”

“My parents want to force me into marrying some heiress or whatever,” Jimin says. “I need to get rid of this.”

The younger one’s eyes widen as realization hits him. “Ow, man. That sucks. I don’t get why people still force their children into getting married.”

“Yeah, probably because you have the nicest parents.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

You don’t know Junkook’s mother, but you know his father - not that this is big news; everyone knows his father, Jeon Junghoon, a retired baseball legend. He’s probably richer now than he ever was when he still played, living off of being a sportscaster and being the face of numerous brands. All things considered, he seems to be a much chiller person than Jimin’s parents.

“How do you want me to help you out?” Jungkook asks.

“Making us seem more convincing.” Jimin explains. “You see, the only weak point in our story is that people will want to know how we met, right? But we have almost nothing in common. That’s where you walk in. We are friends, you two used to go to the same school, you introduced me to her. You’re the link between us. Boom. Perfect.”

Both of you stare at Jimin in silence.

“It kind of makes sense.” You admit.

“Yeah.” Jungkook agrees. “Okay, I’ll help you guys.”

It’s funny how Jungkook doesn’t even question this whole craziness that much. He just said okay, as if it’s usual for Jimin to ask things like this.

“I knew I could count on you!” Jimin taps his shoulder excitedly. “Okay, let’s leave before they notice we disappeared.”

You decide to walk a few steps ahead of them - but you’re still close enough to hear Jungkook saying:

“Hey, if you’re not actually dating, it means I can hit on her, right-?”

You hear Jimin punching his arm. The sound was quite loud.

Jungkook laughs.

In one second, Jimin is by your side again, his hand resting on your back. It makes heat spread through your body.

You don’t have that much time to dwell on the warm feeling, though - because Mrs. Park is walking up to you once again, and she has her arm draped around a girl’s.

Literal ice fills your stomach.

Look.

When you accepted to come to Hawaii, you didn’t think you’d meet people from your past. How could it happen if you’re from different worlds? Jimin and his people are used to five star resorts and traveling; you’re used to public buses and small convenience stores. Besides, you’ve distanced yourself from your ex-classmates years ago. Meeting Jungkook here already felt like hitting the jackpot.

Horror fills your system as you realize that you just hit the jackpot twice.

This is a joke right? Must be a joke. A really, really bad joke.

Mrs. Park stops in front of you two, her eyes glinting in a similar way Jimin’s do - but you don’t think she is adorable, and she obviously thinks as highly of you as an exterminator thinks of a bug.

You also find out pretty soon that this woman will do her absolute best to publicly embarrass you.

God - you hate her.

And you hate the girl she brought, too.

“Oh, Jimin, I thought you would like to meet Eunbi again,” Mrs. Park says excitedly. “It’s been some years since you last met, right?”

Oh no.

You also feel Jimin freezing by your side, his breath hitching.

They found a candidate.

This is certainly the sickest joke anyone could ever tell.

Because this girl - this is Jeong Eunbi.

The stunning Jeong Eunbi, the incredible Jeong Eubi, the most popular, the richest kid of them all. This is the Jeong Eunbi that was always in the center of attention, the Jeong Eunbi that most girls wanted to be.

This is the Jeong Eunbi that made your life feel like a nightmare for three entire years. The girl that took every opportunity she could to embarass you, humiliate you, to make fun of you, to make your life difficult, just because she knew no one would reprimand any of her acts. Just because she could.

Years later, she’s still stunning.

She recognizes you as quickly as you recognize her. Her eyes widen in shock; her face goes pale.

You just hit the jackpot of hell.

Hawaii doesn’t seem that fun anymore.

At the very least - the food is delicious.

Around twenty people sit over the long dinner table where waiters serve the food one by one. Lobster. You never ate lobster before. It smells delicious and you’re happy to know that it also tastes delicious. They also serve some wine whose brand name is unpronounceable. It tastes great nevertheless.

Except - that bitterness won’t leave your tongue at all.

Of course, it’s not like they’ll simply sit down and eat. No, they want to small talk. They make silly jokes that are not funny, but everyone feels forced to laugh just because they’re the hosts. Everyone knows everyone here - you’re the only outsider. Which means you stand out like a sore thumb. Which means they start making questions.

