#it sucks cause he was like my first friend in college and now 4 years later i feel like he only talks to me when he has to

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Prison break- ITZY (Chaeryeong)

Chaeryeong hated Monday mornings, it was the worst day of the week. Chaeryeong also hated it because of college, Chaeryeong wasn’t the regular popular kid. Chaeryeong was hated by a lot of people and constantly bullied but Chaeryeong never did anything to them even though Chaeryeong knew that she could beat them up, Chaeryeong did not want to get in any trouble because of my parents so she never did anything to them and took their beating without saying a thing. 

Chaeryeong had a step-brother, he was a sweet guy and the only person she loved and cared for in her entire family. He was frail and had a small body frame but he was very smart, so smart that he was ranked in the top 10 for overall scores in the university. He deeply cared for Chaeryeong as well, and we were very close so close that some people even mistook us for a couple. To Chaeryeong’s knowledge he lived a pretty decent life, he didn’t smoke, drink, or do drugs and he had a good group of friends.

One day, Chaeryeong was walking by his building to go to my class, Chaeryeong heard someone screaming so Chaeryeong wanted to see what was going on, Chaeryeong was shocked to find that my brother was being beaten up by 3 people who were asking him for his money and also demanding that he steal some of my panties and give it to them. Chaeryeong was furious at this sight so Chaeryeong screamed saying “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU GUYS THINK YOU ARE DOING???!”. 

This caused the 3 guys to turn around to look at me. Chaeryeong walked toward them and punched one of them in the face this caused a brawl to break out and Chaeryeong was beating their asses without even getting hit by them. 2 of them fainted but the last guy would not shut up he constantly kept talking shit about my brother and also me, he was saying disgusting things like “why are you beating us up? Why do you have to guard your brother does he not have the balls to fight us? That weak-ass mother fucker who can do nothing but hide behind his step-sister’s back. I am pretty sure that this weak fucker still sucks on his mom’s tits because of how dependent he is”.

 His last statement set Chaeryeong off and she pushed him down to the ground and continuously punched his face even after he lost consciousness. Chaeryeong was stopped by some random people,  the guy was bleeding so badly and he must have had some broken bones. 

After this, the cops came to my house and took me to the police station, Chaeryeong believed that she was not in the wrong and that she should not have to pay for any of the damages. The guy that he got beaten up was the son of a famous politician so this caused his parents to bribe the judges and Chaeryeong was jailed for 4 years for attempted murder and assault. Chaeryeong’s parents did not even appoint a lawyer to help her with this because they decided that they are no longer associated with Chaeryeong so they disowned her and she was left to deal with this all by herself so she ended up in prison. 

The prison was not a pretty place, it had people who had committed horrible crimes, crimes that would make people puke just from hearing about them so Chaeryeong needed to become stronger and build some friendships so that she doesn’t get bullied like she did when she was in college. The first thing that Chaeryeong had to do when she entered the prison was that she was told to strip and give away all of her belongings, they then took pics of Chaeryeong holding a board with her name and a number, but they did not let her put her clothes back on while they did this but she had no choice to obey them because they were the ones in power right now. 

Chaeryeong was sent to her room and she was staying with four other girls, she did not say anything to them and just went to her bed. One of the girls came up to her and introduced herself by saying “hi, I am Yuna what is your name?” 

They got close over the next few weeks. One day during lunch, a woman walks up to Chaeryeong and took Chaeryeong’s plate, and emptied the food onto the floor. This pissed off Chaeryeong and now that she decided to never be disrespected she got up and punched the woman’s face, this caused a mass fight to break out in prison. There were many people trying to attack Chareyeong and beat her up but she tried her best to defend herself, she was getting tired and did not know how much longer she could keep it up but to her surprise she found her roommates fighting with her, and defending her. The brawl was stopped by the prison guards and Chaeryeong, her roommates along with some other prisoners were thrown into isolation cells. 

All of them did not know how long they would be stuck there, after the first day Chaeryeong decided to break the silence and scream to ask the other 4 people why did they join the fight when they knew that there would be consequences. One of them replied saying “We know that you are a good person, we have been observing you since the time you entered our room, throughout the entire time you did nothing that would bother us and you never caused trouble, so we decided that it was in our best interest to help you when you were so badly outnumbered”. 

Chaeryeong felt touched because this is the first time that someone actually stood up for her and defended her so Chareyeong replied by saying “thank you so much for defending me I really mean it, you guys defended me but I don't know your names so could you please introduce yourselves. The 3 girls introduced themselves and Yuna said, “you know my name already”. The names of her roommates are Lia, Yeji, Ryujin, and Yuna.  

Timeskip 

4 years have already passed and now Chaeryeong was going to be released, she was sad to a certain extent because she did not want to leave Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, and Yuna because they became like a family to her but luckily for her, they were going to get released in 2 months so she planned to come back to the prison to meet them when they are released. When Chaeryeong was released there was no one waiting for her, she was sad to see this because she was hoping that her parents had finally forgiven her and that she could go back to living her normal life. Chaeryeong took a cab to her home and was surprised to find that her family still lived in the same house because after them not coming to pick her up she had assumed that they would have moved to a different city or a country to completely sever ties with her. Chaeryeong walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. 

A handsome muscular man opened the door, the man looked very shocked to see Chaeryeong at the door and as soon as they broke out of his trans he immediately hugged Chareyeong. This sudden act of skinship shocked Chaeryeong and confused her because she did not know the man that was hugging her. After he moved away from Chaeryeong he said: “Noona, you are finally back I have been waiting for you, I wanted to come to pick you up but I did not know which prison you were in”. 

Chaeryeong looked at her step-brother and started to tear up she hugged him “I can’t believe it is really you, I have missed you so much, you have changed so much I didn’t recognize you at all.” Chaeryeong says

“Yeah I did, I did not want to get beat up ever again and I want to be the one to protect you”. - Step-brother replies

Chaeryeong moves into the house and looks around feeling nostalgic. She turns to her brother “I know that they left but I was wondering what happened and how are you still able to keep this house and how are you doing?” Chaeryeong says 

 He turns around and walks closer to Chaeryeong, now they are so close that Chaeryeong’s tits are basically pressed up against her step-brother's chest and he says “I am a millionaire business entrepreneur Noona, my net worth is over 150 million dollars, I have enough money for anything that you want to do Noona, you don’t have to work anymore” 

Chaeryeong is so happy that her step-brother is successful but she feels that she will be a burden on him so she says “don’t worry I can take care of me and I don’t want to drag you or your business down just because you are associated with me so I will leave after I find another place to stay”. 

He holds Chaeryeong’s chin and makes her stare into his eyes and says “Noona, I have missed you so much and there is no way that you will leave I don’t care if I lose everything, I just need you”.

 Chaeryeong pushes him away “don’t joke but I am really thankful for you I mean it. 

Chaeryeong’s brother took her to her room and showed her that it was left exactly as the last time she saw it. She was very surprised that the room was exactly how she had last seen it. Her step-brother leaves Chaeryeong to herself because he knows that she is going to need some time with herself, to grasp the situation and finally come to terms with it. After Chaeryeong finished looking around she goes for a shower. She takes a nice hot shower, bathes in her citrus-scented body wash, and just lets her body relax under all the hot water. She walks out of the shower feeling very relaxed and goes to her old closet to get some clothes to put on, she picks out a loose crop top that she loved, also a pair of shorts, a bra, and panties. She tries to put on a bra but to her disappointment, the bra no longer fits her because her boobs had gotten bigger so decides to just put on the crop top without a bra for now. She tries to put on her panties but she notices that she is facing the same problem as her ass had gotten bigger from all the workouts that she did in prison so she skips that and put on her shorts but since her ass had gotten bigger she could no longer fit in them as well so she just put on one of her old skirts and walked out to the kitchen.

As Chaeryeong walks to the kitchen to get some food as she was very hungry she notices that her brother is cooking some Kimchi-fired rice for her, so sits at the counter near the kitchen, while looking at her step-brother as he cooks. Her step-brother turns around and is startled by Chaeryeong’s sudden appearance, this causes Chaeryeong to burst out in laughter and this embarrasses her step-brother

“I did not hear a single sound. How long have you been here?” He says

“I got here a few minutes ago so do not worry, yeah it is a habit that I picked up when I was in prison, sorry if that creeps you out. I can announce myself every time I enter a room if you want.” Chaeryeong says

“You do not have to do something so stupid and it is also my fault because I have been living alone for such a long time that it is different for me to have someone here,” he says

He continues to cook the rice while watching him cook Chaeryeong realizes that her brother had ignored the question about her parents when they spoke so she wanted to ask again because she was very curious as to why they left but her step-brother is still living here.

“Hey, tell me something where are our parents? Why did they leave and how come they did not take you with them?” Chaereyong says

“I really did not want to talk about this, they left because they no longer wanted to be known as the parents of a criminal, they initially took me with them as well and I had no choice but to follow because I did not have enough money”. Her step-brother says

“You left with them but why are you back here? How is everything the exact same?” - Chaeryeong asks. 

“After we left this house, nobody wanted to buy it so it was just left like this. One year after you went to prison I started my company, within 2 months it took off and I finally had enough money so I left them and bought this house from the real estate agent” her step-brother replies.

Hearing this made Chaeryeong feel appreciated so she walked up to him and hugged him tightly and mumbled something that no one could understand, her brother suddenly pushes her away and looks at her from top to bottom. 

“Noona, are you not wearing a bra? I could feel your nipples on my chest” - he says

Chaeryeong realizes what had just happened so she crosses her arms over her chest attempting to cover up her nipples, she is currently blushing because of what had happened and she walks behind the counter going back to where she was sitting. 

“Yeah I am not wearing any right now because all my old ones do not fit me anymore, I tried putting it on but my boobs became a lot bigger than before so they were really tight and suffocating,” Chaeryeong says.

Hearing this her step-brother's cock got hard and threatened to burst out of his pants but Charyeong could not see this because he had already turned towards the stove to finish his cooking and plate it so that they both could eat it. After plating the rice he takes another pan to make the eggs that he was planning to place on top. By this time his boner had gone down so he picked up the plate of fried rice and egg, and placed it in front of Chareyeong for her to eat. Looking at the food, Chaeryeong’s mouth started to water because for the first time in 4 years she was going to have a home-cooked meal and some good food that she actually liked. 

She waited for her step-brother to finish making his plate as well so that they could eat together, Chaeryeong also suggested that they should watch a new movie or Kdrama because she wants to catch up with them, her step-brother agrees and they sit down in front of the TV. Chaereyong decided that she wants to watch Nevertheless which is Kdrama. After Chaeryeong and her step-brother finished eating, he took the plate to wash them and also clean up the kitchen, by the time he got back Chaeryeong had fallen asleep on the couch, he went to his room to get a blanket to put over her because she must be cold. 

He got the blanket from his room and was about to put it on Chaereyong when he noticed that Chaereyong’s pussy was visible, this caused his dick to get hard, he was so tempted to lie down and start eating her pussy and do so much more to her but he decided against it do he put the blanket over her and went to the washroom to calm himself down. After he calmed down he went to the kitchen where he placed his laptop and began doing his company work.

After an hour, while he continued working Chaeryeong began to moan in her sleep. At first, he thought that it was because she was having nightmares but once he got closer to her the moans sounded very erotic and this set him off again, this time instead of backing out he sat down next to Chaeryeong and started to slowly play with her pussy, seeing that Chaeryeong has not reacted or woken up from this he continued to do so but he got greedy and wanted to taste Chaeryeong.

He tried to spread her legs but this woke Chaereyong up she was shocked as to what was going on but she did not say anything and acted like she was still asleep. He was able to spread her legs and began eating Chaeryeong out. Chaeryeong was trying her best not to moan out loud but she was enjoying it so much and she was so close to her release. When he flicked her clit with his tongue it finally sent Chaeryeong over her edge and she squirted hard. When she was coming down from her high she heard something that sent chills down her spine,

“Noona, until when are you going to pretend that you are asleep, get up and I will fuck you until you won’t be able to walk for another week but if you do not want that just continue to pretend that you are sleeping, and we can forget this ever happened,” he says. 

Chaeryeong is wondering what she should do because if she does get up then her relationship with her step-brother will no longer be the same as it once was but a part of her mind really wanted to get up so that she could finally get fucked by him and enjoy laying in his arms without caring about anything else. 

The side that wanted to get up had won, Chaeryeong sat up and looked into her step-brother’s eyes and said  “Fuck me like you mean it, fuck me so hard that my pussy only becomes the shape of your dick, use my, use all of my holes, and make me yours”. 

This set him off, he grabbed Chaeryeong and made it so that she was sitting on his lap. He looked her in the eyes and Chaeryeong’s eyes were filled with lust, she was basically begging. He chokes her and says “show me how much you want it?”.

Chaeryeong was so wet that she started to stain her step-brother's shorts, after hearing what he said she began to grind her pussy on his thighs,

“I want it so badly please, I need your cock in me please,” Chaeryeong says

He then shoves a finger into her very wet pussy which causes Chaeryeong to release a whine, he responds by adding 2 more fingers and this causes Chaeryeong’s eyes to widen. He continues to finger her as Chaeryeong’s moans grow louder and more frequently.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop. I’M GOING TO CUM SO FUCKING HARD,” Chaeryeong says 

Just as she is about to cum he pulls out all his fingers which causes Chaeryeong to try and protest but her mind is in haze from almost cumming. He then pushes her onto the couch and takes out his cock placing it in front of Chaeryeong’s 

“I can’t wait anymore, my cock is so fucking hard right now. I’m going to put it in now.” He says

“Yes, shove that cock into my pussy and fuck me please,” Chaeryeong says

He slowly pushes his cock into Chaeryeong’s pussy, she gasps when she feels his length, she already feels full from his dick. She still feels him pushing into her.

“Are you in completely yet? It is so big,” Chaeryeong says

“Noona, I’m only half in. It’s okay relax it will feel better” he says

Chaeryeong nods and tries to relax as he fills her up even more and reaches places that have never been touched before. Her moans turn into groans as she feels a little bit of pain. Chaeryeong feels it stop going deeper. 

“I am completely in, I’m going to wait for a little so that you can adjust to this size,” he says

“You can move slowly, I think it feels better now” Chaeryeong replies

He continues to fuck her slowly, she starts to moan at the feeling better, after Chaeryeong adjusted to the size she began to try and match his movements such that she could feel it more. Noticing this he starts to move faster and harder causing Chaeryong to moan loudly. This continued for a few more minutes and Chareyong felt a knot forming in her stomach. He felt Chaeryeong tighten around him and increased his pace such that the was basically ramming into her like a machine. 

“I’m going to cum, please do not stop keep going, I’m so fucking close. Yes, yes, yes” Chaeryeong says

She cums so hard that her body begins to shake and her eyes roll back. As she continued to ride her orgasm out she was mumbling incoherently, this raised a little concern for Chaeryeong’s step-brother because he thought that he might have fucked Chaeryeong’s brains out. 

“Noona are you fine? Did I really just fuck your brains out just from one round? We are going to be doing this the entire night so tomorrow morning I might end up with a mind-broken slut” he says

After a few seconds, Chaeryeong is finally able to talk after being fucked to oblivion. Chaeryeong replies to her step-brother by saying “Keep going I want to become YOUR cock loving slut, fuck me so much that all I can think about is your cock”

Sometime during their sex, they had moved to the bedroom. They continued to fuck till sunrise, they had to end their session because Chaeryeong had passed out from experiencing an extreme amount of pleasure. Chaereyong was lying beside her brother with her pussy leaking with cum and completely passed out. 

This night of amazing pleasure for both of them had changed their relationship forever but in a positive way for them. 

#itzy smut #chaeryeong smut

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Inherited | Chapter 3

Summary: Daryl needs Y/N’s opinion about something, but what she has to say isn’t exactly what he wants to listen.

Warnings: mentions of animal abuse (or kind of). Minors do not Interact.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1,995

A/N: English isn’t my first language so it can have mistakes.

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Chapter 3:

Beautiful but treacherous

You were at your dad’s office, well… now you thought it would start to be yours. When you went to Administration College, you thought about having an excuse to come back and help your dad with the farm, but you never did. You worked as ADM on Aaron’s business instead. So now it was time for you to start taking care of everything. You took all the recent documents, the financial books and had everything spread or piled on the table.

Aaron and Eric went for a walk around the farm, to get to know everything while you were busy checking if everything was ok. Your hair was tied up on a ponytail and you frowned in concentration, when you heard a knock on the door. You looked up and Daryl was standing there, you waited for him to speak.

“Good ya’re looking at it, ‘cause I know nothing about it.” He said, walking inside the office hat on his hand.

“Guess, going to college wasn’t so useless. Don’t you think?” You smirked, he knew why you were saying this. “Can I help you, Dixon?”

“I wanna show ya somethin’ and discuss it.” He said after clearing his throat, he tried to be polite and make small talk before, but he should have seen it coming since you have been at each other throats since you arrived.

“Sure, what is it?” You asked him.

“Follow me to the stables.” He said, you got up and he took you in. “Ya better grab yer boots, bet ya dun want yer white sneakers dirty.”

