#like there was some snake guy going around turning people to snakes for no reason

[heirhonkful]

Doctor Who rant, feel free to ignore lol

Doctor Who always gets real bad when it tries to do “plot” stuff. I like it better as a weekly adventure show, that seems to be its strong suit. I just don’t understand how anyone could have liked the past few seasons. Jodie Whittaker deserved so much better than to be part of probably what is the worst written part of DW.

It’s like they literally went out of their way to ruin anything that made DW interesting and compelling by trying to add weird, stupid, kind of “chosen one” story. The best part of The Doctor is that they’re just a person - and also an almost immortal alien lol, but just a person, it could be anyone with that box, The Doctor isn’t supposed to be super important and stuff. That kinda feels like where DW fails the most, is trying to make The Doctor to be some kind of incredible superhero or something as opposed to a person who just gets into adventures with their friends.

That’s why these last few seasons were just so much worse. And it sucks even more because so many chuds and idiots are going to blame it on The Doctor being a woman or something like that, as opposed to a complete destruction of the character and their backstory. I wonder how in the world they’ll fix it, I don’t know if they even can.

#just a little rant #I love Doctor who so much but watching the Chibnall stuff just felt like a chore and was often straight up painful lmao #not to mention The Flux #what even was that??? #nothing made sense and things just happened out of nowhere #I need to rewatch it and try to chart what happens because when I binged it the first time with a friend it just #oh man #it just didn’t make any sense whatsoever #like there was some snake guy going around turning people to snakes for no reason #there was the dumb plot about the Doctor’s psudeo-mom trying to escape to another universe??? #why was any of it necessary at all? #weird crystal guy and his sister #and omg the scene revealing her also made no sense #a thing beeping in the living room and the two people are like “no let’s just ignore it #and then crystal dude shows up or something and the lady was his sister the whole time???? why what?? who are these people?? #it’s been a minute since I watched it so I don’t remember everything but my friend and I talk about it all the time lol

[kennahjune]

HEAR ME OUT?? Please—

I LOVE love LOve when like, in fics, Steve has this really weird talent or interest that nobody knows about or like nobody expects but then oddly enough it sort of fits him.

And just like— it opens up so much possibility for character projection.

My favorite is writer Steve but I’ve been growing increasingly obsessed with Steve who’s hyper fixation is snakes.

The image in my head is like— everyone’s hanging out at the trailer park for one reason or another, and they hear Robin fucking /screech/.

Everyone’s on their feet in a split second, worry and confusion and deep dread forcing the way into the forefront of their minds.

Turns out: it was a snake. A really small one at that.

Eddie and Wayne offer to take it and dispose of it, the two of them having done this various other times with the other snakes people find in the trailer park.

But Steve pushes to the front of the group yelling and scolding.

“No absolutely not!”

Eddie shares a look with Nancy, both chalking it up to Steve’s hero complex acting up and him trying to protect them from the potentially dangerous critter.

“Look, Stevie—“

“You are not going to kill that little sweetheart!”

Eddie paused, shared a confused furrow of brows with Nancy and Robin, and turned to face Steve fully.

“Stevie, baby, that’s a snake.”

Steve stood with his hands on his hips, a determined glint in his eye, and nodded. “No I thought it was a squirrel.”

Eddie sighed loudly. “Then what do we do with it?”

“Well not fucking kill it for starters! It’s harmless. Aren’t you baby?”

Eddie and everyone else watched Steve step up to the snake that was hanging from the trailer’s side door. “Um, Steve what’re you doing?”

Steve ignored them completely and simply plucked the snake from its place on the door. From somewhere beside Eddie Robin squeaked in horror and Will groaned while Lucas gave a violent shudder.

“Such a small baby aren’t ya?” Steve cooed at the little snake wrapped around his hand.

“Steve— that’s a snake,” Nancy said warily, eyeing said snake like it killed her mother. “A potentially dangerous snake.”

Steve scoffed while the snake lifted the front of its body to peer at him. “She’s not dangerous, she’s a goddamn rat snake. They’re harmless.”

Just as he said it, the snake turned its head and not his finger. Where Steve didn’t even blink, everyone else freaked.

Eddie and Robin rushed over to him, Eddie immediately taking a look at his hand but keeping his hands away from the snake. Robin kept her distance but rambled about rabies or whatever.

Steve huffed and laughed quietly. “Guys, seriously. It’s a rat snake, they’re completely and utterly harmless to humans. They have such a small amount of venom it doesn’t bother humans. And besides, this little baby’s so small she couldn’t even break the skin.”

He was right, there was no sign of breakage or even redness on Steve’s hand where he was bitten.

Eddie looked at his boyfriend a little in awe and even more in love.

Jesus Christ.

Dustin and Mike walked slowly over to Steve, each asking to hold the snake.

Steve held it out gently, Dustin taking it first and holding it delicately in his hands. When he passed it over to Mike, the snake wrapped itself around his hands and a bit up his arms. Eddie was a little in shock at the giggle the younger Wheeler let out.

Dustin, Mike and Steve sat on the trailer’s side steps and held the snake together, going back and forth about random animal topics that Eddie couldn’t be bothered to remember.

When he asked later, Will and Lucas were delighted to explain that the entire reason Dustin was allowed to join The Party was because in 4th grade he brought Mike a frog he found. Lucas explained that Mike and Dustin had both gone through and extensive reptile and amphibian phase in elementary school and still held onto some of that obsession.

From then on, whenever anyone in the trailer park found any form of snake or rodent that they wanted gone, they called Steve.

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #mike wheeler #eddie munson #will byers #lucas sinclair #snakes #rat snake #character projection #steddie #steddie hcs #steve x eddie #gay eddie munson #little baby snakes 🐍 #bisexual steve harrington

[dayvoidkyoto]

stop fucking harassing Kwesi James.

i'm seeing way too many Try Guys fans commenting shit on his social media claiming that he knew about Ned and Alexandria because of the concert video, and that that makes him "just as bad as them".

no, it fucking doesn't.

let's say he knew. we don't know what he did with that information. everyone's assuming he hid it from Ariel. you don't fucking know that. he could have told her the second he knew and then have been told to stay quiet or act normal by Ariel because she didn't want the public to know before official statements could be made. none of us know what was happening behind the scenes.

the fact is, if he had gone public with it, the same people calling him a snake and an awful friend would have turned around and complained that he was "talking about things that didn't concern him" or "airing out other people's dirty laundry", and they fucking know it.

the Try Guys, their spouses, and at least part of the crew unfollowed Ned the second the statement went up. many of them unfollowed Alexandria as well. y'know who no one unfollowed? Kwesi. in fact, some people are saying the official account followed him for the first time after the statement--although i'll say to take that one with a grain of salt, as i don't know for sure that he wasn't followed in the first place. either way, no one unfollowed him (UPDATE 10/01/22: Ariel herself unfollowed Alex today. she didn’t unfollow Kwesi.). y'know why? maybe it's because she and everyone else can acknowledge that he didn't do anything wrong. you know, the actual people involved in the situation? whose opinion matters way more than the parasocial relationshipping fans on the internet that many of you are simply bandwagoning alongside with zero critical thinking skills.

i can't stress this one enough: the Try Guys had known since labor day weekend (9/5/22). this is an objective fact, they confirmed it themselves in their "what happened." video, which was posted on 10/4/22. no one is going after them, calling them snakes, or harrassing them. the crew had to have known for at least two weeks this is an objective fact. the first video Ned was cut out of was the Chocolate Eclair video, which went up exactly two weeks before the affair was confirmed (confirmed on 9/28/22, the video was uploaded 9/14/22). there's almost no way they found out, had a meeting, decided to cut him out, and then edited him out of it all in the hours of that Wednesday before they uploaded. that means they most likely knew beforehand. but, they could have done it all in a day. that still means they'd have known for two weeks. no one is saying shit to them (UPDATE 10/02/22: Rachel was apparently at the Harry Styles concert with them. her Instagram comment sections? full of love and support. not a "snake" or a "she knew" in sight). hmmmmm, i wonder why.

i'll close this out here with something many of you aren't going to want to hear: this unnecessary vilification of Kwesi is at least partially rooted in racism. you can't handle having to blame Ned alone for his actions, so you would rather harrass a Black man for no real reason to than acknowledge that your Favorite White Guy™ fucked up.

#try guys #dayvoid.txt #dayvie rambles #the try guys #ned fulmer #ariel fulmer #eugene lee yang #matt mclean #keith habersberger #becky habersberger #zach kornfeld #maggie bustamante #buzzfeed #ladylike #safiya nygaard #kitchen and jorn #we are watcher #watcher network #ryan bergara #shane madej #youtube #try guys ned #youtube drama #kwesi james #leave kwesi alone #trypod #rachel cole #yb chang #alexandria herring #alex herring

[eggyrocks]

𖦹track four: hooked fish𖦹

m.list

it doesn't matter if it's freezing. it doesn't matter if the skies are open and it's pouring out. if kuroo's drinking, he's sneaking out the back door and smoking a cigarette. he keeps a pack in his pocket just in case.

there's a slight sway to his step when he decides it's time. he tells his friends he just needs some air, snakes his way through the throngs of people crowding the bar, and out the back.

the frigid air nips on his skin at once, and kuroo is surprised to see he's not the only person out there. leaned up against the brick walls of the alleyway is someone else, smoke emitting from their own lit cigarette.

kuroo is also surprised to realize that it's her.

he shouldn't be that surprised, he did notice that she had disappeared from her group of friends earlier (not that he was keeping tabs on her, no, not at all, he just happened to notice). he figured she must've left, gone home early.

but no, here she is, cigarette between her lips and glaring up at him. kuroo smirks at the sight of her, he can't help it.

his shoulder rests against the wall opposite her as his hands fish out his own pack. his coach would kill him if he ever found out, but he doesn't pull them out often enough for it to be a problem.

"got a light?" he asks, nodding his chin in her direction.

wordlessly, she pulls a lighter out of her back pocket and tosses it in his direction. kuroo catches it in the palm of his hand. it's black and chipped, and when he uses it to light a cigarette, he realizes that she removed the safety band.

with smoke in his mouth, he tosses the lighter back to her and says. "been back to the gym lately?"

her expression remains passive and disinterested, no twitch in her features. but there is a new tint of color in her cheeks, and it makes kuroo's grin grow.

he likes to make her blush. he learns that about himself very quickly.

she doesn't respond. she turns her head to the side and her eyes roll. he's not sure what exactly it is about him that she seems to dislike so much. it's like from the second he introduced himself to her, he got under her skin.

"if i ask you a question, are you going to answer it?" he asks.

she just gives him a shrug. "depends on how stupid the question is."

"is there a reason you seem to hate me so much?"

for a moment, she seems to toss the question around in her head. "i don't like the type of guy you are," is her simple response.

kuroo frowns. "the type of guy i am?" he presses.

"my type," she says, and kuroo freezes. now it's his face that flushes red. "i have the worst taste in men."

with that, she drops the end of her cigarette on the floor and stomps it out. she doesn't look at kuroo again as she disappears behind the bar door.

fun facts:

yn has the highest alcohol tolerance of the band

kiyoko has the lowest bc she hardly drinks

kiyoko & yachi are roommates, tanaka, nishinoya & yn are roommates

kuroo stood there blushing for like three minutes

bokuto and oikawa had a race shotgunning beers

bo won

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[bizarrelittlemew]

okay. i just watched the movie Snakeskin (2001). i bought a physical dvd in the year of our lord 2024 because Taika has 6.5 minutes of screentime in it. and now i'm sitting here trying to process wtf i just watched asjdhfdjsk so here are the highlights (thank you Meow @blakbonnet for going through this experience with me)

first of all, enjoy these screenshots from the trailer (i'm still not sure if they're mandatory disclaimers?):

...but say yes to snake imagery, because there will be a lot of it

we are definitely in 2001. this is extremely apparent throughout the whole movie. but especially from this girl's hair

Taika's character (Nelson) and his girlfriend (Daisy, pictured above) drive around in a repurposed ice cream truck and sell drugs btw. it's called Mr. Trippy.

main character Alice (Melanie Lynskey) is a huge fan of ✨America✨. her best friend is in love with her but she only wants Bad Boys. also said friend's name is Johnny but it's actually Craig

ALSO Craig-slash-Johnny is played by Dean O'Gorman (Fili)??!?!?!?

their hobby is to drive around picking up hitchhikers but only those who look not boring

enter The American. this guy is the most American you have ever seen. americans wish they could be as American as this guy. no one else has ever Americaned harder.

as you can see, i'm not lying. he even says "howdy ma'am" so we're convinced he is a real American

three skinheads are after The American because he stole their drugs (i think). he also stole drugs from Nelson and Daisy, who now owe money and/or drugs to their boss, who also has beef with The American for reasons i'm still not totally sure of

The American not only steals drugs and money, he also has a real gun(!!!) and fucks pretty much everyone?