Goddamn, I just want to eat my lobster in peace!

But again - you keep reminding yourself that Jimin trusts you. You gotta do your part right - regardless of his hateful parents and the absolute complete bitch sitting in front of you.

“So, Y/N,” Mr. Hwang asks at some point. “I guess everyone is curious to know. How did you guys meet?”

You politely clean your lips with a napkin before speaking. Your adrenaline and stress levels are peaking high. Still, you try to sound as natural as possible:

“A common friend introduced us,” you say, hoping Jungkook will get his cue. For fuck’s sake, get your cue, Jungkook. Get your cue!

He gets.

Jungkook raises his arm and puts his hand over his chest, grinning widely. “I confess. It’s my fault.”

The whole table laughs. It wasn’t even that funny. Their brains are just trained to fake-laugh, probably.

“Really? And how did you two know each other?” Mrs. Park asks. She looks and sounds like a rattlesnake.

“Y/N was my junior in high school. We just kept in touch over the years.” Wow, this boy can lie. Is it amazing or scary?

“You studied at Alpha High as well?” Jungkook’s father asks. Alpha High. Can a school name get more stupid than this?

“Yes, I did.”

“I hope Jungkook was a good senior for you, then. Did you teach her well?” He says again, patting his son’s shoulder. Jungkook shrugs.

“What? I didn’t need to teach her anything. It could’ve been otherwise, though. Y/N was one of the smartest students there.”

This surprises you a little. You didn’t think Jungkook would remember or even know this. “He’s exaggerating,” you say sheepishly.

“I’m not! Y/N was the top student of the entire year every semester.” Jungkook kept saying anyway. “I remember you were chosen as one of the school’s representatives to compete in the Math Decathlon, isn’t it? And our school won! You also won the Physics Olympics, right?”

“...Yeah.” You uncomfortably close your hands in fists under the table. Not much because of the overwhelming attention over you this time. It’s funny how achievements can have such a bitter taste.

“Actually, Y/N and Eunbi were classmates, right?” Jungkook says as if he just noticed it.

You feel like throwing this fork from over the table right on his face.

Why didn’t you shut up? Why couldn’t you keep quiet?

Now, the whole table is paying attention to you both.

“Yes,” Eunbi says before you can, smiling sweetly. Her eye twitches as she looks at you. “We were classmates.”

More adrenaline pumps into your system.

She can screw it all up if she wants to. Completely destroy your reputation among these people. Her way of getting revenge over what happened years ago. If she says what I did, I’ll also say everything she did to me. It’ll be a shitshow.

You stare at her, sending a silent message over the table. Come on, bitch. Square up. I’m fucking crazy. If you snitch on me, I’ll snitch on you.

Her eye twitches again.

“Eunbi won’t let me lie, then.” Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest as if he did something great. Totally unaware of the uncomfortable situation he created for you and her.

Eunbi takes two seconds to speak again.

“It’s true,” she says in a soft voice. It feels that she’s having a hard time. “Y/N was our class representative. Top of our class for three consecutive years. She even received a medal of honor at our graduation.”

You hold your breath.

The graduation day. She mentioned it!

As if you’re about to face the impact of a truck hitting you, you wait for Eunbi to drop the bomb on everyone. But… she doesn’t. She just keeps looking at you with that forced smile.

That was… unexpected.

“Y/N is a genius.” Jimin says excitedly. If he noticed the assassin aura hovering over you and Eunbi, you can’t tell. “Sometimes it’s even scary.”

“So, it means that maybe we’ll have another super smart person in the family?” Mr. Hwang says playfully. You feel your stomach dropping. I can’t even imagine being part of this family. I’ve been with them for less than an hour and I already hate everyone. “I’m talking about Hyungsik, of course. Congratulations on becoming the company’s COO again, Hyungsik! At such a young age!”

Their eyes finally leave you to focus on Jimin’s older brother, congratulating him as well. You almost sigh in relief. Hyungsik smiles, nodding his head.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Hwang. But I’m not smart at all. It’s just the process of failing and trying again over and over again.”

