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rn im thinking about how my 6th grade class was basically a cult
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SURPRISE COOKIES FOR MAMA đ âïœĄđŠč°â§
ÖŽ àŁȘđ€ featuring. nanami kento x female! reader
ÖŽ àŁȘđ€ warnings. both of you have a three year old daughter, broken conversations from your daughter bcs she's a kiddo, i'm leaving all of you to name your daughter.
note. midterm week, i'm going to try uploading, but if i don't, just know that it's not me ignoring my wips or you. love you all mwah <33
"this me!" (daughter) pointed at an old picture of . . . a young you with a blue thin strap floral sun dress posing cutely in front of the camera â a big smile on your face, showing off your pearly whites, "i pretty."
nanami who had his back leaning on the couch could only muster out a soft chuckle, he had his hand on the young girl's small waist to hold her up right; preventing a tumble or two, "that's mama. she looks lovely, doesn't she?"
(daughter) craned her head up to face nanami, her e/c doe eyes blinking, ears unbelieving that the portrait was her mother, "mama? no, this me! i so pretty," she pointed her chubby finger towards the portrait, which is undeniably almost as big as she is.
"mhm, that's mama," nanami caressed his daughter's head lovingly, "you do look a lot like mama, you know?" he whispers, eyeing the portrait (daughter) had laying on her small lap.
half a decade ago â nanami told himself that he isn't fit to be a family man; he swore the both of you talked about kids, and how you'd both wait at least until later on into the marriage. but (daughter) was a surprise pregnancy, and the best thing that has ever happened to the both of you.
"this no mama, this me papa," (daughter) pouts, her soft lips puckering out slightly.
nanami used his free hand to flip the photo album, showing a picture of (daughter) as a newborn. a pink colored bandana around her small head, eyes shut in content, "this is you the day you were born," he cooed out, letting his daughter take in the picture.
what a bundle of joy she is. nanami remembered every second he spent inside the delivery room by your side â letting you dig your fingers inside his flesh, because he knew the pain that you were going through at that moment couldn't compare to anything else that he was feeling. all he cared about was you and his daughter.
"this me?" (daughter)'s meek voice resounds. nanami nodded, eyes gazing into his daughter's doe ones, "i so pretty."
nanami smiled warmly, "yes, you are pretty, just like mama," he compliments; pinching her chubby cheeks gently, "it still surprises me how you're an exact copy of your mama . . ." he pats her head, his palm engulfing her whole head.
(daughter) nods her head vigorously, "mama and me twins!" she cheers happily, kicking her feet.
the male chuckles, "mhm, twins," he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up â standing as he puts the picture album on top of the coffee table that sat in the middle of your living room, "mama's coming home soon."
"we take cookies out of cooler, papa," (daughter) pats her father's cheeks gently before wrapping an arm around his neck to hook herself close to nanami, "warm for mama."
nanami vaguely remembered the day he passed by a baking class near his office. where he first saw you, holding onto a young boy's hand â no younger than six years of age, guiding him to whisk what seemed to be cake batter. he stood out of the glass pane, staring into the class for at least the next three minutes out of his twenty-four hours just to look at you.
he thought you looked pretty (and the display cake looked pretty as well, but that was besides the point).
but he never saw you again until three months later at the same place, and you noticed him. surprising. considering he was staring yet again for the second time. but he didn't think that you'd go out your way to talk to him right at that moment â and he was thankful you did.
"mhm, we're going to warm it up for mama," with ease, nanami opened the cooler and grabbed a plate of messily made classic chocolate chip cookies wrapped with saran wrap. (daughter) contributed to most of the procedure, and nanami thought it was the third most beautiful thing besides you and her. he's a proud dad.
the process of warming the cold cookies was short â with (daughter) prepped on top of the counter, with nanami's arms right by her sides. the two of them smiling at each other in silence, waiting for the oven to let out the satisfying 'ding!', hopefully before you came through the door.
unfortunately, things don't always go the way he wanted. and there you were, with your usual (color) coat slung over your arm, heaving out an exhausted sigh, mumbling out a soft, "i'm home."
(daughter)'s head turn to face the door, eyes widening in panic as she then faced nanami, "mama home, papa," she whispers, covering her mouth to hold back a loud giggle.
nanami nuzzled his nose into hers, "want to go hide from mama?"
the young girl nods her head, almost immediately wrapping her arms around her father's neck, "go go go, papa, hide, hide!" she whispers, giggling as she fit her small face into the crook of nanami's neck.
nanami laid a hand behind his daughter's head, he passed by you who had just walked through the short hall leading towards the living room, sending out a slight signal through his eyes as he walks into (daughter)'s sage colored room. he laid the young girl down onto the rugged floor, "go go, hide from mama."
the girl wasted no time scurrying under her bed, giggling softly. on the other hand, nanami walked out of her room with a small smile, approaching you.
"something smells good," you greet the male, opening your arms for a hug. i mean â what else do you need after a long day of work besides a warm hug from your husband?
nanami's arms felt like a blanket engulfing your body, he buckled his knees slightly to press a short kiss on your lips, "(daughter) has your baking abilities, 'm not surprised. good day at work?"
you nod, "tiring day, a boy spilt heavy cream all over the floor and his mother blamed us for it," nanami's face hardened a bit after hearing your story, "she practically went on a cursing spree in front of the kids, the cops had to restrain her."
the male grazed his finger on your cheek, "i'm sorry about that, she didn't hurt you, did she?"
you shook your head, "no worries, where's my baby, hm?"
nanami pinched your nape gently, "she wanted to surprise you with her cookies, she's in her room hiding. go see her and i'll be there with the cookies, yes?"
"you're too nice to me," you jokingly said.
"just to you," he rolled his eyes, brushing his lips over the hollow of your nose, "go, go. she's waiting for you."
you pulled yourself away from his embrace, putting your coat on top of the kitchen's counter before sauntering over to (daughter)'s room, knocking on her door. which resulted in an indubitable string of laughter from your own blood and flesh from under the bed, "baby? where're you?"
her soft and hushed giggles didn't stop when you step inside her room, "are you . . ." you pretended to open the closet, "here!"
and (daughter) stifled back a laugh when you failed to find her. and the next attempt, you squat down to eye under the bed, "there you are," her loud laughs finally chimed out, "give mama a hug, please?"
the young carbon copy of you crawled out from under the bed, immediately rushing to your lap to give you a warm hug, "i miss mama . . ." she pressed a kiss to your cheek, "mama miss me?"
you cradled her body back and forth, "mama misses you so much."
"i have surprise for mama," (daughter) abruptly pulled back from the hug, "surprise cookies for mama!"
the scent of chocolate entered your nostrils as nanami walked inside the room with a plate of freshly warmed chocolate chip cookies, "it's not a surprise anymore when you tell mama about it, isn't it?" he asks with a slight chuckle.
"'ts okay, mama still surprised. i bake cookies with papa," (daughter)'s eyes twinkled with happiness when nanami laid the plate down on the floor, "i bake cookies like mama. try try mama!"
and so you did, "'ts so yummy, good job, baby!"
nanami tugged on your arm towards him, slithering an arm around your waist, "'f course she did, you're her mama, y'know?" the male leaned in to place a short kiss to the tip of your nose.
(daughter) shrieks out, "papa cooties!"
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Aita for secretly following my then best friend home?
(tw alcohol abuse, probably suicidal tendencies)
I know this sounds really awful right away but bear with me. Also this is probably going to get long, sorry in advance
tl;dr I followed a guy i was friends with and had a crush on home after an argument, even after he asked me not to come to his house, bc i was worried he might hurt himself.
Last summer I (20f) moved to the US for college. I didnât know anyone outside of college and overall I was mostly on my own which was getting a bit lonely tbh. So I was very glad when I met this guy (21m) at a party of one of my acquaintances. We got along right away and he ended up giving me his number. After that we continued talking regularly and also meeting up every now and then and overall it was a lot of fun.
At some point I started developing feelings for him but prepared myself to just wait it out and not tell him bc I knew that he liked having a very active sex life and felt like he probably wouldnât be interested in something serious at that time.
After a few months however, he began to behave in some ways that made me pretty worried honestly. I had known that he liked to go out and party but I hadnât known to what extent. Apparently he would get totally blackout drunk at least once a week, sometimes more than that and then he would text me or call me in the middle of the night but often I genuinely couldnât understand what he was saying. Sometimes he would just call me like that at any time of day, crying, saying that I was his only real friend, the only person he felt safe talking to and so on. On the one hand I knew that that wasnât healthy behaviour at all but on the other hand my crush on him kept getting worse bc who doesnât like to feel needed.
On other occasions, he would just randomly do reckless and stupid things like one time we went to a museum and he started arguing with the guard over not being able to take any pictures and we almost got kicked out. Afterwards he laughed it off but honestly it made me feel pretty uneasy. (I didnât tell any of my other friends about that btw, they only knew that I was seeing this guy but wasnât dating him.)