"darlin'. u gotta earn the raaaiht. ter wear snakeskins 😎"

oh my god the sunglasses emoji just reminded me of the fucking sunglasses oh no i'm not sure i can do this akjsdhjsk this will make sense later i promise

do not learn gun safety from this movie

at one point, there is a whole lotta sheep. we are, after all, in Aotearoa New Zealand. and ok this had the cutest moment of Taika yelling "SHEEPY" out of a car

there's a scene where uhm. uhhh no not gonna describe this i think but. yeah fair warning this movie has some period-typical homophobia let's just say 💀 this is the live reaction:

MOVING ON

if you enjoy the 2000s aesthetic of "look how edgy we are doing drugs" *colorful-haired people on couches in dark club* *echo-y laugh* *hallucinations* *it's mushrooms look it's mushrooms we're doing psychedelics* then this is the movie for you my friend

oh and Alice also did acid at some point while being very "i've totally done drugs before" about it (((doubt)))

GIRL GET UP FROM THAT DIRTY BATHROOM FLOOR

[New Zealand accent] "wow. six and acid." yes she is living all her american dreams as you can see

by nighttime, all three cars (main characters, mr. trippy, and the nazimobile) and the motorcycle (mr. drug boss) have made it pretty far up the mountain, it seems. cute moment between mr. drug boss and nelson. look how :D he is!

but you know a movie with Taika in it needs to have a father figure talk down to him so he gets very 🥺 right after this

lots of shit goes down (i won't spoil too much if by any chance you still want to watch this) and it turns out that the older skinhead guy is the best actor in the movie??

and NOW things get weird

Craig and The American have so much beef by now that they decide to solve it by russian roulette

Alice's reaction to this is something like "ugh, you guys are crazy, i can't watch this 🙄"

like she just walks away?? GIRL THEY'RE AIMING A REAL GUN AT EACH OTHER

she keeps COMPLETELY UNDERREACTING TO WHAT IS HAPPENING like (spoilers from now on) CRAIG IS SHOT AND KILLED and she doesn't even run over and she doesn't even say anything to The American?? WHO SHOT HIM???? he's just standing there??

and then. AND THEN.

ok this is where i fully lost it for several minutes and missed half the following scene. i was fucking HOWLING like actually crying with laughter, i couldn't see or breathe and my partner got worried ksjdhfdjsk ok so here's what happens

they're in the car. craig is obviously very dead. alice is kinda in denial i guess. The American tells her to shut his eyes and she's like why? BECAUSE HE DEAD GIRL!! but she doesn't, she doesn't shut his eyes, no, this is what she does instead

I COULD BARELY MAKE THIS GIF BECAUSE I KEPT LAUGHING TO THE POINT OF TEARS

NOT THE SUNGLASSES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. THE UNTAPPED MEME POTENTIAL HERE IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS

ANYWAY shortly after this we hear one of the funniest lines in the movie (and it's not even about the shooting and killing of Craig):

"fuck, Seth! this isn't fucking America, you can't just go around shooting everybody!"

oh yeah The American does have a name and it's Seth

i'll just post a few chat screenshots for the next part because i can't really describe it, i promise we're almost at the end

after some incredible visual effects™️, we end with Return of the Sunglasses (and me scaring my cats away because i was sobbing again)

i haven't even really talked about Taika's scenes much (the reason i watched this in the first place) because the ending took me OUT and honestly he is maybe the most normal person in this whole movie. one review (from the trailer) wrote this:

and yeah that may honestly be the best way to describe it. 10/10 movie watching experience, highly recommend. thank you for coming to my snek talk

#snakeskin (2001) #ida.stuff #🐭📓 #anyway if you still wanna watch this movie hit me up lmao #i recommend drinking #but seriously i will go to bed now it's past midnight but i had to get this out #taika waititi

[lowkeyrobin]

Can i have mcyt + cellbit with a reader who has lots of pets like reptiles, birds and mice and stuff?

ooooo okay!! I don't know too much about little rodent pets (/lh) so I had to do some research, bare w me if anything is weird or wrong lmaooo

MCYT ; animal sanctuary

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & cellbit

warnings ; language, talk of harm towards animals

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

"Holy shit, what is this? an animal sanctuary? this is your house???"

he loves all ur animals dw

he's afraid of the little parakeets though

he mistakes them for pigeons at first 💀💀

"WHY ARE THERE SPY BIRDS IN YOUR HOUSE???"

"what⁉️⁉️"

he's jittery around the mice and rats but he comes to love them

if you have a lizard/salamander that likes to be heald/climb all over ppl, you know damn well he's allowing it to crawl all over him

so many selfies and pictures of the little critters all over his insta, tik tok and even twitter

he makes a whole segment in his show to talk about your animals 😭😭

"the first time I ever went to y/n's house, I actually almost pissed myself" cue pictures of your little critters on the screen behind him "these fuckers are so terrifying. you see that bird right there? he mocks me everytime I speak! hashtag ban rodents 2024"

TUBBO

"Oh my god."

one how do you afford taking care of all these animals, two, why???

"these are my lizards. they've all been rescued from abusive households where parents gave their kids an animal and didn't care afterwards. most of them had limbs cut off but they've just about all regrown by now"

"Holy shit?.."

he loves the fuzzy critters like the mice, rats, guinea pigs, hamsters etc

not the biggest fan of reptiles or amphibians, they look cool but no touching for him

you guys turn the lights off, and ur led lights on and have a little concert with the animals and stream it (the music isn't super loud dw)

if any of the critters like climbing around on people, he'll always record or take pictures of them doing so

"mothball was climbing all over me today" and below is a video of a little mouse making a home in his hair 😭😭

"I think I need to rename them to Remy because you might be the next Alfredo Linguine"

if he's over at yours while recording a video or streaming, he always gets distracted by the birds and has to say hi and show them off

God forbid you own a parrot for some reason, it's his whole personality now

lovesss talking to the birds that talk back to him LMAOO

RANBOO

absolutely loves the reptiles and fuzzy critters

always taking pictures of them

you two do this fun thing by inspiring outfits around your different animals

like one day it'll be a certain salamander and another it'll be one of your birds

loves handfeeding the critters

loves posting their goodnight pics with one of your critters in hand/climbing on them

you guys go to animal shelters if you wanna find a new pet or buddy for a critter of course

yall always get the ones with the saddest backstories and shit

ranboo gets an axolotl

they're obsessed with her, and is so good at raising the fishy lizard 🫶

you bring a salamander over to meet the fish and they have a connection istg

ranboo takes a pic and posts it to Twitter; "two best friends in two different worlds"

is probably slightly afraid of the birds at first, they're scared of being bit

uses funny pictures of your animals as reaction memes

FREDDIE BADLINU

absolutely loves all your little critters

loves all the colors of them as well, especially the reptiles and birds

if you have a snake, he's terrified to get near it but will always take pictures of it climbing all over you

"You feed him spiders?? 😨😨😨"

he's the bird master

birds all over him all the time, he's a walking bird nest

always taking pics of/with your animals

if you have hamsters, good lord he's paying more attention to them than you 😭😭

"hiiiii, how are you today?"

"why do you actually care about my mice more than me"

also loves taking to the birds that talk back

has genuine conversations with them too

you do a cooking stream and he HIDES A RAT IN HIS HAIR FOR TEN MINUTES

"what the fuck"

"BAHAHAHHAA"

NIKI NIHACHU

absolutely adores all your little creatures

always has to show them off online

and always telling stories on stream

"y/n has this one salamander and she likes to nibble fingers, and one time-"

always taking cute pics with the pets that like to be heald/like to climb on people

she's literally an animal godess I swear

she's a critter whisperer sorry not sorry

always taking videos of funny moments / when you're giving all them time outside the cage

there's always birds on her shoulder, sleeping beauty ass 😭🙏

literally becomes a photographer for ur pets, she takes the best pictures ever

she makes them little hats and accessories 😭😭😭

always buying them toys as well

in the middle of the night you'll be awoken with the RMRMRMRMRMRM of the hamster wheel she got the hamsters

ALEX QUACKITY

"HOLY SHIT WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY FUCKING ANIMALS?"

literally has to make a note on his phone to keep track of all the names

he is not touching no damn reptile

always posting pics online

you guys start fostering critters as well

turns on loud meme music and has a concert with the mice

he knows how to call the birds like he's fucking sleeping beauty

"how tf did you just do that???"

"magic"

"okay then 🤨"

you foster a duck together that had her wings clipped

you name her together (it's named daisyhq I can't even make this up. you did the hq btw)

mice and rats all over him and his desk 24/7

and he'll gladly show them off on stream

"can we get a parrot?"

"my brother in christ we already have two birds?"

CELLBIT

also lovessss your critters

he genuinley has conversations with the birds

so many pictures of your animals on his social media LMAO

he names the new ones (you left it all up to him) the most random things

always asking you about toys before he buys them because he feels bad because what if they're lonely and sad but he doesn't wanna potentially hurt them either

always fucking around with the birds when they're hyper

also plays tag with the mice/rats

also loves showing them off on stream and ranting about them for a solid ten minutes

he finds a rat on the qsmp and names it after one of your rats

walks back in the house one day with a rat like "I found a friend! :D"

"Holy shit bro"

selfies with critters in his hair >>>>

alright this is all I got this took me way too long...

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackityhq x reader #tubbo x reader #cellbit x reader

[yxngbxkkie]

rivals (l.k)

hey! i'm back with the skz street racing! i do apologize at how long it's been. the only thing is that i had to completely start over his fic, so the idea might be a smidge different than what was explained. it's 90% the same, but yeah 😅 i hope you guys like it! 💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

"Who's that?" You ask your boyfriend, Dal, while tapping his forearm. Your gaze focuses on the brunette across the street.

The frown on his lips is noticeable from where you're standing, his arms crossed over his chest. Dal releases a quiet grunt, and he rolls his eyes at the sight of him. "That's Lee Minho. He thinks he's hot shit just because he's quiet," he mentions, grabbing a hold of your chin.

Dal forces you to look away, meeting his eyes instead. "Maybe he's just quiet," you try to defend him.

"Baby girl, trust me," Dal mutters, releasing his grip on you. "He's an asshole. Stay away from him, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," you agree with a nod, grabbing a hold of his hand. "I trust you."

He smiles at you before roughly pressing his lips to yours. Heat crawls along your skin, doing your best to pull away from him. PDA isn't your favorite. Knowing other people are watching makes you feel embarrassed.

Dal proudly pulls back from you, giving your hips a little squeeze. "Come on, let's go meet the others," he offers, tugging you along with him.

You snap out of your thoughts when a hand snakes around your waist. Dal nuzzles his face in your neck as he stands between your legs. "Do we have to do this here?" You ask him.

"I just want to love you," he sighs.

A scoff leaves your lips as you look away from him, seeing Minho across the street. Today marks one year since Dal's warned you about him. You've yet to speak with the man as your boyfriend refuses you to go near him.

You recall the stories Dal has told you about him. How he'll play dirty just so he can win the race. How he's a womanizer, collecting women like trophies.

But looking at him now, watching him talk to the person beside him makes you think otherwise.

"Baby girl," Dal tsks, capturing your attention, "I need you to stop looking at him."

You furrow your brows, wondering why he cares so much. "Looking at who?" You play off, hoping to skip past the possessiveness. "There are multiple people here, handsome."

Dal rolls his eyes before glancing in Minho's direction. "There's no one else really over there, baby. No one goes around him except for Kim. I don't know why he'd want to be around him but whatever," he rambles off as he grabs your wrist, tugging you off the back of his car.

"That's his name? Kim?" You ask, not daring to look back, knowing it'll make him more upset. "Only reason I was looking is because I've never seen him before. Is he new?"

"Kim Seungmin is his name. He's not new," your boyfriend bluntly explains. "No one knows the reason why he disappeared for a while."

You hum in response, watching Dal as he walks towards the driver's side door. He grabs his wallet from inside, slamming the door shut afterward. "What are you doing?" You ask him, knowing the next race starts in ten minutes.