You make such an effort to not roll your eyes violently that it gives you a headache. That’s the process of nepotism, stupid ass spoiled ugly bastard. Okay, not ugly, but still a spoiled bastard!

“We’re very proud of you, Hyungsik,” Mr. Park says, smiling. Hyungsik nods at him once again. God. It all feels so artificial. Forced out, impersonal. That’s not how family interactions are supposed to be, right…? Not that you have that much experience on healthy family relations anyway.

“We now hope that our Jimin will follow his brother’s footsteps.” The rattlesnake- (oops. Mrs. Park) says in a voice so sweet that gives you diabetes. Oh no. They’re about to do it again. She hasn’t even finished her sentence, yet you already feel your stomach twirling, the lobster wanting to crawl its way back up your throat.

“Jimin graduated from one of the best Universities in the world. We want you to use your knowledge in the company soon.” She continues.

It seems that Jimin is about to say something, but doesn’t have the chance to when Mr. Park adds:

“Your brother is the best example to follow. I dream of a day when Hyungsik will be the CEO and you’ll be the COO of the company.”

“And God- you should stop bleaching your hair like this. I keep saying, our Jiminie is so handsome with his natural hair! Why keep it bleached? You look like a pale ghost!”

“Jimin dyes his hair so often that he’s gonna get bald one of these days,” Hyungsik adds.

The whole table laughs.

You turn your head slowly to look at Jimin. He’s not fake-laughing this time. All that you see is a tiny smile plastered over his face, his eyes glued on the half-eaten lobster on his plate. No snarky comeback of his. No playfulness. No sparkle in his eyes at all. No giggle. He just sits there quietly, avoiding everyone’s gaze, tightening his fists over his legs where no one except you can see.

If I ever see Jimin not giggling, I’ll be sure that there’s something very wrong with him. That’s what you thought some days ago.

They made Jimin stop giggling.

Pure, hot anger fills your veins like venom. It spreads at each beating of your heart. Jimin kept saying how his parents didn’t listen to him, didn’t accept him. When you first heard it, you thought it was just a spoiled manchild whining about his unfair life. But now you’re seeing it with your very own eyes. They don’t accept him and don’t respect him. They push him against his older brother, constantly comparing, constantly dragging him down.

This… this is familiar.

You don’t have to know Jimin for a long time to feel the absolute urge to defend him. He doesn’t deserve to go through this. You know you should just play the “good girl” act, just try to please his parents - but you don’t want to please people like them.

You can’t let this whole table laugh at him like this.

So, before you can think twice, your mouth is already moving on its own:

“Well,” you say in that same painfully plastic, fake light-hearted tone everyone else uses in this room; “I believe his half a million followers disagree with you, Mrs. Park.”

Immediate tension hovers in the air as dense as a dark storm cloud.

She stops laughing.

For a brief second, the façade falls apart. Looking in her eyes feels like staring at the flames of hell. How dare you?!, she must be thinking.

Your eyes do not sway. Neither does your lip-tightened smile. I can play too, rattlesnake. I’m not scared of you.

“Your number of followers is rather impressive, Jimin,” Jungkook’s father says. He seems to be as oblivious as his son. “Your career as a digital influencer is doing very well.”

Jimin blinks. “Ah… I’m not a digital influencer.” he chuckles awkwardly. “I just like to take pictures. It’s more of a hobby.”

“Really? That’s even more impressive! I had no idea it was just casual!” Him, Mr. Hwang and Jungkook are officially the only people you don’t hate in this room.

“Many brands want to make deals with Jimin, actually.” You continue. “Jimin’s style reflects what many of them want.”

“He’s always been like that!” Jungkook adds. “You’re so cocky. I don’t understand why you’re not a model yet!”

Jimin smiles - and this time, it’s sincere. It’s enough to reduce the anger in your system.

“Hm… I guess you know why.” Jimin gesticulates to the top of his head with his palm. “Hyungsik decided to steal all the height to himself.”

The table laughs again. This time, it doesn’t feel so forced. This time, Jimin’s eyes are sparkling again.

He holds your hand softly under the table. You intertwine your fingers with his.