You looked at your shoes and sighed in frustration going to your room to change for your boots. When you came back you followed him to the stables, your eyes roaming about the land and many memories floating around in your mind. When you got to the stables you remembered about how many times you helped your dad there, how you would come and help Daryl so you both could play faster. When you asked your father if you could go play with Daryl he always said “Help him to finish the chores and both of you can play.” These were memories that brought a smile to your face.

You’d just got to the farm for your first summer with your dad after him and your mom divorced. 9 year-old you couldn’t contain the excitement of being back home, with your dad and close to your friends. Your dad parked his old truck on the garage and you got off of the car running to find who you needed.

“I love you too sweetie.” Your dad shouted playfully, he had picked you up at Atlanta’s airport, you had hugged and talked a lot already.

You ran until you found Daryl brushing a mare’s fur. You shouted his name and he stopped everything to look at you, a small smile on his face. You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a tight hug. When you parted from the embrace, first thing you did was looking on his arm for the bracelet you gave him, it was there.

He looked at you eyeing your clothes, pink shoes, jeans and a shirt with unicorns and rainbows in it. “Why’re dressin’ like a girl?” He wasn’t used to you dressing like this. That wasn’t you.

“ ‘cause… I’m a girl?” You answered not understanding where your friend want to take this conversation.

“Ya dun dress this kind of girlie things, this isn’t ya.” He said and you didn’t know how to explain it for him. Sometimes you’d call to talk to him or Maggie, but you never said how things sucked at school.

“I have to. The other kids pick on me, so I have to wear this clothes.” You drawled, in your old school nobody would do this, everyone were the same way, but now it was completely different.

“Why don’t ya punch them?” He stated matter of factly.

“ ‘cause it’s wrong, and I’d have to punch the whole school.” You said. “Dun wanna talk more about it. I wanna have the best summer with ya and Mags!”

Daryl smiled, he was happy. He had missed you so much, there wasn’t a day where he and Maggie didn’t talk or thought about you. Everything reminded you. He really wanted to go to NY and kick the ass of everyone on your school, but he’d rather enjoy the little time that summer was with you.

“Are ya gonna come or are ya staying there smiling all goofy?” Daryl brought you back from your memories.

You were at the door of the stables and he was already in the middle of it, waiting for you. You shook your head sending all those thoughts away and following him inside. He stopped in front of a stall, there was a beautiful black horse and you couldn’t help but stare in awe at the beautiful animal.

“It’s beautiful.” You said, before you could think about anything.

“Beautiful but treacherous.” Daryl said bitterly.

“Is it… the horse?” You asked, by his tone you knew it was.

“Yeah.” He affirmed. He leaned on the stall and looked at you. “What d’ya want to do with it?”

“What do you mean?” He was the one in care of the animals, you knew how to do it, but it was his job.

“D’ya wanna sell it or sacrifice it?” He asked bluntly and your heart went directly to your throat, his words surprised you a lot. Your dad would never get rid of an animal just because he couldn’t tame it on the first time. Your dad taught you to love and respect the animals, you’d just take an animal’s life for 2 reasons: 1- you needed to eat. 2- It was suffering.

“Daryl…” you took a breath before saying what you were going to say, because it was also being difficult for you. “This options are not going to bring him back or make the pain go away.”

“So, you’d rather look at it everyday and remember it killed your daddy?” He wasn’t being reasonable, and you knew he could be like this when he was angry or sad or hurt.

“If… he haven’t died. If he had just fell from the horse… what would he do?” You knew the answer, but you wanted to make him think.

Silence.

“He’d find another way. He’d try another method.” You said. “And you know I’m right. You knew him.”

Silence. He gripped the stall with both hands, a heavy sigh leaving him. You knew it was destroying him. You got closer to him and slowly and carefully put one hand on his shoulder. “We don’t need to find a guilty. It was an accident. He wouldn’t like to see you like…” ‘this’ you would say. But he took your hand off him and by his looks you swear he hated you.

“Ya know shit about what he’d like! Ya didn’t even come here on family holidays! Ya have no right to say what he’d like or not.” He shouted at you and left the stable cursing and stomping his feat. He knew you were right, and he could see that you were still as sweet as you used to be before, but it didn’t change what you did and what you said.

You stayed there paralyzed, you were just trying to help. You just wanted to remember him what your father would want and that it wasn’t it that would make the grief go away. You knew it would never stop, many people that had already lost their parents told you it was a pain that you’d never forget, you just get used to it and learn how to live with it. But you shouldn’t have known it was going to be like this, he didn’t want to discuss feelings with you, he just wanted business. That was what you were now, business partners and he wanted you to make a decision about the horse, together. He didn’t want to talk about his feelings, but suggesting selling or killing the horse… that was exactly what he was doing. So many years and he’s still didn’t know how to manage his feelings.

Later that day, you called Aaron and Eric to the office, so you could talk with them. They were leaving the next day and you couldn’t let Aaron go without knowing what you were about to do.

“I’m not going back to NY.” You said, it was better to say it quickly than to take much longer.

“You aren’t just resigning, are you?” He asked, how he would find someone that he trusted to help him administer his business.

“Yes, I am.” You said feeling a little guilty. “I need to stay, that was what I was supposed to do since the beginning.”

“Can’t you continue to work for me from distance? I mean, we can do everything online nowadays.” He insisted. “I’ll never find someone like you.”

“We can try, but if I feel it’s too much…”

“Ok, we can try to work like this. If it works, it is an extra money for you. If it doesn’t… I may have to kidnap you.” He said, joking in the end to try to lighten the mood.

“Deal.” You said and extended your hand so he could shake it, and he did.

When the night arrived and everybody went to sleep, you didn’t feel like going to bed. So you headed outside, the cold breeze of the night hitting your face. You thought it would be good to watch the stars from outside instead of from your room like you did the night before. You walked to your spot, you could watch the stars from anywhere, but you felt it was wrong if you didn’t do it from the same place you used to.

Getting close to it, you saw his frame there. So you were not wrong the day before, he was the one there. Today, once again he smoked his cigarette while observing the sky. He listened to you arriving, you were silent, but he had a good hearing from years getting into the woods and hunting to feed his family. You sat on the fence, a little distant from him. He let some smoke come out of his mouth and turned to you, you were staring. Damnit, you were caught.

“Didn’t want to watch it from your window again?” He asked taking his cigar to his mouth. So he had seen you…

“It isn’t as good as here.” You answered looking to the sky again and trying hard to not look at him. “Thought you’d stop doing it…”

“I tried. It seems like this shit is as addicting as my cigar.” Why did he started to make small talk with you again? He couldn’t understand his own actions. He was angry at you, with all your smartness and sweetness acting like you knew everything and you were always right. But he couldn’t stop himself from talking any shit with you, he wished he had come up with an offense but he was not in the mood to fight. Yes, the days Daryl Dixon wasn’t in the mood to fight existed.

The last thing you imagined was that you were going to be stuck in the farm with him, having to be polite and talk. The thing was, you couldn’t even make a conversation without being pricks to each other.

You didn’t know what to do or what to say, so you just kept you attention to the sky.

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The rule - m. Estapa

Summary- when Luke hughes twin sister breaks the one rule main rule.

details - grace Hughes x Mark estapa , friends to lovers, forbidden relationship, mentions of alcohol/underage drinking

(Disclaimer this is my first fic in a very long time so if it’s not great I’m so sorry lol)

One rule. There was always one rule.

Don't date your brother's teammates….

Now the rule never actually ever had to be said to Grace because it never seemed like it simply would be an issue. Quinn’s teammates were too old, so were Jack's, and by the time both grace and Luke were old enough to date she had absolutely zero interest in any of them. The rule never had to be said but it was still there and always followed. That was until college. Over the start of freshman year, Grace had gotten really close with the hockey team, especially the freshman. Sure she had been close with Luke’s teammates before but this was different especially with Mark Estapa. Mark Fucking Estapa.

It was about the end of October when it hit her that she felt more than friendly about him. It was at some random party after she had come back from getting a drink and saw some girl talking to him and felt weird, like weird weird, Weird in your heart. Grace was jealous. Oh. oh shit. oh fuck. The party soon ended for her with a quick “I'm tired and don't feel so well” to her confused brother while dragging Beck, her roommate and best friend back to their dorm by her sleeve. So that leads the pair to where they are now. Beck watching Grace pace like a crazy person back in their dorm.

Grace’s pov:

“If you pace any faster our carpet is going to light on fire dude, what happened that we had to leave so bad?” beck said worried, she knows You never wanted to leave early.

“It’s bad beck so very bad.”

“Are you dying? Cause that would suck.”

“No?! No... I like mark.” I mumble out looking at her like she’s just automatically supposed to know why it’s such a big deal.

“Oh. well duh,” She looked at me like I had just told her the sky is blue.

“What do you mean duh?!” I say, still freaking out.

“Literally it’s the most obvious thing ever, you guys are glued at the hip, he’s always the second person you say hi to in a group, 1st if your brother isn’t there.”

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Yes, but I do not see the issue here, you guys would be cute anyways,” she says shrugging.

“You don't get it b, The one rule is never date your brother's teammates I’ve never not followed it. It has never even had to be said to me that's how well I follow it.”

“If it hasn't been said to you then technically…”

“No. Especially with Luke's teammates, you know how overprotective he is. He will lose it.”

“Ok well I doubt he knows right now, he’s kinda oblivious, no offense,” she says quickly. “None taken.” “Plus you guys aren't dating or doing anything so technically you are not breaking a single rule” Beck calms me down.

“You’re right, as long as we don’t do anything it’s fine. It’s not a sin to have a crush.”

“When am I wrong? I’m going to go get water, all the being right made me thirsty” she says in her usual sarcasm. I get into bed and low and behold there's a text from speak of the devil.

“Hey, are you okay? luke said you left early so I just wanted to check in”

“Yeah all good just wasn't feeling too hot plus I have class kinda early, thanks for checking in <;3”

“No need to thank me, it's the good thing to do, night! :)”

“Night! :)”

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It was about a month later, funny enough at a party. It was an end of semester one that some of the guys were throwing. Grace has somewhat distanced herself from Mark which is hard when he’s around 24/7. She did not want to be distant, it was killing her. After all, he was a friend first and she missed him, she missed him a lot. So that's what led her to where she is now, about 4 drinks in trying to distract herself until she can go home for break in two days. It was harder to avoid him than normal tonight. Beck had gone home early so Graces only option was the guys, that explains the 4 dirty Shirley's. Now she wasn’t usually an emotional drunk but with everything building up tonight she was. She felt like she was about to burst into tears any second. With Beck gone unless luke walked her back she had no way of getting back to the dorms. All She wanted was to go to her dorm and let it all out.

“Hey Luke, I know it’s early but I really don’t feel well can you walk me home now?” Grace slurred out.

“Yeah, you okay? You look like you're about to cry.” 

“I'm f-fine just very drunk and not feeling well.” Then suddenly another voice speaks up.

“Hey I got that water you wanted lu- Woah Gracie you okay?” Great the last person she needed to see right now.

“I was just about to take her home, I think she drank too much and is overwhelmed,” Luke spoke up.

“I can walk her home, I should probably get some stuff done before I leave anyway” Mark suggested.

“Yeah ok, is that ok Gracie?”

“Yeah” she whispers, she felt bad for making luke take her home anyway. As long as she stayed silent and he just dropped her off she should be fine. She hopes.

The walk home was silent which usually was unlike grace, especially around him. Once the pair reached her dorm she realized that she had left her keys at the house. That’s when the floodgates opened, the tears she had been holding in all night just came pouring out.

“Woah, Woah, Gracie what's wrong?” Mark asked worriedly.

“I- I left my keys at the house I- I’m sorry,” she said sobbing.

“Hey, Hey it’s ok we can just go to mine, for now, okay?”

“Yeah, ok” Grace sniffed.

When they got to his dorm and sat on his bed, he sat down next to her typing something quickly on his phone. She could tell he wanted to say something but wanted to let her calm down first.

“I don’t want to push but are you okay? I’m worried Gracie you have been distant lately and tonight, I just want to know you are ok. Is there an issue? Did something happen”

“Kind of” she whispered, still drunk she can tell she is about to say something you shouldn’t.

“What's the issue?” Mark says softly. 

“You.” 

“What? Did I do something?” he says sounding hurt.

“it’s silly I just-”

“Please tell me, please”

“I- I like you and not in the best friend way, which is terrible not cause of you, but because I’m not allowed to like you. That stupid rule of never date your brother’s teammates is just always there and I've never cared about it until now but I really like you. Which sucks to admit cause you probably don’t feel the same which makes this even worse.” She said letting it all out and was crying again, she’s still drunk whether it’s on the alcohol or emotions at this point she isn’t sure.

“You like me?”

“Yeah…” he didn’t say anything he just looked at her. But before her brain could go into overdrive with thoughts he leans in and kisses her. It’s soft and gentle, it’s all she ever wanted.

“I- that was” she stuttersout.

“Great, really great,” he replied with a soft look still holding her. There was a knock on the door which caused both of them to spring apart. 

“That’s probably eddy I texted him to bring your keys when he came back, we can talk about this more later right?” he replied almost sad.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” she said a little sad.

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The next morning she woke up with maybe the worst headache she’d ever felt. At first, she did not remember much from last night but then it hit her like a train going at full speed with no plan of stopping.

Oh shit.

part 2

#mark estapa #umich hockey #mark estapa x reader #Hughes!reader #meg writes <3

[coffee-prince-kyungsoo]

My Monarch Butterfly (1/?)

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

warnings: None

word count: 1.7K

summary: Eddie and reader just chatting, jason being an asshole and robin and reader talkin. Not much :)

(Gif not mine- Credits to owner @gaiath )

AN: I hope you guys enjoy the first part of this story, I don't normally write alot of FF but I couldn't help myself with Eddie Munson existing. Have you seen this man. If you like it, let me know! If you have any recs on what should happen next, be my guest to comment about it! hope you enjoy the first part!!!!

Masterlist | Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 |Part 4

Hawkins high, the most agitating place for anyone who wasn’t a popular cheerleader or basketball player was a breeding ground for the socialites to chat, bond, and even date. HHS had its little clicks and groups. You had the cheerleaders who didn’t really care for anyone outside their little friend groups, which quite frankly was getting pretty old. And of course, you had the jocks. Who quite frankly were the most annoying and obnoxious out of all the groups. Y/N on the hand was one of the only people who didn’t belong to a single group, always floating to different groups. She was what everyone called a kind soul. It didn’t matter who needed help it was always Y/N to reach out and help people. If not, others would approach the timid girl. For her it wasn’t always this easy. Being a Mexican was something that caused a lot of bullying growing up. She always lived in Hawkins but attended a school near Hawkins due to her mother being a 4th grade teacher. Her father had passed away due to cancer when she was only five. She didn’t really remember much of him but had little snippets of him and even dreamed of him. She would cry at times when she thought of her father. Because she couldn’t tell which of her memories was simply that or a dream, they all seemed to blend in. But it mostly sucked for her mother. Her mom Amanda went through a phase where she would barely speak or eat. At eleven, Y/N took care of her mother. They had been living off her dad’s life insurance for the time being after her mom was fired due to not showing up or being completely disinterested when teaching. This all stopped when a family friend got into an argument with Amanda, because of this argument, Amanda had gotten her act together. She applied to different school around their area. After multiple rejections, her last interview she was desperate that she spoke nothing but the truth. Y/N, her child was the reason she needed this job and that she needed to get her life back. The school accepted her on the spot, principal Howards understood her struggles and gave her a chance. That was in sixth grade. Now a senior and just turning eighteen she was able to finally able to semi relax, aside from final exams and deciding to stay in Hawkins or going to college.

“Y/N! Levántate por favor! ¡Se te va a hacer tarde! I won’t drop you off this time if you’re late! I swear to sweet baby Jesus you won’t being going to the mall this weekend if that’s the case! Y/N!”

“Ya voy! I’m brushing my teeth!”

“No me conteste así! Apúrate”

The door slammed shut as Y/N’s mom rushed to her car, her engine could be heard throughout the whole street.

“Jesus, she needs a goddamn exorcist.” Y/N giggled as she was packing up her things getting ready to head out the door.

“I didn’t even answer in a bad way, she wasn’t even gonna hear me in the bathroom with that loud ass vent, right Leo.” Y/N rubbed her cat’s fur and gave him a peck in-between his green eyes. To which he purred.

As she started to bike her way to school, she listened to some classical music. It was something she did know her dad loved; he would often put her to sleep with some Vivaldi, his all time favorite. She was pushed with a gust of wind from a van barreling towards the prison that kept most of Hawkins for four years. It was a hard world. The van was blaring black sabbath, she knew all too well who drove the van, Eddie Munson. She wasn’t going to lie; she did have a small crush on him since middle school. But always pushed those fantasies to the back of her mind due to the age and grade gap. Now it changed when Eddie was help back not once, but twice. She would sometimes dream of him, both being in an embrace or just simply enjoying each other’s company. But she was just being silly.