He has told me some things about his childhood which I donât want to share here bc he did tell me that confidentially and although this is anonymous I still donât feel comfortable telling random people on tumblr about it. But it is severe enough for me to believe that his upbringing and the things he lived through definitely contributed to the issues that he has now. I can say that he didnât have a great time at home bc he is bi and while homosexuality isnât illegal in his country, it isnât really accepted either. Also itâs generally expected that children, especially boys, dedicate their entire life to having a successful and lucrative career and then start a family and he wasnât really in the right place to do either of that (and he didnât want to).
He also has been facing a lot of problems and racism here bc he is a poc immigrant from a country that isnât in good standing with the US. So while I donât pretend I know what heâs feeling, I imagine that all of these things would affect him quite a lot.
Now I actually get to the incident that is the reason for me to send this (it rly did get long TT but I want to make everything as clear as possible).
A few weeks ago we were just hanging out, it was all pretty chill and we just sat down to eat and talk etc. It had been quite a difficult week for me, also college wise, and I felt like I really had to talk to him about him calling me at night and while Iâm in class and all that. So I said as nicely as I could smth like âI donât want to seem overbearing but have you ever thought about maybe seeing a therapist bc I donât think what you do is healthy in the long run and Iâm not a professional who can properly help you.â He immediately got really snappy and defensive, saying that he âcouldnât fucking afford a therapist and even if I could, all they do is squeeze the money out of you and they donât give a fuck about your feelings.â I was pretty shocked tbh and responded by saying âwell if you really think this badly about therapists you should clearly see oneâ which was probably too harsh of me but I just couldnât help myself at that moment. He then said âoh yeah?? Iâd rather die than tell any of my shit to a total stranger. But youâve probably already told yours bc youâre all so fucking dependant on them anyway.â and then he stormed off. (Just to be clear, I donât have a therapist bc I donât have any issues that require one.)
I was really scared at that point bc I thought that he might do something to himself (he had said stuff like âI wish I just wasnât here sometimesâ before) so I started following him which I now think was extremely weird and creepy of me but I just didnât think it through in that situation. He walked for about 10 minutes to a house which I assumed was where he lived (I had never been at his place before bc he always said he lived in a bad neighborhood and didnât want me to come there) and I stood outside for like another 10 minutes thinking abt what to do bc I realized that this had been totally stupid, also it started to get dark and it really was a bad neighborhood. I ended i up calling him and telling him where I was and he let me in. He was pretty angry but mostly at the fact that I had put myself in such a dangerous situation and he let me spend the night at his place.
We actually got together not long after that and as of now, weâre dating. I know itâs not an ideal situation and probably not the most healthy one but I have been able to keep him from drinking himself into oblivion all the time bc we spend most evenings together now so I think thatâs a good thing. I donât know where things will go from here and I donât have the illusion that i can âfix himâ or anything but so far itâs been pretty good and I really do love him a lot so I just hope it will all turn out for the best. I just still feel guilty for lowkey (or actually highkey) stalking him when he explicitly asked me not to come to his house but it was out of genuine worry for him so idk if it makes me an asshole, I guess Iâll let tumblr decide that for me.
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Hi! Already told ya but I really liked you ST headcanonâ€ïž could you make one with Billy (+ any other stranger things boys you want to add) about them accidentally hearing that y/n has feelings for them? Itâs too cliched but such fluffy fluff is my air:>
He Accidentally Overhears You Have Feelings for Him (Stranger Things Headcanons)
*GIF not mine*
A/N: yeah so this took me like a month but also guess what i had to bullet point every single goddamned mfing line in this post by hand bc of tumblr's new formatting or whatever, and then i posted it on the wrong goddamn request so i had to do it twice so ig we all got probs kill me. Anyways, i kinda went overboard on this prompt bc i love billy so naturally no one else made it into the hcđ€·ââïž what a shameđ Enjoy!
Word count: 4856
Billy Hargrove:Â
âI donât like him.âÂ
Billyâs eyes fluttered open, and they glided lazily onto your form in the desk in front of him. With his hands folded behind his head and his legs crossed, feet perched on his own desktop, Billy knew the teacher had long ago given up on scolding him for his lackadaisical behavior in class, and even longer ago had he realized Billy would never put much effort in anyway.Â
One such happenstance that seemed to disturb the entire class, though, was how Billy had wound up there in the first place. Honors English didnât exactly seem tailored to his, er, capabilities, to put it lightly.Â
However, before Billy and his family had moved to Hawkins, Indiana, heâd been quite the student (according to the principalâŠafter youâd complained), and lost in translation was some other lame excuse that English classes in California were inherently more advanced than those of Indiana anyway.Â
You called bullshit. You had sworn Billy had bribed the teacher to let him remain in the class just to disrupt your existence.Â
It wasnât exactly his crowd, so to speak, judging by the glasses, focused faces, and pencils scribbling around the room. Nobody in the room looked like theyâd even smelled a cigarette beforeâwell, not until Billy arrived.
But you? God, you fit in like a glove. Here was where you divided yourself from the rest of the school, from its bullies and booze and tobaccoâfrom its corruption. You were innocent when it came to such âparaphernalia,â as you called it. You were untouched, and more importantly, you were unclaimed.Â
Billy was enthralled with this virtuous disposition of yours. In the beginning, his feelings for you,âlittle Miss Prissâ as heâd grown to calling you, appalled him. Of all the girls in the school he could choose from, all the hot blondes that fawned over him in the halls and the enticing brunettes that asked him out after catching his eye for a moment, never did he think for a fucking second that it would be you.Â
The prude.Â
âDonât like who?â Billy interjected harshly, dismissing how you and your friend flinched at his sudden interest.Â
âNo one!â you both mumbled, avoiding his gaze and spinning around in your seats.Â
Billyâs brow rose at that, and the instant the bell rang, he kicked his feet off his desk and reached a hand toward you. You scooted forward in your seat the second his fingers brushed you, and Billy paused, a small ache in his chest disguising itself as irritation.Â
Clenching his jaw, Billy curled his fingers around the back of your desk chair and dragged you back to him, the rubber stoppers on the ends of your chair legs squealing in protest against the polished floors. The teacher glanced up from his podium at the front of the class at the sound, an unimpressed look on his face, but was otherwise unconcerned about the situation unfolding. After all, it happened almost every morning.Â
The teacher sighed and resumed calling roll. Billy kept one fist clasped around the back of your chair and one long leg outstretched beneath your seat, his boot situated around the nearest footing to stop you from scooting away. He leaned forward, hot breath rustling your hair as you sat stock-still, hands folded in your lap.Â
âYN-â
You flinched.Â
â-who were you talking about?â Though it was a question, he more demanded the answer than asked for it, because Billy would be damned if he had to listen to you and your friend giggle and jabber about your feelings for any guy that wasnât him.Â
Just the thought of another boy in the class catching your eye in general made him feel angry.Â
No, maybe not angry. Sick was more like it. You werenât his, and he knew thatâfuck, he knew that all too well. He wouldnât let it be that way for long, though.Â
For months heâd tried to take his mind off you and place it, force it, on someone else. But when girls at parties and in his car, in hotel rooms or in their own goddamn bedrooms couldnât eliminate the picture of you hot-glued to the forefront of his mindâcouldnât erase your secret smile when Billy had Sharpied a dick on Mr. Morrisonâs board, or your glare when heâd tugged your seat over to his for the first time, or that feeling of your hand overtop his when heâd tugged on your hair to distract you, to bring your attention back onto himâBilly knew he had to give up on getting over you.Â
Heâd finally accepted that his only course of action was to keep your eyes on him just as his were locked on you. It was only fair.Â
âNobody,â you huffed under your breath. âWhy do you even care?â
The tension on Billyâs face softened, relaxed as he looked over your form appreciatively, licking his lower lip. âHeresâ and âPresentsâ resounded about the pair of you as Billy released his grip on your seatâs backing, settling the same arm on his desk and reaching up a hand to twirl a strand of your hair around his finger. âOh, no reason, babe, just making sure Iâm still in your good graces is all.â
You scoffed and twisted in your seat, yanking his hand from your hair with a grip on his wrist. âWere you ever?â
Billy held your gaze while simultaneously imploring to whatever asshole wandered around in the sky that you would never release your hold on him, and he allowed his lips to curl up into a real smile. So long he went without ever letting that happen, and then you showed up and now he never wanted to stop.Â
Just as Billy reached up to brush a strand of hair from your forehead, the teacher reared his ugly, bald, fucking bastard head.Â
âYN, Billy,â Mr. Morrison called aloud, his tone on the latterâs name far more irritated, and, of course, you sat at attention, turning away from Billy and tearing your hand away from his wrist. âPay attention, please.â
âSorry, sir.â
And just like that, you slipped from his grasp. You ignored Billyâs every poking and prodding of his pencil in your back for the rest of class and focused rather on whatever the hell Morrison was on about, curled over your notebook with your head ducked low.