"I'm going to get something real quick," he mutters, quickly glancing at you. "I'll be back. Don't move."

He walks away from you before you can say anything else. A small sigh comes from your lips as you look around once again. Some people are finishing up the last touches to their vehicles while others converse, waiting for the race to start.

You find yourself looking in Minho's direction again, only to find his eyes already on you. Your heart jumps in your chest, not expecting him to stare so… sharply. Your gaze turns into a glare, the comments Dal has made about him coming to the front of your mind again.

Panic shoots through you as Minho pushes himself from the vehicle, making his way towards you. Shit, what do I do?! You silently question yourself.

"Y/N, right?" He asks as soon as he stands in front of you.

"How do you know my name?" You counter him with narrowed eyes.

Minho motions his head towards the direction your boyfriend walked. "Dal talks about you to everyone here. I figured you knew," he mentions.

"No, I didn't know," you mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed. Just how much does he say?

"He makes it seem like you know. But, I'm not surprised that he's full of shit," Minho rolls his eyes.

You shake your head, refusing to let him talk about Dal like this. "And you're any better?" You ask him, anger laced in your voice. "He's told me the stories about you, Lee Minho."

The brunette lets out a chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm sorry, what? What stories?" He tilts his head, and his arrogance starts to annoy you.

"Your collection of women that you sleep with?" You recollect, raising an eyebrow. "Your behavior is disgusting."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not knowing what you're talking about. "I don't collect women. You can't be that dumb, right?" The insult slips past his lips.

"Fuck you," you scoff, walking away from him.

Dal rounds the corner, almost running into you. Both hands rest on your arms, keeping you from falling on your ass. "Where are you going?" He asks. "I thought I told you not to move."

"I was trying to get away from Minho. He tried to talk to me," you inform him, your hands gently playing with the zipper on his sweater. "You told me to stay away from him, remember?"

He hums before kissing your lips. "Let's go see what the asshole wants," Dal seethes after pulling away, tugging you back towards his car.

By the time the two of you show up, Minho is about a quarter of the way back to his own vehicle. Dal shouts his name, gaining his attention as well as the attention of people around him.

"What do you think you're doing? Talking to my girl?" He asks instantly, raising his arms to shove the brunette.

Minho swiftly steps out of the way, avoiding being shoved roughly. "You introduced her to everyone else here, so why not me?!" He counters Dal's question, raising a brow. "Are you afraid she'd leave you for me?"

You and Dal scoff in unison. You didn't realize how much of an ass Minho was up until now. "For you?" Dal laughs, a smirk playing at his lips. "Dude, you've slept with half the women in this city. Why would anyone go for you?"

A crowd starts to form around the two of them and you begin to feel slightly uneasy. Minho taps his chin with his index finger, humming loudly. "Ah, right, I'm being pinned as a womanizer," he mentions before shaking his head. "I think I realize what's going on here."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Dal growls, growing irritated with Minho's attitude.

"Everyone here knows the record you have with women," Minho states, motioning towards multiple women. He points to one with platinum blonde hair, remembering her being with him a few weeks ago. "He was with her three weeks ago. I saw them down the alley."

Your eyes widen, looking towards the woman he's pointing to. "You're full of shit," Dal says, "I don't even know who that is."

"Of course you don't. I'm done with this conversation," he announces. "You're a fucking idiot."

Minho walks away, sliding into his vehicle. He revs his engine once before driving towards the starting line. The crowd begins to dissipate, and Dal walks over to you.

"He's lying, right?" You ask him, avoiding his touch.

"Of course he's lying, baby girl," he tells you with a scoff. "I told you how much of a dick he is."

He tries to touch your arm again but you stop him. "I need some air away from you," you tell him, walking away from him before he can say anything.

You run your fingers through your hair. You don't know what's worse, witnessing Minho's personality or finding out your boyfriend is possibly cheating on you. You find the woman Minho accused and you quickly make your way to her.

"Excuse me? Can I ask you something?" You call out to her, giving her a small smile. She looks at you hesitantly before she nods her head yes. "Was what Minho said true? I just want the truth. I won't get mad, I promise."

She releases a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but, yeah. I swear to God he never mentioned having a girlfriend," she confesses, placing a hand over her heart.

You swallow the lump in your throat, trusting her honesty. "Thank you for telling me," you tell her before walking away.

You try your best to keep the tears at bay, blinking rapidly while staring at the pavement. Your footsteps slow once you hear Minho's deep voice.

"I swear to God, Chan. I'm going to stop coming to these. This guy is the absolute fucking worst and it's killing the vibe," Minho says into the phone.

You stop in your tracks, turning your head to see the brunette sitting in the driver's seat. His door is open, his legs sticking out of the vehicle.

Minho's eyes meet yours and he can see the unshed tears in your eyes. "I gotta go," he mentions before hanging up. He lifts himself up, shoving his phone into his pocket. "Hey, are you okay?"

You let out a dry laugh and lick your lips. "I'm absolutely fucking peachy. I found out that my boyfriend's been cheating on me. Not how I thought my night would go," you spit at him.

His dark eyes look down at the concrete sidewalk. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your relationship," Minho sighs, slowly reaching a hand out to touch you. "He's been on my ass ever since I started street racing. I just wanted him to shut up."

"I'm sorry I believed his lies," you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

"It's okay. You didn't know, and you were being a supportive girlfriend," he shrugs his shoulders. "I forgive you."

A laugh escapes your lips as he gives you a sassy smirk. He's pretty cute… You think to yourself as it grows quiet between the two of you.

"Hey, do you think you can drive me home?" You ask him after a minute or two, looking up at him.

"Yeah, sure. Although I have a race to finish first," Minho laughs, motioning his arm towards his car.

You shake your head and reassure him that it's fine that you're willing to wait. He slides back into the driver's seat, shutting the door afterward. His eyes meet yours after he fastens his seatbelt, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you going to get in?"

Your eyes widen at his question. "O-Oh, I don't normally ride in the car during races," you stutter, shaking your hands back and forth.

"I'm not going to leave you standing here by yourself. Especially with him still around," Minho nods towards his passenger seat. "Get your pretty self into the vehicle."

You press your lips together, knowing that you won't be able to get out of this. "Okay," you whisper mainly to yourself, walking around the front of his vehicle.

He leans over the passenger seat and opens the door for you. You thank him and slip into the leather seat, shutting the car door immediately after.

"Y/N!" Dal's voice captures your attention, glancing out the window to see him walking closer to Minho's car. "What are you doing with him?! Come on, let's go!"

"You lied to me," you tell him, trying to keep yourself calm. "I asked you if Minho was lying, and you told me yes. But, I found out that he wasn't."

"Baby girl, listen," Dal starts to explain, his hand reaching for yours. "She meant nothing to me. Why would I need her when I have you?"

You let out a dry laugh, scoffing immediately afterward. "You're so full of shit," you shake your head. "We're done."

Anger flashes through his eyes, and he does his best to try and force you from Minho's vehicle. "Yah! Have some fucking respect," Minho curses, leaning across your body to shove Dal's hand out the window. "You don't get to treat her like that."

"Fuck you," he spits at the two of you before storming off.

Minho's hand gently grabs yours, feeling your heart starting to flutter. You meet his eyes, providing him a small smile. "Thank you," you whisper, squeezing his hand.

He laces his fingers with yours, a smile coming to his lips. "If you're free tomorrow, I'd love to take you out to lunch or dinner," Minho offers, leaning his head against the seat.

"Are you asking me out?" You chuckle and bite your lip.

"That depends on what your answer is," he says before starting the vehicle.

Other racers line their cars up with Min's, hearing the announcer state that the race will start within a couple of minutes. He releases your hand and places it on the head of the stick shift.

"And if I said yes?"

Minho glances over at you. "Then, yeah, I'm asking you out," he mentions smugly.

You hum in response, a light chuckle leaving your lips again. "If you win the race, I'll go out with you."

He licks his lips and revs his engine. "Only if I can kiss you for good luck," Minho counters, his need to feel your lips on his very high.

Your cheeks blush and you don't hesitate to agree. The two of you meet in the middle, your nose brushing against his before his lips press against yours.

One of your hands finds the jacket he's wearing, gripping it tightly. The kiss is shorter than you like, a whine escaping your lips when he pulls away. Minho hums before slowly opening his eyes.

"If I win, can I kiss you again?"

"Yes," you whisper as a woman walks in front of the line of cars.

Minho glances back at you as you settle into your seat, buckling yourself in. The woman raises the flags for about ten seconds before swiftly waving them down.

"Hold on tight, pretty," Minho smirks while shifting into gear, speeding down the lit streets.

~

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[thornybubbles]

What Makes Them Dangerous: Yandere Jotaro Kujo

Note: Finally decided to add more characters to this scenario. So here's Jotaro's.

Do I even need to explain what’s dangerous about yandere Jotaro? The man exudes violence from his very skin! While he is yet another yandere that will never show you his dark side (if he can help it), he has no trouble showing anyone else just how crazy he is for you. He tries to stay nonviolent most of the time, but he knows from experience that some people just can’t take the hint without getting a few of their teeth knocked out. Anyone that crosses you or gets in the way of his relationship with you will find themselves in his crosshairs. And they will quickly learn that this is a very, very bad place to be. Jotaro will try to reason with them first. He won’t bother to sugar coat things though. Gentle persuasion isn’t exactly his thing. If they keep messing with you or trying to separate you from him, he will put them in the ICU without hesitation (and that’s if they’re lucky). If they’re unlucky, well…. 

Jotaro doesn’t like the idea of taking a life, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t. He’s done it before and he’ll do it again if he feels he has to. Some people are just too stupid. Some people just don’t learn their lesson the first time. Some people don’t realize that Jotaro was being merciful when he only broke both of their legs. Some people simply don’t deserve to keep living. That guy that keeps flirting with you even after Jotaro nearly beat him to a pulp? He’s about to disappear. Jotaro only gives people one warning. If they can’t listen to reason then whatever happens next is completely their fault. Jotaro’s patience is limited, especially when it comes to you.

The worst part is that you can’t tell when he’s giving someone death glares or just being Jotaro. You feel like he’s giving your friend dirty looks, but it’s hard to tell because he tends to look at everybody like that. Dude’s got a fatal case of resting bitch face. It starts to bother you after a while and you finally decide to just come out and ask him why he keeps glaring at your friend, all he says is: 

“He’s annoying.” 

You sigh and shake your head. You don’t know what you expected. There aren’t many people around that Jotaro doesn’t find annoying so you aren’t really surprised by his response. You start to see less and less of that friend though. After a week or so of not seeing him at all, you start to get worried. He isn’t answering your calls, either. You decide to go to his house to find out what’s going on. You meet him just as he’s getting ready to go into town. He jumps when he hears your voice and visibly turns pale. You go to hug him and he just backs away from you, practically climbing over his car to get away from you, acting as if your arms just turned into venomous snakes. When you ask him what’s wrong he bluntly tells you that he doesn’t want to be friends with you anymore. You ask him why, but he offers no explanation. He just tells you that he wants nothing to do with you anymore and tells you not to call him or come to his house ever again. The whole time he’s saying this, he’s nervously glancing around and looking over his shoulder. It makes the situation all the more confusing. The whole thing upsets you pretty badly. 

You go up to your favorite spot, a place off the highway that is pretty secluded and overlooks the town. Hardly anyone goes up there, so it’s a good place to go to be alone. You aren’t alone for long, though, because the next thing you know Jotaro’s standing next to you. You have no idea how he snuck up on you so silently and it gives you a start when you turn your head and suddenly see him there, leaning on the railing next to you. He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a nod in greeting. You respond with a very glum sounding, “Hey.” 

There’s a moment of silence that lasts a little too long, before Jotaro breaks it. 

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” he asks, tone a little harsher than he meant for it to be. 

You stifle a sob, all of your emotions threatening to burst forth. You don’t want to cry in front of anyone, especially not Jotaro. You’re afraid he’d tell you to stop sniveling like a baby, because he sounds like he’s in a bad mood. After a moment though, you finally tell him about what happened between you and your friend. Jotaro listens intently, but doesn’t say anything. He offers no words of sympathy or encouragement. He just stands there and listens in silence. 

“I don’t know what I did to make him hate me and he wouldn’t tell me anything! He just pushed me out of his life like we hadn’t been friends since middle school!” You explain. “What’s so bad about it is that this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. It seems like all my old friends are all ditching me, too, and I don’t know why! I’m starting to think that there’s something wrong with me…” 

Another wave of emotion comes over you and you do your best to hold back the tears, but they start flowing in spite of your efforts. 