The tension eases for the rest of the dinner. No more polemic subjects are mentioned, just stupid small talk - and you finally eat the rest of the lobster in peace. You’re so eager to leave that you almost don’t wait for the dessert (but Jimin whispers that you’ll have ice cream for dessert, but not just any ice cream, “the best ice cream you’ll ever taste” in his words, so you decide to stay. Indeed, it’s fucking delicious). As soon as you eat it, though, you want to sprint the hell out of this place. Jimin seems just as eager as you. They’re all wishing each other good night, ready to leave.

Then, your bladder takes the best of you.

You excuse Jimin quickly to go to the restroom. You’ve been holding pee for, like, two hours already; you can barely walk anymore.

Nothing bad can happen, right? You’re just going to pee.

How innocent.

When you open the restroom’s door after washing your hands, ready to run out of here, there’s someone standing there, waiting for you.

Mrs. Park.

She pushes you inside the restroom again - literally pushes you - and closes the door.

You stare at her, wide eyed, totally shocked at her brusque action. Before you can say anything, though, the rattlesnake starts to infect you with her poison:

“How much did he pay you?”

No fake plastic smile this time. No pretending. This is the real Park Eunji. Away from everyone else’s ears and eyes, she doesn’t care about keeping her polite façade.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb to me, girl. How much did he pay you?”

Once again, anger starts bubbling up inside of you, spreading through every inch of your body. Like a mantra, you keep repeating in your head that you shouldn’t offend her because it won’t help neither you or Jimin - but it’s so hard to not tell this woman to go fuck herself.

“He didn’t pay me anything.”

Mrs. Park rolls her eyes.

“Look. You already ruined everything by showing up today. There’s not much I can do.” The way she points at your chest makes your vision blur in red. “But here’s a warning: don’t you dare embarrass me or my family this weekend. Just keep your mouth shut. I think you can do it, right? Since you kept bragging about how smart you are.”

You’re frozen in place.

It’s been a long, long time since you felt this angry at someone. The last time you felt this way, you ended up landing your fist against a nose. As wrong as it is, your instincts are begging you to do the same with this middle aged woman.

Jimin, you were so wrong to say I’m a dream girl.

I’m more of a nightmare girl.

You can’t act as well as those people. You can’t pretend to like them when you don’t. No… you’ve learned to fight fire with stronger fire. In this case… poison with stronger poison.

So you inhale deeply before… smiling.

“I would never embarrass your family during your wedding anniversary, Mrs. Park.” You say politely.

“Oh, please. Stop trying to impress me with your good manners-”

“Oh, no. Don’t take me wrong. I’m not trying to impress you. Honestly, I couldn’t care less what you think of me.” She widens her eyes, shocked at your words. “But I am here because Jimin asked me, and because this is an important occasion for him. So of course, I’ll do my best to not ruin everything. You don’t need to worry, Mrs. Park.” You walk past her and open the door. “Have a good night, Mrs. Park.”

You walk out before she can say anything.

Jimin is standing at the main lounge; the moment he sees your expression, he frowns.

“What happened-?”

“Let’s go. Please.” You grab his hand, practically dragging him out of the house.

“But Y/N, what happened-?”

“Let’s go!”

Cool ocean breeze hits your body.

You just drag him out mindlessly, not even seeing where you’re going, your mind blurry with anger and adrenaline. You’re almost hyperventilating at this point.

“Y/N, why are you dragging me to the beach?” He asks, confused.

“I- I don’t know. I need to breathe.”

Finally, you stop.

The sound of waves breaking against the shore overwhelms your senses. You’re far enough from their villa now. No more chatter, no more rattlesnake. You can see yachts and cruise ships shining in the ocean too far away; the moon shines so brightly that it’s enough to lighten the entire beach.

“Fuck,” you swear under your breath, taking your sandals off rather roughly, holding Jimin’s arm for support. Your feet scream in relief as you land them flat against the soft sand.

“Did something happen, pretty?” Jimin asks in a worried voice.

“Yes. Yes, something happened.” You sigh heavily, staring at the sky. “Jimin, your mother hates me.”

He tilts his head. “I told you she would.”

