#this took so long bc i was gonna draw another art but decided against it bc i kept procrastinating BXFKJGLDFJ

[i-luvsang]

nct dream reaction to their s/o kissing their neck

request: none genre: fluff summary: how do the members of nct dream react when their s/o kisses their neck (in a very innocent, soft way lmao) warnings: none a/n: shfjdsjshdjd this was my first time writing a reaction, i hope y’all enjoy and that it doesn’t suck too much lol. it’s really long XD like i just got more and more carried away fksdhksd

➳ mark

well

this boi loves to kiss your shoulders

i just know it i’ve also seen it in like fifteen different posts but that’s not the point lmao

anyways, this time you wanted to try it instead

so you were hugging

and he kissed your shoulder like he usually does

and then you pressed a soft kiss on the skin where his neck meets his shoulder

to put it simply, he melted

he loved it so much, like so much, i cannot stress this enough

he pauses; in shock, but quickly recovers and hugs you even tighter 

he has the the softest, most adoring little smile on his face (along with a light blush cuz he’s kinda a shy baby haha)

then i think that he’s pull away just enough to press the sweetest kiss on your lips 

because that little kiss you gave him made his heart overflow with so much love that he just had to

now you both regularly kiss each other’s shoulders/neck and it’s just really cute hehdhdj

bonus: when you like actually kiss his neck (rather than shoulder) he gets so frickin soft and flustered and blushes like crazy but he really really loves it lol

➳ renjun

so he was drawing/painting like the talented artsy boy he is

and you were kinda just hanging around on the couch a few feet away

you were bored, but for the moment content with just watching him be talented and pretty

the way that his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he carefully put in the details was just so adorable

so adorable that you had to do something about it

that something entailed standing up and quietly walking up behind him

at first you just admired his art for a moment, something that he was used to you doing

but gosh he was just so endearing

so you leaned down and around, gently kissing the side of his neck

this boy froze

he could not, for the life of him, suppress the smile that started to grow on his face

his dimple popped out

and he tried not to freak out

but his blush was so evident like boi-

and again, he was just so cute, so you kissed his neck again

and this child is just about to combust because of the sheer amount of hearts and uwus inside him 

so he angrily slams his drawing utensil on the table and attacks you with kisses all over your face

➳ jeno

you were snuggling with jeno on his bed

and it was already very very soft and adorable

he was laying on his back reading a book and you were like halfway on his chest

and obviously you love jeno too much for your own good

so you wanted to kiss him

but you’re also a lazy child just like me, so you settled for kissing his neck

you just tilted your head up slightly and gave his neck a cute little smooch

you could feel him tense slightly in surprise and pleasure but this little fricker pretended to keep reading his book

but you looked up at his face and his eye smile was so big that you were sure he couldn’t even see a thing, much less read the words on the pages

so you smooched his neck again and there was absolutely no way that he could resist you

he set his book aside and wrapped his arms around you, pressing the most loving big kiss on the top of your head

he gave you another kiss

and another

and a n o t h e r

because he’s fricking whipped for you and then makes you tilt your head up so he can kiss your lips too

so in case you couldn’t tell jeno liked it when you kissed his neck

➳ haechan

this little--

istg he’s gonna be the death of us all

so you were sitting next to donghyuk; both of you doing some sort of work

and you finished first, so you kinda just sat around, very bored and wanting some entertainment

of course this baby boi loves to tease you

so you were like

“i should tease him back”

by kissing his neck

and you probably knew by then, that kissing his neck would not be his loss, would not act as teasing for him, but rather would backfire on you

but like i said, you were bored and you wanted some attention, so you leaned over

and kissed his adorable little neck

this babe freezes, turns to look at you, and just smirks

“awwww my baby can’t live without my affection for just five minutes, can they?” “you know you could just ask if you want me to kiss you. no need for these obvious hints”

and of course you mentally facepalm but you knew it was coming

besides it was cute because he was actually blushing

and he would never admit it but that made him really happy and soft

he ends up pressing the sweetest kiss on your forehead before turning back to his work (that he can’t focus on bc all he can think about is how much he loves you)

➳ jaemin

so this baby hadn’t seen you in a few days

and by his texts you could tell that he really missed you (and you ofc missed him a bunch too)

so you decided to go surprise him at the company building while he was practicing

you asked renjun and jeno to help you surprise him a bit, so they made sure that he knew you weren’t coming and that he’d be there when you come

you got there safely and successfully yay and headed to the practice room that jeno told you they were in

you walked in and were very happy to see the jaemin’s back was to you

so you motioned for the boys that noticed you to be quiet and ran up to jaemin, attacking him with the biggest back hug

but THEN you decided to kiss the back of his neck

he was already dying of happiness when he felt his arms around you

and that little kiss just sent him over the edge with love and joy

he MELTED OK HE MELTED INTO YOUR ARMS

it was like all the stress and any negative emotion inside of him just melted away and he just felt so touched by that little kiss from you

especially because he’s the one who usually initiates physical affection

i think he’d actually get slightly emotional, especially if he had a hard/tiring day

is just overwhelmed with gratitude for you uwu

turns around and hugs you so tight and won’t let go of you for the rest of the week day

➳ chenle

honestly who knows what you two were doing

you were messing around with each other per usual

but you got tired lol

so you kinda just found yourselves tangled up on the ground

you were probably giggling like maniacs

and you were just so happy and in love with chenle that you had to smooch him

but like i said you were kinda just a mess of tangled up limbs

so you couldn’t reach his face

therefore, you opted to kiss his neck, which was just in reach

you gave him a big, dramatic, adorable smooch right on the front of his neck and above his collarbone

when i tell you he smiles so wide? i mean he smiles so. frickin. wide.

the biggest grin adorned his face and he lets out the loudest, happiest, most pleased laugh in the world

is really just beyond happy

he literally asks you to do it again

so obviously you do

and he freaks out again

spends like fifteen five minutes trying to get untangled from you so that he can kiss you all over and hug you into oblivion

just adores it when you kiss his neck and wants you to do it all the time

➳ jisung

so you were sitting in this baby’s lap

(which made him extremely flustered at the beginning, but once he gets used to it he actually adores having you on his lap, like idc if you’re taller or bigger than him in any way, he loves it)

you were kinda just chillin on a couch, probably both looking at your phones

it was just very soft cuz he had his arms around you and you were all curled up against him

jaemin probably walked in and threw a blanket on you, as well as took fifteen thousand pictures of you without you noticing somehow

anyways, you kinda just looked at his face and were like

“dang my boyfriend is so cute and i love him more than anything in this universe” as you should

so you were like

time to initiate some sort of other physical affection to make him extremely flustered

you’d never kissed his neck before and now was the time to do so

so you reached over and pressed a sweet, gentle kiss on the side of his neck right below his jaw

as we all expected, he f r o z e

he became a block of hecking ice idc if it was in the middle of summer tho that would make jaemin putting a blanket on you slightly odd but we can ignore that

basically he was just really flustered and a blushing mess but it most definitely makes him very happy and smiley

ok does anyone know how to fix the stupid formatting/spacing error thingy it does for bulleted stuff that it does in the app?? lol

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[soymilka8]

Spray Paint - Hwang Hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin X gn reader !

genre: fluff

warnings: none, just a bit of cheesy stuff tho. (this is my very first fanfiction here so i'm sorry if it's rough, i'm not really all that familiar with the layout of Tumblr yet lol.)

word count: 3.5 k words

synopsis: hyunjin helps you fulfill your dream of spray painting on one chilly christmas night.

master-list.

also, please let me know if the owner of this gif is okay with me using it! bcs i literally just searched up hwang hyunjin snow in gif.

the sound of something pulling you out of your sleep.

eyes lazily lift themself up for a better view, body suddenly going limp as you bother to make out the muffled noise. it was 1AM. usually, your figure would have been awoke at this time, with the pads of your fingertips gliding across the controller and your exhausted but dedicated eyes glued stuck to the screen.

but today wasn't one of those days. it was indeed christmas, as you observed how the snowflakes would cascade down the clean window of your dorm room. it was indeed, christmas.

you sighed delicately, snuggling closer to the warm blankets which were the only thing keeping you snug this head aching holiday. another one of those days where you couldn't sleep, another one of those sleepless nights where you were a mix of being too tired but not tired enough to get the desired slumber.

it always happened at christmas, too. it had become a tradition by now, not having the capabilities to sleep during the first fall of snowflakes.

another sigh.

somehow, this year has gotten worse. maybe by the end of the holidays, you'd be looking like a dead zombie because of the lack of sleep. you chuckled at the thought. though christmas is a holiday spent with family, friends, acquaintances and just having fun in general— you had none you'd consider as any.

ping.

— except, for maybe that one.

a grin had spread across your features as your hands nimbly reached for the phone underneath your pillow, opening the phone with your password and eagerly responding to the message. perhaps, a tad bit too excited you were but as you saw the words written on the notification, your grin couldn't help but enlarge. okay, maybe you were more than excited.

you immediately jolted up from the comfort of your own bed, grabbing a pair of warm boots and heading out the door in hurry. you couldn't bother to put on anything affable any more, your pajamas were most likely warm enough.

and so, you ran and you ran; with the delicate but heavy christmas snow disrupting you, and the cold weather wrapping around your finger like a ring, you continued on running with the same stupid grin spreading across your features.

because finally, you had something to look forward to this christmas.

“are you sure this much is enough?”

“we might need a bit more...” a battle inside of your head occured as you contemplated. it was rough, having to use your head when the weather was inhospitable and gloomy. not to mention, you were not wearing clothes suitable to which you inwardly groaned at. curse your sudden heap of excitement, curse your bad decision making.

having to decide in the cold winter weather was tiring when all you wished for were warm clothes and the abilities to turn back time, to go back to your dorm and switch attire but alas, no point in doing so as you were already out now.

all you could do was nod, shaking the can bottle abruptly and briskly walking away. the convenience store didn't provide as much warmth as you had hoped. not only were you stuck in cold weather but in your shameful panda pajamas.

“let's buy two more, at least.” a voice threw you out of your trance. you shifted slightly from discomfort, eyeing the person who accompanied you with hurry. “no, this is enough.”

“but that much paint is only gonna take us the face to draw, what about the rest of the body?”

a breathy sighed ran past you as you finally gave in, caging your body in an attempt to pass through body heat. not that you were successful in doing so. “fine, let's get five more bottles.”

a grin had spread across the other person's features, along with the redness of his nose and the moon shape of his eyes. your heart stopped so suddenly, as if the frost stuck beneath your whole stomach went away in a whiplash; it was now swarmed with butterflies, filling you up with warmness. though you couldn't see much of the face because of the beanie and his large coat enwrapping him, heat crept upon your skin at his god sent features.

he was all too perfect.

once he had returned with five more bottles, you payed at the cashier with your own money and the both of you excited the air conditioned convenience store, the both of you feeling the same exact thing: it was damn cold in there.

“here, hold the spray bottles first.” the man said to you upon exciting the convenience store as he handed you the bag filled with spray bottles. albeit hesitant, you took the paper bag and raised your brow at confusion upon seeing him remove his coat.

“hyunjin, what are you doing? it's cold, don't remove your coat.”

he only grinned at this though, now creeping closer to your and wrapping the cost around your shoulders. he pulled back, reaching for the paper bag in your hands, placing them on the ground, and inserting your arms carefully inside his large coat. you were still confused at this, appalled even as you stared at him through wide eyes.

sure, you had already felt warm because of the coat but what about him? is he not gonna feel cold? and most importantly, why would he go as far as giving you his coat?

“you can wear it for now, i'm not cold.” he answered the question inside your head, giving you the same closed eye smile he once did in the convenience store. hot, cozy, butterflies spread again in the out of your stomach. you were looking for warmth earlier but now it seemed as if it was too much it was almost overwhelming.

“... thank you.”

was all you were able to muster as he held out his hand, grabbing hold of yours, and dragging you with those large footsteps of his.

through the buried snow and the noisy headlights, you were there, to hear hwang hyunjin's heavy panting breathe against your ears and you wouldn't have it any other way.

it had always been your dream to make kids smile.

the thought of their laughter reaching your ears or simply just imagining it was enough for you— for the both of you as he promised whatever your dreams were, it was his as well.

maybe it was just the fact that you were a castaway, maybe trauma had etched itself into you far too deeply and you were afraid of being someone you hated most but whatever it is your heart was feeling inside, you were grateful he was always there beside you.

as you stare at the blank billboard in front of you, a soft smile ran down your face; your hands were holding two bottles of spray cans, shaking it slightly with a hint of excitement in your features. he was beside you, gawking at the way your eyes would sparkle at the thought of making your dreams come true.

hwang hyunjin possibly fell down a deep hole just by you. your dreams, your aspirations, your melancholic voice, your soothing comfort— you, you, you. his mind was simply filled with you.

“are ya ready, hyunjin?” you voiced out, breaking him out of his daydreaming. hyunjin shook his head abruptly, a blush covering his features and nodding at you as he followed your stare at the billboard in front.

it was big, big enough to catch people's attention. actually, no, scratch that. it was larger than the both of you had initially intended; it was more or less, enough to keep people staring and observing. still, you didn't mind as you prepped your bottles and neared the billboard.

a santa clause, reindeer, over-joyed kids, and fake reality you had planned of painting against the smooth surface the night before. having told hyunjin this, he was a bit surprised at your idea of spray painting on an enormous billboard with him. usually, it would only be him and his group of friends who'd cause mischief such as this, drawing random drabbles, art, and graffiti, waiting for the police to chase them.

he never brought you into any of his gimmick despite knowing your hands were creative. he was simply too overprotective. though he'd usually tell you of what he and his friends do every single time, at 1AM, he once again, never had the courage to tell you to come with them.

you never did, really. you never bothered to.

however, once you suddenly came in out of the blue, asking him to take you to one of the billboards with him only— hyunjin was confused and denying of this fact. he didn't want you getting in trouble for illegally doing graffiti and albeit the sound of prison romance sounding real pleasant against his ears, he knew that prison was not what it seemed like in books and novels.

though your persistence is what shook him off the most and eventually, he agreed to taking you with him to one of the graffiti spots not without manifesting that if ever the police do come, he'd be the only one to get caught.

he lazily shook the bottle around, eyeing the large and tall billboard. you had come with him once, on his graffiti trip with his friends. though it was long ago, you were still aware of what you had to do to reach the higher parts of the billboard. there were platforms, large and safe enough for you to climb onto.

and without any hesitation, you easily climbed onto one of them, surprising hyunjin as he hurriedly went beneath the platform if ever you were to fall.