If Jotaro noticed, he didn’t say anything. Something cold nudges the back of your hand and you jump. You look down to see that Jotaro is offering you a can of beer. Whether you’re a drinker or not, you decide that tonight you could use something to take the edge off. You take the beer from him and open it. You take a few sips, not really liking the taste of it, but you’re not about to complain. Jotaro rarely does stuff like this for anyone, so you were going to take advantage of his rare display of kindness. It briefly occurs to you how weird it is that Jotaro managed to procure an ice cold beer way up there on the overlook, but that kind of stuff always seems to happen around him for some reason. You don’t question it. You look to see that Jotaro is already sipping on his own beer. He pulls the can away from his lips and stares at you with a serious look. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” he says. “They’re just shitty friends.” 

You looked away from him, staring out at the lights of the town. You weren’t too sure about that. If so many people were pulling away from you, surely it was because of something you did, right? Why else would they suddenly decide they didn’t want to be friends with you anymore? (If you only knew, Reader. If you only knew.)

“Stop worrying about it.” Jotaro’s irritated voice interrupted your brooding. “People that would cut ties with you and not even tell you why are not worth getting upset about. They’re just assholes and you’re better off without all of them.” 

His tone was a bit harsher than usual. He sounded legitimately pissed off. You didn’t say anything. You just took another sip of beer and stared up at him. He was looking out over the town, actively avoiding eye contact with you. He didn’t want you to see the murderous gleam in his eye. All he wanted was for you to forget about those losers and focus on him. You didn’t need them when you had him. 

“Besides… I’m still here aren’t I?” he muttered under his breath. The moment he said it he tugged the brim of his hat down over his eyes, feeling ashamed for saying something so sappy. 

It was just loud enough for you to hear and it caught you off guard. Jotaro was being awfully soft with you tonight. Well, as soft as he managed to be for anyone, but still this was unusual. Besides that, he was right. Of all of your friends, Jotaro was the only one that still hung around. He was the only one that hadn’t distanced himself from you. It was a miracle that he was even your friend to begin with, seeing how he seemed to hate the very idea of social interactions. If a guy like Jotaro was still willing to hang around you, and actually enjoyed doing so, then you must be doing something right. Fine. If your old friends didn’t want anything to do with you anymore, then you didn’t want to be around them anyway. Why stick around where you aren’t wanted? JoJo was a better friend than all of them combined!

“Yeah, you know what? Screw ‘em.” you said, suddenly feeling elated and free. 

You put the beer can to your lips and chugged the rest of it down, throwing your head back as you did so. Jotaro watched you with a small smile on his lips (which he hid by taking another sip of his beer). You finished off the beer with a satisfied sigh. It didn’t taste that great, but you didn’t care. You were celebrating a new beginning. From now on, you would only hang around people that actually cared about you. No more fake friends. If that meant that you only hung around JoJo, then so be it. At least you knew he wouldn’t bail on you for no reason at all. 

Jotaro allowed himself a brief smug smile before finishing off his own beer. While he was elated over the fact that he managed to make you forget about your former friends, he couldn’t ignore how depressed you were earlier. Even in the darkness, he managed to see your tears. He told your friend to stay away from you, but he didn’t tell the shithead to make you cry. Jotaro felt that he needed to teach that lowlife another lesson. Maybe a more permanent one this time?

#yandere jotaro #yandere jotaro kujo #yandere jotaro x reader #yandere jotaro kujo x reader #reader insert #yandere scenario #yandere scenarios #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #yandere jojo #jojo x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken

[draco-after-dark]

How do you think feral’s brozone (and co) would react to finding out about the support group?

Ooooooh this is an interesting one.

I also still need to do designs for Feral's brothers but not much changes just a few small things.

I'm going to take this in the direction of something me and a few other JD's group creators talked about before. It's basically a Brozone day where all the JD support group JD's and their brothers all meet up.

This also makes things easier because Feral can't tell his brothers about the group. For obvious reasons.

I guess it really depends on the timeframe. If were talking right after the third movie then they would all be pretty sad. They don't know where their JD is (except for Floyd but oof) and now here they are watching all these different JD's hanging out with their younger brothers. At least for the ones on good terms with each other.

They would definitely get approach by Eldest at one point or another. That man is wholesome and sweet to not check in on the group of brothers tucked in the corner with no JD insight or even near them.

Que sad convo where they explain they don't know where their JD is and that he's most likely dead. Eldest feels incredible bad and would defiantly make them hangout with his brothers for the rest of the event.

For Feral the event would be so over whelming he would tuck into a corner after running through the crowd trying to see if him brother might be here but would quickly start to panic and then run off. Hitman would probably find him hiding under a table cloth. Hitman would defiantly get some chips from grey and give Feral some snacks. Checking in on him periodically during the event.

Now if where talking a few moths after the third movie things would be a lot different. Feral would be so excited for him brothers to meet his fellow JD's. Upon entering the event he would pin point his favorite JD's very quick. Dragging all his brothers over to Eldest and Hitman. I can Feral grabbing the arms of which ever two brothers are closest to him and pulling them up into the air and shaking them around like a kid going "LOOK! LOOK! I FOUND THEM! WE FOUND EACH OTHER!"

I don't know if Eldest and Feral's brothers would recognize each other but i can see Eldest crying at the wholesome dynamic between them all. Feral's brothers all giving him head scratches like the animal his is. Feral trotting around with Floyd on his back as he gives then a tour of the house. Bruce and Feral starting a wrestling match in the living room. Snake would definingly be cheering on the sidelines or even join it dragging his brothers into the mix. So it just turns into one big play fight. Feral's Clay and Branch simple off to the side shaking their heads.

I can see Feral's Branch getting along with Grey easily and Grey giving Feral's Branch the info on the chip bag tactic. Branch may or may start keeping chips bags in his vest at all time incase a certain purple and green haired troll ever appears. Grey and Branch fist bump.

Also i see Feral grabbing Hitman abruptly when his mid conversation with some and picking him up only to place him down it front of his brothers and Hitman being the awkward man his is just stands stands well Feral starts wildly gesturing around. His brothers don't really know what his saying but clearly Feral really like this JD so after they get past the initial awkwardness they start talking. Also they all lose their minds over tiny Ronda. Clay most of all to where he starts going the shaking hands thing.

So yeah his brothers would be thrilled to know that even though their technically other versions of himself that Feral has a few nice and awesome people in his life.

It also explains where that chewed up prosthetic arm came from that they found in the bunker. Among a few other items.

So yeah they are very happy for Feral and it was nice for them to hear JD's voice again even if it's not their JD's.

Also they loose their minds over some of the stories Eldest and Grey tell them about Feral. Most notable is the chip bag and arm incidents.

They get mentioned so "Hey guys bet your weren't expecting this. L."

Eldest JD belongs to @matmiraculous

Hitman JD belongs to @lemony-and-zesty

Snake JD belongs to @gingisauce

Grey JD belongs to @ijjstlostthegame

#feral jd au #mcdracoson asks #trolls dory verse #jd support group #His brothers are very happy for Feral

[dorothygale123]

I just watched Yang Jian, soooo.... we're talking about that today.

More specifically these a-holes:

Buckle up.

Known as the 4 Heavenly kings, the 4 Diamond Kings of Heaven, or Fēng Tiáo Yǔ Shùn (風調雨順; lit. 'Good climate'), these guys play a pretty big part in the Buddhist religion. They are often depicted on doorways, two on each side, and like many other groups of 4 in Chinese myth are linked with the cardinal directions.

Mo Li Hung/Duōwén Tiānwáng/Vessavana/Bishamon-ten: Protector of the North and ruler of rain, as shown by his fancy umbrella, the Umbrella of Chaos. Opening it turns the skies pitch dark, and turning it upside down causes massive storms. (Fun fact: also one of the Japanese Shichi-fujin/7 Gods of Fortune)

Mo Li Ching/Zēngzhǎng Tiānwáng/Virūlhaka/Zōchō-ten: Protector of the South and a god of plant life and growth. He has a super special sword, Blue Cloud, that can cause massive black winds and turn into a bunch of spears that turn people to dust.

Mo Li Hai/Chíguó Tiānwáng/Dhatarattha/Jikoku-ten: Protector of the East and god of music. As a result, his main weapon is his sick guitar that can mess up nature and cause all sorts of weird crap to happen.

Mo Li Shou/Guăngmù Tiānwáng/Virūpakkha/Kōmoku-ten: Protector of the East and an all-seeing deity that watches over everything. His tools are a magic bag and the goodest little guy Hua-hu Tiao, a white mink. His shoulder-buddy can also be a snake or dragon, depending on the version, but I like the fluffer.

Now, these guys have important jobs and are well respected in their own rights and stuff, but their most famous Chinese myth seems to be that time they got their asses kicked by Erlang Shen.

Okay, I guess that isn't entirely accurate as he and Nezha were mainly helping some guy named Huang Tianhua, but still. (Also don't expect any info on that Tianhua guy, I got nothing)

Anyways, the story starts when some guys pray for help in battle and for some reason the 4 brothers decide it's totally worth it to go down to the mortal realm themselves along with 1,000 celestial soldiers to kick some ass. Mo-li Shou sends his little floofer to go around and eat the opposing army's soldiers while the big boys kicked butt, but unfortunately one of the soldiers Hua-hu Tiao ate was Erlang Shen, here called by his other name Yang Jian. Erlang doesn't like that very much, so he rips his way out of Hua-hu, killing it, then transforms himself to look like it and sneaks back to his 'master,' waiting for the moment to strike.

Back at the plot, Nezha manages to break the 4 kings' divine weapons, making an opening for Tianhua to kill 3 of them, leaving only Mo-li Shou. Turning to his trusty fur-buddy to bail him out, Shou tries to sic Hua-hu at them, but surprise! That's actually Erlang Shen who bites his hand clean off. The ensuing agony gives Tianhua the distraction he needs to un-alive the last brother and win the day.

And then I guess they got out of the underworld on good behavior or something, because they continued to be important gods in the pantheon for many centuries to come.

￣\( ´-｀)/￣

Sh*tpost Masterlist

#mythology sh*tposting #chinese mythology #investiture of the gods #journey to the west #chinese myth character inspo #new gods yang jian #yang erlang #yang jian #erlang #erlang shen #4 heavenly kings #new gods #new gods nezha reborn #nezha #lego monkie kid #lmk

[chiharuhashibira]

Hello again a thank you for doing the sanemi x abused reader it was soooo goooodddd !!! But can you like make a modern au of teacher sanemi x teacher reader plss???😳thank youuu🤗🤗

Hello again @skeleton-the-gangser! Of course! I would love too!

I want to insert here some plot inside my head and I think a Modern AU of Teacher Sanemi X Teacher Reader would do well on it. XD

But perhaps~ you'll see another character OwO And I hope it would be good for y'all~ UwU

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive

"Y/N-sensei, is it true that you're still not married by now?"

For the millionth time, you've sighed, releasing all of the pent-up irritation that these incessant questions have brought. The gathering was supposed to be a get-together with your old class, but instead, you found yourself in the hot seat.

It's clear that your students from two years ago were just curious about what happened to you. But it really irritated you that they quickly shifted the conversation from their newfound jobs or their college lives, to your nonexistent love life.

"For the tenth time today, yes. I'm not married. I'm still single at 25. For God's sake. Let's just stop talking about me. Let's just chat about how successful you guys have been."

Laughter echoed in the restaurant, but no sound came out of your lips. You just felt like you wanted to head home. You never thought it, but this reunion had become draining. It felt like all your strength had seeped out of your body as you dodged all their invading questions.

Looking around for help from your crazy group of students, your eyes landed on your co-teacher, who was watching how flustered you were all along. You widened your eyes at him, signalling him to come and get you from there.

It seems like Sanemi took that hint, and with a smirk on his lips, he stood up from his seat and went towards you. Rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt in the process.

You gulped when you saw the muscles on his arm, wishing that the man would never notice how you looked at him. Sanemi has always been fit, and there are times that you can't take your eyes off him.

An arm suddenly snaked around your shoulder, pulling you closer. With a creased eyebrow, you turned to look up at Sanemi, who's definitely taller than you. "Ey, ey! I can see how you've been pestering your Y/N-sensei. So I'll be taking her away from you."