It was only when Billy sighed and sat back in his seat with crossed arms, chest tight, that he realized your friend was watching from the corner of her eye with a small grin.Â
Until Billy flipped her the bird, then she scoffed and looked away too.Â
By the end of class, Billyâs head was dropped back, mouth open and releasing soft snores. The bell ringing didnât wake him; what did was your courteous kick to his foot in order for him to release your chair, which he did, so you could push your seat in. Then you smacked his forehead with your notebook for good measure. âWake up, asshole, class is over.â
He grunted, swatting away the offender. âYouâre so kind to me, babe,â he grumbled bitterly. âWhat would I do without you?â
âConsidering you spend every waking minute in this class annoying me, I truly, honestly donât know.â
Billy smirked at that, gaze latched onto your form as you walked away side-by-side with your friend, whom you seemed to be shaking your head at. Sluggishly and with a yawn, he rose to his feet, lugging his bag over his shoulder and following your path out of the classroom.Â
He lingered behind a few steps, stopping only to lean against a water fountain and pull a pack of Marlboros from his back jean pocket. He swiped the cigarette across his bottom lip before slotting it in the corner of his mouth and reaching for his lighter.Â
âThatâs not what this is,â you groaned, fiddling with the combination of your locker.Â
Your friend hummed sarcastically, a mocking âTotallyâ on her lips from Billyâs distance away. He could barely hear the two of you, especially through the thick crowd of students flooding the halls, rushing to their cars and buses to get the hell out of school.Â
Of course, you were lagging behind to study in the library, and, of course, Billy would be there to bother you for the next half hour before âsuddenly rememberingâ he had a date.
Fuck, he hated it. He hated himself, and how easily you wound him around your little finger. He used to wish you were cruel; some cold-blooded bitch to him so it would be so much easier to dismiss his feelings and walk away. Instead, you were kind. The only fucking person who could battle back against his attitude and yet still care about his wellbeing. How many times had you tugged a cigarette from his mouth with a small, disapproving grumble, or silently placed a water bottle on his desk when heâd enter the classroom reeling from the effects of the night before?
He'd never met anyone that was too good for him. Not sinceâŠ
Fuck. He hated this.
How? How did you have that power over him? When did you ever have time to wrench your hand into his chest, break past his ribcage and grab a fistfull of his heart just to steal it out and shake it in front of him like some cruel game of fetch?
âGoddamnit,â he huffed, eyes narrowed at his lighter that sparked fruitlessly. One last click, though, and a flame bloomed in his hand.Â
âI swear itâs not! The guyâs an asshole. You know my grade is actually dropping in that class?â You slammed your locker closed, armfuls of textbooks hugged to your chest. âItâs because of him. Pretty soon, Iâll have an A-minus. Do you know how long itâs been since I've had an A-minus in a class?â
âNot as long as you havenât had a D.âÂ
You blanched, whole body flinching like you took a punch to the gut. âI-... you-... that was totally uncalled for.â Your friend snickered.Â
Billy, meanwhile, had grown infinitely more interested in the conversation, so much so that he had almost coughed out the smoke in his lungs. His eyebrows raised as he watched a flush rise to your cheeks.Â
âYouâre disgusting, you know that?â You pointed at her disapprovingly, but she only laughed more boisterously.Â
âOh, come on! Am I wrong?â
âWho cares about myâŠâ you gestured at yourself wordlessly, floundering, âe-experience level? You really think that asshole is gonna solve that?â
âEasily.âÂ
You threw your arms in the air hopelessly at your friendâs deadpan, rolling your eyes. âNo! Not happening! The only possible outcome is a newfound exposure to STDs.â
âWorth it.â Her hands snapped up in surrender at your glare. âKidding. Just kidding.â
Slowly but steadily, the halls were clearing. Billy didnât bother trying to disguise his watchful gaze as he inhaled another cloud of smoke, pulling the cigarette from his lips to tap the ashes out in the water fountain behind him. He let out the fumes in one long stream as he leaned a hip against the metal edge of the fountain, settling his other hand into a front pocket on his blue jeans.Â
Billy waited, as he always did, like a predator ready to swoop in on his prey the second it was alone. Two blue eyes stay cemented on your form like a promise, a pledge of devotion. It was the yearning from afar that pained him the most, certainly because what excuse could he ever fabricate to explain himself? You hadnât called his nameâ-your gaze hadnât even accidently washed over him. Youâd done nothing to gain his attention. You had done nothing but be, and for that, Billy was undeniably, absolutely addicted.Â
He needed you.
Billy massaged two fingers at his temple, taking another drag with half-lidded eyes.Â
âYou better be.â You sighed, slamming your locker closed and clenching the straps of your backpack in your hands. âThe day I actually throw myself into the arms of that aggravating jerk is the day I toss all of my self-respect in the trash.â
Itâs me. It has to be.
Sheâs talking about-
âHeâs not that bad if you think about it. Even you yourself said-â
âI know what I said,â you floundered, shoving a finger against her lips. âButâyou know whatâif we both ignore that I ever said it, then maybe, just maybe, my feelings will fade away, and we can both look back at my confession one day and laugh.â You pull your hand away from her, posing your hands on your hips righteously. âLaugh while knowing that my feelings for him were ridiculous and dumb and stupid and childish, and that I was just acting like a regular teenager with a little, stupid crush on some dumb boy-â
âYouâre in love with Billy, arenât you?â your friend deadpanned.Â
Your face fell, and you pouted. âYeah, fine, youâre right, Iâve got it bad.âÂ
-Me.
The cigarette fell from his lips, landing on the floor soundlessly. Billy stood at attention, his hand falling out of his pocket as the other dropped from his head. Love. YN is-
Sheâs in love with me.
All color in his cheeks disappeared, just as all the air in his chest. He couldnât breathe, but in a good way, like the burn of surfacing from underwater for too longâlike he was seconds away from the first gasp of fresh, sweet oxygen, after suffocating for so long.
He wanted thisâfuck, he needed this. Who gave a damn if he deserved it or not, he was going to have you. You and the warmth of your hands; your smile and your laugh, all of your blushes and your tears.
All of it. Every single last ounce, he wanted it all.
He could fucking have it, too.Â
Sheâs in love with me.Â
Your friend grinned all too smugly. âYouâre finally admitting it out loud, huh? Look at you, growing up right before my eyes. How does it feel?â
âHow does what feel?â you grumbled, still curled in on yourself, cheeks dusted pink.
âYour first real love confession to a boy.â She dropped both of her hands on your shoulders as your brows furrowed.Â
âDoes it really count if heâs not even here?â
âNope,â she beamed, spinning you around in her grip. âGood thing he is!â
For a moment longer, you were still visibly confused at her words. The halls had long cleared, and the only sights and noises that now filled them were your wide eyes and quick gasp.Â
âBilly.â His name slipped from your lips like an accident, tumbling out without a second thought and landing in the allconsuming silence of the hallway with a dull thud.Â
He couldn't help it. God, he couldnât fucking help it.Â
The trembling that took hold of him, the shiver that began in the tips of his fingers and transferred up the length of his spineâhe hated it because he had to hate it, but deep down he loved it more than anything else.
Because you were just so fucking perfect.Â
Your eyes were glassy, like any second you were going to burst into tears. There was a small quiver of your lower lip, and, like a tidal wave, the overwhelming urge to feel that same quiver against his own lips, his skin, crashed into him.Â
He really, really couldnât help it. It was second nature.Â
A corner of his mouth lifted, and his eyes glinted with condescension. âIs that right?â he hummed, amused. âAre you in love with me, YN?â
The pounding in his chest, the pregnant pause as he waited, the subtle, dizzying fog that began to flood his mind, all of it he ignored. He had to hear it. Say it again.
But he couldnât help it, and the more your glistening eyes studied his face, tears threatening to overflow at the waterline, the more he could feel that sweet burn in his lungs turn painful once more.Â
And it hurt so much worse when you twisted out of your friendâs hold and bolted.Â
Your tennis shoes squeaked in protest against the vinyl composition tile, down the hallway and clear through the glass doors of Hawkins High, never turning back no matter how many times your friend called your name.Â
When the doors slammed shut, a gust of wind followed and ruffled the stray curl against Billyâs forehead. The smirk had long fallen from his face.Â
Your friend bit the inside of her cheek beside him, obviously searching for words of any kind to explain your reaction. âSheâs just-⊠well, you kind ofâŠâ She huffed, adjusting her backpack straps against her shoulders. âLook, sheâll be back on Monday. She wouldnât skip school, even out of embarrassment like that.â She threw him a sidelong glance. âThough, maybe next time you donât respond like that, right?â
Billyâs face hardened, and he pulled the pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. He slotted a smoke in the corner of his lips. âWho gives a shit?âÂ
Your friend pursed her lips, observing as he struggled once more with his lighter. He gripped it with white knuckles, and the butt of his cigarette was crushed between his teeth. âRight,â she nodded with a sigh. âSee you Monday.â Her footsteps trailed down the hall and away.
When the doors shut after her too, Billy spat out the smoke, hurling his lighter down the hallway with bared teeth. âFUCK!â
Monday. Fucking Monday?