“hyunjin—” you called out from above, sensing his presence underneath you as you started spray painting, “go do as we had planned, i'll be alright.” you tried on reassuring. hyunjin slowly but hesitantly backed away from you, biting his lip in the process as he continued to stare at you from above.

he felt on edge but nonetheless, he tried his best to focus as he neared the billboard and did his own part.

twenty minutes, thirty minutes, an hour, two hours, three hours— and finally.

“wah!” you heard a gasp from beside you.

finally!

you were done, the beautiful art work from beside you, displaying across as it had come to contact with the shine. it took hours of work, hours of neck pain but alas, you were done finished.

you attempted climbing off the platform, your foot walking backwards. you thought there was a ledge down there— you thought. a small yelp escaped from your lips as you had no time to process whatever it is just happened, you only felt the cold breeze of the rising sun hitting your face as you fell. it once again, felt chilling. your body froze like earlier, so cold and barren.

but before you even think of hitting the hard ground, you felt something catch you. they felt like strong, arms and you looked to the sides, only to see your only and only friend— hyunjin, eyes wide, mouth agape and delving in worry. he had caught you within his arms.

carefully setting you down onto your feet, hyunjin had sighed and lightly brushed of his pants. you were still wide-eyed, trying to process what just occured. you could've gotten a concussion down there, you could've gotten brain damage or worse— you could've forgotten about hyunjin.

the worse possible scenarios of whatever may happen to your body dissipated as you thought about ever forgetting hyunjin, you couldn't bear to lose him, not him. and without even realising it, tears started to cascade down your cheeks as your breath hitched from the sudden emotion you felt.

your heart had panged loudly within your ears, the thought of forgetting hyunjin getting louder and louder. soon, those droplets of tears turned into sobs and hyunjin looked at you with confusion and worry. his hands were fumbling with each other, confused, and maybe even heartbroken.

had he caused this?

but as if his minds were paralyzing his actions, he neared your figure, raising your chin up to look at his eyes and with his soft and gentle fingers— he brushed the tears off of your cheeks. hyunjin cooes softly, bringing you towards him further and entrapping you into his warm arms. his were around your shoulder as yours were around his waist, hugging him tightly.

“what are you crying for, you cry baby?” he teases.

“i— i don't know, it's just—” you choked on your own tears and hyunjin cooed again, hugging you tighter than ever and patting your head in the most comforting manner.

“your dream came true, right? look,” hyunjin pulled away from the hug, staring softly into your tear filled eyes as he caressed your cheeks. his head pointed into the direction of the bottom of the billboard, your head following soon after.

and there, you saw a few little kids.

you saw them, staring at the art you drew with hyunjin in awe. you saw how their eyes sparkled, how they pointed and how some would say, “look it's santa claus” or, “wow, rudolph the red nosed reindeer!”

and it warmed your heart.

you slightly pulled away from the hug, nearing the edge of the platform of the billboard and waved at the little kids who came to stare at your drawing. hyunjin followed soon after, sitting down beside you and placing his hand on your waist incase you were to fall again. he promised he'd catch you again this time.

“did you draw this with your boyfriend?” came a cheeky little kid's voice, followed by the soft teases of the other kids as they pointed towards hyunjin. you blushed, shaking your head profusely and attempting to scoot away from hyunjin's grasped.

“n-no, he's not my—” but before you can think of saying any more and moving away from him any further, hyunjin pulled you closer within his arms as he gave the little kids a small wave and his captivating smile. “i drew this with my angel, do you like it?!” he said gleefully.

the little kids followed, throwing giggles and teases of their own. some even whispered, and some just smiled upon seeing your interaction. you however, sat beside hyunjin, cowering away and covering your face with embarrassment as hyunjin waved to the little kids, playing with them from a distance.

you slapped his thigh with your free hand, still keeping the other on your face as you urged him to stop.

“hyunjin, stop, these are kids!”

hyunjin only grinned, halting his finger and heart pointing at the kids as he looked at you. his eyes had softened upon seeing how embarrassed you were and albeit the sun starting to shine so brightly, he removed your hand from your face and gave the side of your lips a quick peck.

your eyes widened, he just kissed you.

he kissed you, in broad daylight— well, not really broad daylight but the point was that he kissed you, in front of the kids!

“hyunjin, what—” and he kissed you again.

for the second time, the third time, the fourth being on your forehead, the fifth being on the tip of your nose, the sixth being under your chin, the seventh being on your cheek and the eighth on your lips.

your eyes were left agape, you couldn't hear nor feel anything anymore. the kids’ voice were a blur as you try to figure out what's real from what's fake; nothing was a dream. hyunjin really had kissed you, and so proudly at that.

you suddenly felt hyunjin lay his forehead on top of yours, the grin still very much visible on his face,

“merry christmas, angel.” hyunjin whispered, caressing your cheeks gently. the smile on his face never faded as he stared at you lovingly, those orbs hold such emotion that you felt it going through your whole body. hyunjin was there, he really was there to share your dream with him.

you smiled back, pulling out of the sweet moment and giving the kids another look. you all saw their lovestruck faces, some were covering their eyes and some held emotions with such disgust it made you chuckle. the first kiss was covered by the sun yet the following was visible, leaving them to bathe in the sweet moment you and hyunjin shared.

you gave them one apologetic smile, opening your mouth to say something until you heard something loud.

it was sirens.

the police had finally come and you flipped your head sidewards, seeing at least about five cars making their way towards the alley you, hyunjin, and the rest of the kids were at. your eyes once again widened and you froze, staring as they neared towards your figure.

you'd been with hyunjin and his friends a couple of times yet whenever the police do ever come, you always stay stuck like ice.

“angel? angel! we have to get out of here, quick!” hyunjin whisper shouted beside you, you felt his hand creep onto your cheek roughly as he squished them. his orbs seethed through yours, a sense of reassurance, safety and— warmth.

“let's bail, yeah?”

and you suddenly felt the fearful sensation within you earlier dissipate. you stood up quickly, brushing your lap and running a bit towards the side of the large platform where a small corner was held. it was enough for you and hyunjin to hide in, not to mention it was pretty well hidden and the view of the sun is beautiful. you didn't have any time to think about it's advantages though as you looked back one last time, seeing the kids’ confused faces.

you held your index finger up, winking slightly and giving them a slight nod. you hoped they would keep it a secret.

hyunjin hurriedly pulled you down, his hands intertwined with yours as his feet made contact with the rough cement. he caught you on time, grunting in the process. and hyunjin ran, keeping you on his shoulder. you didn't bother on convincing him to put you down knowing it would just end up as a huge argument and you'd much rather not initiate that now, not when the police are on the loose.

“how are you feeling, angel?” hyunjin started, settling you into his shoulder more comfortably. you stayed silent for a few seconds, contemplating your feelings and running your memory through everything that had happened today.

hyunjin and you bought spray paint, he gave you his jacket, you held his hand tightly, he helped you spray paint art, he caught you in his arms on time, he called you his, he kissed you too many times, he fulfilled your dreams.

a soft smile adorned your features, “i feel good— no, i feel amazing, actually.”

hyunjin beamed upon hearing your sentence, pulling you just a tad bit closer as he entered the abandoned shed with you still in his arms. “i'm glad.”

he settled you down, panting a bit as he observed the small shed. it was destroyed, no one inhabitated the place yet the spot was perfect for viewing the stars and the moon. there was no stars yet but what there was, was the sun preparing to shine and rise in full view.

hyunjin hurriedly held your palm, sitting down in the rough wood, pulling you on his lap. he was fixated on cuddling against you but you had no problem, even snuggling closer for his warmth. he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you just a tad bit into his chest and laying his head into your shoulder.

the sun maybe rising but it was still christmas.

“i'm glad you enjoyed today, angel.” he started, brushing a small kiss past the nape of your neck. “i really am.”

“hyunjin, thank you...”

you turned to face him, ruffling his hair slightly and giving his lips a quick peck. you were not sure if it was official yet but even so, the sudden confidence to kiss him had come.

you stared at his eyes for a moment before once again, kissing his lips, this time more slowly.

hyunjin caught on, kissing back and reciprocating the same action. his hand snaked behind your head as he kept you close to him, lips intertwining and eyes closed from the close contact. his lips felt so humid, it was intoxicating as it sent shivers down your spine.

hyunjin pulled back after the lack of air, laying his forehead against yours once more.

“anything for you, angel.” he whispered, giving your cheek another kiss. “we share our dreams, remember?”

you nodded, suddenly taken aback at the promise you made with him a few years back. his dream was yours to hold, and his was yours. it was a promised you swore to hold until the both of you fulfill it; it was one of the things keeping you binded with him.

“and wherever we maybe...” hyunjin started, now laying his head back into your shoulder and staring at the rising sun. “that dream will never change.”

and you once again nodded, the same overwhelming warmth from a few minutes, a few seconds, and a few hours coming back to you. your stomach felt the same butterflies, so did your eyes apparently as it had started watering out of the blue.

hyunjin kept you warm, hyunjin kept you safe.

he fulfilled your promise, now it was time to fulfill his.

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #stray kids #skz #hwang hyunjin is a soft boy #stream kingdom #hyunjin fanfic

[patchwork-panda]

If A Moment Is All We Are (Ch.1)

This is the Dazai x OC/”reader” with bits of Kunikida x OC/”reader” fic I created.

I’m just gonna post the entire text of first chapter below the cut bc even tho it’s at zero hits, I still feel there’s people out there who might want to read it...

OC is based off “The Story of Your Life” by Ted Chiang, the basis for the movie “Arrival” w Amy Adams.

Shout-out to @discoten for Beta-ing this first part :)

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Pale gold. Rose red. Dusky purple.

My eyes traveled from one brightly colored glass panel to the next, finally landing upon the deep azure blue of the Virgin Mary’s veil. I kept my eyes trained on her face, trying to stay focused on the massive stained-glass windows, the beautiful art shining all around me, anything to pretend I was at this gallery under different circumstances. Shafts of colored light as bright as shattered gemstones danced across the floor in the late afternoon sun, flitting over the black-clad bodies of the two men who lay prone nearby, their silent forms looking unnaturally still against the vibrant carpet.

I swallowed uneasily, a familiar sort of nausea creeping up from the pit of my stomach as I watched the dark pool of liquid around them grow wider and wider, the smell of iron heavy in the air...

Squeezing my eyes shut momentarily, I wrenched my attention away from them, trying to go back to staring at the windows but found myself looking once again into a pair of steel-gray eyes. There, at the entrance of the gallery, standing so still he may was well be a statue himself, was the young man who’d slain the two security guards lying on the floor nearby. With his pale face, stark-white cravat, and torn black overcoat, he reminded me of a vampire, or maybe even a god of death—his very image called to mind a painting of the Grim Reaper I’d passed on my way into this room. If only I had heeded the warning...

If I had, then maybe I wouldn’t be staring into a pair of piercing red eyes right now—the eyes of a shadowy monster attached to the back of this man’s cloak. As if sensing my thoughts, the demonic creature bared its dagger-like fangs and growled, its bloody, gaping maw stretching wide.

I kept my hands in the air. My cold, sweaty palms trembled on either side of my face as I returned my attention to the stained-glass windows around me. I’d had my hands in the air for so long that my arms were getting tired but I couldn’t drop them—I didn’t want to think about what would happen next if I did. Then the headlines tomorrow would read: “Attack at the South Pier Art Gallery. Three dead: two curators and one visitor.” In perhaps a day or two, they’d identify my corpse as “Kusunoki Kyou, aged twenty, a college drop-out and local shut-in.” They wouldn’t be able to get a hold of my parents; they were overseas and I hadn’t seen the rest of my family in so long, I wasn’t even sure if they were still in Chiba any more. Maybe the reporters would interview one or two of my former classmates... But would they even be able to find anybody who still wanted to talk about me after I shut myself away so abruptly?

“Hey, how have you been? Akutagawa-kun?” the man behind me called out brightly, the lilting tenor of his voice jarring, given our current situation.

I kind of figured he was crazy from the moment we met, but not this crazy.

What kind of man tries to play catch up with a friend (acquaintance? I honestly had no idea how they knew each other) while holding a gun to somebody’s head—my head? Even though I couldn’t turn around to see his face, I could picture his cheerful smile, the twinkle in his intelligent brown eyes, the layers of bandages wrapped around his neck. I could practically hear the gears in his head turning behind me as he watched Akutagawa and calculated his next move, the tone of his voice giving absolutely nothing away.

There was a tiny click—the sound of the safety being shut off—and I grimaced as I felt the metallic chill of the handgun’s muzzle pressing more firmly against the back of my head. Akutagawa immediately shot a dirty glance over my head at the person holding me hostage. He spat out a single name:

“Dazai-san.”

I went back to staring at the windows.

I really shouldn’t have left my apartment this morning.

***

Ramen.

Instant ramen was the reason I decided to venture out of my glorified broom closet for the first time in probably weeks. Had I known that the craving for convenience store food would lead to my being shot to death in six hours’ time, I would’ve ignored the growling of my stomach and taken my chances with starving at home instead.

Maybe.

I’d stayed up far too late the night before binge-watching the latest season of a new anime I’d picked up and my best guess for when I’d finally fallen asleep at my computer was probably around three in the morning. When I finally woke up (sometime around noon), I had Pocky crumbs in my hair, my pajamas were sticking unpleasantly to my skin and my stomach was grumbling from the lack of real food in who knows how long. Unfortunately, my pantry was empty, so I did what any normal person in my situation would do: put off going outside for another couple hours by picking another anime to watch. I only realized I really needed to get going when I finally reached into my giant bag of snacks and found it empty.

Dread building in the pit of my stomach at the mere thought of going outside, I threw off the pink bunny pajamas that I hadn’t changed out of in a while and tossed them on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I hadn’t done the laundry in weeks and it was anyone’s guess which pile was “clean” and which was “dirty” (I’d lost track of which was which days ago). However, I didn’t have a real need to distinguish between the two until today... I stepped into the bathroom, walking right past the tiny cracked mirror above the sink without really looking into it and pulled the shower curtain closed. I knew what I would see: a greasy, dead-eyed otaku version of the creepy girl from The Ring, with long black hair and reddish-brown eyes, only instead of a haunted child, I’d see an adult who failed to get her life together after just two years of moving out of her relatives’ house.