Students often flinch at the sound of Sanemi's voice since he has always been the sternest teacher of you all. Often times, you would feel like hitting his head because of his attitude, but now you're very thankful for it.

Sanemi really did take you away from your old seat, despite the grunts that came from your curious students. For some reason, heat seems to build up in your cheeks as you realise that his arms are still wrapped around you. Sanemi's body radiated more warmth than you could ever imagine, as he acted so cold around some people sometimes.

He finally let you go once you were at his table. A small chuckle escaped from his lips as his purple eyes watched you settle down. "Why are you laughing, Shinazugawa-san?" You asked, rolling your eyes in annoyance and fluster.

You looked aside before being drawn into his intimidating stare, and he didn't even answer. "You know, if you'll tease me too—"

"I'm just curious too, Y/N-chan. Why are you still single?"

The audacity to ask that! Incredulous by what he had just said, you stared at him with wide eyes and cocked an eyebrow. You never expected that a man as stern as him would be interested in gossip.

Even though you were trying to keep your cool, all you could think about was punching the smirk right off his face. Maybe it's just the booze talking.

"Why on earth would you care?"

"Perhaps because I can change that?"

You seemed momentarily stunned. Did you catch every word he said? Is he actually so tipsy? After hearing what Sanemi had to say, your mouth nearly hit the floor in shock.

Is that a fucking confession?

There was a brief period of silence. You did nothing except stare at him in bewilderment, like a young child with no idea what was going on in the world.

Perhaps Sanemi couldn't stand that; he pulled you outside, making sure that none of your former students or co-teachers were looking.

No protest came from your lips, even as Sanemi had already carried your bag on his left shoulder, holding you by your right hand. All that matters in your head right now is figuring out what he just said.

One...

Two...

Three...

"What in the actual fuck are you doing, Shinazugawa-san?"

These words suddenly came out of your mouth as you realised that you were being dragged away from the gathering by your co-teacher, who seemed to be too drunk.

Yes, you will admit that you enjoyed the sensation of his calloused hand against your small fingers, wondering how his palm became like this in the first place.

"Oh, mind your language, Y/N-chan!" Sanemi teased, making you pull away from his hold. For real, what's on with him tonight? Curiousness and fluster mixed up within you, making you feel a boiling sensation in the pit of your stomach. You bit your lip and tried to steal your bag from him, but as he was taller and quicker than you, he just moved an inch, and all your efforts were wasted.

You groaned loudly, making some people look at the both of you. Realising that you both were in public, Sanemi raised an eyebrow at some bystanders and spoke with a cold tone.

"What's the matter with you? Enjoying the show? Go fuck off."

No one would ever think that this foul-mouthed man is a teacher with how he acts sometimes. You shot him a glance, mortified at what he had done, but it didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.

He looked back at you and sent you that smirk once again, which annoyed the hell out of you. "Shinazugawa-san, you're fucking drunk. Stop this." You're almost crying from too much frustration over his teasing.

And perhaps he had seen the tears that were welling in your eyes when Sanemi suddenly gulped and gave you back your bag. "Eh, I was just teasing. No need to cry, Y/N-chan." He said it as if both of you were children playing at the playground.

"Whatever!" You said, snatching the bag away from his hand.

You no longer felt like continuing on with the reunion and instead wanted to return home. You then turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, completely befuddling Sanemi. He chased after you, mumbling your name.

His mint perfume came to your senses, bringing back some memories. Whenever both of you are at school, you can always tell he's around because of his distinctive minty, masculine aroma. Sanemi loves to ask how you have been. Often times, he would help you carry books or even walk you to the bus station.

He isn't like that with the other people; it's as if he has a facade when it comes to them.

Or perhaps it's the other way around. You're the one who's seeing his facade.

"Hey, I was just joking earlier." He said it now, with a hushed tone, making you stop walking. As if he had lost his senses, Sanemi bumped into you, accidentally hitting his lip on the top of your head. A yelp came out of your lips as you turned to look at him and saw that there was blood on his lower lip.

"Shinazugawa-san! You should be careful!" You said that all of the annoyance faded as you took your handkerchief and wiped the blood from his lower lip.

It would be an understatement to say that you don't feel anything. As you wiped the blood from his lip, you couldn't help but witness how long his eyelashes were and how the little hair from his bangs moved with the littlest of his movements.

Gulping at the sight, you finally looked away and were about to step a bit further, but Sanemi caught your arm and pulled you close.

"But I'm definitely serious about one thing that I've told you tonight. I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N-chan."

What he had said surprised you. At first, you will think that he is drunk, but you will realise that there is no hint of alcohol in his breath. So, he's definitely sober, and he's clearly confessing to you.

You gulped and didn't answer him for a while. You stared at him once again and saw how serious he is by the look of his face and the glitter of his eyes. His lips, his plumpy lips... You suddenly had the urge to feel them and check how they would taste.

But then, you stopped yourself and these crazy thoughts... for a while...

"Shinazugawa-san, uh... Let's get your wound cleaned first. Then we'll talk about this again..."

A smile crept up his lips—not that signature smirk that he always wears. You didn't smile back, but you're sure that you're blushing like a schoolgirl.

"Where do we go then?" He asked while taking the opportunity to gently squeeze your hand. You took a deep breath and glanced at your hands, which were intertwined.

"Up to you..." You said it in a small tone, feeling a lump on your throat as Sanemi's fingers caressed your hands slowly. When you returned his gaze, his earnest grin changed into a childlike smile, and a flush appeared on his cheek.

"I know the perfect place. Come with me."

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1, 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆!

𝑶𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉, 𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉!!! 𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘!

So, surprise! This story will be chaptered, and it'll be my first chaptered fic since 2014/2015 I think? HAHA!

Thank you once again @skeleton-the-gangser for the prompt >///< I will definitely tag you to the next chapters~ I hope you like the first one tho!

Feel free to comment or reblog~

✌𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷✌

Feel free to request any content~ Would really love those UwU

Thank you for reading this fic! 🌸

Love yah all!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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[aylish91]

A Den Of Snakes

@seirindono I promised you a story about nagas a while ago but remembered you also liked mob/mafia aus. So this little piece started poking around my brain. New Au? Maybe? Don’t know, but I hope you like it!

Sorry if there are any mistakes, my computer has been a little glitchy lately and skips over a lot of stuff. haha!

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A black and red-bellied naga lounged behind a grand desk drumming his gold-laden phalanges against the hard wood. The clicks from the sharp tipped claws were slow and methodical, prickling the hair on your neck as the man who escorted you scuttled from the room. A brief glance back revealed another standing in the corner, darker blue scales fading into a light underbelly. 

Both wore impeccable suits, fedoras casting eerie shadows over their faces. 

Both, were heads of the mafia…

Unfortunately for you, you were learning things tonight. Some more important than others, but all things you wished you had known before. Like finding out the mafia existed or that it wasn’t a connotation when you had heard people being called Snakes. 

They were, in fact, giant man-eating snakes or those who worked for one.

Before moving here, you would have sworn mobs and mafias no longer existed. But here you were, holding a package filled with who knows what, while a concerningly large naga monster stared you down. To make matters worse, his upper half was that of a skeleton, piercing red orbs intently watching you from the void of his sockets.

It called into question every reason you had decided to become a freelance courier. It also explained why you had been getting jobs with increasingly higher payouts over the last several months.

If only you had figured it out sooner…

The tapping stopped, replaced by a deep drawl from the monster before you as he rose with an unsettling scraping of scales. “Good of you to finally make it, Doll. Been wait’n fer this for a while.” 

You tried not to focus on the sheer amount of coils and tail he had or the knowledge that there was a second equally large mass behind you. Instead, you locked onto those red orbs and ignored the feeling of eyes on your back. 

You had to be strong. That was all you could do in a situation like this. Suppress the shaking of your hands, show respect, and maintain a polite and professional manner. It got you through some of your more sketchy transactions and would hopefully get you through this one.

Letting out a breath, you did your best to offer a sincere smile.

“I apologize if the delivery took longer than anticipated, Sir. This was a bit last minute and I was not given proper warning as to the procedures of your establishment. In the future, should I be hired to make a delivery here, I will make sure to take that into consideration.” Pulling out your phone, you opened it to the electronic signature page. “If I could just get your preferred signature indicating the package has been delivered, I can be out of your way.”

As you presented your phone and package, you resisted the urge to look down and flinch when something brushed against your leg. The monster behind the desk didn’t move except to smirk and take out a particularly fat cigar. 

“That won’t be necessary. I know the guy who sent it and I have no plans on let’n ya go. You are part of the delivery, after all.”

Your smile strained.

Whatever you do, don’t show fear.

It was like a mantra in the back of your mind as you processed what was just said.

Movement behind you broke your concentration, something brushing against your opposite leg. The smug look of the naga before fell into a sneer, eyelights morphing into thin slits. 

There was an edge to his hiss.

“Sans, don’t–”

You almost tripped when a blue coil forced you back against a warm sturdy chest, an arm wrapping around to pin you in place. “I was wondering why you had me go through all the trouble of using this one. Heh. Didn’t think it would turn out to be something this interesting, Red.”

Red reared up, eyelights flaring with magic while his body physically puffed and shifted beneath him. Your heart raced, cold sweat beading on your neck from the sudden fear.

“Think ya overstayed your welcome, Sans. How bout ya go back ta the main house where ya belong and stay outta my business.”

Sans’ arm tightened around you but his voice seemed unbothered and relaxed. “Can’t do it bud. Your business just became our business. Think the others would agree with me.”

The air buzzed. “I found em first. Back off.”

You could feel the low chuckle rumble through you at Sans’ reply. “Sorry Red. Maybe next time.”

In a split second, Red lunged, throwing his massive body across the room with a roar. All you could do was close your eyes with a cry and brace for the inevitable impact. You felt strangely breathless after, as if you were falling. Then, with a very jarring sensation and an oomph from your captor, you fell forward and over top a pile of blue scales.

“BROTHER!!! I THOUGHT YOU ALL AGREED TO SHORTCUT INTO THE GARDEN, NOT THE LIVING ROOM!”

Confused by the new voice, you jerked up, frantically looking around. To your relief and horror, you found you were no longer inside Red’s office but in a truly massive and grand room filled with lounging cushions and short tables. However, there were also no less than three naga skeleton monsters among them. All eyes focused on you.

The ground moved.

“Sorry bro. Was in a bit of a hurry. Got an important delivery I wanted to make sure ya all saw.” Gloved skeletal hands lifted you to your feet before gripping your shoulder. “Heh heh. Welcome to The Den kid.”

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Oh. Oh no…

Grand Master            Mafia Master

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[infernalodie]

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

“𝘈𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Deftones - Rosemary

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Summary: You wouldn’t let go of him...

Warnings: Just heartbreak

Words: 1673

You didn’t know what you did to deserve this. To be tied up and forced to watch your lover be beaten in front of you. Your pleads for the young girl to stop and take you instead of Joel. But none listened, only willing to give you their time when they slapped you, silencing your cries momentarily.

If you’d known that the past would come back around the way it did, perhaps you wouldn’t have allowed Joel to follow through on what he did. Maybe you could’ve done it better and not killed as many people as you two did. But now, your decision to not try something different ended with your lover, your husband being placed in front of each swing of a golf club.

There was nothing you could do to stop it. It was a terrible fate beseeched upon you. Forced to sit here, arms tied behind your back, bruises and cuts along your face, and take in the side of Joel’s head is caved in. No one should be forced through this.

And when you heard Ellie come storming through the door, the dread only built in your stomach further. Seeing one of the men who Ellie had sliced across the face with her switchblade kick the girl in the stomach. “I’ll fucking kill you for touching her, you fucker! Your fucking dead!” You yelled, thrashing in your binds as a Hispanic man came over, punching you in the face.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” He ordered.

You spit blood, eyes fluttering open as your eyes found Ellie’s. Hearing her plead for Joel to get up. Her voice cracking, sobs falling from her parted lips was a stab to the heart. An irreversible sound you wouldn’t ever be able to shake.  “Ellie - Baby, look at me!” The girl turned her tear-speckled eyes to you, finding you crying as well as you tried to force a smile. “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look, okay?”

Ever since you came into her life, along with Joel, the two of you clicked. Like a light switch flipping to bring some light in the darkness, you had created the light in her life. So much so that she had referred to you as her mother. A woman to care for her and do anything to protect her. But it scared her that you weren’t taking care of yourself. Having to see your husband, a man you had met at a time when the world was a hellhole. A true romantic story that Ellie would find in the books you allowed her to borrow. She had no way to protect you as much as you were for her.