Billy wrenched two hands in his hair, his nostrils flaring as he gnawed on his lips. It hurt, it all fucking hurt. Everything.Â
She left, she fucking left. She ran away from you, and you know why tooâitâs because youâre so weak. Why the hell would she ever want to be with someone like you? How could she ever be in love with-
Billy paused, his hands falling from his scalp, his shoulders rolling back. His head raised, slowly.Â
Fine, you could have until Monday. But on that day, he was getting some fucking answers.Â
The weekend didnât pass by quick enough, despite Billy not remembering most of it. He recalled the party he attended that Friday night, the keg and the shots and what must have been some girl trying her best to come onto him. He remembered shoving her off one minute with a snarl and thundering towards his car, and then the next he was waking up in his own bed. He remembered working out and drinking Saturday and Sunday away, and he remembered waking up Monday with a healing bruise on his cheek, his father none too impressed that heâd drunk all the beer in the house in the span of two days.Â
But who fucking cared, right?
Who gave a shit when his Camaro came squealing into the school parking lot, stopped parallel between three spots? Who gave a shit when he ambled Hawkins High halfway through the school day, his shirt unbuttoned down his chest, his cologne wafting after him everywhere he went?
And who gave a shit when he arrived in Mr. Morrisonâs class, early for the first time in the six months heâd been in it, and planted himself in his seat, his legs kicked up on his desk, his arms folded up behind his head, blue eyes carefully watching the doorway.Â
Because, yeah, youâd ran away from him. But youâve been doing that for so long now, dancing out of his reach each time he wanted you, twisting out of his grip each time he almost had you. This was the first time youâd ever escaped him knowingly.Â
Finally, he knew you loved him, and once more you got away.Â
Of course, your little game of cat and mouse had to end like thisâit had to end with him catching you.Â
And catch you he did.Â
God, you were so fucking beautiful, it actually made him ache. Your friend was shoving you in through the classroom door, two hands braced against your back despite you trying to wriggle away like a loose fish.Â
Your face was red, completely, utterly red, like youâd just come back from running a marathon. Your eyes were darting around frantically, from the desks to the ceiling, and he knew you were actually considering your chances of escaping through an air vent.Â
Sheâs in love with me.
He didnât care. Suddenly, at the sight of you, he just didnât fucking care anymore. He didnât care that you ran, about the turmoil youâd caused him, about the misery that had been his weekend away from you.Â
He couldnât care for anything less because the second your eyes landed on him in that classroom and you let out the softest little squeal, all he knew was you, you, you.
So fucking cute.
Billy kicked his feet off his desk, reaching forward and pulling out your chair before patting the seat backing suggestively. Like clockwork, his smirk reformed on his face, a small glimmer of patronizing amusement in his eyes.Â
âCome on, babe,â he simpered at you. âDonât be shy. Take a seat.â
Come back to me. I need you.
Your eyes widened, and you squirmed in her grip once more. âNope, I canât do this.â
âHush up and go.â One big shove from your friend and you were stumbling forward, scrambling to regain your balance.Â
Billy silently urged you closer, gesturing down at your seat with his hands the closer you shuffled toward him. As he did, he drank in the sight of you, flushed and skittish, stumbling toward him like a baby deer on new, unsteady legs. He noticed the darkened skin under your eyes, most likely matching his own, though he doubted you and him were sleepless for the same reasons.Â
When you ground to a halt in front of him, you gulped, your attention everywhere but on his face.Â
âHey, YN,â he practically purred, hands itching to reach out to you.Â
âHello, Billy,â you squeaked, dropping into your seat and gripping the bottom in an effort to slide the chair forward. Very quickly, though, you discovered Billyâs boot was already perched around the chairâs footing, and one hand had an iron grip on its back.Â
âGoing somewhere?â
âI guess not.â
Billy hummed. âI think you have something to say to me.â
âUmm nope, donât think so.â
âOh, come on, no need to be shy. I just wanna hear you say it,â he prompted, as his other hand glided up, curling a strand of your hair around his finger. âTell me how you feel about me, YN.â
âI think youâre a jerk,â you whispered, turning back slightly to fix him with a flimsy glare.Â
âBesides that. Tell me what you told me Friday, before you ran.â He tugged at the strand of hair, his brows raised expectantly.Â
âI didnât mean it-â
âDonât-â Billy gritted his teeth, his hand leaving your hair to grip your chin, turning you to face him. âDonât say that.â He watched as your eyes grew damp again, all soft and delicate and one small admonition away from bursting into tears.Â
You were so fragile, so small in his eyes. It often made him wonder why he ever thought he should be the one you should be with. How could he ever hold you in his arms without tarnishing you?
So badly, he thought he wanted to have you just to dirty you, take away that purity that seemed to hover over your head, but there were some days where he knew that all he wanted from you was to make him believe he could hold on to something so clean.
He wanted it. So, so bad, he wanted whatever you would offer him. He wanted to hear those words straight from your lips.Â
Your cheeks were so hot, he itched to cradle them in his palms and absorb some of that warmth. He wanted to wipe away all of the tentativeness with the pads of his fingers and leave behind the breathlessness, the pure affection that was its source.Â
âYou just want to laugh at me,â you whispered, your voice almost breaking. âYouâre just going to tease me about it like you do with everything else.â You swept a hand underneath your eyes. âYouâre so cruel, Billy.â
âStop-â he hissed and shook his head, gritting his teeth. âYou donât get to say that. Not after all Iâve ever wanted is for you to love me back, you donât get to fucking say that.â Billy seized your wrist, tugging you closer. âI know what I am. I know what I do.â
His pride was wilting away the more he spoke to you, the longer you didnât pull away from him, and his mind pounded in indignation. At what point did you turn him into a complete lovesick fool, and was it before or after you first smiled at him?
If your wide-eyed look was any indication of your shock at his feelings, he wondered just how baffled you would be once you discovered his willingness to bend over backwards at your every plea. You would never take advantage of him, and he knew that, but the tendrils of doubt still crawled up his spine at the thought of leaving himself so vulnerable for you.Â
 âBut you, YN?â He traced his eyes over your face, huffing softly. âIn all my life, Iâve never wanted something more.â
You stared at him, open mouthed. Your gaze was so surprised, so innocent that it actually frustrated him. How could you have not seen? How could you be so blind?
âSo donât you fucking say that itâs cruel of me, or selfish, or some other bullshit.â
You gasped when he tugged you closer by the wrist, his other hand encompassing your cheek.Â
âJust say it again.â
His eyes darted over your face, desperate.
âPlease.â
Your eyebrows twitched up at that, and your gaze grew tender, raking over his face slowly as if committing to memory. You paused at his lips, watching as they parted and pursed against one another.Â
Youâd worn him down. Youâd exhausted him, mentally and physically. Of all the months heâd waited for your confession like this, he never thought the last few moments would be the most excruciating of them all. What more did you want from him? Already, he could feel the swell of anger at his throat ready to be unleashed, to lash out at you until you were in steady tears again just so he knew exactly what you were feeling once more. Billy wantedâno, neededâsome part of you to be under his thumb, just so he could pretend, if even for a second, that your emotions for him were still in his range of sway.
Instead, his heart stuttered when the hand in his grip wormed away and pulled off the other that was at your cheek. You splayed his hand out on the surface of his desk, then you intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed. Your teeth worried at your bottom lip as you ducked your head.Â
âIâm in love with you, Billy.â
His eyelids fluttered shut, and he breathed a sigh of relief.Â
Finally. Fucking Finally.
You were his, completely.Â
He couldnât help it. He really couldnât.
His hand found your chin, and he tipped your head up, gaining your attention.
âI fucking knew it,â he simpered, entirely too smug. And when you tried to scramble away, panicked and scared, his hand found the back of your neck and tugged you close, his lips landing on yours.Â
In his hold, you grew lax, only your hand tensing around his. Your lips didnât move against his, seemingly too tentative and inexperienced to truly indulge yourself.
Billy grinned into the kiss, far more pleased than anyone should be at the knowledge that he could leave marks on you in so many more ways than one. When he pulled away, he quickly cupped your face with a hand, thumbing at your lips in search of the remainder of his own warmth.Â
âLibrary, after school?â he muttered, his mouth still curved.
âOnly if you donât have a date afterwards,â you grumbled. You could sass him all you wanted, and Billy couldnât care less. He could hear your breathlessness and feel the heat in your cheeks, and pride flared in him knowingly.Â
âWell, I might-â
âAre you guys done yet? âCause that was kinda gross.â Your friend dropped into the seat beside you, her nose wrinkled. You straightened up, unraveling yourself from Billyâs hold and nodding your head.
âYep, yeah, definitely all done. Totally.âÂ
And just like that, you were gone. Billy bristled at your instantaneous lack of touch and threw a snarl at your friend, who only shrugged.Â
Then she held out a hand, brows raised expectantly.Â
âYou owe me.â
Billy rolled his eyes, fishing his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans and rifling through it, passing her a ten dollar bill.Â
âKeep the change.â
âWith pleasure.â
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okay jeff garlin just opened up about bipolar disorder and got kicked off his show for......harrassment??'
in the dream.....well it was a LONG dream. But we were on a school bus/big van on a school trip to the philharmonics and our bus crashed cause some kid flipped the emergency thing. Anyway, we were crashed and jeff garlin was......nearby? i guess he just stumbled upon the bus and he likes kids so he thought there would be kids but really everyone was my age
Anyway he came on and did comedy and told jokes but ended up sitting with me for the majority of the ride and i was wearing a white frilly short dress with crinoline and everything. Looked like a first communion ballerina. But when he was about to leave and i asked him for a picture and the iphone was about to die so i was doing in quick but in the camera i was wearing my grey brallette and i didnt know?? so then after i took the pic i was like omg i look so hot, thats why he sat with me. Like he was a grown man looking at my boobs??