Half an hour later, I’d dressed myself in an old pair of jeans and a large sweatshirt emblazoned with the logo of a magical girl anime and was desperately fishing around in my kitchen drawer for the thing I needed most: a pair of gloves. I hadn’t needed to go outside in so long that I’d forgotten to stock up on nitrile gloves and it was with an enormous amount of relief that I finally retrieved an old pair at the bottom of the drawer.

I was too tired and hungry to notice the small hole in one of the gloves when I pulled them on, nor did I notice when I put on my face mask and tied up my hair. Honestly, I was just lucky the torn one didn’t rip completely away from my hand when I was putting on my shoes but maybe it would’ve been better if it did. Maybe then I wouldn’t have ended up at the art gallery...

But I wasn’t thinking about my gloves when I prepared for my short trip; I was thinking about food. After all, it was supposed to be a quick trip, just a short walk through the hallway and down the street to the nearest convenience store, then back. It honestly might not have been so bad if everything that happened after hadn’t gone so horribly wrong.

The first thing that went wrong happened the moment I stepped out of the building. Blinded by the sudden appearance of sunlight, I smacked right into an old lady walking in front of my building and immediately fell on my butt.

“Oh my, Kyou-chan!”

I groaned as I slowly got back to my feet.

“Is that you, Kyou-chan? Nobody’s seen you in weeks; it’s been so quiet on your end of the floor that we thought maybe you moved out!”

“No, I’m still here, Yamazaki-san,” I replied, recognizing the woman’s face before her voice.

Mrs. Yamazaki lived on the same floor as me and was kind of a busybody, but a caring one. The evening I’d first moved into the building, she’d knocked on my door around dinner time and asked if I knew how to play Mah-Jong. One of her friends had canceled on their group last minute and they’d needed a fourth. I’d declined as politely as I could but was still somehow dragged out of my room by the boisterous old woman and forcibly socialized over a cup of hot genmai-cha. I’d meant to return the favor by dropping by with some kind of snack in hand but never got around to it.

I could feel the guilt curling in the pit of my stomach as I took in her tiny form, her smiling face but all I could do was smile weakly as she remarked on how malnourished I looked and how long my hair had grown since she’d last seen me. Then she spotted the tote bag in my hand.

“Kyou-chan! Are you going shopping?”

“Not really, just getting some ramen at the convenience store.”

Mrs. Yamazaki’s eyes widened.

“Is that all you’ve been eating these days?” she asked, sounding concerned.

“N-no. I’ve had...”

I thought back to my box of strawberry Pocky.

“...Other things.”

She frowned.

“That won’t do,” she declared.

Without waiting for me to respond, she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the nearest crosswalk.

“Yamazaki-san!” I tried to wrench my arm out of her grip but she was surprisingly strong for her age. Or maybe—I cringed—maybe I’d just become extremely weak after months of being a shut-in and not getting any proper exercise. Drawing commissions hardly worked the arms.

“This isn’t the way to the convenience store! Yamazaki-san!!”

Before long, we were inside an actual grocery, Mrs. Yamazaki chatting away merrily as she pulled vegetables off the shelves and tucked them away into her own basket (I’d run into her just as she was about to go anyway). Occasionally, she’d grab something green and leafy and stick it into the basket she’d forced into my hands, and she kept doing it until she’d buried the thick layer of ramen and junk food that lay at the bottom of the bag. When she was satisfied with the composition of my groceries, she nodded approvingly and hurried me towards the cash registers.

“There now,” she laughed once we were outside and I was carrying a very heavy bag of things I hadn’t actually intended to buy. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She stepped off the sidewalk and two things happened very quickly: one, a truck ran a red light, barreling towards her as she attempted to cross the street, and two, as I dropped my groceries and rushed forward to save her, my right glove caught on something sticking out of my bag and finally ripped.

“Yamazaki-san!”

I reached out—my fingers stretched towards her.

“Look out!!”

Several onlookers screamed as I seized Mrs. Yamazaki by the back of her jacket and yanked her back. We fell to the ground, crashing down onto the sidewalk just as the truck sped through the intersection, honking madly as it flew by. Somebody behind us was yelling for the cops, several people had taken out their cell phones and as one of the grocery store employees rushed over to help us up, I felt an odd stinging sensation in my right hand.

I looked down and saw that my right glove had been completely shredded. Though I still had coverage on most of my fingers, much of the pale blue nitrile was hanging off my right hand in thin, ragged tatters and there were several long scratches on the palm of my hand from where I’d scraped it against the sidewalk when I fell.

The store employee, a stout, middle-aged man with bulky arms, helped a very shaken Mrs. Yamazaki to her feet, and though I could feel her trembling as she clung to me, I tried to shift my posture as she leaned on me. I couldn’t let her touch any part of my bare hand.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” the man from the store asked.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” Mrs. Yamazaki answered, her voice quavering as she looked up at the man and then at me.

Tears sprang to her eyes and before I could stop her, she got down on her knees and bowed deeply, touching her forehead to the ground in gratitude.

“Y-Yamazaki-san?”

“Thank you!” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You saved my life, Kyou-chan!”

“Yamazaki-san, please,” I dropped to my knees as well and tried to help her up. “You don’t need to do that. Please, get up.”

As the store employee and I raised Mrs. Yamazaki to her feet, she chuckled, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked at me.

“And to think, if I hadn’t met you on your way out this morning, I might be...”

She shook her head slowly and I exchanged a worried glance with the man who’d come to help.

“I don’t know where I would be if you weren’t here, Kyou-chan,” Mrs. Yamazaki breathed. “From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”

Though she seemed to be completely fine, with no broken bones or serious injuries, she continued to cling to me, and I felt her grip on my arm tighten as the employee informed her the police were on their way and we may want to stay to give a statement. Panic slowly rose in my chest as I felt my uncovered wrist coming out of my sleeve but as I carefully began to extricate myself from Mrs. Yamazaki’s grip, she suddenly turned to me and looked me up and down. She gasped.

“Oh, Kyou-chan!”

Her eyes had fallen upon my scratched palm.

“You’re bleeding!”

I yanked my hand away.

“I’m fine, ma’am.”

“Let me see it,” she demanded, grabbing my wrist. “I insist.”

As the store employee ran inside to get some band-aids, Mrs. Yamazaki gently picked up the edges of the ripped nitrile, pulling it away from my bloody, scratched-up palm, oblivious to my attempts to get away. As the glove gradually peeled away from my hand, I felt the warmth of her wrinkled skin brush against my fingers.

And then it happened.

The sound of canned laughter echoes throughout the room. Flickering green and white light casts odd shadows upon the walls. The cat-shaped clock above the television reads half past eleven in the middle of the night but there is another sound that is audible over the muffled noises from the TV. It beats in time with the clock and it sounds like something dripping, something liquid and warm.

Tick.

Tick.

T i ck.

The clock cat’s eyes shine with unnatural green light— light reflected from the television screen. They are blank , open, and staring, just like the eyes of the woman draped oddly over the side of the television set, her eyes wide with fear and shock.

Mrs. Yamazaki clutches at her chest. Blood dribbles thickly from between her fingers, her breath comes in wheezes and gurgled gasps as she slumps further and further down the side of her TV set. She leaves a bloody hand print on the side panel and falls to the ground.

Someone is laughing.

I am laughing.

The sound is deep, unfamiliar. There is a large, bloody kitchen knife held fast in my fingers, which are thick and hairy. I move my arm to check the wound Mrs. Yamazaki had inflicted on me and I see the vivid tattoo of a monstrous green snake, its fangs sinking deeply into a cracked human skull.

The television returns to its regularly scheduled programming. A time stamp appears in the upper right hand corner...

I came to, to the sound of somebody calling my name and immediately let out a sharp hiss of pain. While I was out, I had dropped to my knees, scuffing my jeans, and I could feel the thin skin over my kneecaps bruising horribly against the concrete sidewalk. Thankfully, that was all but my hands were shaking and I had a massive headache. Looking alarmed, Mrs. Yamazaki, not a single knife wound visible on her body, held my hand in both of hers with a troubled expression on her face. She had been the one calling me.

“Oh my goodness! Are you alright, Kyou-chan? You’re as white as a sheet.”

I immediately ripped my hand away and stuffed it into my pocket, just as the store employee returned with bandages. As he stuck out his hand to give me the bandages, I took a step back, shrinking away from the two of them.

“I’m fine.”

I stuffed my hand deeper into my pocket, ignoring the stickiness of the drying blood.

“Are you sure?” Mrs. Yamazaki asked, worry clouding her voice.

“I SAID I’M FINE!!”

That came out way louder than I’d meant it to. The people around me looked startled. I could hear the whispers. My Ability, “The Story of Your Life,” the curse of seeing visions of the future of those I touched, had manifested at the worst possible moment. I picked my bag off the sidewalk and ran.

#bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #dazai x oc #dazai x reader #kunikida x reader #kunikida x oc

[sajwho]

Thank you for the Kepler headcanons I'm no longer that invested in wolf BUT I'm still 100% invested in Warren James Kepler blease talk to me about Eric, his husband (also - did Jacobi ever find out about Eric? In your opinion, what would his reaction have been?)

FHGHJJ THANK YOU I desperately needed an exuse to talk about Eric hereOkay, so, this is basically a headcanon/an au (depending on your tastes) that popped into my head bc of a little joke, and that we with @myhsterie and @danielkjacobi developed later

Basically, Kepler was once married to a fella named Eric Euler 

It started as a marriage of convenience but the longer they were together the more actual affection and love was there

And then Goddard offers him a job and Kepler wants it bc he wants to work for progress but he knows it could make his personal life harder to maintain, and Eric is against it and they get into various arguments but Kepler takes the offer anyway

and it does make the relationship harder and he gets some second thoughts… 

And then GF decides to kill Eric.Because, like Kepler said himself, this work requires giving up your life. Kepler was a promising investment, so they ‘helped (:‘ a bit

Goddard kills him in a staged accident/actual torture with Kepler witnessing his death (we came up with different versions, depending on what kind of tragic and traumatic you want it to be). Kepler never finds out that Goddard was responsible.

The assasination took place during a trip Kepler and Eric had together. Their relationship was getting worse bc of Kepler’s work at Goddard and they wanted to save it, which is why they decided to have this vacation

There’s also optional cupler with Cutter kinda seducing emotionally unstable and grieving Kepler bc why not, we love cupler

Kepler still wears his ring, to this day, but on his right hand

(and since this is all my actual hc now (at least the basic idea of it) I’m gonna draw all my Keplers with this ring from now on because no one can stop me)

He also still keeps Eric’s ring.The Survivor Team comes back to Earth and they need to do something with Kepler and Maxwell’s housesso they go through Kepler’s….and find marriage certificate,,,happy photos….Eric’s ring……………..

They did notice Kepler’s ring before but didn’t really question itand after they find all this and the second ring it’s just…..‘Oh’They also find the info about what Cutter did in Kepler’s personnel files after they take over Goddardand there’s a second 'Oh’

There’s an additional part with a clone!Kepler au

Basically, an alien clone! Kepler au where he (and Maxwell, bc I can) come back to Earth, and he also finds out about what Goddard did

 It’s the most sincere shock and rage they’ve ever seen him in

Honestly, I just like imagining him… just getting really messed up emotionally after he finds out. He barely leaves his room for the next three days.Not that he cries himself to sleep, just… he doesn’t want to interact with anyone for a while, or let others see him like this

(I Just Want Kepler To Really Love His Husband OkayEric is Kepler’s one (1) feeling)

Also some more facts about Eric and their marriage:

They got married for health insurance benefits from Kepler’s job (I think we decided that Eric is diabetic?)

Kepler was a lawyer, Eric is either in HR or accounting; he was also in an art school and painting is still still his hobby

Kepler was practicing nude modeling  (don’t. .. ask) so he did a modeling thing for an art school. That’s where they first met rfhvj

There’re at least three (3) paintings of Kepler’s bare back in the world. Eric’s sold them. There’s also at least one in Kepler’s home 

They had a dog, a belgian malinois

Kepler loves hunting  (canon) and once took Eric with him. He turned out to be surprisingly great at it, and also he looks hot in clothes for hunting ggjbjThis was before the Realization and it was one of the moments what pushed Kep a bit closer to falling in love

Another such occasion was when Eric had a really bad day at work and just curled into Kepler’s arms

The moment they realized that it was no longer just a marriage of convenience is when Kepler won a high profile case and ran to Eric first in celebration, and they shared an Emotional Kiss

These two are one of those obnoxiously good-looking couples. Like, the kind you see in ads

As for Jacobi’s reaction...We’ve had a discussion and, well.

There’s an initial general shock of course, because it is surprising. I feel like he'd have a micro existential crisis from looking at a younger and weirdly soft and happy-looking Kepler. Plus, the Kepler he knows doesn’t really seem like a type of guy to get married. But he also understands how different that younger Kepler probably was from the one he knew, so it’s not really unbelievable.

If we’re talking kepcobi being a thing, mutual or not, I’d say that Jacobi is enough of an adult and he knows Kepler is an adult, he’s mature enough to not be jealous or anything of that sort. He might have a bit of a painful thought about the fact that he didn’t get to see such a domestic part of Kepler but oh well.

My main hc is basically just the fact that Kepler once had a husband who tragically died, which is what I actually apply to canon as a regular hc, but I love this whole idea, even if just as a verse or an AU.Tbh all of this is just us loving Kepler and enjoying imagining him having a Happy Domestic Relationship because why notOkay, this came out,,,,,, long, I’m so sorry. I just really like this whole idea. Thank you again for giving me an opportunuty to gush about it! I’d love to discuss it even further, honestly.

#dansnotavampire #wolf 359 #wolf359 #warren kepler #daniel jacobi #eric euler hc #kepcobi #kinda #a bit #saykh ask #wolf 359 au #wolf 359 headcanon

[the-circus-princess]

/hello guess what two idiots did a rp and turned it into a fic thats right me and @circusprince now suffer with us. its basically a fic where phillip got his ass kicked and anne is too pure also art is by @circusprince​ bc holy fuck the most talented person !!!!! find it on ao3 here!! 

The snowflakes fell heavy and thick from the night sky as Phillip Carlyle excited the building and stepped onto the streets of New York City. It had been a cold November, but this was the first snow the city had seen so far. Phillip did not linger on the street for long, he quickly set his pace towards his apartment. He draped his red scarf around his neck and shoulders as he hurried down the street.