“No, you don’t get it. We kind of argued. I think I made things worse.”

Jimin watches you in silence.

You sigh again, finally looking down at him. “Jimin, I’m so sorry. You brought me here to make a good impression on them, but they’re- they’re so- ugh!” You put your hands on each side of your waist. “With all due respect, Jimin, I fucking hate them. They’re awful. I don’t think I can be friendly to people like them.”

He blinks, looking down. “I know. I’m sorry.” The quiet hurt in his voice slashes through you.

There it is again.

That absurd urge to protect him.

Your hand reaches out for his, squeezing it in a reassuring way. “Why the hell are you apologizing? It’s not your fault.”

He keeps quiet for some more moments. The sounds of the ocean linger between you.

“The way you stood up for me back there.” He says quietly, his voice almost being drowned in the sound of waves. “It… it meant a lot to me, Y/N. It really did.”

“Really?” You tilt your head awkwardly. “I thought you wouldn’t approve of it. I think I wasn’t that subtle.”

“That was anything but subtle.” Jimin chuckles. “But… it was good. You looked like a protective girlfriend defending me. It was very convincing.”

He caresses your hand with his thumb softly. More silence lingers between you; you’re not used to seeing Jimin being so quiet, the opposite of his energetic self. It pains you. To know that his family is the reason behind this behaviour pains you even more.

“I meant it, you know.” You say quietly. “I guess… I guess that’s why it looked so convincing.”

For the first time, Jimin lifts his head to look at you again.

His gaze makes your insides feel hot. Not in anger this time.

Moonlight touches his fair skin, making it look like porcelain. The ocean breeze plays with the strands of his hair. He looks at you with an intensity that makes your legs feel weak, your heartbeat increase; makes the world around you blur and fade away.

He looks like an angel.

“You… you said earlier today that you felt like we were actually dating.” His voice is soft, deep, quiet.

“...Yes.”

“I don’t know why, but I feel it, too. Right now, I feel… I feel as if I’m actually in love with you.”

You nearly stop breathing.

Jimin steps closer to you. He’s so, so close right now. You can’t look at anything but his sparkling eyes.

“It must have been the wine.” Your voice is as quiet as his. He smiles.

“Yes. Probably.” Delicately, he puts a strand of wild hair behind your ear. The touch of his hand spreads more heat through your skin. “It has me wondering… how would it feel to kiss you as if we were actually in love?”

The hand that previously held yours travels to your back; he touches your bare skin with his fingertips, sending goosebumps down your spine.

“I don’t know.”

Jimin caresses your cheek.

“Do you want to find out?” It seems that the air between you is charged with raw electricity. “Can we… can we pretend just for a moment that we’re actually in love with each other?”

You don’t answer.

Your eyes simply drop to his plump lips.

Jimin closes the distance.

His lips clash over yours. At first he barely makes any pressure; then, he parts his lips against yours, tilting his head to the side and deepening the kiss. His lips taste like wine. Deliciously plump. It’s everything you thought it would be; even better than you ever imagined. He pushes your body against his with his hand, while your own hands rest on each side of his neck.

Jimin takes his time, entangling his tongue with yours in a way that has your legs feeling even weaker. It’s slow. It’s sensual. It has your nerves charging up like batteries and parts of your body heating up, awakening. His scent fills your nostrils, his breathing and the wet kissing sounds invade your ears. His fingers grip your waist just a little tighter; ever so slowly, he rests his palm over your ass, squeezing it. You giggle against his lips, breaking the kiss apart for the first time.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.” He giggles too, his face still millimeters away from yours.

“It’s the first time a guy apologizes for groping my ass.”

Jimin tilts his head. “I already said. I’m a gentleman.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

You grip the collar of his shirt and pull his lips against yours once again.

God.

It must have been the wine, right? Of course it was the wine. This is surreal, unreasonable. How can you feel something so strong for someone you know for such a short time? It must be the summer heat, the hawaiian water intoxicating you with strange emotions.

It shouldn’t make sense.

But… right now, just like Jimin - right now, you feel as if you’re actually in love with him, too.

You become the nemesis of a billionaire middle aged couple.

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