There were other themes of pedophilia. A young girl found a pair of panties on the ground and lied and said "these are mine, can u throw them out" because she didnt want one of the creepy bus attendants to keep it and jerk off to it. He was like "are you sure its yours?, cause if not i can take it for further inspection, let me hold it in my hands" and she was like NO, throw it OUT.
So much other shit bro. Including actual shit. Like at one point these fucking little girls but not that little lmao were playing a "game" where they wore all black, snuck around on the floor and wiped literal shit on our ankles and the bottom of our clothes. It was so fucking disgusting like....i cant even....i dont even. There were these sponges in the seat pockets so i was trying to wet mine with some random girls drink and wipe it off but instead of moving forward and attacking other parts of the bus they were just hitting me cause i kept removing it. Like sorry im not gonna keep shit on my pants it smells so bad GO AWAY but they were basically like, well its supposed to be a challenge, stop wiping it off.
So i moved forward in the bus to get away from them but also to warn my other friends. Btw lots of sixth grade characters. Hailey was there and apparently we both went on tour. It was chilly bc people were complaining about traveling and kins and i were like "bro we literally did this in a tiny sprinter in 102 degree heat count ur blessings"
We kept stopping at motels but not staying at them cause they were too small and gross. We ended up missing the philharmonic show, out teacher/chaperone was so done lol she was pissed. Everything kept going wrong. There were additional celebrity guests.
There were cute boys who we were all wrestling with in the rain and being cute with. It was giving school trip vibes but im popular and friends with all the cute boys.
I dont know what state we were in, but we were on the bus and time kept passing like it was almost 11pm and the sun was still HIGH in the sky. It was so eerie and weird. I was like we're not in alaska whats going on broooo.
Umm....trying to think of more. When we finally arrived at a place all the florida fam was there and it was a rich mansion, i lost my class and then one of the workers at this luxery villa directed me to my mom and suddenly i was just like....with family trying to explain the crazy time i'd had. There was a movie playing on a projector screen in front of this big pretty heated pool. We were planning to watch a movie but there was a dance group performance on the screen first.
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kissanime & foreplay
this is part of my netflix & chill collection !
summary;Â You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.
warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the endđł, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink
misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3
wc; 8.2k
notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isnât a 1kook fic unless thereâs smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!!Â
HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! đ„șđ
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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. Thereâs no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, youâre twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You donât have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. Thereâs a bathtubâsomething you havenât had the pleasure of using during collegeâand a fairly open living space. Thereâs so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.
The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.
And of course, Doyeon.
Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why sheâs going to be stuck living at her parentâs house for at least a couple more years.
Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasnât the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadnât been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, theyâd let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.
The reason it became an issue for her now is because itâs poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.
So now sheâs taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you donât mind accepting Doyeonâs weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.
Jungkookâs supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesnât ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You werenât in college anymore, so you didnât have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, itâs mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.
However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, heâs started coming over every Saturday night to make sure youâre still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and itâs currently week four.
He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, youâve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you donât really care. Itâs become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you donât mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didnât watch the documentary?
Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide whoâs picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises youâll pick the next one so youâve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.
Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.
It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory youâve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.
Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaintsâ well, no complaints towards Jungkookâs terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue âJungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.
Youâve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isnât badâ if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.
Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and youâd do anything to keep him to yourself.
After long deliberation, youâve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.
He sends you a text when heâs outside your building, and five minutes later thereâs a rap against your door.
âHi,â you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. Heâs got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But heâs also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.
You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadnât seen at his hip. âMailman gave me this,â he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. âSince when did you start buying sex toys?â he asks rather loudly in the hallway.
You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. âTheyâre not mine!â you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, itâs for you. Couldnât there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?
With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. âItâs okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.â
You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like youâre actually embarrassed to be caught buying toysâ youâre not. Youâre embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply canât put to use. âWhatever,â you sigh, âyour gross popcorn is in my bedroom and itâs probably stale.â
He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. âBring the box, gorgeous,â he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.
You groan loudly. âItâs not mine!â you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.
Not only do you have no idea whatâs in this package, but youâre frankly not too keen on finding out. Youâre more interested in Jungkookâs reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.
Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.
âWhat the hell is this?â he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.
You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. âKissAnime,â you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.
âBaby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,â he says. âAnd what even are these?â he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. âAnimated teacher porn?â
By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook⊠only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. âWhat? You wanna watch hentai now?â you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.
Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. âNo,â he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. âI am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,â he says rather matter-of-factly.
You snort, repeating, âa woman teacher,â mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. âSilence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.â Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.
Youâre beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesnât make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First itâs the quality of the frames, and then itâs the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode youâre considering breaking up with him.
âOh my god,â you groan, tearing yourself away from him. Heâs all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, youâd be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but youâre about two seconds from ripping his head off. âI mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,â you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. âYou gotta shut up.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes. âI have to shut up?â he asks in a scandalized tone. âYou sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.â
At this rate youâre getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkookâs existence.
âWho actually watches those anyway?â he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. âReally?â he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.
You snort. âYou are such a baby,â you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. âWhat? Canât handle seeing some anime titties?â
Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. âTheyâre just weird,â he admits. âAnd make unrealistic faces.â
âUnrealistic,â you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. Thereâs an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. âJust because you canât get those faces out of me doesnât mean theyâre unreal.â
The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. âFirst of all, I can get you like that,â he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. âIn fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so letâs not say anything too drastic now, okay?â
His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. âOh, you can make me all stupid like this?â
Jungkook scoffs. âYes.â
âUh huh,â you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. Thatâs fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. âWhy donât you prove it to me, Jungkookie?â you purr, before pulling away.
His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.
The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one heâs had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.
Honestly speaking, you donât doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact youâre rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.
âHm?â you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. âAre you scared Iâm right and youâre wrong?â
A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until youâre shivering against him. âOh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,â he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. Itâs too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.
With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. âHave a little faith in me,â he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.
Suddenly, heâs drawing back. âKook?â you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.
He flashes you a smile. âGo on,â he says, arms behind his head. âShow me how to get you like that.â
âBy myself?â you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.
The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkookâs way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.
The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. âMmh,â you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkookâs eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.
A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. âWanna take these off for me?â he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.
You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until youâre on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. âStay like this for me,â he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. Heâs got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, itâs only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. âThatâs my girl,â he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.
Thereâs this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him youâre reminded of every position heâs ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you donât grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriendâ now what?
A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.
His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesnât brush your hand off, doesnât shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.
You groan, head rolling from side to side. âDonât be so soft with me,â you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. âPush me around like that one time, you know I like it.â
Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. Heâs got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. âNeed me to be mean to you, baby?â he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. âWant me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?â You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. âBut isnât this better?â he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. âSlow... and so easy.â
âKook,â you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you canât, because heâs knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead youâre left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. âF-Faster,â you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.
The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. Youâre left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. âItâs enough,â you cry, your entire body shivering.
Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. Heâs got this glint on his eyes, like heâs thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.
As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.
The moment you see it, itâs like youâre transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know heâs going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know heâs going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkookâs teasing antics, heâs snatching up the box.
âThe Bullet Bestie,â he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, thereâs a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but youâre not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.
âBaby,â you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. âWe can look at it another time,â you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. âWhy donât you finish off here?â you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.
Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.
âNo,â you say slowly, sitting back up, âno, no,â you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. Youâre barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. Heâs fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. âKook, please just make me cum,â you gasp.
Thereâs a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. âLook at my girl,â he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. âWhereâs that smartmouth now?â
âJungkook,â you try to warn. But thereâs no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. âBaby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just pleaseââ
A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. âW-Wait,â you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. âNo-please.â
His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. âHey pretty girl, does it feel good?â he husks out, kissing just below your ear. âAw fuck,â he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, âcanât even see if youâre making that stupid face right now.â
You are, but you donât even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You donât doubt you look like those silly ads youâd laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.
It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. Itâs so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkookâs name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.
The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. âGood girl,â Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and youâre just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.
The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until heâs got those same hands cupping your breasts. âDid you like that?â he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. âMm,â Jungkook sighs, âmy pretty girl was so good for me, wasnât she?â
Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. âKook,â you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. âW-Wait,â you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.
âShhh,â he soothes, tweaking your nipples. âRelax for me, sweetheart,â he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You canât relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. âThatâs it,â he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.
Just as youâre beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkookâs caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. âBet you could come again now,â he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. âBet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isnât that right, sweet girl?â
You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. Thereâs a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.
âCome on,â he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattressâ Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.
When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. âCrybaby, crybaby,â he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. âLemme see those tears, baby,â he purrs.
He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. Itâs embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.
Jungkookâs body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before heâs suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.
âGod,â you groan, knocking your foot against his side. âJust fuck me already,â you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkookâs fat demon cock inside of you.
He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him canât touch. âCanât,â he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.
Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, heâd eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.
The most adventurous youâd ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.
âKook,â you whine childishly.
Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. âI canât, baby,â he says, almost pained. âI gotta clean you up first,â he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, heâs diving face first into your cunt.
But the biggest surprise doesnât come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. âNo, no,â you yelp immediately, âI-Iâll break you,â you cry, trying to escape from his hold.
From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkookâs face. Itâs a look that loudly says donât you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. âJungkook,â you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. âIâm, Iâm,â you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. âIâll break you,â you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. âI-Iâllââ
He pulls off with a pop. âFuck my face, baby,â he says, as if he hadnât heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. âYou got that?â
You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriendâs handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before heâs reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. Theyâre still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. âB-But what ifââ
âYou wonât,â he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, âcome on, pretty girl.â
The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.
For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. âFuck my face, sweetheart,â he whispers, âdrag that pretty cunt all over me until I canât breathe.â A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. âYou can do that, canât you?â
Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassingâlike I love youâthereâs a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkookâs nose.
âO-Oh,â you cry, and thatâs all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him heâs a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt youâll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like heâs nothing but a toy. âKook, Jungkook,â you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.
It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. Youâre not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt youâd ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).
But, this momentâŠ
The power was quickly going to your head. âFuck,â you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.
It doesnât help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. Itâs ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. âMmmf,â you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. âN-No,â you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. âThere, there,â you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.
Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you werenât so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.
It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until youâre coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess heâd claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adamâs apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.
âGood girl,â Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. Heâs looking up at you like youâre some mythical goddess and heâs but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You donât think youâve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkookâs mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.
He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. Heâs still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. âDâyou like it?â he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. âI saw it, yâknow,â he says suddenly.
âSaw what?â you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.
Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks heâs crazy, but youâre suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkookâs drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadnât done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, heâs kissing you softly. âThat stupid face,â he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. âThat weird, now realistic face,â he tacks on.
You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. âHey,â you call, âdon't you wanna cum too?â
He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. âNah,â he says, cuddles closer into you. âRest now, baby.â
You roll your eyes. âI can feel your dick against my thigh,â you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. âFuck me.â
He groans against your collarbone. âNo, youâre tired,â he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when heâs riled up. âSleep.â
With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. âFuck me, Jungkookie,â you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. âUse my body,â you suggest, âIâm yours anyway.â
His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. âDonât say that,â he sighs, âmakes me wanna do very mean things to you.â
You smile. âYou can do whatever you want to me, donât you know that?â Another groan, his head falling forward until heâs hiding in your neck. Still, thereâs movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. Thereâs a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when heâd managed to get you to sit on his face. âInside, Jungkookie,â you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. âGood boy.â
Despite your earlier belief that youâd never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. âNo,â he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. âI canât.â
You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. âThatâs it,â you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. âDo you like this pussy?â you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.
Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. âYes,â he pants, âs-so wet⊠creamy.â
âYeah?â you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. âItâs yours.â
âFfffuck,â Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. Heâs breathing harshly now, and itâs taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night heâd given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, itâs the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. âMine,â he growls, bucking his hips into you. âYouâre mine, baby, mine,â he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. Itâs painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.
He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. âFuck,â he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. âThat was evil.â
You laugh, pulling him closer. âAs evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?â you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know itâll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but itâs worth it.
âItâs called building the scene,â he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. âI was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot itâs name.â
âRude,â you snap, âitâs called KissAnime.â
âAnd fore-play,â he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.
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epilogueÂ
Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie sheâd gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesnât pay for that.Â
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college bf!eunwoo
a/n I LOVE HIM !! I WOULD LITERALLY RISK IT ALL FOR HIM !! also rip to the disappointing hookup experience I had that made an appearance in this headcanon...yes Iâm still angry about it.
â pairing: eunwoo x f!reader
â genre: smut, fluff, fwb to lovers
â tw: hookup culture, mentions of drinking and drug use, implied almost SA, this is a bit heavy compared to the other ones like please be a cautious a little when youâre reading this
â word count: 5.6k
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here we go ladies and gents
i had something completely different planned for this
and it was super angsty and dramatic
but i had a monumental experience last night so Iâm changing this up
and okay okay
i usually try to write all my stuff gender neutral but bc of the idea I have for some of this plot, itâs gonna be a female reader
im sorry to all my male identifying loves :(
and back to our regularly scheduled program
cha motherfuckin eunwoo
lee fuckin dongmin
he doesnât go by dongmin, he prefers to go by eunwoo, only his family calls him dongmin
as soon as he stepped foot into the university, everyone knew him
and I mean everyone
heâs so attractive
but donât get it twisted, eunwooâs the humblest, sweetest bean
he gets very embarrassed when people compliment him for his looks
applied for random roommates his first year and got paired up with swimmer!bin
he and bin become besties and end up rooming together their entire college career
major: music performance, specialty in piano
most people (besides those in the music department or astro) would have never thought eunwoo was a music major, especially since he was incredibly smart and athletic too???
usually gets mistaken for a STEM major
often helps the boys (especially rocky and sanha) with their studies
and oof when he tries out forâand makes it intoâthe basketball team
everyone ???? floored
eunwoo has game on the court...now with dating??? eh not so much
(at least not sober shh)
heâs tried dating before, at least in the first year or so
the basketball team kept trying to set him up with people
but it never got anywhere substantial and eunwoo always trusted astro to really give the vibe check and no one ever passed
and so he settled for hookup culture every now and then
his emotions are guarded :â(
yes heâs very easy to talk to and always so nice and well mannered
but heâs only himself with astro
now, where do you come into this???
youâre a cheerleader
you and eunwoo know each other by association
you cheer for his home games, youâve been in a couple of classes together, youâve seen each other at parties
but would you call yourselves friends?? not really
now you know itâs highly unlikely for you to have a lasting boyfriend in college, especially with your affiliation as a cheerleader, so you also opt for hookup culture
less messy feelings, less drama, less commitment, all that fun
so the first time your paths really intertwine with eunwoo is at a party
the basketball team won a big game and they were out celebrating yuh
and ofc since itâs his team, eunwoo popped out
he only really attends parties hosted by the basketball team bc he feels a bit obligated to go LOL but he always brings swimmer!bin for supportÂ
and itâs chill bc bin is also an athleteâyes itâs exclusive like that
but this time, bin couldnât go so itâs just eunwoo hanging with his team
and yes, you can guess it, you and him get partnered up to play beer pong together!
thatâs so cliche omg
but ah ha you hear your opponent, one of eunwooâs teammates say to one of your fellow cheerleaders: donât worry baby, Iâll carry you through this game
and you cringed a little ugh men
eunwoo turns to you like: ah sorry if we lose, itâs all luck with me. The guys usually pick to play me bc Iâll probably lose. Iâll drink the cups for you though if you want me to.
you get a little fired up, like aw why do they pick on him thatâs not fair
you: well Iâm not horrible at pong, so letâs try to crush em
he played pretty well ok! you both got balls back twice in a row right in the beginning
your team was on a roll
you and eunwoo won three games back to back
you were feeling a bit bloated and hazy from the beer that you and him had to drink, but you were still pretty self aware
and you and eunwoo were just chilling after playing the games, you two were on a pretty good wavelength and you wanted to continue it after joking around in between plays
alright now obviously you donât go into these parties just strictly looking for a hookup, you go to have fun and let loose
but if the person and situation arises??? you wouldnât necessarily turn it down, especially if that person was cha eunwoo
and yeah, eunwoo was entertaining the idea too, itâs been a while since he vibed with someone like he has with you
basically by the end of the night, you brought him back to your placeâyouâd rather eat shit than hook up at the basketball house, it was messy and musty and just nope
your place was closer than his
and ~yuh~
it was pretty damn good
he didnât stay the night, bc well this was a hookup, so after you both had your fill it was a casual alright see you around!
oh lord the fuss your cheerleading team gave you at the next practice asking how your hookup with eunwoo was
the news spread like wildfire
eunwoo didnât hook up very often so every time he did, it was like breaking news
which is honestly a bit fucked up, but seriously this is how college is
alright so your sex drive skyrocketed after fucking eunwooÂ
you hook up with another guy at one of the following parties
but it didnât compare to eunwoo rip so you were pretty disappointed
and you were sorta wondering like hm? should you hit him up? but decided against itÂ
and then! you saw him at the gym working out with literally all of astro
bin probably forced the other 4 to come with him and eunwoo sksksksk
and you were like shit why does he look so good
not gonna lie, just in case he was looking over, you tried to make your ass and tits pop out a bit more, you know squats and shit
unfortunately, it caught the attention of other guys at the gym and not eunwoo grrr
and you were literally just planning to stop being a coward and go up and talk to him, but a guy blocked your path
and he was lowkey being very creepy and way too close for your liking
but you werenât having it, hell no you ainât a damsel in distress
being a cheerleader taught you how to defend yourself against predatory men
so you were basically telling him to fuck off and leave you alone, but he was being really damn persistent about it
and just as the guy was about to put a hand on you, eunwoo steps in and heâs like: dude, sheâs clearly not interested, fuck off.