After today’s last show, and mostly against his own will, Phillip had gone into town to attend business. Circus business, no doubt. He had been walking for nearly ten minutes when he reached an alleyway that he knew would make a good shortcut. The top and the brim of his tophat was covered in white already, and Phillip decided a shortcut would do no harm. He longed to get home and crawl under warm bed covers with the woman he loved.

“Hey! Mr. Ringmaster!” a voice sounded from a dark corner. Phillip slowed down and turned around to see three men step out behind him. He turned his gaze forward again and saw two more men blocking his path. Phillip straightened up and looked at the man who had spoken earlier.

“Can I help you, sir?” he asked with a friendly tone. The man took a step forward.

“Where’s your pack of freaks tonight?” he said and sneered. His ginger hair and beard had snowflakes in it and he was missing a few teeth.

“Excuse me?” Phillip asked, narrowing his eyes. He wasn’t surprised by the question, sad as it was, he had gotten used to it by now. If the man had been alone, Phillip would definitely taken a swing at him for what he said, but at the moment he was very much outnumbered.

“Ya heard me,” the man spoke again, taking yet another step forward. He was taller than Phillip and he was carrying what was probably a lead pipe. Phillip swallowed as he eyed the man, but not for a second losing his proud posture.

“You’re not Barnum, but I know who you are. You’re with that colored girl, ain’t you? I’ve seen you two together. Makes me sick” the man spat. Phillip’s blue eyes darkened.    

“Ain’t right to mix races. That girl belongs in the dirt with the rest of her kind, slaving-“ he would have continued, but was interrupted by Phillip Carlyle’s fist, as it came racing through the air and hit him straight in the jaw.

 -

 With a promise of meeting Phillip back in the apartment, Anne had headed back to her dressing room, to take off her costume. There was no point drawing unwanted attention, parading around as a member of the circus through the streets. It was a step by step process getting out of her gear, and by the time the wig, costume, and about half a pound of glitter had been wiped off she was certain that Phillip would have finished his circus business. And hopefully would be waiting at the apartment with both blankets and something warm to drink. She made sure that everything was ready and in order for tomorrow’s show before she headed out, pulling her dark blue coat tight around herself against the chill.  

 She barely made it out of the tent before something caught her attention. Even if the snow was falling thick she could still see light coming from the managers tent, which puzzled her. Maybe it was Barnum who came by to check on the sales? Or maybe Lettie in need of something. Regardless she could offer her help, or at least say hello before going. She was sure Phillip wouldn’t miss her for five more minutes, just so she could check up. With quick steps through the snow as the snow tangled into her dark hair she made quick way to the tent.

                 “Oh my god, Phillip! What happened to you?!” She cried out in shock to see her beloved ringmaster standing in the tent. His face had fresh bruises and even fresher cuts. His white shirt had specks of blood scattered around, his knuckles were bloodied and she couldn’t tell if it was his or someone else’s blood. He held himself in an awkward position as if it pained him to breathe.

                 “Anne? Why are you here? I thought you were at home in the apartment?” Phillip said, giving her a puzzled look. By the looks of it, he hadn’t expected to see her here any more than she had expected to see him. He attempted a nervous smile, as if he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to, only to wince at the cut in his lip. Anne winced herself, in sympathy.

                 “I was about to head back home just now. But I saw the lights were on, and I thought I would drop by before I left. Now please tell me what happened!” she explained. Anne closed the short distance between them and studied his injuries closer. The worry in her frown grew as she seemed to discover new bruises on her dear ringmaster’s face.

                 “I, uhm, ran into some trouble,” he tried to excuse himself, but only earned a worried frown form Anne. The more she looked at him the worse the injuries seemed. She was no nurse, but she was growing sure that he needed proper tending.

                 “Some trouble, huh? Seems like you got into an unfair fight. Were you attacked?” She tried her best not to sound too upset, but it was hard when seeing Phillip hurt. Guilt had started to settle in her gut like a sickness. Anne knew very well how quick Phillip was to defend both her and the circus, and she suspected that this was another fight to be added to that list. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d found Phillip after a fight, and she knew well that it wouldn’t be the last either.

 Anne carefully reached for Phillips hand, not sure if it was to comfort him or if she was seeking comfort of her own. Phillip let out an almost defaed sigh, clearly unable to lie to her.

                 “I decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway when walking back to our apartment. Some thugs wanted to have a chat,” Phillip explained. Anne could feel her heart sink just a little at what was to come, but a comforting hand caressed her cheek and, bruised knuckles or not, she leaned slightly into the touch, though her eyes still traced over Phillip’s injuries.

                 “It’s my own fault, Anne. I threw the first punch. But I just couldn’t let them talk about you or the circus the way he did! I got so mad, I saw red and well… Next thing I knew we were all fighting,” Phillip spoke quietly now as he withdrew his hand from her cheek, leaving her skin cold. As her suspicions for the reason of the fight were confirmed, the guilt surged in her gut like a wave washing over her. She knew none of this would have happened if he never had joined the circus, or felt the need to defend her.

 But before her guilt could swallow her completely, Phillip stroked his thumb over her hand holding his, bringing Anne out of her spiral of thought and lightening the weight in her chest.

                 “Anne, I’m sorry if I made you worry. It’s nothing. It is, just some bruises and scratches, and I don’t care. What they said…” he trailed off not wanting to finish the sentence. Neither did he have to as it earned him a sigh from Anne.

                 “It’s more than just bruises and scratches, Phillip. What if one of them had pulled a knife on you! Or worse!” She tried her best not to sound too upset. What was done was done and there was no point in crying over spilled milk. And judging by Phillip’s reaction it didn’t make the situation any better. He almost looked like a kicked puppy at this point, so ridden with guilt that he’d made his girlfriend worry, even if he knew she was right.

                 “Alright… are you gonna sit willingly or do I have to tackle you?” Anne stepped back from the man and turned to the chair that stood by the desk. She spun it around to face Phillip as she looked at him with almost a challenging look, because they both knew that she would attempt to wrestle him into the chair. Without much choice Phillip sat down and Anne got her coat off.

                 “You know, you should pick fights with people your own size. Or at least not attempt to take on half of New York,” she teased him slightly, before spinning the chair to face the desk so she could sit on it while facing him.

                 “Anne Wheeler are you saying I’m short? I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of taking down any man, despite his size!” Phillip humored her with the best grin he could manage past a split and aching lip. Even beaten up and miserable he managed to hold on to his humor and make her smile.

                 “Well, mr. Carlyle, I am not doubting your skills to fight a man. Trust me, I’ve seen you try  take on O’Clarny, and even he was slightly intimidated by you,” Anne offered him a kind smile, after all they both knew that Phillip could perfectly land a good punch if needed. She then pulled out a clean handkerchief from the pocket of her coat and got hold of a cup of what she assumed was an unfinished glass of water Phillip had been drinking form earlier. She dabbed the cloth in it before bringing it to a cut on Phillips cheekbone.

                 “What I am saying, however-“ she continued “is that next time, you should maybe just stick to one guy. And again, not attempt to fight a gang. I still enjoy coming home to someone. Especially you,” she gave a quick glance over to Phillips eyes before turning her attention back to the cut, a smile still lingering. It was warming and a feeling of security to call the apartment their home, though it had much more to do with Phillip than the apartment itself.

                 “I’ll always be there for you when you come home, Anne-“ he started with a serious, but loving, tone voice which made Anne stop the cleaning and look at him. “I will always come home to you, no matter what happens,” the sincere look on his face made it easy to believe him and Anne didn’t know if she should laugh or cry with joy. There was no kinder man than the one sat in front of her and the happiness swelled in her chest.

                 “I’ll take your word on it. So don’t you dare go breaking any promises, Carlyle,” the smile form Phillip grew along with Anne’s smile. She leaned down the few inches between them and barely pressed her lips against Phillip’s wounded ones in what might have been the softest and most careful kiss in the history. The joy she felt only grew bigger when pulling back and seeing the admiration and love for her in Phillips eyes.

                 “I love you. So very, very much,” he said, even if it was not needed when it written all over his face.

                 “Well, you’re in luck. Because I do love you too, Phillip Carlyle.”

#the greatest showman #phillip carlyle #anne wheeler #Fanfiction #ao3 #we wrote a thing and im SCARED OF POSTING IT #but im doing it 8)) #hopefully ill dare to write and post more

[jeontaeh]

〚THIRTY FOUR〛

Taehyung was never this anxious before.

Walking into breakfast on the first day of the week- he took a sandwich from the canteen and then spotted his friends sitting with the rest of the football guys. Except Jimin and Jungkook were sitting on another table with Eka and Sehun.

Taehyung walked up to the footbal guys. He saw Youngjae telling the rest of the guys some story, and everyone was laughing loudly. But when Taehyung got there, Youngjae spotted him and then hesitated, quietening. "I-I'll tell you guys later." Youngjae mumbled.

Taehyung opened his mouth to say something, but then saw Yugyeom mumbled something to Bambam, and both of them get up and leave to go sit with Jungkook. Everyone was kind of quiet, not knowing what to say.

Taehyung gulped. "I've got some- some homework to finish. So I'll go." Taehyung mumbled, and then walked away from the table. When he did, he heard all of them begin talking and laughing again.

Taehyung walked out of the food hall and sighed. He didn't feel hungry anymore. Taehyung just threw the sandwich in the dustbin and walked to the only place he could get some peace. The art room.

Taehyung walked into the small room and then sat down on one of the chairs, remembering how a few months ago- Jungkook was sitting on his lap at this exact spot, talking about how he thought bees were very cute. And Taehyung had just smiled and kissed his cheek and said how he thought Jungkook was very cute. And Jungkook blushed and hid his face with his hands.

Taehyung almost smiled at the memory, but then remembered. Remembered how after the two went to the boys' lounge, and Taehyung ignored Jungkook completely and made some homophobic comments. And how Jungkook looked disheartened and kept trying to tell Taehyung something, but Taehyung didn't listen and instead continued fucking around with the other guys.

Taehyung cursed to himself. How did he not notice that Jungkook had a crush on him?

Taehyung took his phone out and began going through old texts of him and Jungkook. They hadn't texted for weeks. The last text was this.

Kookie hey taetaehyungie

Kookie i thought abt what u said 😙

Kookie on my way to your room right now!!

Kookie 💞💞 im gonna give u many many kisses !!

Taehyung let out a small breath he didn't know he was holding. Fuck. Fuck- they were so close to being together. Taehyung was so close to holding Jungkook every night and calling him his baby. Taehyung was so fucking close to having one good thing in his life.

But instead, everything went wrong. So- so quickly.

Taehyung scrolled through their texts and let out a small smile at some of them that occurred when everything seemed fine.

Kookie youre a little meanie

Taehyung you're the one that left without kissing me goodbye 😡

Kookie BC I HAD HOMEWRK ): i HATE u

Taehyung no u dont

Taehyung pretty babie

Kookie i like u sm ):

Taehyung when I see u next I'll kiss ur cute butt

Kookie EWWW i <3 u

Taehyung heard the door of the art room open, and turned with widened eyes and saw Jungkook. "Oh-" Jungkook let out, fingers tightening around the door handle. "What- what're you doing here?"

"I just came here to... be alone, I guess," Taehyung mumbled, and saw how Jungkook was looking away, awkward.

"Okay," Jungkook said, and then walked inside and towards the cupboard to take his art file. He grabbed it, and then looked at Taehyung wearily. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, but Taehyung did first.

"Kook," Taehyung let out, and then stood up. "I-I never meant to hit you."

Jungkook looked at him for a few seconds. "Okay," Jungkook mumbled, sounding unconvinced. Taehyung sighed.

"I didn't mean to. I swear. I just- I can explain everything. I promise," Taehyung said, taking a step towards him. "It's my father- he-he's terrible. And when I was younger, my-my mom said these things to me-"

"Okay, V- I don't care," Jungkook said, and Taehyung stilled, looking at him. "Stop telling me all this. It doesn't concern me."

"O-okay. Okay. I know- I know that. I just- um- I-I thought I should tell you, b-because-"

"Well don't. I don't want to know whatever backstory you're going to make up to somehow redeem yourself. It isn't going to happen, because I don't care." Jungkook said harshly, and Taehyung nodded quickly.

Jungkook walked two steps towards the door and then turned around. "And also- don't hang out here. This isn't your little hangout. I only introduced you to this place because I... I trusted you. I don't want you to be here. Go hang out with the football guys or something."

"Yeah o-okay. Sorry." Taehyung stammered and then saw Jungkook walk out and slam the door shut. Taehyung flinched lightly, and then turned around, coiling his hands into fists and sighing.

///

Taehyung was sitting on the side benches, watching the other boys play while he sat out. The distant sound of the whistle felt like white noise to him. He just sat there, watching as Sehun kicked another ball into the goal effortlessly, and then smiled when the other boys congratulated him. Taehyung just watched.

Earlier that day in class, he'd had to watch as Sehun kept complimenting Jungkook and saying all this stuff about him and how pretty he was- and Jungkook kept blushing lightly and telling him to shut up. Taehyung could just watch.

"You're so good! Aw, we're going to kill those dudes at the Seoul Championship next year!" Hoseok cheered, and Sehun laughed.

"Sehun?" Youngjae asked in a small voice. "The- um- the coach said you could teach me how to correct my footing-?"

Sehun smiled at him. "Of course, man! You're already really good, but if you just position your foot like this-" Sehun went on, and Taehyung saw as the boys surrounded him, all listening in, looking at ease.

The coach cleared his throat. "Okay, boys. I want all of you to write down on pieces of paper who you want the next Captain to be. The final decision will be mine, but I want to see what the rest of you think. And please- no drawing penises this time." The coach sighed.

"Sorry," Jackson mumbled, and the boys laughed.

Taehyung walked off the benches and began walking across the field. "Aren't you gonna vote, V?" Namjoon asked.

"No," Taehyung said, picking up his bag.

"You have to vote, V." The coach said, and Taehyung rolled his eyes. "I don't feel like it, Coach. You can decide through 13 votes, can't you-"

"Just be a part of the fucking team. Stop whining." Jimin snapped, and Taehyung looked at him and paused for a second. Taehyung walked over to the coach, and he handed Taehyung a piece of paper and a pen.

After a few minutes, all the votes were collected, and the papers were given to the coach. The coach counted and checked all of them, and then hummed.

"Right. 1 vote for Jackson. 2 votes for Jaebum. 10 votes for Sehun! Great," The coach said, and Taehyung just turned around to walk away, feeling a pained feeling in his gut.

"Who was the last vote for?" Someone asked. "V, but that doesn't count." The coach mumbled, and Taehyung frowned to himself.