Although you tried your best, it didn’t matter when she saw the final swing of the golf club come down on Joel’s skull. The audible crack intertwined with raw flesh filling the air as Ellie screamed out. You closed your eyes, turning your face to press to the floor as your body racked with sobs. Tears streaming down your cheeks and hit the cold stone floor. “No,” you wept, rubbing your forehead harshly into the concrete.

“What are you gonna do when I die?” You teased, coming back with a freshly brewed cup of coffee for the man, who was sitting at his sculpting table. Glasses resting on the brim of his nose as he took a daring glance towards you.

“Probably keel over and die myself, darlin’,” he quipped, taking the cup as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. Snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap. A smile appeared on his lips when you yelped and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Someone’s a bit happy this morning,” you pointed out with a cheeky grin that never seemed to fade every day that passed. Even in the worst of times, Joel knew that your smile could cast away any darkness that clung to your guys’ lives. It was one of the many, many reasons why he fell in love with you 4 years ago. “But I don’t want to get in the way of your hobbies.”

“You are already in my way,” Joel quipped, making you scoff.

“Remind me who pulled who onto their lap?” You inquired, smiling at the gruff, yet, soft laugh that fell from the man’s lips.

There was a beat of silence before you cupped his cheek and stared deep into his brown orbs. “What would you do if I died?” You asked softly.

Joel stared at you for a moment, hands tightening the hold his hand on you as he sighed. “Burn the entire world to find what or who was responsible for it.”

“She’s pregnant!” Ellie cried, blood leaking from her busted nose as she lay tiredly on the floor. Abby held her knife to Dina’s throat, who lay unconscious in the brute’s hold.

Although things were coincidental with Mel having been pregnant, but still dead, it didn’t change the rage that burned inside Abby’s heart. “Good.”

“Abby.” She lifted her gaze, finding Lev standing by the door with a concerned look on his face. Abby got the message and her bearings. Shrugging Dina off of her and shakily standing to her feet.

Her towering figure stood above Ellie, shadow overtaking the auburn-haired girl’s broken form. “Don’t ever let me see you again.” A warning that Ellie understood and could care less about at this moment. She had just lost Jesse, Tommy was hurt or dead, Dina was hurt, and you were nowhere to be found after you ran at Abby minutes ago.

When Abby began to move past Ellie, a yell filled the air from her left. Turning just in time to feel the air in her lung be knocked out as she stumbled back. Lev pulled his bow, ready to fire, but was shot in the neck by a needle. His body tensed for a moment as he frowned, pulling the needle from his neck and staring down at the object for a moment before he tumbled to the ground.

Abby on the other hand, lay on the ground growling in pain as she stared at the large broken piece of wood stabbed into her side. Nothing that could kill her immediately, but if she didn’t deal with it, she might as well be dead. But her tunnel vision finally opened up when you came into view, her gaze lifting to find you staring down at her with bared teeth.

Your hair was astray and your cheek was sliced brutally from your fight with Abby. She’d tossed you into one of the displays at the front with a random piece of glass cutting you. But the hatred she saw then hadn’t changed one bit. If anything, she would say it had only grown. “Get the fuck over her, you bitch!” You spat, grabbing the girl by her braid and beginning to pull her towards the exit under the red lighting. Abby cried, shakily reaching up and trying to pry herself free from your hold, but it didn’t matter.

Once you had her where you wanted, you propped her against the wall. Backing away to stare at the girl for a moment, she cried as she held the wood, screaming when she tried to pull it out and finding no success. Her blurring vision found your hollow gaze and shook her head.

“You don’t have to do this,” Abby’s croaking voice tried to reason. Blood leaked from the corner of her lips as she stared up at you pleadingly. It was disgusting, to say the least, and your bitter expression showed just that. The pure disgust and hate you held for the girl that had not only hurt your daughter but her pregnant girlfriend. That wasn’t even mentioning the most valuable person she had taken from you.

Crouching beside Abby, you stared down at her with a snarl. Grasping the base of the wood and applying pressure, creating a scream to erupt from Abby’s throat. Whimpering and whining as she tried to push you away, but you only pushed onto the wood further.

“You took my husband, my world, and my happiness,” you growled, using your other hand to grab Abby’s braid and forcing her to look up at you. Tears brimming in her gaze as you lowered your head to be mere inches from her face. “And now, I’ve come to receive my blood payment, child.”

Backing away, you grabbed the bat hung off the side of your backpack and began to swing down on the base of the wooden pike stabbed into Abby’s side. Listening to her screams echo in the basement of the theatre alongside your grunts. Feeling Ellie’s fearful gaze stuck on you as she held Dina tightly in her arms. The sight was brutal, to say the least. Your eyes were hollow of any sympathies as you listened to the WLF soldier scream and plead, but you didn’t listen. Abby’s legs kicked about like a child as she tried to get free. But with each impact of the bat against the wood, her legs twitched with whatever amount of life was in her. Continuing until you finally heard nothing erupt from the girl’s lips.

You panted, arms aching as you lowered the bat to your side. The frame of the weapon was dented with slivers of wood sticking to its silver. Dropping the weapon you stared at the bloody mess made by your rageful. Abby’s eyes were wide as saucers as blood streamed from the edges of the wound in her stomach and from her lips. Closing your eyes, you let your head roll back with a hand running through your locks.

Turning your gaze towards Ellie, you found her already staring at you. With your hollow gaze and a wave of your hand, you walked past her. “Grab Dina, we’re heading home.”

You set fire to the world to find who was responsible for taking Joel from you. Just as he said he would’ve.

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[official-n3va3h]

Pt 2 for "it's always been you before me"

PLEASE 🧎‍♀️

A/N: THE LONG AWAITED PART 2❗️GUYS IVE BEEN TEYING SO HARD TO GET THIS OUT BUT SCHOOLS KICKING MY ASS RN BUT I FINALLY GOT IT SO PLEASEEE I HOPE U LOVE IT

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“It’s always been you before me” pt 2.

« Lee Minho x fem reader »

Genre: Angst,

Warnings: cursing, slut calling (twice), argument, yelling

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It’s been around a month since ur ordeal with Minho. You’ve been getting by for the last month, attempting to distract yourself from Minho and your feelings for him. He’s changed no different still avoiding you but then calling you the second he needs something and still you came running. So here you are in the library trying to study. Around a half hour goes by and your losing motivation slowly. You closed your laptop and packed your belongings in your bag, as you were walking u bumped someone.

“Oh sorry” you spoke.

“Oh your fine” the stranger said.

You looked up and saw a girl with a sweet smile across her face. It made you smirk ever so slightly.

“I’ve seen you around…I think we have classes together” she spoke

You haven’t been paying attention for the last couple weeks still stuck on your past with him.

“Oh…I haven’t really noticed sorry” your voice was quiet.

“Don’t be, not your fault, you know, you shouldn’t be so. Hard on yourself over little things” She said confidently.

You haven’t heard words like that from anyone in a while, comforting sweet words they met so much to you, yet to her it probably met nothing, she was just telling a stranger not to worry.

“Oh…ok” you responded

“Well how about we be friends hm? you give me your number and I’ll text you later” she said somewhat excited.

Friends. She wanted to be your friend, a smile grew across your face.

*

“Friends, common love, it’s obvious she just wanted to use you for some reason.” He spoke.

“But, Minho we barely know each other she really seems so genuine and sweet.” You a aid whilst getting dressed. Since she invited you to her birthday party.

“Baby…what have I told you, you go above and beyond for people, always so desperate for them to like you”

You stood still as you were putting on your outfit.

“Huh” your voice trembled.

“You heard me…you look desperate as always” he said nonchalantly.

You couldn’t believe him even after everything, you still gave him a chance in your life, even after the shit he pulled on you at chans party. Yet here he was flaunting his opinion at you. As much as you wanted to speak up you couldn’t no words came out just a nod. You changed into a black dress with puffy sleeves and added some jewelery

“See isn’t that better, still don’t know why your going to that damn party with her but at least you won’t look like a slut while your there”

His words felt cursed like he was a snake and you were his prey and he was slowly closing in on you.

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Y/f/n🧡: hey, you ready? I’m outside.

Y/n: yup, here I come.

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You grabbed your phone and walked towards the door.

“I’m leaving so when you leave please lock the door and don’t forget to turn off the lights” you said to him

“Yeah, yeah whatever” he said carelessly as ever.

You have a slight smile and left you when into you friends car.

“Soo who’s the boy, I can seen” her voice curious and giggly as she pulled off

“No one special” you said.

Those words felt lifting almost “no one special” that’s what he was no one special.

*

The drive was around 30 minute small conversations and singing of the radio filled the car. For the first time in a while you were smiling, genuinely happy.

You guys arrived at the party and you got a little hesitant remembering what happened last time you went out to a party but you have confidence this time Minho wasn’t here to ruin it all.

“Come on I’ll introduce to my friends”

She grabbed your hand rushing into the party, after greeting a few people, you guys met up with a few people. “Guys this is y/n” she introduced me, I gave a soft smile and waved. The rest of the night was unbelievably well I spent the night with y/f/n and her friends and I ended up getting close to one impaticular. After awhile we snuck off from the party outside to get some fresh air and you took fond of him. You guys exchanged numbers and eventually your friend found you and you guys left.

“Soo did you have fun?” She said while driving

“Yeah it actually wasn’t half bad , it was pretty fun” I said smiling towards the window.

“Oh, you expected my party to be bad, I’m hurt” your friend said sarcastically.

After awhile of talking you were back home and to your surprise Minhos car was still in the driveway.

“Thanks for having me “ I said leaving her car.

“Of course, it was so fun, call me later hm?”

“Yeah”

*

You walked back towards your apartment and went inside. You looked at the clock it was around 2am, you were taking your heels off in the dark living room an a light switched on in the kitchen.

“Your finally back huh?”

“Your still here hm?”

“I mean I was gonna leave till I seen this”

He slid his phone across the counter showing you a picture of you and one of your friends smiling hands wrapped around eachother hugging.

“It’s me and a friend yes” you responded a little agitated. I mean who the fuck was he to ask you who you were with after he pulled the shit he did.

“It’s not like we’re dating?”

“Ok and? Dosent mean you go slut yourself out to the first boy u lay eyes on.” He responded annoyed.

At first no words were coming out but then finally your mouth started moving on it on.

“You’ve gotten be fuckin kidding Minho.” You didn’t even notice your voice beginning to raise.

“Your in MY house trying to tell me who the hell I’m allowed to see or do, I mean you can’t be fucking serious”

“Don’t be like that babyy..yk you love me so let me hel-“

“No, no, you don’t get to act like that anymore, you don’t get to call me that, to back hand the fucked up shit your gonna say to me after, you left me remember, dating or not, when I was at my low, YOU left me” you didn’t even realize how upset you were, fist balled, eyes watering.

“You stranded me at a fucking party and watched me get humiliated in-front of everyone and still did nothing, instead you flirted with your ex, who you claimed to have broke your heart”

You tried to lower your voice but the more you spoke the louder you got.

“I was there, every-time you called, every single time, and the one time I need you, the one fucking time, you didn’t even bother to help me, and I finally found people who like me for me, and you can’t take that from me.”

He was shocked standing up looking at you tear away his wall.

“You don’t deserve me and never will, your just some guy with an ego the size of the fucking world, and frankly it’s not my problem anymore you didn’t need me then and you don’t need me now.”

“Y/n, what are you talk-“

“Go” I cut him off point towards the door

“Get the fuck out”

“Y/n cmo-“

“Go, GET THE HELL OUT ALREADY” in-between breaths. You grabbed his jacket shoved in his chest and pushed him out.

You slammed the door. You wanted to cry but before your tears could escape, u felt a release, like a weight off your shoulders.

A week later, you found yourself in the library again but not alone this time, you felt a lot happier lately, smiling and always looking forward in life. You ended up blocking Minhos number after he continued to text and call you, it was too late now, you were tired of giving him chances and letting him go may have been the best thing you’ve ever decided to do.

I mean things are a lot better when it’s no longer you before me, no?