after a bit of a stare off, the guy leaves and wow youâre face to face with eunwoo again hehehe
his eyes switch from a glare to a soft worried look and heâs like, hey are you okay?
and youâre like a little giddy, maybe also a little bit turned on bc heâs still like fresh from a workout, his hair was brushed back revealing his forehead, his arm muscles were really defined right now, and just heâs so hot?Â
but you smile nonchalantly, you genuinely could have just slapped the shit out of the guy or kicked him right in the baby factory, but eunwoo stepping in was also a pleasant surprise, you werenât complaining
you: yeah. I could have handled it, but thanks for helping
and he just grins, your confidence?? attractive
the two of you just like look at each other for a couple seconds and youâre yelling at yourself in your head like donât cop out this is what you were waiting for !!
you: so...youâre here with your friends?
eunwoo: yeah, me and my roommate forced them to come work out with us haha. did you come by yourself?
you: yeah, I usually work out with my teammates, but I decided to come alone today
eunwoo nods and you see him like look at your neck and you immediately get a bit shy bc you knew there was a hickey there from your last (very disappointing) hookup: youâve been having fun recently?
your face flushes: the last one was embarrassing really, so honest to god no
eunwoo: why was it embarrassing? if...you donât mind me asking
you immediately facepalm: no, yeah I donât mind telling you...ugh, eunwoo I was literally catfished. this guy really talked mad game about his dick and then when I agreed to hook up, he asked me to suck him off and it literally only took him less than ten minutes. and after he came, he just pulled up his pants and said âdamn you give really good headâ like the fuck? he didnât even offer to return the favor or anything, and when I asked him âwait, are we gonna fuck?â he just said âmaybe next time.â maYbE neXt tiMe?? I was played so hard, you have no idea how pissed I was, eunwoo. and now I have to wait for his dumb fucking hickey to heal so that I can literally just repress that hookup even happened.
his jaw literally dropped: he didnât give you anything?
you shook your head, you were getting pissed againÂ
eunwoo couldnât believe his ears, he glances back at astro for a second and then he clears his throat: well...what are you doing after the gym?
you: nothing, just going home and taking a shower. My roommateâs not gonna be home tonight so Iâm probably gonna wallow in my sorrows about that hookup again
he laughs: well sounds like you have a fun night planned, but if you want some company?? Iâd be more than happy to come over and help you forget about the sad disrespect of that hookup.
who said eunwoo couldnât flirt ???
and he was thinking about hitting you up again too before but he didnât wanna seem like a fuckboy or anything
but seeing you defend yourself against the guy?? lowkey was a bit of turn on for him
obviously you agreed hello
eunwoo going up to astro: so uh...imma head out first...Iâll see you guys later. :)
sanha: hyung so scandalous *O*
you and eunwoo fuck again
and after this time, the two of you have a little bit of pillow talk
basically you tell him that fucking him ruined all other guys for you bc he was just that good
and eunwoo usually gets shy from compliments, but his ego with this one??? he felt a bit proud ohohoho
and heâs like: honestly, youâre the only person Iâve fucked in six months, but I gotta agree that our sexual chemistry is pretty good
so where do you two go from there?
friends with benefits baby, full on fuck buddies
you both talk and agree that you two werenât looking for relationships at the moment, but the sex was good
iâm gonna get into specifics later, but for now a little more plot
obviously, you and eunwoo talk a lot more now that you two were basically fucking each other at least once a week
the guys notice that heâs so much more?? carefree?? less stressed out?? ever since you and him started your little agreement
and theyâre already scheming by themselves, like eunwoo would not get into a situation like this unless he trusted you as a person
and at first it was really just, call each other over, have sex, stay for a little bit longer, then leave
neither of you ever stayed the night bc thatâs just an unspoken rule
until there was this one party, a group of people were in one of the rooms at the basketball house and they told you to come join them and ~do drugs~
donât dabble kids, Iâm serious
and you were chilling with eunwoo and bin for a bit until they called you over and you were like: wanna try too?
eunwoo and bin didnât do it obviously, but you were curious so you went and told them you would be back in a bit
eunwoo was worried about you, bin could see it from a mile away
he kept glancing back at the room and one by one people started to come out, but none of them were you
bin nudging eunwoo: go check up on her
eunwoo opens the door to see you being like pinned down on the bed and he turns livid
he pulls the guy off you and punches him right in the face like: what the fuck do you think youâre doing? what did you give her?
youâre noticeably out of it, sobriety? not there
the guy basically laced something in the drug he gave you, omg you were roofied??
bin comes in and he literally has to hold eunwoo back from beating the shit out of the other guy
the two take you back to their apartment and were making sure that you didnât die or something shit
literally cannot believe the first time you slept over at eunwooâs place was when you were drugged up
you wake up the next morning, nauseous, body weak, and confused
eunwoo also wakes up because of your movement: hey y/n, are you okay?
you: eunwoo...what...what happened last night??
he sits up and gives you a recount of the party and you just like hug your body tightly when he brings up the drugs and start crying
heâs a bit shocked when he sees your tears, but he just pulls you in for a hug to try and comfort you, obviously that must have been a bit traumatic
eunwoo: hey...itâs okay...Iâm just glad I checked up on you before something worse happened
you: Iâm such a fucking idiot...I canât believe I let myself get put in that situation again...no wonder people think Iâm a just a dumb whore.
~trauma~
you and him spill your deepest darkest most traumatizing secrets that morning and you just feel more connected to him
you: I honestly never really told anyone...thanks eunwoo, youâre a good friend.
he feels more protective of you after that??
you start hanging around with him and astro more
and the guys really like having you around !!
youâre very easy to get along with, you also joke and tease eunwoo with them, they love you !
you even become really friendly with the other guysâ partners
about half a year into your fuck buddy relationship with eunwoo
everyone: why arenât you dating y/n yet?
eunwoo: what do you mean?? weâre just friends...with benefits??
before you even know it, youâre spending literally all your time (when youâre not training or practicing or at class) with eunwoo and his friends
you sleep more at eunwooâs than you do at your own apartment
honestly you two are already acting like a couple
except for the fact that you only kiss each other when youâre fucking, or you donât hold hands in public, or you donât say the L word to each other obviously
but the cuddles? the jokes? the hanging out? if you two are seen together thereâs still a little form of physical touchââlike a hand on the waist, or resting his elbow on your shoulderââsomething that tells other people that you two are a bit exclusive to each other
and maybe itâs because both of your emotional capacities when it comes to relationships are akin to a pubescent thirteen year old, but you and eunwoo?? donât really realize that youâre both basically in love with each other
and itâs also the fact that catching feelings in a friends with benefits?? forbidden
but what if both people catch feelings?
you donât realize you like eunwoo until a year of fucking each other
damn a year?? yâall really suppressed those romantic feelings hard
you and him were hanging out, per usual, but in the piano rooms of the music building
eunwoo had to practice his repertoire for an upcoming performance and you were free so you decided to come along and keep him company
you knew he was a music major and that he played piano, but you never actually heard him play
you were just chilling by the window, scrolling through your phone, and then he just starts playing and your jaw?? literally dropped
it was so intricate and fluid and elegant, you looked over to the keys and his hands just moved so expertly over them
you were put in a trance, it was so beautiful??
and then you look up and his concentration? seriousness? he has honestly never looked more attractive to you than in that moment
and then eunwoo meets your eyes and he smiles a little: is it bad?
you: no, youâre amazing actually...
and your stomach does a triple somersault and your cheeks start heating up, like why is your heart going haywire???
you start spacing out and obviously he notices
eunwoo calls your name and pats the space next to him on the piano bench
eunwoo: what are you thinking of, hm?
you: n-nothing. keep playing, I wanna hear more
and so he does and your heart just wonât chill out, especially now that youâre literally sitting mere centimeters apart from him
heâs still playing and you just canât stop thinking about how much you want to kiss himâand not in a sexual way
and that honestly scared you, so you panicked and put your hand near his crotch
eunwoo jolts in surprise, but he doesnât say anything, he just chuckles and continues playing
do you have sex in the piano room to try and distract yourself from whatever you were feeling? yeah
you hide your feelings for a little bit, but the more time you spent with him, the stronger they got, and you honestly didnât know what to do
so you tried distancing yourself, you gave eunwoo the excuse that cheerleading competitions were coming upâwhich they were, so it wasnât a complete lieâand you needed to focus and have time to yourself
it was so weird for you not seeing him and astro all the time, you barely responded to his text messages or calls, and when you saw him around campus, you would immediately try to avoid him, and it hurt but you were ~scared~
eunwooâs a smart boy, he knew something was off with you
but after a week of trying to contact you, he didnât wanna seem annoying or a bother, so he tried not to
even though all he wanted was to see you or talk to you, like it was beyond sex at this point
he missed you, he thought he was going to go insane
he didnât realize his feelings for you until he saw you talking to a guy in the athletic building
he had basketball practice, and you just finished your cheerleading practice
you were talking to this one guy from your philosophy class, basically joking around and talking shit about your professor
and eunwoo saw you smile at something the guy said and he just felt jealous
his fists clenched, he hated seeing you smile and laugh with the guy like how you used to do with him
and it also didnât help that you and him havenât really talked in two or three weeks and he just missed you so much :(
he tried not to think about it during his practice, but it didnât work, he was off his game for this one, even his teammates and coach noticed it
he went back to his place after practice and called over the boys and basically vented his frustrations
jin: eunwoo. you like y/n
eunwoo: I know...fuck what do I do
bin: tell her, obviously
eunwoo: and risk our?? friendship??