"Seriously, dude? You votes for yourself?" Bambam asked, and Taehyung scoffed. "No, I didn't. I votes for Jackson."

"R-really!" Jackson asked, cheeks tinted. Taehyung hummed. "'Cause I didn't think anyone else would," Taehyung mumbled, and then turned around and walked away, didn't see Jackson look down sadly.

Who votes for him?

///

"Class dismissed." The teacher said after the bell rang, and everyone quickly got up and began walking out of the door. Taehyung slipped through the tables and grabbed an arm.

"Can we talk?" Taehyung asked, and then saw a frown. "I just- I feel like I should apologize."

"Yeah, you really fucking should." Eka snapped, and Taehyung looked at her with a sigh.

"Eka, listen. I never meant to hit him. I swear- I-" Taehyung began, and saw Jimin walk up to them after hearing what Taehyung said. "Please. Just hear me out. I know what I did was wrong. It was pathetic, it was- it was weak, and I hate myself for it. But-"

"Fuck off, V. It doesn't mater, because you're still going to be an asshole after this. Even if it was a mistake, it's not like you're going to learn and suddenly change." Jimin said with a scoff.

"Yeah, you're not me," Eka said, and Jimin laughed.

Taehyung felt weak. "I'm trying to change, I swear," Taehyung said in a small voice.

"Too late," Eka said, and she and Jimin turned around and walked out.

Taehyung took a deep breath. He felt that feeling he'd had for the past week where his insides would feel tightened and his breathing would get shorter and his stomach would feel inverted.

Taehyung picked his books up and walked out of the classroom, but when he did, he saw Jungkook walking away- rushing almost, and Sehun running behind him.

"I said no, Sehun," Jungkook mumbled, and Sehun sighed, grabbing Jungkook by his waist. Both probably didn't see Taehyung, who was leaning against the wall.

"Hey, come on-" Sehun said, and Taehyung felt his eyebrows furrow. Was Sehun hurting him? If Sehun was hurting him, Taehyung would kill- "Why no?"

"Because," Jungkook said. "I-I don't feel like dating anyone right now. You're really sweet, but I just don't feel like having a boyfriend." Taehyung's breath hitched.

"Why not, though?" Sehun asked. "I thought it was nice when we kissed last night... didn't you?"

Taehyung froze, tightening his grip around his books. Taehyung heard Jungkook giggle. "T-that was pretty nice. But- I just- I went through a pretty bad relationship not too long ago. I don't think I'm ready to jump into another one-"

"But Kookie! I'll treat you really well, I swear. I like you a lot, Kookie. I think you're really cool and funny and cute." Sehun said in a soft voice. "Can't you give me a chance?"

"I-I don't know," Jungkook said. "Everyone says stuff like that. It's too soon for me to trust another-" The words got cut off, and Taehyung heard the sound of kissing.

Taehyung heard with widened eyes as the sound of two lips being pressed together continued on for a bit, but then- "Sehun- no-" Jungkook said, pushing him off lightly. "I'm just... not ready yet. Sorry." Jungkook said. Sehun chuckled.

"No no- don't apologize. Don't worry about it! You're just so great, it's hard to resist." Sehun said, and Jungkook giggled. "But don't think this won't make me ask you out again next week. Or the week after that. Or the week after that. I'll wait till you're ready, Kookie." Sehun said, giving him a wink.

Jungkook smiled softly. Sehun looked at him for a few seconds. "Hey- if you want... you probably haven't done this before, so it'll probably sound really weird to you- but you know those kinds of relationships where people just... hook up?"

Jungkook froze. "No!" Jungkook said loudly. "No- look! Either I date you, or I don't. I don't want any of that fuckbuddies crap," Jungkook said frantically, sounding scared. "If that's what you want- then I don't want you to think about me like-"

"Okay- okay, relax. I was just asking, don't worry. Plus, I'm not the kind of guy to sleep around. I like intimacy and feelings and shit." Sehun said, and Jungkook giggled. Jungkook kissed his cheek and then saw Sehun blush a little and turn around to walk away.

Taehyung gulped and straightened up, turning to walk back to the dorms. He watched as Sehun walked past him, and saw how he was wearing a jersey, the captain's jersey.

Taehyung knew the long weekend was coming up- so he rushed into his bedroom, dropped his books, and instantly took his laptop out to book a train ticket back home.

///

The train ride from Busan to Daegu took an hour. Taehyung was in a blue coat, not wearing his bandana, looking outside at the greenery and snow in silence throughout.

He finally reached and picked his bag up, walking off the train. He walked out of the train station. He got a taxi and took it to where he needed to go. He reached the place and then saw a woman selling flowers and tea outside.

"Can I have one bouquet of those?" Taehyung asked, pointing at one of the purple lilies. The woman smiled and picked them out, handing them over to Taehyung. "And two cups of green tea, please," Taehyung said, and she handed that over too in small ceramic cups. Taehyung paid her.

"Thank you." She smiled, and Taehyung gave her a nod, and then turned and walked away, holding the small holdable tray of tea cups and purple flowers.

Taehyung walked on the damp dirt path, the only sound being that of birds chirping and tree branches rustling from the wind. Taehyung waked across the ground and finally reached. He saw the stone slab and felt his throat close up.

Kim Seoyeon 1982 - 2013 Loving and beautiful mother

Taehyung reached down, sitting beside the grave. "Hi mom." He whispered, feeling the lump in his throat that always rose. Taehyung placed the bouquet of flowers on her grave and placed the cup of green tea beside it.

Every time he visited his mother, he brought green tea for her. "I know I haven't met you for months. Truthfully... I was just... really happy for some time." Taehyung said, and then looked down at his fingers, gulping.

He looked at his mother's grave. "I'm sorry, mom," Taehyung said softly, feeling his skin tingle beneath his eyes, moisture growing in them. "I-I'm sorry."

He dragged his fingers down the dust on her gravestone. "I d-don't know w-what to do, how to- how to feel. I wish you were h-here." Taehyung let out and then looked down. "A-all these years. I hated dad. I hated him so much. B-but now I feel l-like I've become like him."

Taehyung sniffled, feeling a tear roll down his eye. "N-none of m-my friends like me anymore. T-the coach kicked me o-off as captain. T-the only person I liked... I h-hit him. I shouldn't have-" Taehyung began, and then put his hand on his face, tears rolling down his skin. "H-how am I any different t-than dad?"

Taehyung took a deep breath, looking up at the sky, seeing it blur in his vision. "I j-just-" Taehyung began, and then closed his eyes. "I don't want to d-disappoint you," Taehyung whispered.

Taehyung heard the silence after his words and then continued looking up, seeing the clouds meld together, moving slowly. He remembered the sound of his mother crying while his father hurt her because he kissed a boy.

He remembered how his mother came back later and cradled him in her arms, pressing kisses to his forehead. And then she told him she'd protect him forever.

Taehyung looked up. Protect him forever.

Taehyung looked at his mother's gravestone. His mother didn't leave his father as early as she did because she had Taehyung. His mother didn't divorce him because of Taehyung. His mother didn't tell her husband about anything bad Taehyung did to make sure he doesn't get yelled at.

Whenever Taehyung got bad grades or did something bad. His mother would keep quiet about it, and just tell Taehyung gently that it wasn't alright. Or if his father did find out, she'd talk to him softly and tell him to not take it out on Taehyung- that he's just a child, that he hadn't done anything wrong. To take it out on her instead.

Taehyung froze. His mother was always just trying to protect him.

She'd always been so loving, so kind, so accepting, so- so nurturing and mature. There's no possible way she could've been mean and vengeful towards anyone. Taehyung remembers after a certain dinner at home when his father had made some racist comments. Later his mother told him that his father was wrong, and there's no need for hatred against anyone for their race.

His mother taught him to be kind, to love everyone, to not hurt people, to be caring. His mother taught him to not treat people differently for their cast, color, creed, anything.

Taehyung sat up. There's no way she would be disappointed of Taehyung.

She would be happy.

She would be so happy that Taehyung found someone he liked so much. She'd ask him everything about Jungkook, and tease Taehyung for acting the way he would, and brush his hair and tell him to never hurt Jungkook.

She wouldn't be disappointed.

Taehyung smiled to himself. Maybe, just maybe he was wrong about his sudden epiphany. But deep on the inside, he knows his mother better than his father ever did. And he knows his mother would accept him in a heartbeat.

Taehyung got up from the dirt, smiling. "I love you, mama," Taehyung whispered, pressing a kiss to his fingertips and tracing them across her gravestone.

Being with his father for so long, Taehyung had become mean, rude, toxic to the people who showed him love. He'd become like his father.

Taehyung didn't like that. He didn't want to be that person- the person everyone hides from and is scared of and doesn't want to be around. Because that doesn't make him any different from his father.

And what else- Taehyung has never given a single fuck about what his father thought or did. So why would he start now? Frankly- Taehyung doesn't care. He doesn't care anymore.

He doesn't care about what anyone thinks. He's going to be like his mother and put himself first. He doesn't care.

He can love whoever he wants.

Taehyung reached school on Saturday night, the whole day passed by visiting his mother. He knew he only did it because the whole of next week he'd be thinking about how it was the anniversary of his mother's death. So he'd visited her earlier, gotten the closure he needed.

Taehyung rushed into the school building, dressed in his blue coat and beige high neck sweater and tan jeans. He rushed down the hallways of the dormitories, knowing where he was headed, knowing who he needed to talk to.

He was aware no one wanted to speak to him. But maybe. Just maybe- if-if he tried hard enough if he just was persistent enough-

Taehyung bumped into someone, not even realizing. He looked and saw Youngjae, whose eyes were widened in fright. "I-I'm so sorry-" Youngjae stammered, taking a step back.

But Taehyung put his hands on Youngjae's shoulders. "Don't worry," Taehyung said, and then smiled. "Youngjae- you're actually really good at football. What Sehun told you about the footing was wrong. I never told you this- but you shouldn't be playing mid. You should be playing striker. 'Cause you're really really good." Taehyung said, and Youngjae's eyes were wide.

"W-what?" Youngjae let out, and Taehyung gave him a look. "I'm sorry for ever being mean to you. I hope I can make up for how shit I was to you. I'll see you tomorrow. I need to go now. Bye!" Taehyung said and then continued running.

Youngjae's eyes were wide as saucers, and he almost fainted. Taehyung was high as hell, Youngjae thought. That could be the only explanation. But somewhere inside, Youngjae was happy. Really happy.

Taehyung rushed to Jungkook's room and then stopped, taking a deep breath. Taehyung knocked on the door twice. He waited for it to open, and then let out the deep breath when it did, and Jungkook was on the other side.

He looked beautiful. His hair was falling, must've just dried it. He was wearing a pink sweater and what looked like yoga pants. Jungkook looked at Taehyung. "What?" Jungkook asked, sounding annoyed.

"Jungkook," Taehyung said softly and then smiled hesitantly. "I know. I know you're mad at me. I know I'm a terrible person. I don't want you to think I'm trying to redeem myself. You don't have to accept my apology," Taehyung said, and Jungkook watched silently. "But I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Ever."

Jungkook was quiet. Taehyung took that as an indication to continued. "I know you don't like me. And I'm so sorry it took me so long to finally understand," Taehyung said, and then smiled at little. "Understand how goddamn stupid I was. I mean- fuck. If I just- If I weren't such an asshole, Kookie, maybe the two of us could've-" Taehyung trailed off, and saw Jungkook looking at him with widened eyes.

"What're you doing?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung gulped. "Nothing. Nothing- don't think I'm here to kiss you and make you mine- or- or try and have sex with you or something weird. I've just realized. I realized t-that- I like you, Kookie." Taehyung said, and then dropped his head down. "I know you're thinking I sound really fucking stupid. But I like y-you so much. And-"

"No. N-no- don't do this," Jungkook said, shaking his head. "You're lying again. You just want to fuck me. You just-"

"No, not at all. I promise." Taehyung said weakly, looking at him closely. "Kookie, I've been thinking so much lately, a-and-" Taehyung began, and smiled a little. "J-just been thinking about you h-has been keeping me sane, Kookie. I m-mean, these past two weeks have b-been the worst for me. Just seeing you smile in the hallways was more than enough-" Taehyung said softly.

Jungkook looked at him for a few seconds in disbelief and then pushed past him, walking out of the room. Taehyung frowned and turned around, and then saw Sehun there. Taehyung saw as Jungkook walked up to Sehun, grabbed the taller boy by the collar, and pressed their lips together.

Taehyung stopped at the doorway, eyes wide. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Jungkook kissed Sehun firmly, moving their lips together with intensity. Taehyung watched in confusion and then saw Jungkook pull away.

"V-" Jungkook began, and then looked at him. "I never told you." Jungkook continued, trying to sound normal. "Sehun's my boyfriend,"

Taehyung froze. He watched Jungkook with wavering eyes and then saw Jungkook look up at Sehun with his big, big beautiful eyes, and smile at him. "He was very persistent." Jungkook giggled and saw Sehun smile.

Taehyung looked at them for a few seconds, and then felt his insides go lax, his mind go blank. "That's great," Taehyung said, voice parched. "I'll just- um- I-I'm gonna g-go," Taehyung said with a quick smile, and then turned around and walked away, heart beating rapidly.

Jungkook saw him walk away and then looked back at Sehun, who had his eyebrow raised. "...I'm your boyfriend now?" Sehun asked, and Jungkook gulped.

"Yeah. I'm ready now. I really am. I don't want to think or let my old- old relationship stop me. I like you, Sehunnie," Jungkook whispered, and Sehun smiled. "I don't want to be hesitant."

"Good, good," Sehun said, and then wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist. "What was V here to talk about?"

"Nothing. He was being an asshole like usual." Jungkook giggled nervously, and Sehun snickered and then kissed Jungkook again. Jungkook kissed him back and then saw him pull away.

"I actually came here to ask you out again. Seeing as that won't be necessary, I'm gonna go back to the library and get my homework finished. See you at dinner." Sehun said, kissing Jungkook's cheek. Jungkook blushed and nodded, and then saw him walk away.

Jungkook took a deep breath and then walked back inside his room. He saw Jimin sitting on his bed. He'd heard everything, and had his eyes wide. Jimin gulped. He had to talk to Taehyung.