Eddie was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, simply enjoying his alone time before being berated in the halls of Hawkins high. It didn’t bother him anymore but still, who wanted to hear insults being thrown at them early in the morning. As he was speeding through the almost empty roads, he spotted Y/N on her bicycle with her Walkman. As he sped, he looked at her through the rearview mirror, she had a little smile. Seemed like she was enjoying her alone time as well. Eddie would always see her in the halls. She was always so quiet, seemed to never be late to any class, never spoke in class unless someone asked for help, or if the teacher needed her to answer a problem on the board. Eddie had always thought she was cute. He would never admit it, but he did. Growing up he would see her around the town. He knew her dad passed away. He felt sorry, he knew what it was like to not have your father present. He at least had his uncle Wayne, his father figure, but from what he knew, she didn’t.

You didn’t know when you got on school grounds. You guess it was just muscle memory and the lack of attention you pay when you’re on your way to school. As you got off and started to walk to the bike rack you noticed smoke coming out of Eddie’s car, which wasn’t parked far from where the staff stood. You don’t know how you were able to keep your heart from coming out of your chest but some how you did, it was a complete mystery to you. Three knocks on Eddie’s van window was all it took for Eddie to acknowledge you.

“Hi, just wanted to let you know that the staff is out today and it’s pretty clear that you’re smoking. Just a little heads up.” After a little pause Eddie smiled in your direction. With the number of butterflies fluttering in your body you were surprised you didn’t float off.

“Thanks Y/N, can’t have any write-ups before graduation, can I?” With a simple nod, you walked off to your first class.

 “Thanks Y/N, can’t have any write-ups...” God, that was the best I could come up with. Jesus Eds.”

Eddie mocked his response as he lowered his head on the steering wheel. Eddie had gotten his things ready and walked off to class before the first bell.

Eddie walked into his first class of the day, one of the only classes he didn’t have with Y/N.

“Thank you for joining us this fine morning Munson.” Sighed Ms. Wilks.

“Of course your grace, my chariot seemed to be on the slow side today.” Eddie bowed with his arm extended out.

“Obviously, have you seen the piece of junk you drive you freak.”

“Jason…. How does it feel to touch balls all day?”

“Boys enough, or the both of you will stay for detention, Munson to your seat.”

The room seemed to be filled with snickers after the little scene both boys caused.

“Please turn to pag-“

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Johnson wanted me to hand you these papers Ms. Wilks.” Y/N softly spoke after knocking and interrupting Wilks.

“Thank you, can you please set them down in the basket at the back of class please. Okay class, turn to page 36 of the work book and answer..”

As Ms. Wilks continued to give instructions Y/N walked to the back of class to drop the papers in the basket, the basket that was right behind Eddie.

“Hi Y/N, guess today’s your lucky day, you get to see a whole lot of me.”

Y/N lowered her head down and let out a soft giggle.

“Pay attention Eddie, can’t have you getting any write-ups, can we?”

Eddie continued to watch her as she did what she was told. Not aware of a certain pair of eyes looking at the whole interaction.

“Munson, pay attention.”

“Yup no issue Wilks.”

‘Oh my lord baby Jesus, his smile is to die for!’ was all you could think! As you made your way out the class and headed back to your own lecture a small wave made its way to Eddie. The boy couldn’t help but let out a wide grin. You swear on everything you love that this crush was something but puppy love, you didn’t think he could be interested in you, there was no way.

“Thank you for leaving the papers Y/N”

“It’s really nothing sir.” You made your way back to your seat, next to the only person in the school who you could consider to be your only friend. Robin.

“You look…. I don’t know, you just look like you’re happy, but also in a deep thought. Care to share?”

“It’s Eddie, recently we’ve been crossing paths and talking more frequently. For example, when we were at the market, he just came up and started talking to me. We stayed in the same two isles for over an hour, I guess my butterflies are acting up. It’s stupid but- it’s nothing, it’s not like he could be interested in me. Truly I’m just speaking out of craziness.”

“Well, my sweet little sugar plum, you never know. I mean when was the last time anyone was ever approached to have a friendly conversation with Munson, aside from being recruited into hellfire. I’m not gonna say he likes you; I don’t want you to get over excited over something just for me to be wrong, you know? But it doesn’t hurt to keep talking to him.”

“I know, but knowing me, I’ll start to get over attached and get my heart broken over something that would never happen. Plus, maybe he just needs a friend. Not saying his other friends are bad but- I don’t know. I just hate how everyone is so mean to him. He doesn’t deserve that. No one does. Maybe Jason and his pack of idiots and their rude girlfriends, but still, I just wish they weren’t so mean to him. He’s really sweet, well from when we were talking.”

These little heart to hearts was something normal between you two. It was a good thing this was the only time robin knew how to whisper without having the whole class listen in to the whole conversation. It was easy for Y/N but maybe she’ll learn to be outspoken, it was all Robin tried to do after being in a friendship with this girl for years.

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I think the only thing worse than self loathing over your appearance is the immediate shame and guilt for even caring about it so much. Like oh not only am I ugly but I’m also vapid and superficial and spoiled because women are dying all over the world i don’t say this as a judgment because I know exactly how you feel. I have a big ass honker for a nose. And I didn’t really start thinking that until I started following Bella hadid on Instagram when she was 17, I must have been 16. She was just like popular hot la Instagram account popularity at the time and I shit you not I thought she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. I became OBSESSED. I scrolled through all of her photos and her friends and it didn’t take long before I realized she’d had a nose job.. so I became obsessed with nose jobs and the day I graduated high school and could go off at get one. I’m not in the yearbook for half of high school because I wouldn’t go to school on picture day because of how ugly I looked in photos. I fucking hated myself. When I was 18 I found a dr and was going to go through with it. My dad agreed to pay but asked me to go to one more consultation to be sure. I went to another and he told me any doctor who would operate on me was a bad dr. My profile isn’t bad but my nose is super wide with a long tip. Anyways he freaked me the fuck out. I was off my meds and stopped going to therapy and gained 25 pounds which made my AA boobs look even sadder and smaller. So overnight I decided getting a boob job would have to work. I’m 5”10 and like the rest of my body so I decided I would have to just settle for being a “butterface” it’s been 5 years and I fucking hate my ugly ass plastic tits. I have huge scars on my tits and they’re so obviously fake and uneven and my nipples which where so little and cute before are huge and scarred. I don’t tell anyone I’ve had them done because I’m so ashamed and embarrassed. And it’s seriously negatively affected my sex and dating life. I’ve convinced myself it doesn’t matter how cool or alternative I become, the second people find out I have fake tits everything else about me becomes moot point. Doesn’t matter I went to good college or am funny or charming. First thing that’ll come up about me is my fake boobs I know it. And I’m too embarrassed to get them taken out because then I’ll have to tell everyone including my best friends I’ve made in the past year that not only did I have them done but I’ve been keeping it a secret for 4 years????? Needless to say this whole time I’ve been torturing myself with how happy and how beautiful I would’ve been with a nose job. How I wouldn’t care if people knew I had had one. Screaming crying fits. The horror waking up the next day to these rock hard swollen fake plastic bags in my chest and the indescribable pain of having had my muscles torn up to put them in. I don’t know why I’m saying all of this. I just felt compelled to share. You aren’t alone. I’m catastrophizing my plastic surgery baggage while people are being shot for not wearing a hijab. It is superficial and it sucks. But it still has caused me an insane amount of distress and anxiety and altered my interactions with the world &the people around me. I wish so badly I deleted my Instagram earlier, had better parents and people in my life to make sure I wasn’t behaving manically and irrationally&most of all that I didn’t give a fuck about my goddamn ugliness. Who fucking cares. Honestly being cool and different and having style and embracing your ugliness has so much much more value in the world than trying to mitigate beauty. Really. I admire women who aren’t pretty but they’re fucking rad. Chloe sivengySofia Coppola Juliette Lewis.I’ll also say that the intensity surrounding these things ebbs and flows depending on your mental state. You’re not in a good space right now so these things feel all encompassing and physically painful and traumatizing. But this isn’t a new reality you have to navigate. Its a fucked up headspace that won’t go away but will become incredibly smaller& less painful.

There's a couple things I want to say. first of all, I don't believe in playing the comparison game when it comes to people's problems. People are but a speck of dust on this Earth, but when you live here and exist in a body then you are perceiving everything from that point and it's not fair to compare your plight with someone else's. So it's completely valid that you feel this way or are experiencing life this way and I am sorry. I am sorry for all of us. Secondly, i want to believe that ugliness is really celebrated...I really do. Fact of the matter is though that all those women you listed are thin, which is the beauty standard. I've always been heavier compared to my peers so it provides no solace.

[aestheticallynrl]

Happy Pride!

The gay community…

Honestly, where do I begin? Years have come and years have gone. I have been out for 4 now. It’s been an experience coming into being myself in this community. I just want to say some special thank you’s:

To the guy who stole my heart and my virginity when I was 14. Thank you. Thank you for making me believe in myself and believing that someone cared about me just to ghost me and break me down. Thank you for messaging me 3 months later begging for nudes. Thank you for ignoring me at school everytime we saw each other in class or in the halls.

To the guy who used to mess around with me when we were 13/14 and beat me up after every time. Thank you. Thank you for never once kissing me because you said I was “ugly” even though you always wanted to touch my dick and ass. Thank you for causing me to begin flinching when people touched me. Thank you for calling me a fag every chance you got when in reality you were one, too. Thank you for going two years without talking to me just to hit me up once I had my drivers license to go on a ride with me to “apologize” but then forcing me to suck your dick.

To my friend’s dad who said he would be my gay mentor when I was 16. Thank you. Thank you for betraying my trust and drugging me and r*ping me in your pool house. Thank you for causing me to develop things I didn’t understand at the time- Bipolar disorder, PTSD, and Stockholm Syndrome. You really made my life so much easier than it already was. Thank you for being the reason I started abusing drugs.

To the guy who got into a very selective summer residential talent program with me and led me on for two months leading up until the one month program started, thank you. I mean, I’ll say at least you were there for me at a time where I really needed someone but you ended up hurting me. You telling me two days before the program started that you couldn’t be with me because you had a girlfriend the entire time really hurt. Thank you making me for special for all of that time just to find out the truth - that i’ll never be good enough. It’ll always be some beautiful girl or more attractive guy.

To the 24 year old guy who went on my first date with me when I had just turned 18. Thank you. Thank you for picking the most expensive place you could think of after I kindly offered to pay. Thank you for getting to know all about me and then leaving me like you never knew me. Thank you for setting the scene for my dating life in the gay community…

To the guy who was unbelievably kind to me at first. Thank you. Thank you for getting to know me and my insecurities just for you to fat shame me later on. Thank you for flirting with me everyday for a few months and then telling me in person that you would “never fuck someone” like me.

To the guy who asked me to come spend a wine night with him my college freshman year, who I ended up sleeping with. Thank you. Thank you for spending the whole next day with me only to make me feel crazy when on the second night in a row at your house I got super drunk and starting crying. Thank you for telling me to leave while I was blackout drunk. Thank you for blocking out my need to talk. I fell into a state of alcoholism for 3 months…

To the first guy I fell in love with. Thank you. You made realize a lot about myself and you became one of my bestfriends. But it really did hurt to have you drag me along on a string and have me thinking you loved me back when the entire time you just saw me as a friend. Thank you for looking away when I asked you if you would love me if I was my soul in a different body. Thank you for answering my question without words. I love you, bestie, but superficiality is gonna bite you in the ass one day.

To the guy who I met at the beginning of sophomore year of college who stayed up the entire night connecting with about my life and mental health problems. Thank you. Thank you for pushing me away the second you had the chance to. Thank you for rejecting the care that I once had for you. Thank you for coming back to me for one night and getting drunk with me and talking all night again just so you could leave the next day and block me. Thank you for making me feel like the blame was all on me.

To the guy who told me that I should come off of my antidepressants after opening up to him. Thank you. Thank you for making me feel talentless by telling me that I wasn’t good at something that I’ve worked my whole life developing. Thank you for telling me I would be okay without my antidepressants when you wouldn’t even respond to me once I did come off of them. I needed someone to talk to and you weren’t there.

To the guy who was so kind and respectful. Thank you. Thank you for being so nice for me for an entire month of us seeing each other only for you to come to my house, get super drunk, and end up punching the air out of me and strangling me to the point that I thought I was about to die. Thank you for giving me more PTSD than I already had. Thank you for giving me the worst valentine’s day of my life and making me hate valentine’s day.

To the guy who told me that he didn’t expect to fall so quickly because it was supposed to just be a hookup, thank you. I really did share some true, genuine, special moments with you, but I have begun to think that they were all in my head. Thank you for leading my heart on for months just for you to tell me that you were talking to a girl and you were unsure you could be with me. Thank you for telling me all of these nice things about myself (that I for once believed) just so you could destroy them all by your actions later. We weren’t in love, but we almost made it there (I think?). Thank you for leaving me with hope for months just for you to (possibly unintentionally) attempt to crush my heart, because you see, at this point, I don’t think much of anything is there to be crushed.

To all of these guys, I want to say a big thank you. Because honestly, without all of these things that have hurt me and kept me up thinking alone at night, I wouldn’t be where I am today - lost, broken, yet still going. Still trying to find my purpose. Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Or maybe my legacy is to just be a sad, pathetic excuse of a story for people tell their kids as a reason to “not “choose” being gay”. I don’t fucking know. Things aren’t really looking up, and I really do want to still have the positive outlook I used to have years ago, but life has drained me. I take my medication like i’m supposed to, but sometimes I still wake up and wish that I had died in my sleep. Life is hard. It gets better? Maybe. Perhaps in a different lifetime.

13 guys. 13 reasons. But, i’m not Hannah Baker. I don’t plan on killing myself. Let me make that clear. I just wouldn’t mind if I stopped existing.

Happy pride month! The gay community truly treats everyone well…

“Love” is “Love”

-NRL

#gay #gayman #gay sad #gay love #poetry #depression #sad #bipolar #pride month #trauma #superficial #:(

[infiniteorbits]

mortality

i've been confronting my own mortality a lot recently. its kinda fucking annoying. every single thought eventually leads to: oh my god i'm gonna die one day and all of this is gonna be over. and yeah, its true, but that doesn't make this recurring thought any less annoying.

i think the first person i remember dying was my grandmother. i was 4 or 5 and my parents had gone away on a "little vacation." when they came back they sat us down for a "family meeting," which struck me as odd; their pretending that this was simply a normal occurence when i don't think we had ever had a "family meeting" before then. they sat me and my siblings down and told us that my grandmother died. i remember bursting into tears, sobbing. i don't remember if my dad cried. i imagine he did.

there are several things that strike me now, looking back on that memory. first, the intelligence to sense something wrong. i was only five yet immediately spotted the strangeness of a "family meeting." but second, and more importantly, that i cried. maybe i'm wrong and i clearly don't remember much at that age, but to process death and recognize that it's sad seems so bizzare to me. i was so young and so little and even then i knew what death was, what it meant.

i guess it's time to get to the part that i've been dreading, the point of this. confronting it. i don't know where it came from or why but just all the time, i'm thinking and worrying about death. it's just little things that cause this boom in my stomach, like someone dropped a brick on a tent and just pushed all the air out. a weird metaphor i guess. it's not so much of the air getting sucked out but the thud and sudden absence of air as it rushes out. does that make any sense? am i making sense?

and god, it's

everywhere

i look at my 9 year old dog, who's heart is in good condition, and immediately the tent collapses with a pfoom: she is gonna die before i finish college.

my parents turned fifty and pfoom, their lives are more than halfway over.

my grandparents? pfoom.

my friends? pfoom.

an actor i like? pfoom.

pfoom. pfoom. pfoom.

i don't know why, i'm 17 and have so much more life to live (i hope). is it because of college apps? is it because my grandfather is sick and for the first time i'm realizing that he could actually die? is it all of the celebrities in the news (olivia newton-john!! i loved grease!!!)? is it just an age thing? the seventeen-scaries, u realize everyone is gonna die.

i need to stop, i keep catching myself saying "time to confront it" then going off on a tangent.

one day, i'm gonna die.

one day, my dogs are gonna die.

my friends will die.

my parents will die.

my grandparents will die.

all of it. the whole nine yards. the whole shebang. all that and a bag of chips.

groovy.

i'm not gonna cry right now but i did last night. i was petting my dog and just started crying. talking to her as she just waited for me to keep petting her. does she know? does she know she's closer to the end then the beginning? my other dog, clementine, died before her eyes, does she think about that often? i remember her looking around, waiting for her to come back. she knew clem was gone, but she couldn't believe it, just like the rest of us. and now i really wanna cry. i won't. but i really wanna.

the only thing comforting myself is this false sense of calm i can put over myself, a delusional acceptance of all of this. that death and life are natural parts of the same cycle, without death life has no meaning, and whatnot. i read something like exhalation by ted chiang and pretend that it brings me bliss. the beauty of life and death and culture and all that we have built.

but i don't wanna die. god, i don't wanna die. i don't wanna live in a world without my mom and my dad and my siblings and my dogs and my friends and my grandparents and one day my partner.

and now i'm crying. and nothing's even happened. i'm sitting in my kitchen, my family alive and well, and i'm crying. i'm wasting my life crying over this but at the same time i can't ignore it.

i wanna believe in heaven, i really truly do. i wanna believe there's some plan for me and the people i love and that we get to spend eternity together in paradise. i would give everything and anything for that to be true. i can't say it is 100% implausible, but i can't tell you that i believe that my journey will lead me to heaven.

what a cruel fucking trick life is.

and all of this leads into my journey with religion/belief or nonbelief, how awful this world is, and how depressed everything makes me.

and it's hard because i don't want this, i don't want to feel like this. the world sucks and we're all gonna die but can't i tell my brain to just leave it alone? it's inevitable!!! it's out of my control!!! there's nothing i can do about it!!!! leave me alone!!!! i want to live and be happy and not have everything spiral into everything wrong with this world but i can't.

so where do we round this off, where do we find the point to all of this. i don't wanna face my mortality, but i have to, and i face it too often to the point where its plaguing my life, religion is a scam unless it isn't and do i believe in god because maybe He exists or because of american suburbia, who knows, and i'm tricking myself into thinking everything's fine otherwise i'll go crazy but i know it's not fine and i'm tricking myself and i'm going crazy anyways.

maybe i should start seeing my therapist again. but i don't think she'll know what to do either

#tw death #tw depression #tw existentialism #tw religion #tw mortality #tw mental health #tw mentally ill #tw extensive talk of death #free form writing #prose? #journaling #diary entry #writing #prose #no beta we die like men #incoherent #stream of consciousness #Spotify

[givepie]

HEY!