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A/n: OH MY GOD AHHH STOP THIS JUST CMSE TOGETHER I HOPE ITS GOOD AND WVRYONE LIKESSS ITTT LMKKK HOW IT IS

@hannie-bees

#skz #stray kids #fanfic #my writing #reading #writeblr #skz headcanons #lee know #skz angst #skz stay #lee minho #stray kids au #ao3

[hueningshaped]

★ matter to you | c.sb

▰ genre: overall fluff, hardly any angst

▰ word count: 4.6k

▰ synopsis / request: you’re in a huge friend group bc of an academic club and somehow you and soobin get close, especially so when your birthday is forgotten ft choi beomgyu 🥳

warnings: internal monologue at beginning so ➡️ boring, brief mention of skin picking, small close knit friend group > huge fake one, missed bday, seems/kinda is very self indulgent but i think we all deserve to be seen

note: i feel hopelessly silly for saying it but it’s my birthday today ! and i wanted to celebrate with a post :D tysm for being here &lt;3

Being in a big friend group has its pros, but for some reason, now, as you sit directly in the middle of a long booth, surrounded by friends who double as strangers these days, you can’t bring yourself to name any. The cons keep piling up in your head, even as you try and give everyone the benefit of the doubt. It was your birthday today, but it seemed as if everyone had forgotten, which was no big deal.

It didn’t bother you one bit.

You flinch hard when you look down at your fingers to see you’ve ripped too far on your cuticles, stinging songs of pain whispering with inflections of blood coming to. Uh oh.

It’s a particularly large group of possibly 12, 13, 14, 15? — you pause because you’ve never seen those two people in your life — people at a bistro. Your heart aches for the servers, who didn’t even get a heads up about such a large party.

Earlier, you’d asked the most extroverted of the group to let the restaurant know about a fourteen top, so you could be guaranteed a good table or at least a party room. However, clearly, it fell deaf to everyone’s ears. You wished you didn’t get nervous about making calls or talking to authority.

Everyone around you seemed deep into their own conversations or they took pictures of each other, giggling and sharing phones, but it seems like none of the people who’d sat close to you seem to notice you’re even there, well, except when earlier you were asked to take a group photo.

God, why’d you even bother coming to eat? You don’t even like this kind of food.

The door jingles once it swings open, a breeze running through the air.

That’s when you remember, or rather, your heart remembers for you, thumping wildly in your chest.

Soobin bows his head at the hosts. Your friend, Beomgyu, mirroring his action and fixing his face mask, as they both make their way to your big table. Your big friend group, or at this point, group of acquaintances, one by one, turn heads and cheer at their late arrival. Oh, God, is there even any space for them? You’d hoped to sit beside them, but not wanting to seem clingy, you didn’t bother messaging him or sit near the edges.

After all, in a big friend group, it appears to be key not to get too close to anyone, especially to people who make you sweat, get nervous, and practically swoon over.

This is what you get for moving to a new school, trying to get out there, join a club to make friends, and immerse yourself socially when you’re the type to strictly prefer solitude and quietness.

“Soobin, where’ve you been, man?!” One of the guys in your group call out to him, standing to hug him. Beomgyu pouts and whines, “and what about me!”

Some of your friends crowd around them, but because of their heights, their heads stick out. You try your best not to stare too much.

But, before you know it, you find those hyperactive, brown eyes, and they find yours. Hey, you tried your best…

Your heart pounds in your ears as he beams so bright at you, as he parts through the sea, Beomgyu snaking off to find a server for some menus. Where’d the menus go, he thinks to himself, with all the noise and crowd.

Soobin waltzes up to you, hopefully unsuspicious of your sudden interest in your phone. Your thumb swipes up and down through the settings when your name is called from graceful lips.

“Hi, Y/N!” His deep voice drawls out with steady excitement. Kind eyes, pearly whites, and dimples greet you from up above when you lift your head. It’s like having a glimpse of Heaven.

His night black hair is grown out a bit since the first time you all met. It’s straight for the most part, but waves can be found in it itself. He wears a nice set of layers, colors that go so well together that they are pleasing to the eyes. Perhaps you’re biased.

Your other friend joins you later: Beomgyu and his somewhat grown out hair, that shows his indecisiveness to keeping it growing out or to cut it short. His whiskers that show up when he smiles. They’re a sight for sore eyes.

But, mainly, to you, it’s…

“Soobin!” You fail to hide the joy that overtakes your tone, but it just makes his cheeks flush, unnoticed by you.

The dim lighting in the restaurant hangs low from the ceiling, flimsy chandeliers that attempt to add ambiance for the theme of the eatery all but fail; however, it works the opposite for him. It gives him a glowing halo, one to match his warm and bright aura. He lets out a shy laugh, eyes skimming around for a seat beside you (at least you hope).

“Hey, is it okay if Beomgyu and I sit right here? I know that means you have to scoot—“ He asks the girl beside him, who you had taken photos with the week before but has ignored you since then, in a low voice, which makes your pretend-aloof facade slip up, you nearly drop your phone into your glass of water. She obliges with a nod that shows she’s more than thrilled.

As he and your other friend eventually settle in, to which the servers must be praying to whatever higher being out there gives them strength, conversation is stirred with an ease that takes you aback, but you don’t even let that shock process, simply enjoying the thrill of your childish excitement and adrenaline.

Food is ordered, appetizers are also ordered in the time that everyone waits, and Beomgyu is going on about how he’d want to get his nails done but his love for guitar trumps that when Soobin turns to the girl from earlier. You swallow down a lump, but overall, it doesn’t bother you; Beomgyu’s simple compliment of your manicure leads to a conversation that makes you laugh a little too hard.

It makes your level-headed mindset tremble, and you hate that it does—the way you realize you’re all just a friend group. You know that you won’t be getting close to everyone as you want to, considering the drama and rumors that flow easily.

It was only a miracle you’re just invisible as a human being.

While the adrenaline dies down, your attention occupied by your friend, Soobin can’t help his curious self to ask, “So, when are we singing Happy Birthday? Please don’t tell me they make the whole restaurant sing it…”

His club mate and neighbor to the right, who’d scooted down for him and Gyu, looks up from her phone to stare blankly at Soobin before letting out a squeaky cackle and playfully smacking his arm.

If his buddy, Taehyun, were here, he’d say, “…touchy…”

“Oh, God, Soobin, you’re so funny! Haha, silly, Mika’s was last week. There’s not another birthday until two weeks. Don’t worry though; when the time comes, we’ll celebrate just like we are today!”

Soobin’s face drops. Two and two have been out together, and he turns to steal a glance at you, where you sit — wood separating the two of you. He is unable to rip away his hyperactive eyes from you; your expression is taut with a big smile and laughter that touches each and every feature on your lovely face.

How could everyone have forgotten your birthday? And how could you still hold a beam so bright and winsome?

He regretfully turns back to the person he’s talking to, legs bouncing hard that he accidentally knocks into her and she stifles a glare at him. Oh, it must be a skill at how fast he can ruin any situation.

“Uh, sorry,” he mutters, and she nods with a tight smile. “Then, what’s the occasion for today, then?”

“We all wanted to grab a bite and hang out outside of school. Also, it’s the first time you’ve joined us in a while!” She giggles. Her tone is looser and easier, but he feels worse.

When the food comes out, much to everyone’s surprise, only you three dig in. Chatter is heightened and it looks as if everyone ordered sides or appetizers mainly. At the realization, you all three just laugh and eat up, talking about movies and random meal combinations that are yours and their guilty pleasure.

There is so many people around you all, voices far louder than yours, but the moment between you guys is tender, focused in a way that everything else is blurry and background noise, and you’re actually friends. It feels real.

But, knowing that you shouldn’t get so comfortable, especially over someone you have a crush on and his friend who you truly want to closely befriend — BFF level, you feel restrained, heart squeezing.

Time surprisingly creeps up on you when you finish your meals, seeing that some of your acquaintances have taken off. It’s near closing, your server leans exhaustedly at the hostess bar, and you take it upon yourself to silently tell the guys maybe they should initiate leaving. And because it’s them, the life of any party, it works!

Everyone parts ways, and by everyone, it’s just you wordlessly breaking off from the rest of the group, who take separate cars to attend some party or make a pit stop to the convenience stores. It sounds like fun, but since you’ve experienced firsthand — especially without a friend like the ones before you — that idea makes you want to go sky diving and bungee jumping a hundred more times than that.

Soobin takes note of their lack of care towards you, which doesn’t look like it bothers you, but he figures it’s from the normalcy. While you had gone to settle your ticket and apologize to the servers at the hostess bar, Soobin had disclosed to Beomgyu that everyone had forgotten your birthday, and Gyu nearly shouted at the top of his lungs.

From there, they had decided to improvise but overall, to make your night.

“Hey, um, so I got a ride with one of the girls over here, but they all kinda left in a hurry,” you pause to laugh. The three of you now stand outside, on the corner of the street, next to the old pedestrian pole. Lots of people your age walk all around you, and it only adds to the sheepish feeling to run through your veins, thick and heavy like molasses. The guys just blink at you, ignoring the breezes. The temperature is trickling down little by little.

“Would it be okay to ask you guys to drive me home if you did drive here… actually, if not, or even if you did, I don’t mind taking the bus or something!”

Beomgyu gasps loudly in exaggeration.

“How could you even think… we’re rich enough to have our own car? How sweet of you, Y/N,” that makes you quiet, processing his words, before bursting with a laugh. Soobin shoves his shoulder with his own at that.

“We’re kidding, but we walked here!” He says with a squeaky laugh. The street lights begin to illuminate across the blocks, a few purple lamp posts dazzling the evening sky, which has its own shade of lilacs and dimming sunshine.

“Actually,” Soobin clears his throat, gazing into your eyes. “We wanted to hang out with you, if that’s okay with you? I know, I know, it’s scary. We can do it like we did last time — in a public area, us and the rest of the guys, too, or whatever you feel comfortable with. I-I just wanted to ask… because I wanted to hang out…”

Autonomy betraying you, your jaw drops subconsciously. Gyu laughs and teases you, mimicking your face while you try and laugh away the embarrassment.

“That’s so nice, aw! Of course! I wanted to hang out with you guys, too!”

Beomgyu elbows Soobin at that, and they argue through their eyes.

Since you were already out in the most metropolitan part of town, you decided to stay and walk around for a few hours, jumping from shop to shop, trying the samples from cafes, all while getting to know each other better — even stopping to play on the playgrounds each time you would encounter one.

It made you laugh way too hard to see these large boys unable to enjoy fully any ride due to their height. You did at least get go on the swing, to which Beomgyu pushed you so hard in efforts of trying to get you to go around, whereas Soobin merely sat beside you. He had to stop himself from getting greedy and wanting to not look as desperate, so he simply opted for his friend to take the reins.

By the third park in the square that you’d spent the night in, you all decided to settle on one of the benches, overlooking the other half of the lit up city. Soobin had opted to hit up the convenience store to pick up some drinks for the near cinematic view and to commemorate the night.

Both of them had yet to wish you a happy birthday, waiting until their surprise, and well, obviously, only the elder was losing his mind over it.

“Hey, I hope you don’t find Soobinnie rude for his behavior,” Gyu speaks up during his friend’s absence, looking up to meet your eyes. He sits on the actual seat whereas you sit on the table.

“Hm? Rude? I could never think that of him. Are you kidding?” Your tone is rocky, words responding a little too quickly. Beomgyu chortles, slapping his knee at that.

“Of course, you wouldn’t…”

“Huh?”

“Nothing, I just meant that… well, he’s still kinda shy. He gets shy when he genuinely wants to leave a good impression on a person. Soobin is holding himself back, you see,” you nod along to his words to show that you are listening and processing, little lisp and quiet voice you notice that is so remarkably Beomgyu. “And he’s even more shy when he likes the person, so he’s a mess.”

It takes some higher power for you not to show your initial reaction on your expression and the quaking of your heart on your sleeve; you aren’t sure what he means by that, but all you know is he can’t possibly mean what you think he means.

Loose gravel and dirt gives away the return of Soobin, who trudges towards you both with his phone flashlight on, and this creates a palette of colorful lights down by his feet.

“Took you long enough!” Beomgyu teases and Soobin scoffs, placing the bag on the table. He joins his friend on other side of the bench seat.

“Then, you should’ve gotten the stuff had you known that you’d be much faster. So, is it still my fault?” He smirks a little, thinking he finally managed to make Beomgyu slip up but the boy just playfully shoved him instead.

“Yes!”

“Shut up…”

Their playfulness, which reminds you of little brothers, makes you very comfortable and kinda sorta safe. You can’t help the little grin growing on your face.

“Okay, Y/N,” you hear your name, too enamored by the sea that is past all the colorful city lights and homogeneity of buildings.