Taehyung rushed into his room and closed the door behind him, and then fell onto his bed, clutching his sheets tightly. Taehyung felt the moisture building up and cursed out. He didn't want to cry. Not again. Not constantly. Couldn't keep crying like this. Couldn't keep weakening himself-

Taehyung felt tears fall down his face and felt himself spiraling, powerless. Taehyung gripped his pillow tightly and gritted his teeth and tears continued rushing down his cheeks.

V. I never told you. Sehun's my boyfriend.

Taehyung pressed his face against his hands, feeling his nails scratching down his cheekbone in anger as he continued thinking of the way Jungkook smiled up at him.

Sehun's my boyfriend.

How Jungkook kissed him so firmly, grabbed his collar and looked up at him with big eyes. It was all too fucking much. He didn't want- didn't want Jungkook to leave him. Didn't want him to go away. Didn't want to lose him like he lost everyone else.

And god fucking damnit- Taehyung was such a terrible person. He was absolutely vile, horrible, fucking pathetic. He should be happy for Jungkook, be happy for his happiness. But no- Taehyung was selfish, and mean, and hated, and worthless. Jungkook deserved everything in the world except him.

Taehyung fell asleep crying, eyes clasped shut tightly. He knew the next week would be absolutely fucking terrible.

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Growing Up Is Mostly Lying

i wanna be! more than the cheat day in your diet plann! // this is super loosely based on a true story and also i took this way too seriously this is literally 14 pages of me dying. also i ddedicate this shit to my btich jodi bc. jori

Pairing: Tori/Jade Words: 5,248 Summary: Tori can’t really say that none of this is her fault, but how can she say no when she’s falling in love in janitor’s closets? Even so, she’s seen Friends With Benefits, she knows how this works- and hell, her and Jade aren’t even friends, right?

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So, fine, you know as well as anyone that any seed of a plan that starts with smirks and disembodied word-of-mouth somewhere between the fire drill and fifth period never ends the way anyone really wants it to end, and usually instead ends with dizzy drunk kids wandering home alone, even though they came in a group, or otherwise somewhere they don’t recognize, cursing out their exes in between sloppy apologies and a dull beg for repentance for no reason other than being bored and tired and sort of alone. Maybe you’re naïve, though, because you bear no fears by the time you agree that it sounds like a wonderful waste of time to show up to some upperclassman’s home that André claims to know well enough.

It is André’s idea first, too, to go to this ‘not-party.’ He promises it’s not that big, just a few friends of friends to join your band of merry misfits. He calls it a ‘kiackback.’ (It sounds cooler than ‘gathering.’) You? Well, you just call it a nice excuse not to spend Friday night home alone with your older sister.

 And Lord knows André means well, he always does, and you can tell it’s only really to try and keep Jade’s head on straight, currently reeling in the aftermath of another blowout breakup fight with Beck, because, God, when is she not? But, you’re not friends, so you suppose that that’s none of your business, and instead just accept his offer along with everyone else. When Beck decides to come, too, you wonder if maybe that kind of defeats the purpose of Jade going entirely, but she doesn’t waver from her strong inclination to find any kind of outlet for the ever-spinning rage that you’re sure is swallowing her whole or something, and you hope André was kidding about there being alcohol there.  

 You kind of underestimated how awkward it would be to be in Robbie’s mom’s mini-van, accompanied by the high-school equivalents of bitter divorcees, and you’re pretty sure it’s even worse seeing as you’re shoved in next to Jade, trying to keep your hands to yourself in seats that obviously weren’t meant for passengers over the age of twelve. If your house weren’t so damn far, maybe you could’ve been luckier like Cat, even snagged one of the singular seats in the second row. Wishful thinking, you know, but with a cross-armed Jade to your right, and an aloof Beck to your left, it takes everything in you not to curse out Robbie for insisting Rex gets his own seat, and the damn passenger seat, no less!

 You can feel the tension coming from Jade, and you find yourself wondering what exactly the breakup had been about- you thought maybe you’d heard someone say something about Beck cheating, but isn’t that always what Jade thought, anyways?

 Not that it matters. Not that much. Not if the ride would go along any faster. André tries to keep things lighthearted with intermittent chatter and chuckles that fall flat half way through, but it doesn’t entirely work. Cat chimes on obliviously, and you begin to wonder if this was a mistake, but then, like a silent notion of perseverance, your sister comes to you, merely a mirage, dancing around half clothed in your kitchen, singing off key, and you find it in you to suck it up and carry on each time.

 The ride is all of twenty minutes, but it feels like longer. Entering the house feels like some great accomplishment, and you weren’t even the one driving (not that you know how). André wasn’t lying about it not being a party, though, and it leaves you a little surprised. Now that you’re there, there are maybe fifteen or twenty kids scattered around the house as lo-fi music buzzes in the background. There’s alcohol, too, and you grimace but take a cup just like everyone else.

 Mostly kids are holding red cups and leaning in impractical ways against various objects throughout the place, which is all you really gather as André’s friend quickly shows you around. Mostly, people are off in their own small groups, or scrolling through their phones. It’s surprisingly calm, and though you can’t quite tell if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, you are fully aware that, had there been no alcohol, this would have qualified as “sucking,” and no one would stay around for long.

 A few of André’s friends stick around your group, though, and you take claim of the low-lit den, too far away from the speakers to hear anything but a dull riff and static. Everyone has a cup, but Jade is knocking hers back quicker than anyone, steady dangerous smile lingering on her lips between each sip while everyone else makes conversation. Regardless, you can’t quite take your eyes off her.

 Somewhere between ten and ninety minutes later, everything is a little bit warmer, and you find yourself in a circle on the floor surrounded by your loose interpretation of friends while André’s buddy explains the concept of a game that might be stupid, and is almost definitely made by and for middle schoolers, but you couldn’t care less, because for a moment, it sounds kind of fun, and that’s what matters, right?

 It begins to sound considerably less fun as the instructions begin to actually sink in, and you remember to take stock of who and where you are, exactly, but everyone has already sort of agreed, and you’re a little behind, so you just nod your head dumbly and curse yourself inside.

 The game is named “Slap or Kiss,” simply enough, and it’s basically the sadist’s version of Spin the Bottle. Someone spins something, anything, and whoever it lands on they either have to slap, or kiss. They get to decide. Pretty self-explanatory, and seemingly harmless, except you have to play with the devil’s Odd Couple, so there’s really no way any outcome could be anywhere decent.

 You hope that it can’t matter that much, though, and take another sip as a circle tightens up and in vicious motion the most dangerous game forms around you, and you figure that the only worse pain that getting hit is something romantic in a room full of drunk kids, so you leave you fingers crossed inside your sleeve and try and relax.

 As the world spins in motion around you, your mouth stays shut for a change, and nothing to dramatic happens until Beck lands one of André’s friends who is dangerously female, and she’s the only one beside Beck with her eyes off Jade as he kisses her, and you feel yourself wince. Her eyes flare and you try and tell yourself that you don’t actually notice, anyways, and then the turn is over and she’s taking another drink, and then André’s friend rolls him, and you catch them exchanging a polite kiss that earns no cheers from the corner of your eye.

 After that, he rolls Jade, and for a second you remember when he came to you sometime late claiming he had a crush on her, and you laugh to yourself when he declares that he passes, and its Jade’s turn, now. That’s about all it takes to set her off, and she’s challenging him with accusations of thinking she’s ugly, and what, is he afraid?

 He obviously is, and she can tell, too, so she laughs it off, leaving him backing off, and then she steps up to the plate, and through scattered thoughts you draw out that oh, yeah, this can’t end so well, and you wonder if maybe you should excuse yourself, if maybe something you don’t want to see anyways is going to happen, and is someone going to get hurt? (It’s Jade. So, probably.)

 But your body is lazy and slow and so you stay put, nursing a bright red cup that splinters in your hands as Jade gives the bottle’s placeholder a spin. It spins for a while on the wood floor and the whole time you’re straining to hear to music playing in the kitchen and chanting not me not me not me along to the beat, and you get so caught up that you almost don’t realize when it points to you because no prayers are answered in some teenager’s house where the music is quiet and the beers are cheap and damnit you could have stayed home, you could have stayed home.

 Your body responds like only a traitor would because getting a beating is enough to speed up the senses, huh? You’re sure you blanche in front of everyone, there, on the spot. Struggling up, you move in heavy steps to the middle, close enough to face her, and God, you wish she wasn’t taller than you. Fuck. She’s gonna kill you, here, in the middle of some stranger’s house, in front of all of your friends. Yes, this is how you’re going to die, sixteen and a little drunk and entirely fucking stupid, and why didn’t you leave?

 For a second you recall your earlier days at Hollywood Arts, when you were forced to perform stage fighting. When you faked a hit at Jade, she pretended you hit her for real, and everyone believed it.

 Maybe- maybe if you’re fast enough, when she goes to hit you, just before she makes contact, you can react, and act like she hit you without her actually following through. Are you stealthy enough for that? Sober enough to pull it off? What if she calls your bluff? Well, it’s not like anyone would believe her, right? Come on, it’s Jade. It wouldn’t even make sense, it would just look like she wanted to hit you again, so if you were fast, you could probably get away with it, but are you-oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, she’s kissing you.

 Jade is kissing you. Why is Jade kissing you, she’s kissing you! It’s Jade! Your body goes through system shock, and you feel your lungs constrict and your heart go slack and nothing happens inside of you for a very solid forty-five seconds that you are almost sure is at least ten minutes.

 Jade West is kissing you. W...why? Why is this happening? Does she… know who you are? And- and why is it still happening? And why would she pass up an opportunity to inflict pain on you? She hates you. And, you hate her! Or, should. Maybe. But that’s... not as easy to say when she’s pressed against you, and her hands are in your hair, and what the hell is she doing starts to lose a battle to does it matter and you hate to say that it’s… sort of fucked-up nice, and she’s being so deep and passionate and movie-moment about it and… it’s Jade.

 And surely, it’s not supposed to go on for this long. Nobody else kissed for this long. Or got this touchy-feely about it. Not that you really have it in you to complain. And when you thought that she was going to get aggressive with you, this wasn’t exactly what you meant, but her hands are on you now, and it’s… better than the alternative, which is really just your roundabout way of avoiding saying that it’s good.

 Everything is very soft and quiet until she finally pulls away, and you take a deep breath and back away into your seat, eyes firmly on the ground. Everyone is silent, but your own breathing is loud enough in your ears to make up for it. You skip your turn, still staring at the floor, and everyone understands and the game moves on, sort of, but everyone else’s facial expression speak volumes, and you’re pretty sure you’re past any state of clarity or thought, now.

 On the upside, the beer is starting to taste better.

 A little more alcohol and tangible tension is all it takes for the game to come to its untimely demise not more than two turns later, and instead you find yourselves strewn about the living room, eyes to the ceiling, unsure if the song has changed at all in the past- however long you’ve been here, which remains undetermined. You can’t tell minutes from hours besides everything feeling slow, and it reminds you of some old greek story from two grades ago that probably had something to do with Odysseus and everything else you had to learn but hated all the while, but all you can gather from your vague memory of the story was that once you go in somewhere, you forget about what needs to be done outside of that moment, and lose any concept of time.

 If only in a vicious protest to the fate of a Lotus-Eater, you manage into a standing position and force yourself out and up, following the steep staircase up to the roof, trying to convince yourself it’s for fresh air, and not because Jade went up there somewhere between minutes and hours ago.

 The cold hits you with a bite to it, and you retract into your jacket a little more, pulling the sleeves over your hands. It’s quieter up here, barely any trace of the music left, something closer to a drone of cars underneath, city melody that you mostly ignore, but wouldn’t be able to sleep without.

 Jade is there, a few yards ahead, leaning against the railing, head cast down. With a deep breath and a shuffle to straighten your posture, you find yourself inching toward her, teeth firmly biting down on your bottom lip. You can tell by the way that Jade tenses up that she senses you three steps in, so you figure that’s basically your big neon sign in the sky that says no going back, kid, and so you head on forward until you’re side by side.

 She doesn’t bother to look away from whatever is so captivating down below, so you clear your throat and try and sound assertive because really, Jade is mostly harmless, you’ve learned- or at least when it comes to you. She talks big, but mostly, she’s harmless. (It still doesn’t help that you’re on a roof, though. That’s not the kind of thing that provides peace of mind.)

 “What was that about?” You demand, or would demand, if your voice didn’t threaten to crack as you tried.

 She lazily draws her head up to look at you. She pauses, just briefly, and then raises her eyebrows just enough to make you balk.  She gives you a slow blink, and you feel yourself wince. Still, you persist: “you kissed me.” You say it like she doesn’t already know it, like somehow, she forgot.

 A smirk plays on her lips, but her eyebrows stay suspended in motion, stud and all, taunting you. God. She straightens up, coming to a full stand, reminding you that she has a good two inches on you without the crazy boots.

 “What, you want me to hit you?” She tilts her head, smile solid on her face.

 “No, I mean- why didn’t you?” You try, shaking your head, trying to form your most sober thoughts.

 She pauses, then exhales, dropping her arms from her chest. She speaks slow and simple, like you’re stupid. “Beck kissed a girl, so I did, too.” She nods along with the drawled-out words, and you’re kind of offended, even though it’s no real change of pace. She takes another beat, scrutinizes your features, then scoffs. “What? Did you think it meant something?” She laughs, full and loud, then shakes her head, and heads to the stairs before you can defend yourself, leaving you a drunk, sputtering mess on the roof of a stranger’s home, trying to figure out why being part of breakup theatre feels worse than it meaning something in the first place.

 By the end of the weekend, everything returns to a lazy version of normal, but Friday night lingers in your mind even so. Beck starts dating the girl from the party, even though she doesn’t go to your school, and you’re sure she’s nice, but part of you thinks that’s a little bit shitty, still. You don’t talk to Jade, and everyone else has moved on completely because it definitely didn’t matter at all and beyond being a little weird, it was nothing.

 Beck brings his new girlfriend to lunch, sometimes, and you can tell Jade is absolutely fuming, but nobody says anything, and you figure nothing much will last, anyways, until she shows up at your house when your parents aren’t home.

 You’re surprised to see her at the door, but she invites herself in and doesn’t say a word. You open your mouth to ask her she’s kissing you, harsh and angry and not at all the way a kiss should be, but you don’t hate it, and you don’t want it to stop, and you shut down for a minute because she hates you, even if you kissed before, and it doesn’t make any sense, and why is she here, kissing you? You, of all people.

 You don’t really have the time to think about it as she has her hands on your waist, the small of your back, your hair, and you have to wonder that it’s just you and her in your unlit living room, so who is this for? This can’t be breakup theatre, not now.