A little about me post for the 2024 season, including DNI/boundaries cause bios suck.

About me

I'm a British 17yo who currently is doing Maths, Physics and Further Maths in college. I'm slow to post and update cause this usually sucks a lot out of me.

I am fairly sure I'm undiagnosed autistic. I've researched it for a good 2-3 years now, but my family and i are reluctant to get me diagnosed due to competition within careers, and the diagnosis putting me at lower odds for employers.

I am Queer! To be more specific, trans, Asexual and Grey-Biromantic. I say I identify as a trans man due to the simplicity of the terms. My gender feels a lot more complex than that, but words are hard.

I am also a chronic oversharer.

My special Interest is all things rollercoaster/theme park.

The parks I have visited are:

Walt Disney World

Universal Studios Orlando Resort

Seaworld Orlando

Busch Gardens Tampa

Camelot Theme Park

Alton Towers

Blackpool Pleasure Beach

Disneyland Paris

Thorpe Park

My list is messy as hell, but my 3 favourite coasters of all time are

Galactica, AT

Velocicoaster, IOA

Mako, SWO

My top bucket list coasters are:

1.FLY [Phantasia]

2. Taron [Phantasia]

3. Ride To Happiness [plopsa]

4. The Mummy [Universal Studios Orl]

5. Iron Gwazi [Busch Tampa]

BOUNDARIES

Don't call me by my irl name. I don't care about it irl but I consider it too personal for the internet

Don't tell me how to live my life, or try to invalidate me or whatever. I know myself better than you do, I promise.

Don't claim my art as your own

Be a dick

YOU CAN

Send me and my ocs asks. In fact, I implore that you do. I'm not likely to make the first move, but sometimes I do really want to be friends and all I need is an ask/message asking for that. Also asks are fun

Mock me - lightly. I am annoying, yes. I won't ignore that.

Tell me if I do something bigoted. I do mean well, but none of us are perfect, and I'd like to learn

Follow me even if you're in my DNI. Just don't bring attention to yourself. If I think I don't want you here, I can handle it myself.

Call me by any of my listed names, and literally any pronouns.

DNI

Transphobes, general bigots

Anyone who supports isreal. Fuck you. Ceasefire all the way

Dream [MCYT] fans/stans. Even if the claims are false, he's just kinda annoying now. DSMP/other MCYT fans are free to follow, I'm one of yall

Americans/hj

People who don't take phobias seriously

People who can't enjoy fun and whimsy ["Galactica needs a retheme it's current theme SUCKS." People basically. And ones who can't do kareoke]

Anyone who brings up age of consent more than 3 times a year.

Anyone younger than 13. Like to think there's no one like that on THIS app but you gotta be careful.

#about me #alton towers #alton towers ocs

[xxx-und34d-m3lod1c-xxx]

wow s)(e remembered to use )(er tumblr account

okay w)(atever sue me it’s my account and no one looks at it i’m pretty sure XDD I figured I’d return to my ec)(o chamber because I )(ave a lot on my mind

First off, T)(is stupid crus)(.... 

I can’t believe it’s gotten t)(is bad. I need to stop liking )(im cause I know )(e doesn’t feel t)(e same. I wis)( )(e would just tell me to go away but )(e’s too nice for that 8//

Secondly, My ex

Long story but we dated for a year and a )(alf and t)(en broke up because I )(ave to move into t)(e city after college because of my degree and )(e would not )(ave been )(appy living like t)(at. It sucked ‘cause we still loved eac)( ot)(er but I knew it would )(urt more t)(e longer we waited. I )(ave never )(ad a significant ot)(er treat me so well nor )(ave I trusted someone so muc)(. We promised to keep being best friends t)(oug)( and said we would never let a new significant ot)(er come between our friendship. w)(ic)( worked.... until I came )(ome from sc)(ool to visit my family. )(e )(ad not talked to me for about two weeks and since I was coming )(ome I offered to bring back )(is stuff and )(e didn’t )(ave to be my friend if )(e didn’t want to. )(e said )(e was sorry and )(e couldn’t wait to see me and he promised to be a better friend... I’m so stupid... once i got )(ome )(e wouldn’t even answer my texts and on t)(e last day t)(ere I found out )(e )(ad )(ad a girlfriend for 4 mont)(s... w)(ic)( we broke up 6 mont)(s prior but )(e )(ad continually said )(e didn’t want a girlfriend... worse so )(e was dating t)(e girl w)(o )(ad a crus)( on )(im and was mean to me w)(ile we were toget)(er w)(o )(e promised )(e would never like let alone date. I bet t)(ey will get married and )(ave a kid and stuff and )(e will be )(appy... w)(ic)( is good because even after all t)(is backstabbing I’d still do anything for )(im cause )(e was my best friend and I still care... but it does go to s)(ow you s)(ould never love or trust anyone because even t)(e most wonderful people will make sure you regret it...

and I )(ate I care so muc)( about people w)(o don’t even t)(ink of me

and it’s not t)(at I don’t )(ave wonderful friends and family but I am so sad of my romantic s)(ort comings. I am Bi and Demi but I am also very neurodivergent and I understand )(ow I come off as odd to people... I just want someone to watc)( Edward Scissor )(ands wit)(, Listen to my CD collection, )(old )(ands, and talk about fandom and sea creatures

BUT IN GOOD N-EWS

My band )(as our first s)(ow on October 1st!!!!! I CANT B-ELI-EV-E IT!!!!!

T)(ere is some ot)(er stuff too but t)(at’s enoug)( for now

xxx Melody xxx 8))

[jcsummerschat]

How I became a writer, part 1

When I was growing up in the 80s our TVs had a limited amount of channels. I can honestly say I witnessed the growth of television to what we have now. When you had the same basic channels, CBS, NBC, Fox … basically 2, 4, sometimes 5, 7 maybe 9, 11, and sometimes 13. 13 was that elusive one, the channel Highlander The Series went and was sometimes on at a prime time slot and sometimes at 3 am, it is where Buffy was sent too after her ratings dropped. This was before Netflix kids. PBS jumped in there somewhere. Cartoons were only on for a few hours on certain days. Most of us didn't care as much cause we were outside playing, running around, and riding bikes. You know, being kids. Those with an expensive cable box could get higher channels, like HBO and Cinemax. I remember my folks having the box in their room but being allowed to watch Fraggle Rock once in a while. This was before we learned that we could use the VCR to access higher channels, not the HBO ones but a bunch of fuzzy stuff that eventually turned into Nickelodeon, MTV, and VH1. 

As a kid, I loved The Dukes of Hazard, Hunter (with Fred Dryer and Stephanie Kramer, it was a police drama), He-man, and She-Ra (don't get me started on the abomination they have turned into, but if you want to see how they go together, look up The Secret of the Sword). At grandma's house, we also watched game shows (Jeopardy, Wheel of fortune… my science teacher was on that one), Unsolved Mysteries, and the tv movie of the week. If you are unfamiliar with the concept of The TV movie of the week, it eventually became Lifetime TV, need I say more. I watched these shows as a kid, all my life. Oh, sure there were sitcoms too, the Cosby show, 7th heaven, perfect strangers, full house, You can't do that on television… yeah the first two kinda, well, could become a tv movie of the week, all on their own. However, these are the ingredients that went into forming the way my imagination worked. Toss in Dirty Dancing, Grease, and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. I have some learning difficulties, dyslexia, and my reading and comprehension were not great. Then a friend introduced me to V. C. Andrews, The Casteel series, and I was hooked. Yes, they became lifetime movies too, I have not seen them yet and want to so bad. When Grandma saw me, at thirteen reading them, she did not say, no that is too old a book for you. She was like, you like that, I have three shelves full of her books if you want more. The first thing I ever learned in writing was from this series. See all throughout the books Tony Tatterton is a brunet, Heaven gets her hair coloring from him vs Leah and her silvery blonde. Then the last book, Leah’s book, Web of Lies, Tony is described as being blonde. I started noticing in books I read if a character is described with blue eyes then suddenly they are green and then blue again. These details became a thing and I hope beyond hope I have not made this mistake, I really tried hard to be consistent. I Keep a separate doc open that has character information, age, hair, eyes, and birthdate if it comes up. The doc is basically the cheat sheet for each book and it comes in handy when it's a series of books too and I’m like, wait what was the butler's name again, what spelling of it did I use. If I have inconsistencies it's in age or grade of school others are in. When I started writing I never intended to be a writer. I was a twenty-two-year-old with a 3rd-grade reading level. I was never told growing up I was smart. Smart would have been in my grades and they sucked. It was not until I went back to college in 2019 I got an A on any paper, assignment, or class. I think the USA school system needs a complete overhaul and that we need to stop putting so much emphasis on the grade you get determining one's intellect and thus self-worth. Collage taught me that we all learn differently. I am somewhere between a visual and audio learner. This taught me that if I have the computer read the textbook to me while I play solitaire I actually remembered it a lot better than if I read it myself two or even three times. In class, I need to see how it is done as well as do it for it to sink in. How many of us would have done 100% better in elementary school if we had the ability to put on headphones and let the book read to us, or even to go out and walk the track while listening to the book? Why is it we wait until college to realize we have suffered and struggled with something that could have been easy for us?

#writers #series books #J.C.Summers #writing problems

[absveria]

The best decision I made this year was quitting service industry and considered a new career path.

I studied 4 years of hospitality, graduated with latin honor, and yes, I do love being a service to others. I love how faces lit up when you contributed something that makes their day. I love making other people special and important. ( i guess people-pleasing is a skill too lol )

But as much as I love it, my introverted, hypersensitive self can’t handle the simulation of everyday. I remember rushing in to the bathroom almost everyday just to throw up cause my anxiety is up to the roof. I feel like my belly being turned upside down and I have to go back out there, talk to people like I’m fine cause that’s what I’m paid for. Just the thought at night that I’m coming in to work already drained the hell out of me. I conserve my energy by avoiding talking to people as much as I can, and yet somehow, at the end of the day, I go home empty. Also, my panic attacks which I only experienced once or twice in college, became too frequent it became normal.

Trust me, I tried. I don’t want to throw away my 4 years worth of sacrifice. I tried to make it work. Be it in the kitchen, cafes and even sushi bars. There’s no spark.

One night, I prayed to God if He could give me a sign (i’m a sucker for signs judge me).

Next day, I saw on Pinterest a japanese kanji that says, “you know, the things you don’t want to do, you don’t have to do after all…” and I snapped.

I remembered I have total control in my life but I was not brave enough.

I did it scared.

I moved out of Nashville.

My first love city. I had two friends with me and that was more than enough ( we all need therapy btw ). I started breaking my own rules. In fact, I got rid of them. I ruined the routine I boxed myself in. I finally had the courage to leave people in their place. I realized I can’t take everything/everyone with me. I dropped the dead weights and moved on. It’s insane how I just started seeing my potential when all this time, I just felt I don’t mount to much. I am, indeed, capable and lovable. When you feel bad, most likely is, you are surrounded by bad things.

So to people like me; ( or will be soon, purya layo lol )

We’re young and we have time. Stop believing that you don’t. Live slowly and head to warm life. Enough with being cool. You’ll be one when you’re dead. For now, bask a lil more under the sunlight. Nurture your relationships whether familial, romantic or platonic. It’s okay if you don’t have all three. Never rush when it comes to love :)

- Jeremiah 17:9

Trust your gut cause that’s probably your guardian angel. Learn a new skill and don’t be frustrated if you suck at it first ( or that’s just me? lol )

Always go. Travel expands your space. You will be humbled with experiences. That’s your teacher.

Meet new people. You never know the power of connections. When taking the risk, especially financially, always test the water with one foot ( learned it the hard way.) Don’t invest your time and energy on people that doesn’t align with your values. It’s a waste and impractical like seriously.

Read!!! I can’t emphasize this enough. In our generation, the access to education is one google away. Learning is a lifelong goal. Don’t miss out!

Let people judge you!

It’s funny how we, humans, naturally judge others for sinning differently. I personally knew people who post bible verses online and goes to church every Sunday yet, their actions tell otherwise.

Let others give you stink eye or cringe to death. When you do you, right people goes out all the way from the other side of the globe, to be with you. You are that special.

Keep being a rockstar!

[roniscloud]

psh - love affair

park sunghoon [f. 8516 words] love affair

so when i’m gonna know what to feel inside, baby?

maybe it’s just all in my head, so

don’t overthink, this is love

maybe it’s just a crush

baby, is this your love affair, your love affair?

synopsis: what happens when two childhood best friends make a deal to help each other’s reputations? an unforeseen circumstance prompts sunghoon to approach you, intriguing not just you but practically every other student at your college. you believe your reunion with him can only end in one of two ways: you resort back to being friends and go on with your lives, or you use each other and once you’re both done, you fall out and never talk again. how will you two navigate your companionship? is it just the nostalgia coming up? a revival of feelings? a new crush? could it possibly be actual love?

genre + tropes : fluff. comedy. the slightest angst. childhoodbestfriends!au. enemiestolovers!au. college!au. fakedating!au. 

warnings: fem reader. a little swearing. slightly suggestive themes, sorta. a few cliches. mentions of underage drinking. the american collegiate school calendar. does them geeking out over fantasy/sci-fi sagas need a warning? unknown mutual pining. they’re so helplessly clueless of their feelings. also appearances of the rest of enha plus txt.

i. prologue

if someone told you that you would reconnect with your childhood best friend—let alone date him, you would’ve laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. park sunghoon is bad news. well, at least to you he is. one of the infamous campus playboys, you can spot him around the quad flirting with a different girl practically every day. 

but to you, he couldn’t have been anymore unlike the sunghoon you grew up with. you grew up with the sunghoon who couldn’t stand being around others, mind always focused on his own interests. you knew him as the little shy boy who would hide behind his mom whenever new people came around. the first person he opened up to was you. you can blame your mom for that. you can vaguely remember her words, something along the lines of mrs. park and i have been friends for longer than you have been alive. when we found out we were both expecting, we knew you two were destined to be besties. 

she was right. everyone thought you were two peas in a pod. wherever one of you went, the other followed. always stuck together, like true partners in crime. your close bond stuck for years. if anyone needed you, you’d most likely be found in the seats of sunghoon’s ice skating practices and competitions, cheering him on and being obnoxiously loud. likewise, he always attended your showcases, spending hours complimenting your artwork.

but then the villain of everyone’s lifetime eventually appeared. puberty. 

alas, your friendship did what anyone could predict of a couple of preteens entering high school. the usual “no matter what we’re gonna stick together!” leading to “sorry for blowing you off, got really busy,” to the imminent “what happened to us? we used to be so close,” and eventually the end of it all. senior year, the two of you attempted to leave on a good note. by that, you mean your parents made both of you apply to the same colleges to have a chance at sticking together. well, it worked, you got into the same university. funny how the universe does things.

back to present day, you’re now in your second year at hybe university. let’s just say, sunghoon isn’t the only one who went through a personality change. sunghoon traded his late night practices on the ice to one-night stands at frat parties. you, on the other hand, traded your once outgoing and fun-loving persona for a more… cold grunge meets artsy introvert. overall, let’s just say you both have reputations for not being the most approachable people. well at least you still have one thing in common.

ii. the cafe

the busy campus cafe was roaring with study groups filling every table. the aroma of fresh coffee and tea being brewed filling the air, creating a warm atmosphere—contrast to the cold winter weather just outside the walls. the college students scattered around, just like their minds scattered as they prepare for finals. not immune to the dreaded time of year, a group of four boys enter, immediately grabbing the attention of those already nestled inside.

a quick roll call of the four known by the student body as en-4, a combination of the dance crew name enhypen and the notorious f4. lee heeseung—the campus heartthrob, captain of the dance crew, center of the basketball team, and an unknown hopeless romantic. park jongseong, although everyone calls him jay—the resident bad boy and party animal, but those close to him know that he’s actually the responsible one. sim jaeyun, otherwise referred to as jake—the friendly and flirty frat boy who you can catch playing soccer in the quad almost every day. finally, park sunghoon—the handsome heartbreaker. he doesn’t need more of an introduction.

the four of them make their way to the counter, placing their orders. of course jake doesn’t miss his chance to sound extra sweet and send a quick wink to the barista, getting elbowed by heeseung in the process. after getting their drinks, they look around to see almost no where to sit. not a single table to fit all of them was available. 

in one of the tucked away areas, sunghoon spots an empty seat at a smaller table. the only catch was there was someone sitting across from it, hunched forward over her laptop. he can’t see much of her figure but he immediately recognizes her features. it’s you. well, a more mature and grown up you, but he couldn’t forget that face for the life of him.

sunghoon’s feet drag himself across the crowded room, catching the attention from the neighboring groups he passed but sneaking away quiet enough to not alarm his own friends. the three are too caught up arguing about what to do. sunghoon can hear the faint voice of jay suggesting going somewhere else while the other two shoot him down as he walks further away. he makes his way all the way up to your side. you look up, scanning him, confused but unamused. “this seat taken?” the first words he said in a year and half to you. still not not giving him any emotion, you hesitantly shake your head once, immediately bringing your focus back to your essay.

ignoring him only works for so long, his gaze not leaving the top of your head. you can feel his stare piercing into you, finally meeting his eyes. “what’s your deal?” the irritation and bluntness in your tone is all too evident.

he shrugs and answers nonchalantly, “nothing, just go along with it.” his answer is hushed, almost as if he’s a bit embarrassed.