“Hm?”

Numerous, colorful, but tiny sparks and flames move past the corner of your eye, and you smell the permeable underlying scent of matches. You gasp.

There on the table surrounded by heaps of snacks and drinks that you and they love sits a birthday cake with a big heart and a teddy bear on it, pale against the tall candles over it, all lit up, by the way.

Soobin and Beomgyu smile so big and wide. Your expression must be laughable considering the giggles tumbling wildly out of their mouths. They clap and shake the table with their joy.

“You…” words aren’t enough to describe what you want to say or how to feel.

“We?!” Gyu screams before being smacked by Soobin.

There is a prickling sensation behind your eyes, an indication and a warning before your very ones take on a blurry film of the tears that are pooling and pooling. They inundate sooner than you’d thought, and soon, thin but slow trails of tears make their way down your cheeks.

“You guys…” your voice is shaky, but you ignore it, wiping away the wetness on your face with your fingertips.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” They both greet out at the same time before choosing to sing the song for you. Soobin watches your body language with rapt attention, hoping that this was a good idea.

He can’t say it doesn’t hurt the way you’re so shocked by this simple gesture that you’re crying quietly. That realization catches him off guard.

“Yay, let’s eat now!” Soobin nods in agreement to Beomgyu, who put on a party hat, making you snort and lose your tender emotions.

“Thank you guys… for this… I mean, really… you didn’t have to do any of this, but because you did, it means so, so, so much to me. By the way, who told you guys?”

Their proud, almost flustered faces drop at your question.

“Oh, well, we just remembered,” Soobin explains.

Beomgyu scoffs.

“He just remembered. Sorry, Y/N, I, like everyone in this god forsaken world, forgot. It was he who reminded me.” That makes your mouth form a small ‘o’.

“Yeah, haha,” Soobin becomes shy, stopping the cutting of the cake. It gets your other friend impatient to let out a little whine. “Sorry… And yeah, honestly? This was the only one I was able to remember.”

Your heart picks up in your ears and behind your throat, but you shake it off, bringing your plastic plate torwards the tallest for a slice of cake.

The rest of the night rolls with Beomgyu using his phone to play soft, acoustic tunes that neither you or Soobin disagree with, and chattering about silly drama within your club, even little rants about school or work. You were all taking sips of your drinks.

A third of the cake remains, but the guys told you to take it and eat it tomorrow — with them!

For the third time, they’d wanted to hang out with you, and that alone shocked you to your core.

It’s growing pretty late, which means that the journeys to each other’s house will be just a tad bit riskier and scarier. They seem to notice it just as fast as you did. (You have this feeling that you all think on the same wavelength, and that seems far fetched since you haven’t gotten to that level of friendship, but still.)

Now, on the walk towards your home first, both tall guys walk on either side of you, chattering about a cafe you all want to try, when a shiver wracks your body, your fingers rubbing together, since all you’d worn and brought was a sweater that originally was enough.

Of freaking course, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Soobin. It’s been a few minutes of him watching your tiny gestures that are in efforts of warming up. His shyness has simply been holding him back.

He realizes he can’t keep at this forever, so wordlessly, he pauses, causing you all to stop.

“Hey, what gives?”

“Shush,” he mutters, taking off the thick black denim jacket and bringing it torwards you gently. As always. “Here, you should put this on.”

You blink up at him, your mini you’s that run your brain -- in your imagination — all are running around in circles and screaming ceaselessly.

“Huh, Soobin, you’re going to be cold. I’m fine, put it back on, okay? You need it,”

He smiles kindly because this is the expected response.

“Y/N, I’m perfectly fine. I’ve got a sweater, too, but I’m not cold. That’s why I think you should take it, okay?” His voice is cool and collected, so you nod, putting on and letting your tallest friend help you put it on. It’s so warm on the inside you have to bite back a pleasant sigh, and also, it’s laughably huge on you.

“Thank you, Soobin,” you say, warmth overtaking your face and looking at your feet. The three of you continue moving. His own cheeks and ears blush intensely.

“No problem at all, Y/N.” You both turn to smile at each other before looking away quickly. Beomgyu rolls his eyes to himself, with no hard feelings; he just is impatient seeing you both so shy over nothing.

As you both stroll past the shops and square you were at originally, flashes of light distantly pop from somewhere far away, but close enough that you see fireworks. Thankfully, you don’t hear the pop as loudly as it would be, but it shines and bursts so beautifully. It’s a sight to see. It’s a wonderful way to end the night.

The walk to your best friend’s place, as you both had planned a sleepover, is not far at all. Unfortunately, that means the walk ends faster than you’d expected. At least it means they get to be home even quicker.

The three of you stop at your best friend’s gate, texting her of your arrival and she quickly responds — excited to spend the rest of the night with you. She’s coming down to get you, it seems.

“Well, this is my stop,” you say, suddenly shy. “Um, thank you guys for um… everything. It’s been the best night ever. The best birthday in a long time.”

That makes Soobin’s plump grin falter a little.

“I’m gonna call a cab real quick since I’m too lazy to walk back home. Just one sec!” Beomgyu suddenly explains before walking away.

“Y/N,” the boy in front of you starts, wanting to say so much, but he just shuts up at your face. The look and shape of your eyes, the way your mouth is set, especially when you smile or are shocked, everything about you paralyzes him a bit. It’s all so full of wonder.

“Yeah?”

“I really do hope that your day was good—“

“It was! Don’t worry! Seriously, you guys made my night!”

He smiles, wistful look in his winsome eyes.

“Good. Because you deserve it. I’m-I’m glad we can hang out outside of academics.”

You are unable to tear your eyes away from him, even when Beomgyu returns, even when your friend is calling you and already at the door.

It takes both parties calling out your names for you to snap out of it. Somewhat.

“Well, I’ll see you again tomorrow,” Soobin says breathlessly as you are getting escorted by your friend inside, who doesn’t fail to greet and say goodbye to the boys. Beomgyu is doing the same, steering the taller off the property, going on about how the cab will be at the intersection in two minutes, which is about two minutes from here.

“Yeah, just um… text me!” You say, eyes widening at your so-confident statement. Oh, right, he had your number. He nods in agreement, as does Beomgyu.

“Happy birthday, again, Y/N!” Soobin throws out.

“Thank you, Soobing. I mean, Soobin! Sorry!” Gyu cackles at that, and before departing completely, you both share a wide smile.

“Let me know when you guys get home!” You holler before you all go separate ways. Adrenaline gone, back against the door, your hands are shaking, and oh, wait, you forgot to give Soobin his jacket back. Rather, Soobin forgot to take it back.

When you’d neared the gate, you were already taking it off, but he shook his head, insisting you kept it on. For some reason.

You sigh, frustrated at how your heart is acting like you just met the most famous person in the world. But, if it’s one thing you have to do, you have to get over it. This is normal. This is kind. This is friendship. It doesn’t matter, and you don’t care a thousand times more than you should.

In fact, you have to pretend like it doesn’t matter. Because it doesn’t.

You don’t care that Soobin sees you regardless of the setting. That despite his own shyness, leaps a hurdle and crosses rivers to comfort you in a way that makes him burn up. That his smile is the widest when you see him and his laugh is the loudest when you make him laugh. That he makes you feel important, not just in of your stupid academic club, but as a person. That he’s asked you to hang out with his friends in a public place, to make sure you felt safe, and that they, just like him, actually wanted to know you then and certainly now, made an effort to do so, and without fail, gave you a stomachache from laughter. That he, just like you, hates parties and talking to new people who are there for the pictures only. (He prefers videos and calls, anyways). That he made your day in ways you’d never thought possible. That he saw you, didn’t forget you, remembered your birthday, and decided to celebrate it. That, from the first moment, has made you feel seen and heard, in a group and sea of countless other special people that he has known or met. You especially don’t care that he cares, and that’s final.

Your cheeks are so hot, hands frigid, jacket is so big on you, and the cake that’s in a plastic bag hung on your arms weighs a ton.

“Y/N, my sweet, what’s gotten into you?!”

What a story you have for her tonight.

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

As for Soobin, he could only wish that he got silence, but he should’ve known better. Beomgyu and his freaking motor mouth.

Sure, the jog to meet the taxi is filled with giddy giggles, but then, there is suddenly no end to the teasing imitations of you both.

“‘Oh, happy birthday again, Y/N!’” — he fake gasps — “‘Why, thank you, Soobing, ooo, I mean Soobin!’ You guys are hilarious!”

“Beomgyu, please…”

“Ooh, Y/N, by the way I have a massive crush on you, and I wanted to confess my undying love to you—“

“Choi Beomgyu!”

“—but, my sexy, awesome, brilliant friend, Beomgyu, was a third wheel for the night, but Y/N is so nice and made him feel included,’” Beomgyu suddenly drops the fake tone he used to imitate you and Soobin with a great sigh. “Why don’t you just tell them?”

He too exhales tiredly, unknowing of an answer. He feels silly, naive. It’s a big friend group, and you didn’t have any obligations to talk to him, let alone be his friend. But, you did.

“Someday, not today, though.” Soobin’s mouth moves before he processes. His cheeks heat up some more.

“Yeah, of course, not today. They left already and the day is over. How about tomorrow?“ He tries, earning a halfhearted glare.

“You don’t ever get tired of talking, do you, Beomgyu?”

“No,” he giggles. “But, you love me all the same.”

“Sure,” he sighs, tired from having been so calm despite being excited that he had to tense his body up. “I wonder how tomorrow will go, since we didn’t do much and I still feel so crazy. Is this how crushes go?”

Beomgyu shrugs.

“No idea. Might even be love, for all we know.”

And, looking back, even then, he could definitely say it was love.

It has always been, and it always will be.

#txt imagines #txt x reader #soobin imagines #soobin x reader #txt fluff #txt scenarios #tomorrow x together imagines

[whorekneecentral]

reader x mason mount where reader is an f1 driver and mase is at the race(like he was in Monaco) and they meet and then like go out to celebrate after which they fuck

k I'm gonna turn this into mason and reader were fwb prior to monaco!

Monaco has always been good to you. 

Every year since you started racing, you’ve gotten a podium in Monaco and if not, you were in P4 and just shy of the podium but this year in particular has been incredibly kind to you. 

P1 and fastest lap in the city of glamour was nothing if not a reason to celebrate. 

You had tons of press to get through, squeezing your way through the crowds of people, stopping to say hello to fans and friends you saw. There was one person in particular that caught your attention. 

Mason’s arm snaked around your waist, your press officer holding his phone to take the photo of you two. Your race suit hung at your waist and you can feel his fingers just under the hem of your t-shirt. 

“Behave,” you whispered, a smile on your face. 

“You never do,” Mason whispered before taking his phone back. He thanked your press officer and he pulled you in for a friendly hug, “congratulations, y/n.” He kissed your cheek and with that, you were off. 

--- 

The win in Monaco meant one thing; party. 

You, your teammate and a few of the guys from the team, along with some friends had all found your way to the club for the night. 

The night went on and you were enjoying yourself; dancing, doing shots, singing along to the horribly loud music that was playing. You were quiet and kept to yourself on track and you joked around sometimes but this was the first time you really let yourself relax all season with the guys. 

The place was packed, people pushed up against each other and you felt a hand on your back, causing you to turn to see who was behind you. 

“Mase!” You smiled at the man, the shots from earlier finally kicking in. 

“Hey you,” his arm wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. “Let’s get out of here?” He suggest and you weren’t gonna say no. 

Between your races and his games, you two barely saw each other like once every other month. 

For the two of you to be in the same place for this long was a sign that you had to be together or perhaps it was just the tequila talking but nonetheless, you made your way down the back hallway of the club. 

The bathroom was grimy to say the least but you’d hooked up in weirder places before. 

Mason’s lips were on yours the moment the door shut, hands tugging on the dress you had on. 

"Keep quiet, okay?" 

Even with the music blaring, you can hear his belt unbuckle before he pushes your dress up a bit. Your fingers squeezing around the edge of the counter when you feel him pull your panties to the side. 

You nod and Mason pats your hips, telling you to spread your legs a little more before he pushes into you. You bite down on your lower lip to keep yourself quiet, your knuckles turning white from how hard you're squeezing the counter, your ribs hitting against it softly with each thrust.

Mason’s hand wraps around your throat, pulling you back slightly. "So good for me," he whispers, kissing down your neck. 

#mason mount #mason mount smut #mason mount x reader