 She leaves when she’s satisfied and you’re left wondering how this all happened, and what this all means, but you try and move past it as you stumble up to bed.

 Nothing is different at school, and you convince yourself it was a very strange dream that you can never speak of until Beck brings his girlfriend to lunch and then on your way to fifth period Jade drags you into the janitor’s closet and does what she wants until you’re sure you’re at least ten minutes late, and you wonder if you’re going to stay in this suspended silence forever as she walks away and you stay, breathless and alone.

 You make up your mind as you walk in late to fifth period, because this doesn’t make any sense and you’re convinced that this can’t continue in silence any more. By the time she comes to your door late into the night, you’re almost ready, and as she enters, you stop her, and open your mouth.

 “Why are you doing this? Beck doesn’t even know, you know that, right?” You challenge, crossing your arms.

 Her face falters for a moment, but then she scoffs. “I’m not stupid. What, you don’t like it?” She crosses her arms, too, and you think she knows that she asked the worst possible question.

 “No, I- I mean, why me- when-” you sputter, arms falling to your sides, much less composed than when you planned this in your head.

 “You talk too much,” she whispers, closing the gap between the two of you, and you know you’re at a loss.

 After that, you spend an embarrassing amount of time trying to make sense of this most recent development in your life. This is all physical, right? And secret, you guess. What are you? Friends with benefits? You’re not even really friends, are you? Frenemies with benefits?

 It happens more and more often, and you find yourself almost looking forward to it, if not entirely confused. Still, dealing with it on your own is wearing on your brain, and eventually, you break, and call over André to help you with your woes.

 “If I tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?” You bite at your lip, and he chuckles slightly.

 “Sure, I promise.”

 “And you won’t tell anyone, ever, at all?” You say, but it sounds like begging.

 “’Course not, Tori,” he agrees easily.

 “And you won’t be all weird and everything?” You persist.

 “Are you gonna tell me?” He laughs, clearly amused at your disheveled state.

 “You have to swear!” You insist.

 “Alright, alright, I swear, okay?” He holds up his hands in a gesture of surrender and you swallow hard.

 “You know how me and Jade kissed at your friend’s party?” You say, furrowing your brows.

 He raises an eyebrow. “It wasn’t a party, but I do recall,” he nods, curious.

 “Well. Ever since then, we’ve, you know,” you try, arms crossed tightly, looking at the ground, nodding nervously.

 “I don’t,” he tilts his head at you.

 “Ever since then we’ve been kind of messing around and I don’t know how or why, she just shows up and it happens and it’s not bad but I don’t understand,” you rush out, relaxing slightly once the words leave your mouth.

 He pauses. “You… and Jade?”

 “Yes, me and Jade! That’s what I thought, too!” You exclaim, glad you have someone to vent to.

 “In private?”

 “Yes!”

 “Do you… like it?” He asks delicately.

 “I mean- well- I don’t hate it. It’s not bad. But it’s… happening,” you struggle.

 “Do you, you know, like her?” He eases into the question, clearly hesitant.

 “What- I- no! It’s Jade- I don’t- I wouldn’t-” you stammer, and he leaves it at that.

 And so that’s how it stays, her in your body from time to time, and it’s been occurring to you for a while now that you’re not certain that this has anything to do with Beck anymore, really, but you don’t really think it has much to do with you, either, and you kind of hate that, because you find yourself thinking that this isn’t how you want it to be, you don’t want to be a nameless body that she allows herself from time to time for physical pleasure and nothing more that always leaves you by yourself, but you can’t really say that you want it to stop, and you wonder if maybe that would be worse, anyways, as her laugh from a rooftop echoes in your mind every now and again when her body is pressed against yours.

 You wonder, for a while, if maybe you’re at a loss, but you’d still be lying if you said that you didn’t crave it as much as her (if not more).

 After long enough André has a party for you all to attend, except it’s a party for real, this time. Against your better judgment, you agree, and you find yourself in the familiar position of being in the backseat of Robbie’s mom’s van, except this time you’re in between Cat and Jade, because this time, Beck brought his girlfriend. You can’t stop yourself from studying Jade’s face when you pass under the streetlights, but she seems almost serene. Or, as serene as Jade West can be.

 The car ride feels remarkably short, and upon entering the party, you’re offered something alcoholic with a scent and taste that can only be compared to nail polish remover. “Liquid courage,” the gawky frat bro who hands it to you claims. You hope he’s right.

 You can’t tell if it’s worse or better than you expected, just that it’s burning as it goes down, and that you recoil with every sip. Even so, you’re a cup and a half ahead of everyone else, and you’re feeling the effects.

 The party is big and loud and a moving organism, pulsing along to the beat of each song, all of which sound nearly identical. Everyone is faceless in the moving crowd, and everyone is drunk enough so that if you stop for even a second it’s not fun anymore, just a little bit dizzy and sad, so you guess that’s why Jade grabs at the collar of your shirt and starts kissing you in front of everybody, because there’s no better excuse than being drunk, right?

 Nobody pays that much mind, because it’s faceless, nameless, everybody’s as drunk as you, but you can feel André staring for a beat in the middle of all of it. You’re drunk enough to feel blissfully free, without confusion or feeling or anything beyond mindless physical hunger in the middle of a very loud and moving everything because it’s that simple, right? It’s that simple?

 It doesn’t feel as good as it should and it fills up your mind until you find yourself in the back seat, passing under streetlights and the moon, lights from the city blurring in your vision, further gone than you bargained for, head resting on Jade’s chest, and even you wonder if you’re asleep or not.

 God, you love her, don’t you? Damnit.

 By the time the sun is high and you’re in bed nursing one hell of a hangover, you realize that you only have one option: this has got to end. Because obviously you don’t love her, God, it’s Jade¸ but you’re definitely confused or something, and so, through aspirin and water and thinking you’re dead, you come to the bitter realization that all you can really do now is end it and pretend it never happened.

 Because, well, you don’t want this, this isn’t who or what you want to be, right? You don’t want to be Jade’s undercover easy lay when nobody’s watching or everybody is too far gone to care, you can’t do that anymore.

 So why does it hurt just to make the fucking decision?

 You just try and repeat it in your head like a mantra: you can’t go on like this, Tori. Even in your head, it comes out more like a question.

 The next time it happens- well, you falter. It’s not your fault, alright? You’re not weak, it’s just that it happened at school. You can’t not-break-up with her in the janitor’s closet! Or, at least, that’s what you tell yourself as she presses you against the wall and grabs at your shirt and you hear yourself moan.

 Oh, fuck.

 After that, though, you’re determined- especially because your teacher yells at you in front of everyone for being late so often.

 The next Friday comes along and she shows up at your door at half past one like clockwork, and you’re sure, this time. You know what has to happen. She walks in, but before she can get close, you cross your arms and straighten up, closing yourself off to contact.

 She raises an eyebrow at you impatiently, prompting whatever big speech you must have, and you pout slightly at the action of it all.

 “We can’t do this anymore,” you say, steady and sure.

 “Is it because you’re scared we’re gonna get caught? Because we don’t have to do it at school anymore if you don’t-” she starts.

 You interrupt her. “No, it’s not that. Well, I mean, a little bit, but- it’s not that,” you correct yourself, trying to proceed forward.

 “So? What’s the problem?” Jade crosses her arms in waiting.

 “I- I don’t want to do this anymore,” you try, suddenly at a loss.

 “What? Don’t you like it?” Jade persists, eyebrows furrowed, looking almost… nervous? Desperate? No, neither of those are things that Jade West is. You’re seeing things, almost definitely.

 “No, it’s good, I just- I don’t wanna do it anymore, the secret, physical-only, something-with-benefits thing. I don’t like it, that kind of relationship,” you try and clarifying, running your hands through your hair, hoping you’re coming across clear.

 Jade stops, quiets, sinks a little. Her arms relax a little, and she swallows. You watch her think, for a moment, and then she opens her mouth: “Fine.” No anger behind it, barely any emotion at all. Not in a voice you’ve ever heard her use. Then, she straightens up, and walks out the door, leaving you, for the last time, alone in your darkened living room.

 If you weren’t there, you’d think that nothing happened the next day. Everything is almost normal, and mostly, the two of you maintain your composure, aside from the total lack of eye contact. Still, to anyone else, that isn’t exactly a huge difference. So both of you stay quiet, and it should be totally fine. In fact, you should feel better!

 That doesn’t really change the fact that you don’t.

 You get annoyed with the sense of longing that starts to fill your chest, so you try and drown it out with distractions and chatter, the loudest you’ve been at lunch in months. Now more attentive than ever, it comes to your attention that Beck’s broken up with his girlfriend, and did so weeks ago. Jade still won’t look at him, though. You try not to notice that part, because it doesn’t have anything to do with you, right? (Not that you’ve ever been great at minding your own business.)

 By the time the day ends, you’re alone, in the dark, and what you’d like to believe is inexplicably disappointed. It’s started to rain, and your parents are out, and somehow, so is Trina- the universe’s personal gift to you, on the day when you need it most- and so you take refuge on the couch in the dim glow of some show that’s a little bit dumb and a couple years old that you half-recognize.

 And then there’s a knock at the door, and you feel yourself cringe a little. You briefly consider not answering it, but what if it’s someone important? (That’s the improbability you toy with to make yourself feel better.)

 You wish you were more surprised when you see that it’s Jade, a little bit damp and looking halfway distraught. “Come… in?” You offer, and you know you sound completely unsure, but you don’t know why she’s here, and really, if it weren’t raining, you’d probably leave her standing out there.

 She steps in and runs a hand through her hair, looking about a second away from pacing. She pauses, then looks down for a moment before drawing her face up to look back at you. She bites her lip, then opens her mouth, as if she’s not really sure how to start. She clears her throat, like one does when they’re about to start a speech. Just as you’re about to ask her why she’s here, she makes noise.

 “Be my girlfriend, then,” she says, and it sounds hesitant, almost... strangled? You pause for a beat.

 “…Excuse me?” You genuinely need her to repeat the statement.

 “Be my girlfriend,” she says, more forcefully than before.

 You pause for a minute, squint at her. “You… you want to date me just because you’re too lazy to go out and find someone else to fuck around with?” You ask incredulously.

 Her face flickers angry for a second, then she comes back down. “No, it’s not like that!” She insists, sounding strangely genuine, coming from her. “That’s not what it’s about, I- that’s not why. Okay? God. This is stupid. Forget it, I should just leave,” she scoffs, flushing slightly, face returning to its default of entirely pissed off.

 “Wait,” you try, “it’s not. Don’t. Don’t leave,” you rub your arm nervously. “That’s… really not what it’s about?” you ask carefully.

 “No. That’s never what it was about- well, at first, but- that’s not what it’s about,” she sighs deeply, turning back around to face you, looking somewhere between relieved and defeated.

 “Okay,” you say, sure of yourself, now.

 “…Okay?” She says quizzically.

 You nod, taking a step closer to her.

 One more time, you find yourself kissing her, alone, in your darkened living room; this time, with feeling.

#gray writes #listen the spacing is weird as hell but it's because if i copy from ao3 it doesnt keep italics so #honestly just read it on ao3 #or maybe it'll look ok on my theme who knos #jori #jade west #tori vega #victorious

[bratkook]

clairvoyant. (m) part two

Author's note: just so you know there isn't any smut yet, that M is just there for future chapters bc of the things they'll contain okay awesome. also still dont know who its centered around, what a thrill. 

 Word count: 3k

masterlist.

The stares you were getting as you walked across the quad that separated the girls dorm from the boys were definitely something else. Maybe you had something on your face? Oh wait, no, it was because you were carrying a giant size photo of Taehyung’s ass.

“If he doesn't actually hang this up I’m breaking it over his head.” You muttered to yourself bitterly. The trouble you had gone through to actually find someone willing to print it out was insane, it was a miracle you had it printed a day later. What was so wrong about wanting a picture like that printed? Honestly this is all thanks to that girl in your printing class last year because without her Tae would’ve gotten a 4x6 picture of his butt.

You huffed out hair that had fallen out of your ponytail and onto your face and thanked the guy who actually held the dorm doors open for you.

“Y/N! You have to check in before you go up there!”

You rolled your eyes at the rule but continued walking to the elevator, “You know all my information Baekhyun, I’ve got shit to do.”

The RA just stood behind the counter, letting out a sigh but copying down your information from another page since you basically lived here.

By the time you made it to Tae’s room your arm was cramping up from hauling around the canvas.

You gave his door three soft kicks and waited for him to open it, hearing the other guys chuckling whenever they passed you and saw the giant picture.

Luckily you weren’t out there for long and were greeted by a giant smile when he saw it was you. His eyes scanned down your body and did a double take when he noticed what you held, “Oh my god is that it?”

He pulled you into the room and shut the door behind him, looking like the giddiest kid in the world when you held the canvas up for him to see.

“This…is such a work of art.”

“You’re so conceited.”

He grabbed it from your hands and propped it on his bed against the wall, clearly admiring it, “Well yeah, but it's just such a nice picture. Like the colors are pretty and everything's so sharp–”

“It’s a picture of your ass.” You deadpanned.

He shoved your head, successfully ruining your ponytail some more, and walked to his desk to rummage through the doors, “Obviously but you really know how to capture a picture.”

You smiled at his compliment even though you were pretty sure he just loved it because it was of him, but regardless being praised on your photography was pretty uplifting, “I spent about 3 hours staring at your ass in Lightroom and editing it so thanks for liking it.”

He stood up straight with a ruler and pencil in one hand and a couple of command hooks in the other, “Dedication. And that’s exactly why you’re gonna be big when you get out of here, but for now, help me level this out and hang it up?”

You slipped off your shoes and hopped onto his bed, grabbing the pencil and ruler to try to mark off where the hooks would go. Tae stayed on his knees in the bed and held up the canvas so you could get a feel for the size and placement, “I’m not exactly opposed to this position”

You were focused on drawing a straight line across the wall so you jumped when you felt his teeth gently bite down on your upper thigh, resulting in the line going wonky. “Good job, now your pictures gonna be crooked.”

He let out a whine at your teasing and decided to just rest his head against you as he continued to hold up the canvas. “By the way, how’s your roommate?”

He nuzzled his cheek against your thigh before responding, “He keeps things clean and he’s funny. I can tell he’s got a good head on his shoulders, I feel like his mind just chants school, study, sleep.”

“Hm, maybe it’ll rub off on you and you’ll start going to your classes?”

“Ha! Y/N, you are the queen of wishful thinking and I appreciate that.”