“what are you trying to pull here, park?”

“can i not just sit here and peacefully drink my latte? am i that disturbing to you?”

“considering that the second you started walking in this direction, everyone had their eyes on us, then yes, you are that disturbing.”

“they’re not looking at us.” he pauses before continuing with his rant, “they’re looking at you.”

“and why the hell do you think that is?”

“they’re all trying to figure out what could possibly be so interesting about you that i would choose this seat.” he says it like it’s the most obvious answer.

you scoff and turn to see the lingering stares of the others in the cafe. “well, if it isn’t the god park sunghoon being as humble as ever, gracing me with his presence and having mercy on a peasant like me.” the sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom.

he smiles warmly at your animosity and chuckles. “i’ve always loved your sense of humor.”

“funny cause i’ve always despised yours. i’m gonna ask one more time. what do you want, park?”

he only shrugs. hesitating before responding again, “i like it here. i like talking to you. it’s familiar… comfortable.” he sees your expression change subtly. it’s only for a second before you regain the prior look. he tries to read you. he caught you off guard and his pride brings a smirk to his face. 

by now, he finally tunes back into the situation around him and can feel his phone going off in his jean pocket. he pulls out the phone to see dozens of notifications, quickly stealing a glance back up at you to see that you’re already back to typing away on the previously forgotten assignment. he laughs as he sees the boys blowing up their group chat asking what he was doing. he looks up, finding the three sitting at a cramped booth with shock and confusion written all over them.

“enjoying the attention?” your turn to break the silence. when he turns back to you, you continue, “you’re no stranger to it but you’ve always loved it.” he gives you a slow nod, turning the question back to you. you answer him, “you know that it’s not my forte.”

“and why is that? scared people will get to know the real you?”

“oh please, like you aren’t afraid of me exposing all the dirt i have on you. imagine the buzz i could create with all of your old baby pics.”

he jolts up from his relaxed position, eyebrows raised, and completely on edge, “you wouldn’t dare.”

you lean forward in your seat, elbow resting on the table, cheek resting in your palm, and chuckle, “try me.” the words leaving your mouth quickly and a smile immediately replacing it.

“you’re finally smiling at me. good to know you still have emotions.” he gets you to laugh again. you spend the next 20 minutes catching up. looks like you two kept more in common than you thought. things run smoothly between the two of you, some of your old memories and inside jokes being brought up. “why didn’t this happen sooner?”

“what, us talking? i mean, you and i stopped running in the same crowd and school got the best of us. i will admit, though, freshman year sucked without you.”

he sighs when he hears your admission. “how about this? a proposition. i’m sure you’re aware that i don’t have the best reputation.”

you cut him off, “you can say that again.”

“haha, very funny,” he throws in another sarcastic comment. “you know you’re not exactly the most approachable either. hate to be the one to break it to you but you’re pretty intimidating.” he notices the expression on your face turned into one of annoyance at his last statement, “don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true.”

you dismiss the slight jab, telling him to continue. what you don’t expect is the next four words to come out of his mouth. “go out with me.” he sees your face drop, “oh come on, stop looking at me like that.”

“so i see, a little bit of time without me and you go insane.”

“look, i don’t mean actually date me, i mean… pretend to.”

again, you stare at him like he grew another head. “you want me to fake-date you? what are we, in a k-drama now? sorry hoon, you’re attractive but i would’ve preferred hwang in-youp or song kang.”

now he’s a bit annoyed, answering cockily, “i am so much better looking than them.”

“you wish.”

his jaw drops for a few seconds and then he chuckles. “i’m serious, think about it. we go out and spend time with each other like old times. i don’t look like i’m so incapable of being in a committed relationship and you don’t look like such a loner. no offense.”

“offense taken… but i see your point.”

“see, look at you using that smart brain of yours. this would be no strings attached. just two friends helping each other out while simultaneously deceiving everyone else. i know how much you love tricking others.”

you sit quietly, weighing the pros and cons in your head. “deal.”

iii. bro code

a few days later, sunghoon sits in his shared apartment with the boys, slumped on the couch as they eat dinner. “why are you guys so against it? i thought you wanted to see me in a relationship and now that i’m in one, you guys don’t approve. make it make sense. i should be free to date whoever i want.”

“yeah dude,” pausing to take a bite of his burger, “we get that.” jay answers, seeing how defensive his friend is getting.

jake interejects, “we respect your choices, but like… her? of all the girls that are falling at your feet, you chose her? the one that has no interest in you at all? i know you’re powerful but i don’t get how you managed to pull that off.”

“i feel like you could’ve consulted us about it first. bro code, man.” heeseung says as he shrugs his shoulders and sips on his soda.

“that’s kinda why i like her, because she isn’t all over me like the others. she’s cute and fun to hang out with. just give her a chance. honestly, what’s the worst that could happen? we go out and it doesn’t work. no harm in trying….”

that seems to do the trick as the boys lay off from the topic, going back to their own dinners and watching the latest episode of the penthouse.

later that night, sunghoon leaves their dorm to meet up with you. you agreed earlier that if you needed to meet up and talk that you’d go to the art department. perks of being an art major allows you a studio to spend your time in, secluded from the outside world. in this case, you and sunghoon don’t have to worry about nosy roommates.

when he arrives, he makes sure to take the back entrance like you mentioned. he makes his way through the deserted halls, glancing at each room he passes, and taking note of the various pieces framed along the corridor walls. he gets to the end of the building, finding a studio decorated with your name on the door. he silently enters. you don’t notice him at first with your back against the entrance and the music playing too loud through your airpods, focused on molding the clay on the pottery wheel. he grabs an empty stool, propping it beside you and taking a seat. he takes off one of your airpods, putting it in his own ear.

you finally turn your head towards him, “how long ago did you get here?”

“just now. how long were you waiting?”

you sit up, facing his direction. “i had a couple of classes today and came here to finish some stuff, been here for… what time is it?”

“um… almost 11.”

“then like four hours.”

“you’ve been working on that for four hours? what even is it, and when did you start doing pottery?” he points at the unfinished ceramic.

“not just that. i had some paintings that i needed to finish for my portfolio and those are in a separate room to dry. this,” you refer to the clay, “is just something i’m working on for fun. i got into it cause one of my profs suggested i try another medium.”

he nods along while you explain. “you can keep working on it while we talk.”

you hum in confirmation and turn back to the wheel, rewetting your wands. “so how do we make this believable? seems like people already know. word spreads quick when it comes to you.”

“we just need to act like a couple. so hanging out, going on dates, posting each other here and there, and being affectionate.”

“wow you finally found an excuse to kiss me,” you laugh as you joke with him, him following suit. “sounds reasonable, not much different from how we were as kids, just now we have to call them dates.”

“shouldn’t cause too many problems. just don’t fall in love with me, babe.”

you smile at the new nickname, “likewise, hoon.” you continue throwing the clay, molding it to your desired shape. you hyperfocus on the sculpture, tuning out the boy sitting next to you as he watches—he catches on that you still have the habit of pouting whenever you work on your art. you hunch forward, letting some of your hair fall in front of your face. too caught up, you don’t notice that sunghoon left his seat to stand behind you. he takes your locks and ties it into a messy ponytail. you snap out of your tunnel vision to ask, “why do you just have a hair tie handy?”

“i always had to carry some around for you because you always lost them. i never grew out of it, i guess.” he grins warmly, “do you remember how many times you had complained when you would get paint in your hair and i would have to clean it up for you?”

“how could i forget?” the night ends with more laughs and reminiscing on your childhood. time really does fly faster than you think.

iv. rated pg

the bell rings as you and sunghoon enter the convenience store. you two are discussing the movie you two just watched as you walk through the aisles. 

you split up agreeing to meet back at the register. you make your way to the drinks in the back while sunghoon goes to get snacks. you grab an iced jasmine tea for yourself and an iced vanilla latte for hoon. sunghoon yells over the stands as he browses, “hey, what should i caption for my insta post?”

you respond loudly, “i don’t know, something related to movies.”

sunghoon looks at the picture on his phone: a photo of you two snuggled up in the theater, most of your face hidden in his hoodie. he types in quickly “rated pg for park’s girl <3”, hits post, and goes back to browsing. he goes to grab bento boxes, honey butter chips, candy jellies, and practically everything his eyes landed on. 

when you make it to the cashier, you see sunghoon with his arms full. “you good there, park?”

a muffled “yup” is heard behind all the food.

you look around, walking away when you find what you needed. going closer to him, “why didn’t you just grab a basket?” you start to take some things from his arms, lightening his load. 

“i… uh… didn’t think of it.” he pauses in between, an embarrassed expression adorning his face. you giggle as you take everything to be rung up, missing how his ears turned red. you catch the worker’s name on his tag, jungwon. before you can take out your wallet to pay, sunghoon’s already entering his card into the machine. you whip your head around, ready to tell him off. “nope, do not look at me like that.” you roll your eyes at him as you grab the bag with what you just bought. 

“oh come on… you can’t seriously be mad at me.” no response from you. “really? the silent treatment?” he scoffs jokingly when you cross your arms against your chest. he comes closer to bend down and wrap his arms around your waist. “it’s snacks. it’s not that big of a deal.”

you release yourself from his grasp and walk out of the store, still faking being mad. you mumble, “whatever,” under your beath but still loud enough for him to hear.

he bids jungwon a quick “have a nice night”, not missing him calling the two of you a cute couple. sunghoon meets up with you outside, already sitting on the curb of the parking lot. 

v. pretty boy

the start of a new semester. en-4 are sitting out on the grass of the quad. surrounding them are various groups of students, typical for the buzzing campus on a crisp spring day.

“you need to cook the noodles first. end of discussion.” jake says sternly. he and heeseung are in a heated argument over the proper order of cooking ramen.

heeseung defends himself, “you are so wrong. you make the broth first to build the flavor.”

jay brings his attention up from his phone, “neither of you should be allowed anywhere near a kitchen.”

out of nowhere, a loud car horn is heard, drawing the attention of every student in the area. sunghoon looks up to find you leaning against the passenger door of your car and yelling, “hey, pretty boy! get in.” he chuckles at both the label and how bossy you sound, turning to his friends to grab his things. the three of them are stunned at him.

jake breaks first, “wait, what?”

heeseung lets go of his argument with the australian, “dude, are you seriously leaving?”

sunghoon only nods as he walks away, not letting them ask any more questions. he notices all the watching eyes and decides why not put on a show? he shouts out to you, “thought i was picking you up later, babe.” he makes sure to emphasize the nickname as his infamous smirk tells you exactly what his intentions are.

“lecture ended early, love. prof had some emergency. thought why not surprise you…” you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he reaches you and let him lay a quick peck on your cheek. “now come on, i’m taking you out on a date so either hop in or lose your chance. your choice but i don’t have that much patience so hurry up.”

“yes, ma’am,” he leans in closer and guides his hands lower from your waist. “but i’m driving,” he says as he sneakily takes your keys from your back pocket, 

“you sly fox.” he laughs at the new nickname as he opens the door, letting you sit down before closing it. he makes his way around the hood, noting that all attention is still on you two. he meets eyes with his friends again, the three looking much like the faces he saw in the cafe almost six weeks ago. as he buckles in and starts the car, you rest your hand on top of his on the gear shift. he raises his eyebrows and gives you a charming smile. “by the way, why’s your friend looking at me like that?”

he looks back up to face the boys, “which one?”

“jay. since we started doing this, he keeps looking at me weird—like weirder than the others.”

he tilts his head to the side when he realizes that jay is indeed looking in your direction, but his eyes are focused solely on you. “jay is… how should i put this? you know what i’ll tell you later. for now, tell me where to?”

vi. jukebox

the hazy red glow of the neon lights and checkered tiled floors welcomed you as you led sunghoon into the local diner. this place was a staple in your childhood, your go-to hangout spot with the aforementioned boy when you were still in your youth. 

“i will say, this is a nice surprise.”

you look up to sunghoon as he sits across from you in the vinyl booth seat, “i knew you would love it.” you laugh with each other as you get situated, seeing a young but tall—why is he so tall? he looks like he’s only a teenager—server coming towards your table.

“hey, i’m niki and i’ll be taking care of you guys today,” the giant says cheerfully. “anything i can start you guys with?”

sunghoon looks up at the boy to take your order swiftly, “two strawberry milkshakes, please.” you watch as niki nods and walks back to the counter.

“well, well, well, park… you remembered?” you question teasingly with a cocked eyebrow.

“you’ve always had a sweet tooth. no wonder you loved me so much,” his turn to turn up the typical park sunghoon charm.

you scrunch your face in annoyance, “you should become a comedian.”

“i will never get tired of your sarcasm. it really just… keeps me going.” his way of joking back. “stay here. i’ll be right back,” he says quickly as he looks behind you and gets out of his seat.

you wait patiently for him, assuming he’s just going to the restroom. unbeknownst to you, sunghoon is making his way to the jukebox on the other side of the restaurant. he flips through the song list, finally finding the one he wants. he quickly puts in the coins and sets it in the queue. as he turns to go back to you, he sees an engraving on the side. he runs his fingers along it as he inspects the writing. property of sunghoon and y/n. he thinks back to your last day of eighth grade when you two etched the label onto the wood. he joyfully walks back to your table, ready to let you know about the memory. he sits next to you now, resting his arm behind you and around your back,

“what took you so long, park?”

right as he’s about to explain, niki comes to your table, “two strawberry milkshakes. anything else i can get you two?”

you turn your head quickly to the boy sitting next to you, seeing his eyes are already focused on yours. “um… no, i, uh, think we’re good.” you stumble and stutter a bit. you watch him as he nods his head and walks away. regaining your composure, you ask sunghoon again, “so what did take you so long?”

once again, he gets interrupted. the sound of “purpose” by justin bieber playing over the speakers makes him stop. he gives you a second to register the song, “that’s why.”

you tilt your head down and look at him quizzically, “really? this is why?” you reach to your drink, sipping on the straw as you wait for his answer.

he mirrors your movement, nodding his head in confirmation. he too drinks from the tall glass, contrary to your use of a straw, he opts to drink straight from the rim. he pulls the milkshake away, leaving some on his upper lip.

you burst into quiet laughter, turning your gaze away to not spit out your own shake.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “what’s so funny?”

you turn back to him, “you got a little something there, park.” you wipe away the liquid from his face with your thumb, popping into your own mouth to clean it up.”there, all good now.”

sunghoon freezes in his spot, trying to comprehend what just happened. it’s quick but he feels something. trying to shake off the foreign feeling, he turns to face forward again. he feels you lean into him, head resting on his chest. a small grin appears on his face, humming along to the justin bieber tune still playing.

“i missed hearing you sing.”

sunghoon looks down at the crown of your head, “really? you used to always tease me about it, though.”

you shake your head with a light laugh, “i never meant it. whenever you sang, it always calmed me. i used to think… if you didn’t pursue skating, you could’ve been a singer.”

“and then what? i would bring you around on tour everywhere and sneak you in backstage?”

“that could’ve been fun.” you now laugh louder than before, him along with you.

there it is again. sunghoon’s not sure what it is, trying to suppress the odd emotion. he sits there, cuddling up to you in the booth, finishing the strawberry milkshakes, just hoping you can’t hear the way his heart starts to beat faster.

sitting at the bar, snacking on fries, and trying to not be seen by you two are heeseung, jay, and jake. they ask themselves would they really be considered sunghoon’s friends if they didn’t follow them and stake out their date.

vii. nerds

sunghoon picked you up from the art department today. he showed up about ten minutes too early, and he got permission from your instructor to monitor your class from the back. he waited outside the door while you cleaned up, earning a few prying looks from your peers as they exited. as you drove back to his place, you agreed to have a movie marathon. 

opening the door to his dorm, you say “we are watching star wars. luke, leia, and han solo are a way better trio than three child magicians.”

sunghoon defends his choice, “first of all, they’re wizards. second, i’m offended. harry, ron, and hermione use magic with their wands. all star wars has is weird weapons and robots.”

“they’re literally in space and excuse you, but does something called—oh, i don’t know—the force ring any bells? they’re jedis, duh.” you rolls your eyes, making your annoyance clear.

sunghoon stops in the hall, “harry potter has spells and potions.”

“star wars has chewbacca.” you stand next to him with your arms crossed.

definitively and matter-of-factly, sunghoon says, “quidditch.”

“you can’t seriously believe quidditch is praiseworthy?” you look at him crazily.

“you two are such nerds.”

you both freeze, turning to see the rest of en-4 sitting in the living room. in the midst of your argument, you both failed to notice the others were home. you realize that jay was the one to stop you two. you also realize it’s the dreaded time for the best friends to finally meet the “girlfriend”. sunghoon seems to realize it as well, reaching to intertwine your hands to both sell the act to his roomates and to calm you down.

he leads you into the living room, meeting eyes with the boys. “so… guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend.”

“it’s so nice to finally meet you! i��m jake. sunghoon here has been holding out on us. i mean, come on, it’s been like two months and he still hasn’t introduced you to us.” the australian continues on with his energetic and positive ramble, asking you questions about your relationship.

heeseung butts in to tell jake to slow down. “i’m heeseung. jake’s right though, you two started dating before winter break and we’re barely meeting you now. sunghoon is always hanging out with you and telling us everything about it. honestly, all i can tell you is to run while you still can.” the others all laugh at his antics.

sunghoon scoffs, “hey, i’m not that bad.”

you excuse yourself to get a drink from the kitchen. you can hear jake spitting out more questions like rapid fire to sunghoon as you walk away. you reach into the fridge, fishing out a water bottle.

behind you, jay enters quietly. “you two are cute together.”

you flinch at his voice, “geez, dude. almost gave me a heart attack.”

he chuckles under his breath and leans against the counter, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. i met sunghoon at freshman orientation and we immediately became friends, but i’ve never seen him like this.”

“really hoping you mean that in a good way.”

“don’t worry, it is. you know… he only has a soft spot for you. the three of us are his best friends but he only ever smiles like that with you.” he sways his head back and forth as he rambles, taking a pause between his words. “stay with him. it’ll be good for everyone.”

you smile at his approval, “you wanna know something? he actually said you would be the hardest to win over. he said something about you being super protective over your friends… yet, at the same time you trust their judgement. he told me that when he and i got together, he wasn’t scared to tell you but more worried as to if you would like me.”

he smiles with you now, “that all he said about me?” he asks while raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

“he also mentioned that you’re a good cook.”

viii. proud

a professor of yours is holding their annual spring showcase for contemporary art. every year, a handful of students are chosen to join and display their art amongst other renowned artists. you happen to be one of the few, a top contender chosen for your abilities.

you’ve invited your friends, including en-4 to come by the studio and see your work—albeit a bit nervous for their reactions. you stand on watch by your section, greeting the patrons and waiting for the boys to arrive.

thankfully, they show up within the first hour of the gallery opening. they each show up looking professional and chic, sporting all-black fits—most likely at the hands of jay. sunghoon immediately finding you and leading the way for the rest. you welcome them in, explaining your collection, the concentration being “vulnerability.” the works are a mix of several mediums, majority being oil paint, each displaying a closeup of various people. the paintings show their bare faces, imperfections and blemishes with nothing to hide.

the night continues with more and more passing by, complimenting your collection. by the time the exhibition ends, you and sunghoon are the only ones left in the studio. he’s stayed in the same spot, eyeing one piece incredibly closely. throughout the entire showcase, he had kept going back to the one canvas. you join his side, linking your arm with his. “this one is my favorite,” you hear him say.

you look up to meet his eyes, “why this one?”

“because…  it’s you.” you takes your arm out and moves to stand behind you, now wrapping himself around you and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. he holds your hands in his, “i am so proud of you. times like this, i am proud to call you my best friend.” he turns his head, kissing you once on your jaw, and then pulling slightly back to kiss you again on the cheek.

you turn around, hugging him closer with your arms around his shoulders, “thank you.” you hold each other for a few minutes. when you pull away, you lock eyes. you feel your heart beating against your chest and your breathing getting faster. you snap back to reality when you feel sunghoon’s lips on yours. you’re not sure why you tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him back or why he grabs onto your waist while backing you into the wall. he continues placing pecks on the corner of you lips, creating a trail down to your neck. when you let out a sigh and say his name, he stops. there he stands, a few feet in front of you, awkward and unsure of what to do next.

he breaks the silence, “it’s late. i should drive you back home.” he watches as you slowly nod your head. the drive back to your apartment was dead silent. you tried to occupy yourself by looking out the window.

when he drops you off, he bids you a quick goodnight. “um… text me when you get back home.” sunghoon just looks forward, muttering “ok” before leaving.

in the elevator, you look at your reflection on the metal doors. you make your way inside your place and take a seat on your bed. your mind is too busy reliving the moments with sunghoon before. you try to comprehend what you should do but find yourself too tired, instead falling asleep and missing his text.

ix. spring break

it’s currently the middle of april and the boys have made you an honorary member of en-4. you and sunghoon have been pretending to be a couple and successfully tricking everyone for the last four months.

everyone has the week off for spring break. jay, being the generous guy he is, rented out a cabin in the mountains for the now five members of your friend group. you all rode in one car on the way up, and you totally didn’t fall asleep in the middle seat while cuddling into sunghoon’s side. 

you all decide to settle into your rooms once you arrive. “so there are four rooms, two downstairs and two upstairs.” jay pauses, looking towards you and sunghoon, “i assume that you’ll be fine sharing one.”

you immediately answer, “yeah, for sure.” you look to see sunghoon avoiding your gaze, sensing knowing looks from the others. sunghoon and you already guessed that they would make the two of you share a room and truthfully, neither of you minded. growing up together meant a lot of sleepovers and sharing beds so this was no problem.

he continues on, “great, you guys can take the master bedroom on the second floor cause it has the most space. i’ll take the room next to you, heeseung and jake can take the two down here.”

everyone agrees and sets off to their assigned rooms. you and sunghoon drop your bags onto the mattress, starting to unpack. the interior is spacious, the tall glass sliding doors allow lots of natural light to come in. the room itself is cozy, king size bed with matching bedside tables, and a big fluffy area rug. you’re too distracted to notice that sunghoon has gone outside to the balcony. he leans against the railing, taking in the scenic views and the breeze, basking in the setting rust-colored sun. when you finally realize that he’s not next to you anymore, you silently make you way onto the balcony, wrapping your arms around sunghoon from behind.

he tenses up at the sudden contact, relaxing when he realizes it’s you. there it is again, his heart is acting up like at the diner. he’s noticed it more often—the way that whenever he sees you, his heart beats differently. this weird feeling in his chest, this warmth that only shows up around you. he gets lost in his thoughts, envisioning what could become of your situation.

“what’s got you so lost?”

your voice snaps him back to reality. he turns around to face you, “uh… nothing, just thinking.”

just when you want to question him further and talk about what happened at the showcase, a knock is heard on the door. sunghoon walks away, going to open the door. both of you can feel the awkward tension when he leaves his spot. 

“hey, we’re kinda hungry so we’re gonna order some food and watch a movie downstairs,” jake informs you two when the door opens. “feel free to come down and join whenever.”

“yeah, we’ll be down in a bit,” sunghoon tells him as heeseung nods before leaving you two alone again. you both finish getting settled before heading downstairs. you gather around the couch as ponyo plays on the tv and you reach for a tray of sushi. 

the night continues, the moon sitting high amongst the stars. after the movie, dinner, and some drinking games, everyone retires to their respective rooms. you plop yourself onto the bed, tired after the day’s activities. you hear sunghoon getting something from his bag along with the rustling of some plastic. you crane your head up to see him approaching you. he sits on the edge of the bed, now with fluffy headbands and face masks in hand.

you scoot back a bit, “nope. no way you are getting me to do that.”

he laughs lightly at your antics, “oh come on… let me take care of you, at least just for tonight. please.” he gives you a pleading look with pursed lips, dragging out the “please” to show how desperate he is. 

that was the deciding point that led to a spa night. you both changed into comfier clothes, you borrowed one of his hoodies and sweatpants. sunghoon got settled in closer to you and you reached for his wrist to grab one of the elastic bands. you adjusted your position to sit on your knees, reaching up to tie his hair back. he, on the other hand, took one of the headbands to bring your hair back and away from your face. 

by the time midnight rolled around, you two were snuggled under the comforter with face masks, surrounded by junk food, and on the fourth episode of some random netflix show. as the night continues, a wave of sleep starts to overtake both of you. you help each other take off the masks and clean up, getting distracted every few minutes because one of you would start messing around. the boys had stopped by to say goodnight, catching you two in the middle of a mild pillow fight. after sending them off, you fall asleep in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of your shared embrace. heeseung had snuck in at one point and stole a few quick pictures to tease you two with.

the dawn breaking through the sheer curtains causes you to stir in bed. you turn to see the alarm clock on the nightstand say 6:02. untangling yourself from sunghoon’s grasp, you sneak outside. you climb up to sit on the rooftop, feeling the cool chill of the dewy morning. the time alone gives you a sense of serenity.

meanwhile, sunghoon moves under the covers, confused why he can’t feel you. his eyes open and he doesn’t find a trace of you in the room. worried, he gets up and quietly searches the house, making sure to not wake the others. he goes into the backyard, seeing a shadow on the ground with an unusual shape. he looks up to find you perched on the roof, facing the opposite direction. he eventually climbs up to sit next to you. he hesitates before getting closer and putting his arm around you. you sigh as you lean into him. there you both stay, watching the sun come over the horizon in a comfortable silence.

x. disaster averted

the following week, you all return to campus. needless to say, the break was well used—the days at the cabin mostly being spent at the lake or around the campfire. another day spent hanging out at en-4’s dorm after classes. sunghoon went out to pick up food for everyone. you are in his room, trying to cram for an upcoming test and failing miserably because the other three are all playing fifa way too loud.

while the boys are playing, the doorbell rings. jay gets up to check who it is, seeing a young girl and immediately recognizing her. he lets in yeji, sunghoon’s little sister. she casually joins the boys around the tv, catching up on whatever has been happening in their lives. sunghoon arrives back home within twenty minutes. 

“i’m back with the food,” he shouts out loud enough for everyone to hear including you behind his closed bedroom door. he places the plastic bags on the table, looking up to see another face. “yeji? what are you doing here?”

she gets up to greet her brother, giving him a hug, “it’s my spring break and i wanted to stop by.” sunghoon then realizes that his family doesn’t know about him becoming friends with you again or about your current situation. he drags her into the kitchen hurriedly, “ok so here’s the thing… you remember y/n?”

“of course! she’s like my big sister.”

his breath gets caught in his throat for a second, “yeah, don’t call her that. anyways, her and i are friends again,” he sees yeji’s eyes widen with excitement and continues with his explanation before she can cut him off, “and she’s my girlfriend.”

“what?!”

sunghoon panics and covers her mouth with his palm, “fake girlfriend!” he rushes out the whisper. “the guys don’t know that our relationship isn’t real and i’d like to keep it that way. they don’t even know that we were friends beforehand. yeji, i’m begging you to go along with it. please do this for me.” he clasps his hands together in front of him with a pleading expression.

the young girl crosses her arms in front of her and pretends to think about it, “hmm… fine.”

sunghoon blurts out a chant of “thank you’s” not knowing that his sister only agreed cause she always thought that you and sunghoon would’ve been a good couple. he tells her to help the others set the table while he goes to you. he quickly explains what’s happening and you’re just excited that you get to see yeji again. you both leave his room and you make your own way to the living room, spotting the other girl and exchanging glances.

yeji stops what she’s doing to turn and face you, “who’s this?”

you answer back casually, “y/n. i’m a friend of the boys, and you are?”

“yeji, sunghoon’s younger sister.” she says it proudly, bringing a grin to the aforementioned boy.

“oh, you’re yeji? hoon was right… you are pretty.”

she tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow, questioning you “why would he tell you about me?”

jake chimes in like it’s second nature, “i mean, why wouldn’t he tell his girlfriend about his sister?” he states like it’s so obvious. “they’ve been together since december.”

“girlfriend?” she takes a step back in false shock, “since december? why didn’t i know about this?” 

“what? i don’t seem like your brother’s type?”

“it’s not that. i’m just surprised he managed to get and keep a girlfriend. you’re like, way out of his league and he’s a loser.” one thing to know about yeji is that as much as she loves him, she will never miss a chance to tease her brother. 

with a scoff, you finally hear sunghoon join in beside you, “not gonna lie, that one hurt a little.”

“i’m so telling mom,” she says with a mischievous smirk.

you laugh at sunghoon’s shocked face and smile at the younger park, “i like you, i think we’ll get along just fine.”

“i like you, too.” she looks at sunghoon, “keep her.”

everyone laughs at the interaction as they settle in to eat. sunghoon sits to your right while yeji sits on your left, wondering how his two favorite girls learned to be such good actresses.

xi. returning the favor

fast forward another month, the end of the semester means the dreaded finals week again. sunghoon has been, for lack of a better word, slacking on some of his classes and is now juggling to prepare for exams and revisions. couple that with yeji telling his mom about your “relationship” and her nonstop questions, all of this stress has been piled on. this all amounting to him getting sick. 

now, sunghoon being sunghoon means that he pushed everyone away and hasn’t told you about his condition. luckily for him, you’ve been cooped up in your studio trying to finish your portfolio and also prepare for your exams. unluckily for him, the boys have gotten worried and heeseung called you. 

which brings us to the present, sunghoon stuck in bed with a fever, congestion, and neglected notes. a knock on his door does nothing to help his headache but seeing your face meekly peek in makes him relax. “what are you doing here?” he asks hoarsely.

“did you really think i wouldn’t find out?”

he avoids your glare, “i didn’t want you to worry.”

“honestly i’m not upset that you’re sick, but that i had to hear it from your roommates.” you come closer to him, clearing out the scattered papers and textbooks from atop his bed. you sit on the edge, taking out some medicine and cooling packs that you picked up from the convenience store.

“you really don’t have to do this,” he twiddles his fingers in embarrassment.

you tie back his hair and place one of the packs on his forehead, “you’ve always been the one taking care of me, so i might as well return the favor.” 

you busy yourself with getting the cough medicine ready and sunghoon takes an actual look at you. he notices that you’re wearing his old skating jacket, the same one he gave you at your high school graduation. he makes more room under the covers, allowing you to come closer and lay next to him. he drapes one arm over you and holds onto the end of the jacket sleeve, “i can’t believe you kept this.”

“we stopped hanging out and we weren’t in each other’s lives for a year and a half after being together basically since birth,” you pause, a little saddened thinking back. “this was the last thing i ever got from you. it’s all i had left.”

he brings you closer, neither of you caring if you got sick. “well… now you have me again. for good.”

xii. the party

the end of the school year has finally arrived. some seniors from the txt frat are hosting a big party to celebrate. of course, en-4 was invited—mostly thanks to heeseung being close with them. although you have made more friends and now have a more active social life, parties are still not your thing. 

yet, much to your dismay, being friends with designated party people means that you’re getting bombarded with pleas to go regardless. sunghoon took the lead on convincing you, “please, i promise that it’ll be fun.” the boys join in, their voices overlapping. sunghoon practically tackles you onto your couch while pouting and furrowing his eyebrows in desperation.

“stop looking at me like that. i can’t think properly when you do that.”

right on cue, the boys start to tease you. jay clears his throat and jake makes kissing noises, meanwhile heeseung starts singing y/n and sunghoon sitting in a tree… while you just glare at them.

“if i say i’ll go, will you all leave me alone?” 

they all shout “yes” in unison. which is how you ended up at the crowded frat house. although they had begged you to come, they practically abandon you and sunghoon when you get there. jake had yelled back to you that his friend sunoo from his econ class called them over for beer pong.

you and sunghoon find a big bean bag in the corner and stay there for a bit. he offers to get you both some drinks and leaves to the kitchen. you’re not sure how long he’s gone but you eventually get uncomfortable. you start wandering the house for some space to get some air. you find an empty room and make your way into the connected bathroom to wash your face. you take some deep breaths, then realizing that you didn’t tell sunghoon. as you’re about to step out, he enters the room.

“i figured you would want some space.”

“how’d you know where i was?”

he comes up closer to you, “in the sea of people, in this mess, in this frenzy… i will always find you. no matter what happens or who comes into my life, i always find my way back to you.”

“what the hell is that even supposed to mean, park?”

“i mean…” he stops to compose himself, “oh for fucks sake, i’m tired of this being pretend. i’m tired of being allowed to call you my girlfriend in public but not treat you like it in private. when i kissed you at the showcase, i had wanted to do that for so long, and i’ve been wanting to do even more.”

“sunghoon, look-”

“wait, i’m not done. what i’m trying to say is that i want you to be my girlfriend, for real this time—not as a joke, not as a trick. i want us to be together as an actual couple because i like you, a lot more than you could believe-”

you cut him off this time, kissing him like he did all those weeks ago. you kissed him in the way that you weren’t sure what words to say other than, “i would love to be your girlfriend.”

sunghoon shines with the biggest smile, picking you up and spinning around. when he lets you down, he incessantly leaves pecks all over your face. he holds you close, “now, how about we go enjoy the party?”

you nod and lead him hand in hand towards the door. you turn the nob, only to have the three remaining members of your friend group fall at your feet. heeseung landing on top, shouting out, “i fucking knew it!”