And you are the king of sarcasm you mumbled to yourself with a smile. You marked off two spots in a guestimate location and ruffled his hair so he could stand up and finally hang this masterpiece up.

“Okay go stand over there and tell me if it’s straight.” You nodded and hopped off the bed, shuffling back a few steps to get a good view.

He had placed one hook on the wall and stuck the other directly onto the canvas, calling it his foolproof plan to ensure a straight line.

“A little higher on the right.”

The canvas leveled out a bit more, the hook on the canvas not securely placed yet until you reassured him it was perfect.

“Like that?”

“If you could move it a teeny bit up it’d be perfect.”

His tongue was poking out between his lips as he concentrated on moving it a teeny bit. Honestly what kind of measurement was a teeny bit? But if that's what you said he’d be damned if he didn't listen.

“Okay there!”

He finally pressed the hook against the wall, his hands slowly letting go of the canvas as he backed away to examine it. The picture was absolutely massive but it fit perfectly between the window and edge of the wall right above his bed. It’s the first thing anyone would see when they come into the room and you weren’t sure if the RA’s would classify this as pornography but you’ll find out eventually.

You guys turned to high five each other, falling into a celebratory dance and missing out on the door opening until someone broke the silence.

“Um, wow?”

You both turned to look over and your eyes widened when you recognized him, his eyes were glued on the picture but when they spotted you he looked away, the blush on his face being a telltale sign that he was embarrassed.

“Hey Jungkook! How was class?”

He let the door shut before setting his backpack down on his desk on the left, tossing his coat onto his bed and ruffling his own hair. “It was slow…” he mumbled out quietly, obviously feeling very caught off guard, “Quick question, why do you have a picture of that streaker’s ass blown up?”

You could see Tae’s ego inflate at the mention of the incident, his smile was huge, “It’s a self portrait that Y/N took of me, pretty iconic huh?”

He would call himself iconic, classic Taehyung.

“Wait that was you?!” Jungkook’s eyes were probably the widest you’d ever seen on a person so you couldn’t help but laugh a little. He glanced at the giant canvas and then down at Taehyung's thighs, tilting his head slightly and shrugging.

“In the flesh.” He turned around and smacked his butt before flopping down on his bed, his hands crossed behind his head as he leaned against the wall right below the picture.

“No wonder you had a beanie on, you’re the only dude here with bright red hair.”

You nodded at the comment, “Well to be fair, the majority of the school knew only Tae would be capable of doing some shit like that.”

“The beanie was just so the principal wouldn’t have blatant evidence against me.” Tae added on, tapping his head like it was clearly genius and then averting his attention to his phone as he tried to take a selfie with the canvas.

Jungkook nodded as he rocked back and forth on his heels, not knowing if he should make himself comfortable or leave. Was Taehyung your boyfriend? Could he ask that or would that be awkward if he wasn’t? It didn’t seem like you were, but what if you guys wanted to be alone? He was gonna ask–

“Hey, how’s your nose?” You could feel your face heat up from bringing up that embarrassing memory but it was common decency to ask. How could you have beaten him with your camera, that stuff didn’t just happen.

At the mention of his injuries his train of thought derailed and his hand came up to feel around his nose and eye, wincing when his fingers touched a spot that was still tender. “Ah, still a little sore but it definitely isn’t broken and I didn’t get a black eye.”

You let out a sigh of relief, pulling out his desk chair and sitting down on it casually. “Thank god, I mean my bank account is probably in the negatives right now but if I broke your nose with my lens I would’ve paid your medical bills.”

“Holy shit that was you!” Tae yelled out, his phone still held in front of him as he tried to get his best angle. He broke out into a fit of laughter, “I remember when I finally met him and I saw him all busted up he just said some girl hit him twice in the face with a camera. I should’ve known it was you.”

You covered your face with your hands, why couldn’t he just say he’d gotten in a fight. Don't guys like to assert dominance when they meet? He wasn’t doing himself any favors by saying a girl beat him to a pulp with a camera.

You could hear Jungkook ask why he should’ve known it was you as you stood up from the chair and pushed it back in, “‘cause if you know Y/N you know she’ll always have that massive fucking camera with her as long as there’s something good enough to shoot.”

“So I’m gonna go–”

“Are you sure?” Jungkook basically shouted out, “I mean, I could leave if you guys wanted to be alone.” His eyes flickered between the both of you, seeing you frown as Tae wiggled his eyebrows.

“No,” you chuckled, “I have to get going. But please, spread the word about how I assaulted you, maybe it’ll build me a rep of being a badass.” You gave them smiles, saying you’d see them later before leaving the room and heading back out of the guys dorm.

It was barely 4 in the afternoon and you should probably be heading to your own dorm room to prepare for the start of your classes tomorrow but you found yourself walking towards the edge of the campus and getting yourself an Uber.

The short ride to your destination was spent in your own head, questions on how this semester would play out, if you had a plan b, hell even a plan z would’ve been safe. You were a classic over thinker, someone who pushed their problems to the back of their mind until they were alone and then proceeded to freak the fuck out when it became too much.

When the car stopped you shot out of it, barely getting a thanks out before entering the building and immediately heading for the elevator. The number 10 lit up as you pushed it and you couldn’t fight the urge to fix your ponytail while looking at your reflection on the elevator doors.

Once you exited on the floor and made your way down the wide hall you could already see Jimin leaning against the doorframe, waiting for you, clearly looking worried.

“You okay?” He asked you, letting you step into his place before shutting the door and giving you a glass of water.

The glass was emptied in the time it took you to sit down on his couch in the living room. You took off your jacket and shoes, letting yourself get comfy as he waited for your answer because were you really okay?

Sure you always seemed okay but Jimin never failed to see through you. You always hid how stressed you were, how close you were to a mental breakdown, and he related to that which is why you were so close. He got your methods of destressing so you always confided in him because he was never one to judge. He was always the one you vented to, probably the one person who knew absolutely everything about you because despite what everyone thought of him you knew he was the most caring people you’ve ever met.

“How’d you know I was coming?” You dodged the question, grabbing one of the throw blankets and spreading it out over your legs.

He smiled and sat down next to you, tossing some of the blanket onto his lap, “My phone told me I ordered an Uber, obviously I knew it was you.”

Right. Jimin insisted on linking your Uber apps together simply because he understood. He knew you fluctuated with your money, you could survive with your scholarship money but that didn’t last forever and that's when you would struggle to make ends meet. If he could make your life a little bit easier by providing a ride here and there he definitely would.

You never abused his generosity and only used the app to get to and from his place, everywhere else was walking distance in your mind. Obviously Jimin was well off, having more money than he knew what to do with, but that didn’t mean you were willing to roll in a pile of cash whenever he offered to pay something off for you.

His fingers were tapping on his knee, your eyes flickered over to them and then slowly up to his face, seeing he was still waiting for an answer. Are you okay?

“I should probably still text you whenever I come over, what if you weren’t here.”

“You know where my spare is.” He responded without missing a beat, giving you a soft smile, his lip ring reflecting light at the movement. He raised his eyebrows, his final warning for you to tell him what was up.

“I'm fine, promise.”

He eyed you suspiciously, his arms folding across his chest, “The last time you promised me you were fine you had a full on meltdown in your dorm at 5am.”

You winced at that, remembering your roommate not knowing what to do when you started freaking out, mumbling about bills, going bald and being a nobody who would live at home until you were 60. The only thing she could think to do was grab your phone and call the last person you texted which in that case was Jimin since you had just left his place.

He showed up, calmed you down and left. Seemed simple enough, but when you woke up the next morning you saw he had settled your bill problem with a few taps on his phone which is what he claimed he did best. You swore that once you made a name for yourself you would pay back everything. It wouldn’t seem like much, it's not like he had bought you a frickin Tesla but a couple hundred bucks was still money.

“Please don’t have me show up at the girls dorm at 5am again, do you know how many questions I got? People are gonna think I’m a male escort that you call over.”

Your jaw dropped, “Stop it!”

His eyes crinkled up as he started laughing, grabbing your hands as they tried to swat his legs, “I don’t mind it, do you know how many girls would blow up my phone if they thought I was an escort.” He let out a whistle and wiggled his brows at you.

You sat back, letting your foot nudge his thigh and yanking the blanket off of him completely, “Oh yeah, just let that news travel and we’ll see how long you stay a student here.”

He just shrugged, “Do I look like a man who goes to college for the sake of education?”

“Absolutely not, you look like a man who goes to college for the sake of parties and hooking up.”

The rings on his fingers glimmered as he pointed at you, “Bingo.” He stood up from the couch, rolling up his long sleeve and showcasing a few of the tattoos he had on his forearms as he opened his phone and scrolled.

“And because you are keeping me on my toes with the mystery of whether you’re okay or not,” he looked at his phone while he spoke, his fingers tapping the screen rapidly and you could only assume he was sending out texts, “We are gonna do what we do best.” He looked up at you with a smile and you smiled back, already knowing what was coming.

“Get blackout drunk to forget our problems and then cry about it the next morning while hungover?”

He faked a gasp of shock, “Y/N, you fucking mind reader. But yes, and luckily the bastards at Delta fucking whatever are throwing a party with the new pledges tonight.”

You cuddled deeper into his couch as you laughed, “Why do you always refer to them as the bastards at Delta fucking whatever like you hate them–”

“Because I do hate them!”

That only made you laugh harder, “Then why do you keep going to their parties!”

“Because they always have good booze.”

You just stared at him and from the look on his face you could tell he already knew what the next word that was coming out if your mouth was because he shouted it out with you.

“True!”

It really wasn’t that funny yet you both double over in laughter at the stupid phrase the pair of you said at the dumbest times. He pretended to wipe a few tears away and double checked his phone before putting it away and clapping his hands, “Alright, your ass better take an uber back to the dorm and be ready by 10.”

You opened your mouth to protest but he stopped you, literally putting his hand over your mouth before you could speak, “I don’t care if you have an 8am class tomorrow we are going dammit, you’re just gonna have to show up to lecture hungover as fuck.”

You grunted some incomprehensible words behind his mouth and he just nodded along like he completely understood.

Showing up to the first class of the year with a massive hangover….yeah you could do that. First impressions weren’t that important right?

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[fairielust]

ahhhhhh ahh ahhhh

ok omg y’all today wasn’t that bad as i thought it would be

so we walk into class n before i could stop myself i just had 2 show the instagrams of these two people from this japanese reality show wisteria got me into n this particular pairing are super cute n both wisteria n i love them lmao

which turns into a whole twenty minute conversation about who we like / dislike, showing the class the other people from said show’s instagrams, n pointing out particular moments we’ve seen lmao it was great

then wisteria gets us to do some work n it’s all fine until she randomly starts laughing to herself five minutes later ??? it was pretty creepy n she shows us what she was laughing at,,, these old photos of us from year 9 that she’s saved to ‘identify’ us when recording marks n stuff eW

for some reason my name had a keyboard emoji next to it ? n another girl had a music stave thing besides hers ? i mean, we both did music at the time but it was really weird lmAo tf @ wisteria

thankfully we did not get into any kind of speaking practice, just going through comprehension questions n then going through all the grammar for the unit which is always a delight.

@ the end of class the rest of the girls left the room without waiting for me which was absolutely perfECT bc i could easily give wisteria this drawing i’ve done for the class (but mostly 4 her) so i kept saying sensei n held the drawing before her waiting bc she was looking @ something on her laptop n when she finally looked up she full on gasped n said ‘suGOII ??!?!?!?’ which is amazing in japanese n she kept repeating that n i was blushing @ this point but trying to play it cool (?) (‘ahaha yeah it only took me 5 hours nbd ahaHAHA’) i told her it was for her n she tried identifying everyone but couldn’t recognise herself bc she forgot what she wore on the day lmAo (yet she easily pointed me out asdfghjk my heart)

n she said ‘arigatou gozaimasu’ in the softest voice ever n i wanted 2 cry it was so sweet n honestly even if i didn’t love her the way i do rn i would still be a miserable mess bc this ?? is all i’ve ever asked for ??? for my own god damn artworks to bring smiles to people’s faces ??!?!?! i love that !!!! a kink(TM) !!! then i told her to have a nice weekend bc it’s the long weekend now n she said you too as i was walking out n i just,, heart sigh

then @ lunch i went to the library bc my friends were studying 4 a religion test they had on n it was cold n i wanted to finish the last of my etching for art later this afternoon n wisteria was on duty n she came over bc i was sitting w another group of friends of mine n she was impressed w my etching before she pointed out the wall (with a suspicious ‘is that a wAll i sEE’) n i laughed n told her it was n she reminds me of her crazy wall photo collection which i asked if she could share bc i need more photos lol

one of my friends asked if we could go back to japan bc she obviously had a great time w us hEhe

n then she tells us this story that happened to her yesterday,, apparently this year 7 brat was misbehaving n when wisteria called her out she said her class was boring. now, im glad i contained my emotions bc inside i was FUMING like ?? how daRE YOU ?? SAY WISTERIA’S CLASS IS BORING YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT ??? FUCK RIGHT OFF W THAT BULLSHIT this is why everyone hates wisteria bc she’s either bitchy or they can’t be bothered to try in japanese like wtf ?? i was super pissed that frustrated me sm ://

when the bell rang 4 next class i had my class in a room in the library n wisteria was just standing there,,, n i was just standing inside the room looking like a creep watching her,,, before i ran out n called her n asked about what was happening w our 1:1 sessions. she said she still had to check our timetables against one another, either for a study or for lunch. ahhhhhhhh !!!

today was such a great day i was shocked.

then in eng ex I, our teacher was away n there was only a few of us n we ended up talking about random stuff. i decided to do japanese hw bc i was not in the mood to write anything essay wise n the other girls got curious n tried recognising a few characters n i was lowkey proud of them for remembering stuff from year 7 ahh !!! it was a lot of fun being able to show my love for japanese !!!

this is completely irrelevant but my art teacher brought in her little son today 2 workshop n he’s only 4 but he’s stomping around the classroom n smiling n laughing n being cheeky n touching my bracelet n it was just,,, so pure. my teacher was like, ‘so do you want to take him home ? he’s a monster, i’m telling you,’ n i just,,, really want kids one day but i don’t want to be the one giving birth bc i’m weak asf but i do want to have kids despite their troubles idc !!! this was just so cute !!!

ahh ok i’m gonna work hard on speaking this weekend bc our first lesson back to school is double japanese n i bet you we’ll actually be doing speaking then smh

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