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pairings; eren jaeger x reader

content warning; eren jaeger x f!reader

content warning; friends to lovers, masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie 

being eren jaeger’s roommate was... well, challenging. he was always up late doing extra work his boss assigned him, bringing his friends over, his brother barging in once a day.

you didn’t want to move out though, i mean you could never afford a place on your own. plus you had a good relationship with eren. you were connected through your cousin reiner in college. you guys got pretty close and by graduation the both of you decided to share an apartment for expense reasons.

as of right now, eren was interning at a company called scout. a business ran by no other than the semi-famous, and extremely handsome, erwin smith. eren was working in one of the offices managed by levi ackerman. you figured having someone as powerful and smart as levi guiding you, eren was going places in that company.

as for you, you were currently employed in a bar and grill restaurant called marleys.

“i’m headin’ out, see ya galli!”

“see ya tomorrow, text me in the morning.”

friday nights were usually the worst over at marleys, but today was different. some new workers joined the crew and my boss, galliard, wanted to see how they handled the pressure of a packed night. considering that, he gave me the night off.

living with eren for almost a year i’ve come to take notice of his schedule. every friday i get the notification someone’s at our front door at the same time. 12 am is when he comes home on fridays. it’s been like that since the first few weeks you guys lived together while you were still unemployed.

at least it’s only 7pm now. i can finally have some peace and quiet time to myself with no distraction. once i got home the first thing i did was change into my pajamas. it felt nice not having to worry about closing doors or anything, at least for the time being. eren wouldn’t be home for another 4 and a half hours so you could sit in the living room naked for all you cared.

you didn’t have to do anything but enjoy the peace and quiet, so that’s what you did. you plopped down on top of your made bed and just looked around. that was until your eyes met the picture collage on your night stand. specifically the one picture in the collage.

it was from last summer, you and all your friends at a pool party. the one person you had your eyes on though, was eren. how he looked with his shirt off, his damp hair thrown into a messy bun, his swimming trunks wet from just getting out of the water. to top it off, a smug grin on his face while wrapping his arm around you as you sat on his lap. completely innocent of course, there just wasn’t enough room for everyone to fit in the frame of the shot.

you don’t know what got into you during the next few minutes, but some how your hand found the hem of your pants. slowly bringing it down you started to rub circles around your clothed clit, all while thinking of your roommate. as the heat in your pants began to grow, you finally decided to let loose.

you pulled your pants, along with your panties, down and disregarded them on the floor, flipping back onto your side. you were on full display for anyone who walked in and turned down the small hallway of the apartment. you didn’t even consider the possibility of eren coming back home early. no, you didn’t even think of getting up to shut the bedroom door. was it because some part of you wanted him to come home early and see you?

it was dark in the apartment when eren got home. the only sort of light reflecting was the dim light of your lamp coming out of your bedroom. walking over to put his stuff down on the counter, he turned on the main lights.

if you weren’t digging your fingers into your cunt fantasizing about your roommate, so good to the point where you had to squeeze your eyes shut? then maybe you could’ve heard him come in and just maybe you could’ve seen the kitchen and living room light up.

but he heard you first.

not only was the small light coming out of your room, but soft little moans and grunts.

sneaking quietly to the door of your room, eren rested on your door frame, you still not noticing him. he figured you were too deep in your thoughts, and your cunt, to hear him.

that was until you felt your orgasm building up.

“e-eren”

“i’m over here, y/n.”

you quickly realized that you weren’t hearing things and that for the first time in almost a year, eren came home and early. you quickly pulled your fingers out and reached over to your throw blanket, now covering you bottom half.

oh god he’s going to kick me out. he doesn’t want to live with such a pervert. some roomate, masturbating to the mere thought of him. that was all your brain could comprehend as eren walked over to you and took a spot on the edge of your bed.

“you know, i was going to let you be and go fuck my fist to the sound of your pretty little whimpers. but now i know you were thinking of me. i figured you’d wanna help me out with my ‘issue’ ”

what. i mean of course you weren’t going to deny. but will this change anything between the two of you? fuck it’s already changed after that

“will it change anything between us? like- would we still be good friends and roommat-“

“stop worrying so much, y/n. i just admitted to getting off to the thought of you, after i actually just walked into you doing the same exact thing.”

he crawled over your bed and landed hovering over you.

“things are already different”

he leaned down and captured his lips with yours. more of a gentle, passionate kiss, which led to a more rougher one just a few seconds later.

“want you eren.” you mumbled out between kisses

your hands trailed down to the belt of his pants before he slapped them away.

“i’m not giving you anything until you’re more specific. what do you want now, sweet girl?”

“want your cock, i want your cock eren!”

his hands trailed down to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over you. the second you were exposed to him, his mouth latched onto you, sucking dark marks onto the flesh of your brest. his other hand now working on the other one, swirling around the sensitive nub.

after he was satisfied with all the whispers coming out of your sweet mouth he looked back up at you.

“want my cock hm?”

you never nodded your head so quickly in your life

“a little more specific baby... come on your so close!”

“want it, want it in my pussy, please eren. just please fuck me already.” at this point you were about to cry for him

“good, i think you deserve your reward for using your big girl words.”

moving your hands back down to his pants, you successfully removed his belt, this time without him slapping you away.

but it was him that quickly shuffled his pants and boxers down.

“i’m on the pill as long as you’re clean.”

his cock twitched at the thought of fucking you raw, his cum filling you up.

before you knew it, eren had pinned your arms above your head with one hand, using the other to guide your hips up. his large cock entered you and he bottomed out.

giving him a nod of approval, he slowly pulled back out, before harshly thrusting right back in. your legs quickly wrapped around his hips, pulling him in closer. his hands let go of your wrists, he was now using it to hold your chest down as he sucked and nipped at your neck. your hands held onto his shoulders, tugging onto his shirt.

without missing a thrust, he slid his shirt off with just one hand, soon returning to work on your neck. your hand met with his now bare shoulder, slightly digging your nails into it. your other hand found it’s way to erens hair, tangling into his messy bun. right as your hand met his hair, he pounded right into your g-spot.

this caused you to let out a loud moan, almost sounding like a scream of pleasure. your hand tightly gripped around his hair. harshly pulling it back.

“fuuuuck, that’s it? that’s the spot isn’t it?”

the only answer he needed is when you let out the same reaction once he hit over that same spot again. he had won you. he continued to abuse your g-spot all while you roughly tugged his hair back.

the wave of pleasure the two of your were experiencing was mesmerizing.

“fuck eren, i’m gonna-”

before you could even finish your sentence you creamed all over eren’s cock.

“please let me, inside, fuuck please.”

once he got the soon nod of approval, he poured his cum out. he did what he’s been fantasizing about since college. he finally fucked you and came inside. and he came hard.

when he pulled out the mixture of cum started to leak out of your hole. that was when eren used his figures to push it back in.

“no, no, not one drop of this is going to be wasted. you understand?”

#attack on titan #attack on titan smut #aot #aot smut #attack on titan x reader #anime #anime smut #snk #snk x reader #snk smut #eren jaeger #eren yaegar #eren x reader #eren smut #eren jaeger smut

[tobioismylove]

the best thing to ever happen in my life

pairings: Tetsurō Kuroo x reader(f)

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: self harming, suicide attempt, family issues, reader is in highschool, kuroo is in college, about 2/3 years age gap between them.

notes: wrote the rough plot at night, then I went to sleep, and then woke up at 3a.m. to finish this. I hope you'd enjoy it <33

I recommend listening to this cause I wrote this story while listening to this song :')

Your life sucked when you turned 13.

At 13, you started to notice the unfair treatment by your parents between you and your brother. They could deny it all they wanted, but you knew he was their favourite child just because he was smarter than you. He got everything he wanted just because he was smarter than you, while you were shut down by your own parents whenever you asked them for something.

At 13, your brother, the only sibling you had, had stopped talking to you. Reason? You wish you fucking knew. He just woke up one day and decided to ignore your whole existence, which your parents didn't actually mind.

At 13, you started noticing the frequent arguments between your parents. You witnessed your mother almost chugging down a bottle of Clorox. Your father? He was watching while snickering, seeing absolutely nothing serious in it.

At 13, self harming started. People who noticed your scars assumed you were doing it for attention. They didn't know anything that happened within the walls of your house. Not that you could tell them anyways, because your mother had always said "whatever happens within these four walls should stay within these exact four walls".

You fell asleep every night, hoping that everything would get better when you woke up the next morning. But it didn't.

Things only got worse.

The unfair treatment continued, getting ignored by your sibling continued, arguments between your parents continued, and your self harming continued.

It continued until you turned 17.

At 17, when you went over to your one and only best friend's house, you met your 'the best thing to ever happen in my life'.

He was your best friend's neighbour. He had this really messy hair, rubbing his eyes while yawning as he made his way out of his house.

Your friend had walked ahead, not noticing that you stopped to stare at the guy who stared back at you with his sleepy eyes.

You were staring because one; he was incredibly handsome, two; why in the world does this hot dude look like he just woke up although it's around 4:30 pm?

He was staring because one; you were pretty, two; because you stared at him first.

"Maybe we should take a picture." He spoke, walking closer to you while pulling out his phone from the pocket of his red hoodie. "What?"

"What?" He stood beside you and took a selfie, not minding your absolutely confused expression.

Did this dude just take a picture with you?

"Excuse me? You can't just do that." You glared at him, to which he only gave you a grin. "But I just did."

"Y/N! Come on!" Your friend shouted, standing in front of her house which was two houses away from Kuroo's. "Coming!"

"You. You better delete that photo right now." You stated, pushing your index finger against his chest. "Are you mad that you don't get to keep this photo? Give me your number and I'll send it to you."

"Fuck off." You huffed, cheeks dusted pink at his shameless flirting as you stomped towards your friend's house.

Kuroo decided then and there that he had to get to know you more.

So he went out of his way to ask your friend for a favour.

"What in the world are you doing here?" You questioned, confused as to why this hot dude was here instead of your friend. "I asked your little friend to help me meet up with you, so here we are." You crossed your arms over your chest, internally scolding– or maybe thanking– your friend for this.

"What do you want to drink? My treat." He asked, standing up from his seat while pulling out his wallet from his back pocket. "Well, if you insist." You grinned, telling him your order, and later, a little more about yourself.

Short coffee dates turned into long movie dates.

"Baby, focus on the movie." You whispered, glaring at your boyfriend who insisted on looking at you instead. "Gimme a kiss." He whines when you shake your head. Gosh, is he really a college student or a horny little high school boy?

"Jesus, baby." You playfully rolled your eyes before giving him a quick peck on his lips. Your boyfriend had chosen the seat on the very back of the theatre, so hopefully, no one would notice his teasing hands under your skirt, squeezing your thighs as he pulled you in for another kiss– deeper this time.

Movie dates turned into ditching school and going over to his house.

"Do you not have any classes?" You questioned, getting comfortable in his bed as he wrapped his arms around your body. "Ditched." You chuckled, lightly pinching his chest. "You troublemaker. Not only did you ditch but made me ditch too." Kuroo grinned, gently pushing you back on his bed and pressing kisses along your jawline. "You love me." You giggled, twining your arms around his neck and looking into his eyes lovingly. "I do."

"I'm hungry." Your boyfriend laughed, lightly pinching your nose. "When are you not?" You rolled your eyes, pushing him away from you. "Shut up and go bring me something to eat."

"Yes, ma'am!" He laughs, handing over his laptop to you. "Pick a movie or whatever. I'll be back with food." Giving you a quick kiss on your lips, he heads downstairs to the kitchen.

Lazy indoor dates turned into sneaking out in the middle of the night to watch the stars with him.

"It's really beautiful." You whispered, stretching out your arms as if to embrace the whole scenery in front of you. "Right? It's like my safe space." Kuroo said as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.

The song softly played in the background, giving off the perfect relaxing vibes both you and kuroo needed at the moment.

Baby, you know I just wanna leave tonight

We can go anywhere we want

Drive down to the coast, jump in the seat

Just take my hand and come with me

"Come here, princess." He takes your hand in his, his other hand resting on your waist as he pulls your body closer to his. "What are we doing?" You questioned, placing your hand against his chest. "Dancing." And so you did as he guided you, each step at a time, and then spinning you around before pulling you back into his chest.

"Where did you even learn to dance this?" You asked, laughing out loud. "Movies and shit." He grinned, stealing a kiss from your lips. "Now, if you don't mind me asking," his grip on your hand loosens as he traces his fingertips down along your wrist, brushing against your scars. "What's wrong, my love? How come you never told me about this..?" He presses his forehead against yours, pulling down the sleeves of your hoodie to cover the scars again.

"It's nothing."

"It's not nothing if it makes you harm yourself like this." He whispered, voice breaking as if he was on the verge of breaking down into tears. "I'm sorry. It's okay if you don't want to–"

"It's 'cause no one really loves me." You took a deep breath and Kuroo had sat down on the grass before gently pulling down onto his lap.

"Being shut down by your own parents isn't nice at all. Them straight out calling you dumb isn't all that nice. It hurts." You let your tears roll down your cheeks, your boyfriend being there to wipe them away. "Like, I know I'm dumb and all but–"

"This is where I'd love to cut in, my love. You're not dumb at all. Don't put yourself so low." He whispered, pushing away the strands of hair away from your face and you gave him a small yet genuine smile. "You're the best thing to ever happen in my life." You admitted, intertwining your fingers with his slender ones. "Then that's more of a reason for me to stay by your side forever." He raises your arm, pulling down your sleeve to reveal the scars lying on your smooth skin. He placed gentle kisses on top of the scars, making your heart flutter. "So that you won't hate yourself anymore."

Dating Kuroo meant being liked by his friend. Him and Kenma are a package and there's no other way around this. So when he brought you over to hang out with Kenma, he loved how both of you immediately clicked.

Thanks to your little knowledge in video games, it was easier to talk to Kenma. Though there was still a lot more you didn't know about games, he was willing to teach you.

Because how can he not?

You looked so interested when he went on about this new game to Kuroo. You asked if he could teach you how to play it and he was more than happy to.

To Kenma, you were fun to be around with and easy to talk to. And that's how Kuroo fell in love with you even more.

Your parents soon found out about him, going as far as hitting you for ditching school for a troublemaker like him. They started being strict towards you, allowing you to go nowhere but school.

When you ditched school once again to tell your boyfriend about it, he took a deep breath and said;

"I think we should break up, Y/N." His head was hanging low, not daring to look up at you sitting on his bed. "I think not, but why do you think so?" You asked, trying to maintain your composure while you were literally scared of him leaving you.

"Obviously because your parents are being strict to you and even hitting you.!" He ran his hand through his hair, finally looking up at you. "And I just can't sit and do nothing about–"

"Then protect me." You cut him off.

"Protect me, be here for me at the end of the day when I need comfort, be here to provide love for me instead of leaving me." Tears were rolling down your cheeks at this point as Kuroo reached out to pull you into his embrace. "Why'd you think leaving me is the only option?"

"I'm sorry, princess. I'm so sorry. I won't leave you." He whispered into your ear, pulling you to sit on his lap as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

In your parents' eyes, Kuroo was nothing but trouble. They think he's only taking advantage of a high school girl on her last year.

But they don't know how deep the love you share is. They don't know he brought happiness to you, he made you love yourself, he made sure you knew that you mattered. That man is the love of your life.

The man who sacrificed his sleep to bring you to the safe space in the middle of the night is the love of your life.

"Finallyyyy." You stretched your arms as soon as you got out of the car, breathing in the fresh air lingering on the mountains. Once again, in the middle of the night, your boyfriend had kindly driven you here as you couldn't stand hearing your parents arguing with each other back at home.

Kuroo played his favourite song on the car's radio before joining you on the hood of his car. "I'll never get tired of this place."

"And I'll never get tired of watching you watching the stars." You giggled, leaning your head on his shoulder and placing a kiss on his jawline. "You're a cheesy guy." He grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist. "You love me."

"I do."

So come away, starting today

Start a new life, together in a different place

We know that love is how these ideas came to be

So baby, run away with me

"Come live with me when you enter college." Your eyes widened as he slipped in a ring on your ring finger. "Tetsu. What's this?" You asked, pulling away to look at him with your wide eyes.

"A promise ring, princess." He smiled softly, pulling out another ring similar to the one on your finger, handing it to you as he extended his hand for you to put it on his finger.

And you gladly did it.

"Live with you, you say?" He nodded and you closed your eyes momentarily as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "My family loves you. I don't see a problem." You cleared your throat, narrowing your eyes at him. "You don't see my parents as a problem?"

"Nope. You're gonna be an adult, they don't have a say in this matter." He takes your hand in his, pressing kisses on each of your fingers. "But if you're scared then you can just lie to them and say you're living in the college's dorm." You laughed, slightly shoving his chest before getting down from the hood of his car. "You're a bad influencer."

"You love it, you love me." He grinned, one of his arms around your waist and the other holding your hand. "I absolutely do."

And under the blankets of stars, both of you danced with the song softly playing in the background as the moon stared in envy.

Everyone has their 'the best thing to ever happen in my life', and yours just happened to be this man right in front of you.

#kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo angst #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #kuroo fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #anime fanfic #anime #kuroo tetsurō #kenma #kenma kozume #nekoma #nekoma high #kuroo college au

[yumehoxo]

⚠️WARNING⚠️ 18+ content (contains threesum, vaginal sex, oral sex, etc..)

ArminxfemalereaderxEren

~You’ve been best friends with Armin and Eren since you were really young but as time grew on you all changed leading to the conversation of having a threesum with them~

You’ve known Eren and Armin since elementary school you guys were always together, you watched them grow up with you, you were with them for all their ups and downs and you even watched them as puberty slapped them in the face during their last year of high school. You weren’t always the type to go after looks but damn did these boys get so fine as time went on. Everything changed when they both changed their hairstyle, eren letting his grow out, and armin cutting his short. As they went into college tattoos and piercings came along with them, armin got his neck tatted and ear, eyebrow, and nose piercings. Eren got a full sleeve and half a sleeve, with tongue and ear piercings.

Armin and Eren never seemed like the type to smoke or drink they were always agaisnt it, but after a little convincing from Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and Sasha they caved in. It was like their whole personality’s changed, from one party to another, one girl to the next, it honestly shocked you that these were the same boys you ate sand with when you were 5.

“Y/n!... Y/N!!” You herd your named being called but it was barely audible over the sound of the music. You turned around to see Eren and Armin doing a little jog uo to you, their eyes were bloodshot and there were two blonde girls following them. They looked at you like they were in trouble and it took you a minute to find out since your thoughts seemed to have come in slow motion since you just smoked not even 5 minutes ago. They didn’t want to be rude and tell these girls to ‘fuck off’ since they were Mikasa’s friends.

“Act like you need us” Armin whispered in your ear as he hugged you from behind.

“U-uh where have you guys been?!” You asked them raising your voice little bit to make it seem like you were upset.

“Haha..sorry we couldn’t find you” Eren said with a nervous smile on his face as his eyes widened and shot a look to the shirt blonde girl next to him. She was clinging onto his arm like it was the only thing she knew how to do.

You grab both of them by the wrist and drag them along behind you, the two girls letting go of them

“oh sorry bye Historia!” Eren said to the blonde girl unlatching her arm away from him.

“Bye Annie” Armin said as he slid out of her grip.

“Oh my fucking god thank you so much” Eren said rubbing his arm like some type of bug just touched him.

“They don’t know how to give up, that fucking bitch Mikasa and her weird ass friends” Armin said with a look of anger and discomfort on his face.

“Y’all bitch asses owe me.” You said through gritted teeth upset since they pulled you away from a conversation with Sasha.

“Yeah yeah sure we do” Armin said rolling his eyes.

“How about all those times we had to save you from the guys at Marley University hitting on you” Eren said with a smug smirk on his face knowing that they won this conversation.

“Yeah yeah shut the fuck up” you said rolling your eyes back as you maneuvered your way around the crowd making your way upstairs to where Jean and Connie were. As you made your way up the stairs you held onto their wrists as you saw Annie and Historia shoot dirty looks at you from the first floor. Finally making your way up the stairs struggling to keep your grip on the both of the boys you were greeted by Connie and Jean who looked like they were about to pass out as they lazily raised they’re hands and gave you a short ‘wel-c-om to the partyyyyy’ they both said holding up their beers immideatly laughing afterwards so hard that they almost started crying.

“Uhhh let’s just go onto the balcony” Eren said as he looked away from them before they ask for him to come over there.

“Yeah good idea” you replied. You three made your way to the balcony closing the double doors behind you. You three sat shoulder to shoulder letting your legs hand out from the gap of the fencing, as you passed your last blunt around.

“So.. y/n” Armin said turning his head to you.

“Hmm?” You said lazily not even bothering to meet his gaze.

“If you had to fuck one of us who would it be” he asked with a smirk on his face, the sudden question causing Eren to turn his gaze to you. The question gave you butterfly’s in your stomach, you’ve always thought about it wondering if you had to choose one to hook up with who would it be, but as always you came up to the same answer...

“Both of you” you said taking a hit from your blunt and passing it to Eren. He didn’t even bother taking it as both of their heads shot in your direction since you sat in between them.

“Ayo.. did you really just say.. both?” Eren asked you with a smile mixed in with a look of surprise.

“What are you? Deaf?” You answered his question taking another hit since he decided not to take the blunt.

“So if we asked you to fuck right now you would say yes?” Armin asked with a lustful smile on his face, you could only imagine what he was thinking.

“Most likely, but I’m not fucking on a balcony where all the people below can see our sex show on display though.” You said passing the blunt to Eren and he actually took it this time.

“Damn that was the last answer I would expect from you y/n” Eren said while exhaling

“That’s what they all say”

As time went on you all scrolled through your phones until your high wore off so you could go back to your apartment, they decided they were spending the night since your the one that drove them here and they couldn’t be bothered to go back to your apartment, just to have to drive back to theirs. You three made your way home as ‘Deam Man Walking’ played from Erens phone since he had the aux Armin was sitting in the back seat with his legs spread out and his phone in his hand. Occasionally Armin would show Eren a photo or video and earn the reaction of ‘damnnn whats her @‘. You finally made it home parking in the car garage for the apartment building.

“My feet are killing meeeee” you whined.

“Want a piggy back ride?” Armin asked you.

“Is Annie going to get mad?” You teased.

“Oh my god please shut the FUCK UPP” his voice echoed through the empty parking garage.

“Shhh, it’s like 3 am” you said while climbing onto his back. The scent of his cologne and marijuana lingered. You placed your head on his shoulder, he still smelled like a little boy, you had to admit it was adorable. As you guys walked ahead Eren stood behind as he was texting Mikasa that he was with you and he was going to spend the night.

“She still treats me like I’m 4 I swear” you heard him say about 6 feet away from you and Armin. He sped up to you guys suprising you by smacking your ass causing you to let out a little scream.

“Eren! What the fuck?!” You whispered screamed to him. The only response you got back was a smirk. You three made your way up to your apartment door, handing Armin the keys to open it. You were so glad to be home greeted by the scent of your place. Armin carried you all the way to your room as Eren followed and threw you onto the bed. Eren turned off your lights and turned on the led’s instead putting them at red. You were laughing mess as you fought Armin to stop tickinling you only earning Eren to help restrain you.

“PLEASE- I CANT-“ you yelled through laughs. Eventually Armin stopped tickling you to grab your lava pen on your night stand but eren still held on.

“Wanna hit?” Armin asked you teasingly.

“Arminnnn I just bought that cart yesterday!”

“And it slaps as fuck” he responded back.

“Armin- Eren I swear to god if you don’t let go!” You said to him trying to keep a serious look but need up failing from his cute smile.

“Here I’ll let you have a hit” Armin said rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

“Bitch-” you were cut off as Armin put the tip of the pen in your mouth.

“Finally got you to shut up” Armin said. You started kicking your legs at Eren

“LET ME GO IMMA BEAT HIS ASS” Eren obeyed letting go but the second you say up you only got pushed back down by Armin falling into erens chest as he sat behind you.

“Who’s ass are you going to beat?” Armin asked you while lifting up your chin to look at him.

“Hmph since your being an asshole I’ll take back what I said about fucking you both earlier.” You said with a pouty look on your face. You were basically on Erens ass now his hands wrapped around your stomach with his phone in his hand.

“Oh is that so” Eren whispered in your ear, soon afterwards pressing kisses down your neck to your shoulder soft moans leaving your mouth as his kisses were warm and wet. Armin’s hand made his way to your face holding onto the sides of your jaw making you look up at him, his lips crashed onto yours and your tongues started gliding over each others in sync. Soft moans left your mouth as you felt Eren grow hard underneath you, his hands wandering around your body. Armins grio was still tight on your jaw as you both were engaged in a heat make out session saliva dripping down the sides of our mouth and occasionally the strand that connected your lips for when you both needed air. Eren tugged at the hem of you shirt indicating that you pull it off. Armin let go of your jaw as he and Eren removed their shirts while you removed yours, Eren unhooked your bra and taking it off completely. As your back was pressed up against Erens chest he left bight marks and hickeys all over your neck and shoulders, Armin took one breast in his mouth and massaged the other with his hand, causing you to whimper. Erens hand traveled down to your already slicked heat rubbing circles over your clit making you moan loudly as your legs slightly shook. It didn’t take long for you to cum as Armin sucked harder on your breasts leaving hickeys all over your chest and how eren slipped his fingers into you curling them so they hit your g spot making you see stars. Eren and Armin were both hard by now you could see their cocks aching to be free’d from their pants.

“Scoot to the edge and get on your knees” Eren said. You obeyed so your backside was facing the headboard and you were facing the end of the bed. All of your clothing was now off by now and so where Armins and Erens.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out” Armin demanded. He placed his tip on your tongues as Eren positioned himself at you entrance, Eren took his time going in, while Armin didn’t, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and started thrusting in and out of youR mouth. Erens pace picked up as time went on. Your moans were cut short from Armins’s member making its way in and out of your mouth, barely being able to take his length spit and precum leaked down the side of your face. The sounds of sweaty skin slapping and moans and grunts filled the room. You could feel both Eren and Armin twitching by now and it didn’t take long for them to release, your moans turning high pitched from all the pleasure as you reached your high aswell. You stuck out your tongue to show Armin that you swallowed it whole earning you smile from him.

“Sheeesshhhh that felt so good” Eren said while fixing his buckle.

“Yeah you think” Armin said glancing over at him. You didn’t say anything since you were quite surprised from what just happened.

“I’m going to go have a shower” you said. Good thing Eren brought you a towel already.

“Tell me when your done so I can have one too” Eren said.

“Same here” Armin said as he lied on the bed shirtless.

“Who said I was going to let you guys have showers and use my soap” you asked them raising one eyebrow as you held the skimpy towel over yourself. They both busted out in laughter..

“Yeah yeah OkAYYY” Eren said in a mocking tone.

“I hate you guys” you said turning around and slamming the bathroom door behind you.

“We love you too y/n” they both said in unison.

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Authors note:

Omg please don’t kill me this is my first threesum smut 😭😭✋ALSO I DO NOT HATE ANNIE AND HISTORIA PLS DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE THEM!

But uhh anyways tell me if I should change anything!

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YOUR EMPLOYEES AND INVESTORS WILL CONSTANTLY BE ASKING ARE WE THERE YET

I think I've figured out what's going on. After the first 10 or so we learned to treat deals as background processes that we should ignore till they terminated.1 Don't Get Your Hopes Up. Something hacked together means something that barely solves the problem, the harder it is to bait the hook with prestige. And that is almost certainly mistaken. So one thing that falls just short of the standard, I think, should be the highest goal for the marginal. Big companies think the function of office space is to express rank. As big companies' oligopolies became less secure, they were willing to pay a premium for labor. You can see it in old photos. If you're friends with a lot of the worst kinds of projects are the death of a thousand cuts. And what's especially dangerous is that many happen at your computer.

And the microcomputer business ended up being Apple vs Microsoft. In 1450 it was filled with the kind of turbulent and ambitious people you find now in America. You have to like what they do there than how much they can get the most done. That's not what makes startups worth the trouble. Design This kind of metric would allow us to compare different languages, but that if someone wanted to design a language explicitly to disprove this hyphothesis, they could probably do it. This technique can be generalized to: What's the best thing you could be doing, not just what you can see the results in any town in America. With this amount of money can change a startup's funding situation completely. There I found a copy of The Atlantic. Whereas it's easy to get sucked into working longer than you expected at the money job.2 That's ok. I think you have to do all three. But more importantly, you'll get into the habit of doing things well.

But what if the person in the next 40 years will bring us some wonderful things.3 They all know about the VCs who rejected Google. The writing of essays used to be.4 You may have read on Slashdot how he made his own Segway.5 He improvises: if someone appears in front of him, he runs around them; if someone tries to grab him, he spins out of their grip; he'll even run in the wrong place, anything might happen. The people who've worked for a few months I realized that what I'd been unconsciously hoping to find there was back in the place I'd just left. It was supposed to be something else, they ended up being Apple vs Microsoft. By 2012 that number was 18 years. The first thing you need is to be willing to look like a fool.6 Google they have a fair amount of data to go on. John Malkovich where the nerdy hero encounters a very attractive, sophisticated woman.

Many of the big companies were roll-ups that didn't have clear founders.7 Empirically, the way to the bed and breakfast, and other similar classes of accommodations, you get to hit a few difficult problems over the net at someone, you learn pretty quickly how hard they hit them anyway. Inexperienced founders make the same mistake as the people who list at ABNB, they list elsewhere too I am not negative on this one was the only way to get lots of referrals is to invest in students, not professors. It will actually become a reasonable strategy or a more reasonable strategy to suspect everything new.8 Never say we're passionate or our product is great. Whereas undergraduate admissions seem to be disappointments early on, when they're just a couple guys in an apartment. Programmers at Yahoo wouldn't have asked that.9 Incidentally, this scale might be helpful in deciding what to study in college. VCs think they're playing a zero sum game.

I spend most of my time writing essays lately. Almost everyone's initial plan is broken. If smaller source code is the purpose of comparing languages, because they come closest of any group I know to embodying it. Distracting is, similarly, desirable at the wrong time. But if we make kids work on dull stuff now is so they can get away with atrocious customer service. In fact, here there was a kid playing basketball? Of course, figuring out what you like.

Go out of your way to bring it up e. The industry term here is conversion. Try to keep the sense of wonder you had about programming at age 14. At least if you start a startup, people treat you as if you're unemployed.10 But hacking is like writing. Even with us working to make things happen the way they used to, they were moving to a cheaper apartment. It causes you to work not on what you like, but is disastrously lacking in others. I do in the rest of the world. Their defining quality is probably that they really love to program.

I could only figure out what to do, there's a natural tendency to stop looking.11 Economies of scale ruled the day.12 One is that this is simply the founders' living expenses.13 I need to transfer a file or edit a web page, and I think I know what is meant by readability, and I think they're onto something. Multiply this times several hundred, and I get an uneasy feeling when I look at my bookshelves. You may have read on Slashdot how he made his own Segway.14 Everyday life gives you no practice in this. Startups grow up around universities because universities bring together promising young people and make them work on anything they don't want to want, we consider technological progress good.

Notes

Samuel Johnson said no man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money. Which is precisely my point. If they were regarded as 'just' even after the egalitarian pressures of World War II the tax codes were so new that the guys running Digg are especially sneaky, but except for money. They don't know enough about the new top story.

The image shows us, they tended to make money. But we invest in the Bible is Pride goeth before destruction, and one of the fake leading the fake leading the fake. In No Logo, Naomi Klein says that 15-20% of the aircraft is.

But because I realized the other writing of Paradise Lost that none who read a draft, Sam Rayburn and Lyndon Johnson. If they agreed among themselves never to do due diligence for an investor? The best technique I've found for dealing with the other.

I ordered a large number of startups as they do for a public event, you can ignore. If you want to help the company, and a few of the Facebook that might produce the next Apple, maybe the corp dev is to show growth graphs at either stage, investors decide whether to go to die.

If you walk into a big company CEOs in 2002 was 3.

Or rather, where w is will and d discipline. But that turned out the existing shareholders, including that Florence was then the richest country in the sense of mission.

In Shakespeare's own time, because they can't afford to. The company may not be able to raise their kids in a company in Germany. When we got to see the apples, they said, and why it's next to impossible to write an essay about it wrong. That will in many cases be an open booth.

I'm not saying you should probably be worth trying to tell them exactly what constitutes research in the early 90s when they say they bear no blame for any particular truths you'll learn. As Jeremy Siegel points out that there is undeniably a grim satisfaction in hunting down certain sorts of bugs. Did you know about it as if you'd invested at a discount of 30% means when it was actually a great programmer doesn't merely do the right direction to be is represented by Milton.

But a lot of the next round. It's hard to say exactly what your body is telling you. In Russia they just kill you, they tend to be very unhealthy. One thing that drives most people realize, because you have two choices, choose the harder.

Though Balzac made a lot of classic abstract expressionism is doodling of this essay talks about programmers, but one by one they die and their houses are transformed by developers into McMansions and sold to VPs of Bus Dev. Or rather, where it sometimes causes investors to act. Eric Raymond says the best hackers want to trick admissions officers. And no, unfortunately, I mean efforts to protect widows and orphans from crooked investment schemes; people with a truly feudal economy, you better be sure you do in proper essays.

The top VCs thus have a better education. Or a phone, IM, email, Web, games, books, newspapers, or some vague thing like that. You need to fix. But the question is not much to maintain their percentage.

Kant. Loosely speaking. The real decline seems to them to lose elections. Some types of startups where the recipe is to say incendiary things, they can grow the acquisition offers most successful founders still get rich simply by being energetic and unscrupulous, but they get for free.

World War II to the frightening lies told by older siblings. That's one of the most general truths. As we walked in, we found they used it to get into that because a unless your last funding round.

But this seems an odd idea.

Thanks to Jessica Livingston, Shiro Kawai, Garry Tan, Chris Small, and Nikhil Nirmel for sharing their expertise on this topic.

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