myungjun: youâre a fucking idiot if you donât see that she likes you back
rocky: yeah...I mean why else do you think noona started distancing herself from you?
eunwoo: maybe Iâm just feeling like this because we havenât met up in a while and I saw her talking to that guy and I donât know? Iâm horny?
sanha: hyung...you sound indenial and jealous.
bin: you like her. weâre surprised you didnât realize this earlier.
anyway, the day of the competition comes, and the guys and their partners decide to pop out and support you
and seeing them actually made you feel so warm, you wave at them brightly and you meet eyes with eunwoo and you smile at him even though the butterflies are back and at full force
the group is so proud watching you and your team compete, their cheers are debatably the loudest and you literally have to stop yourself from laughing in the middle of your routine
your school places first yuh
and after talking with your team and discussing celebration plans, you go to the group
you were having such an adrenaline rush, you immediately run up to eunwoo in a crushing hug and you kiss him
eunwoo doesnât even hesitate to kiss you back
astro and them: ohohoho hey
you: Iâm so happy you all came! I canât believe we actually won!
you were going to celebrate with your team bc you knew they were throwing a party, but celebrating with eunwoo and astro/their partners seemed way more appealing to you
you all go out to dinner and drink a little bit casually and itâs all such good vibes
you missed hanging around with them all and it just felt so right
eunwoo rested his hand on your thigh the whole time throughout dinner, he missed you alright, and just seeing you so happy with all his friends? he was hooked
when the group parts ways, itâs just you and eunwoo heading back to his place bc bin is spending the night at his partnerâs apartment
and honestly the tension is so thick between you two
you barely make it past the door before youâre both latched onto each other, making out and all that steamy stuff
after you have sex, the two of you are having that post-sex cuddle in his bed and your heart is pounding so loud
you: hey...Iâm sorry if it was weird that I kissed you earlier at the venue, I donât really know what came over me, I was just so glad to see you guys
eunwoo: you donât have to apologize for that y/n...I missed you
you roll around so that your back is to him bc you do not have the strength to look at him in the eyes right now
eunwoo hugs your waist and pulls you in his chest, heâs spooning you and he has no plans on letting you go any time soon
you: uh...eunwoo, I-we-uh maybe we should stop this...thing from going any further
he literally freezes: ...did I do something wrong?
you: no! itâs...I...fuck I donât know how to say this...I know weâve been hooking up for a year but just recently I...think I have feelings for you...and itâs not fair for either of us to continue this if weâre not on the same page.
eunwoo: y/n, Iâ
youâre rambling now, youâre scared of what he has to say: and honestly youâve become someone I really donât wanna lose in my life. Youâre an amazing person and friend, and I donât wanna fuck that up by having feelings for you, especially since you probably donât feel the same. I just...canât have casual sex with you anymore...Iâm sorry, it would break me.
youâre like trying to get up and you tell him that youâre going to go to the party your teamâs hosting but he just tightens his grip
eunwoo: donât go...please
you: eunwoo, I canât stay hereâ
eunwoo: you donât even know what I feel, y/n...why are you so sure that I donât feel the same way as you?? because I do...honest to god, y/n, I like you so fucking much. the month that you didnât talk to me was like hell and I donât ever wanna experience that again. I missed you so much I thought I was going crazy...please donât go.
you roll around and face him again
you: y-you like me? youâre not just saying that because you want to keep having sex?
eunwoo: Iâm not just saying that because of the sex...I promise
you: so...what does that make us now?
eunwoo: well would you do me the honors and be my girlfriend?
god finally you two are dating
you realize that not much really changes after the two of you make it official
the pda does increase though, you actually hold hands and kiss each other in public now
and you two are more cutesy with each other
yes astro pretends to gag whenever they see you act all coupley
petnames!! you call each other baby, sometimes you call him minnie!! as in dongminnie !! im screaming!!
a poster couple, the basketball player and the cheerleader
literally when youâre both wearing your uniforms and you kiss each other, itâs like one of those teen movies
lots of forehead kisses especially right before bed
eunwooâs a clingy cuddly boy, especially now that you two are together
lots of study dates?? he is a scholar after all
youâre each otherâs biggest supporters !! you always go to all of his recitals and basketball games, he always goes to your competitions
heâs very soft okay, will never stop showing you off or telling you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you
the first I love you came shortly in the relationship, and thatâs because youâve known each other a year prior and the feelings were really just building up since then
you were in the piano room again and he was just playing for fun, but you always loved hearing him ~tickle those ivories~
he was playing a song and singing along and you swear you had heart eyes for him, his voice was so soft and gentle and just wow
youâre sitting next to him and you just hug his waist while heâs playing
eunwooâs smiling so wide and then heâs singing to youÂ
he doesnât even get to finish the song, because youâre grabbing his face and kissing himÂ
heâs laughing in between kisses and you canât help but laugh with him
grrr heâs so cute!
and then you two are just looking at each other
eunwoo: hm?Â
you: I love you, minnie
he doesnât miss a beat: I love you too, y/n
you and him have a lot of deep talks together, especially right before bed
itâs the time when he can just let out all the frustrations of the day and just be with you
he actually holds a lot of pressure and worries, but knowing that youâre by his side, comforts him a lot
the two of you have so many pictures together itâs so cute
eunwooâs a bit possessive alright, not in the toxic way, but will he tighten his grip on your waist if a guy seems to be getting a little too friendly with you? yeah
not gonna lie, you get possessive too, itâs hard especially if your boyfriend is cha eunwoo, heâs the fucking perfect package god dammit
you both tell each other that you donât have to worry about other people bc yâall are just both so whipped for each other
but itâs still cute when either of you are jealous
heâs actually pretty into couple items, but it has to be like minimalistic-style
like matching plain color hoodies or matching pajama sets
will not wear a âheâs mine, sheâs mineâ shirt or something
but itâs okay bc neither would you sksksk
will he wink at you if he makes a three pointer during his game? yeah.
literally loves when you wear his clothes or fuck, his jersey?? a turn on
and here we go !! Iâve been talking about sex so much but letâs get into it !!
in the beginning, like before you two started dating, when it was just your fuck buddy friendship, it was sexy
and not saying that itâs not sexy now that you two were in a relationship, but before it was just lust
eunwooâs a freak alright, you canât convince me otherwise
heâs a little kinky
definitely into food play, you two use whipped cream during foreplay a little too much...
100% into anal
you know how much he loves ass, has a very nice ass himself
and we already been knew, but yes heâs an ass guy
s p a n k i n g
eunwoo seeing you in your cheerleading skirt? immediate turn on
will literally fuck you while youâre wearing your skirt...just your skirt.
alright alright, you have a hand kink...was it awoken by watching eunwoo play piano all the time? yes
does eunwoo use that to his advantage? yes
the amount of times heâs fingered you??? vaginal and anal??? lord have mercy
very much into overstimulation, will keep fingering you until you squirt
and yes im bringing back my the choking kink
literally if his hands make any contact with your neck area, even when heâs just kissing, you will drench
but ugh you and eunwoo making out and you know how he like cups the back of the neck?? i know yâall have seen it from the true beauty kiss scenes, and then it gets heated and his grip just moves to the front and squeezes and when your mouth opens in a gasp, he shoves his tongue down your throat
thatâs so sexy
do you like choking on his cock? probably more than you should
does he make you deep throat until tears are literally streaming down your face? most definitely
he loves marking you?? itâs just a tell tale way to show everyone youâre his
heâs a bit feisty...will he manhandle you during sex?? yeah
eunwoo is a dom. I am 100% convinced that he is a dom, you wonât be domming him honey
daddy and babygirl kink...I said it...
okay heâs a bit of an exhibitionist...would probably be down to have sex anywhere as long as you donât get caught
piano room sex? locker room sex? library sex? movie theater sex? restaurant bathroom sex? yes youâve done it all
will he finger you while you guys are having a movie night with the guys? yeah
eunwooâs a tease, heâs a little shit, will tease you until youâre literally in tears begging for him to just do something
favorite position is doggy, itâs the view of the ass for him
although you two both do like experimenting different positions, especially if it has to do with âtraining your flexibilityâ
will pull your hair while heâs fucking you from behind, and will plug your asshole with his thumbâdonât knock it until you try it...itâs...a pretty good feeling
sometimes wakes you up by eating you out
very much a giver ugh king
the type to grip your thighs tighter when you try to push him away from overstimulation just to force another orgasm out of you
believe it or not, heâs a gasper/grunter/groaner
nothing is hotter than hearing eunwoo groan right when heâs about to cum oooof grrrr bark bark
okay but soft gentle sex with eunwoo is so passionate
all you feel is the love and sincerity, especially when heâs just looking in your eyes
the love making happens a lot more obviously when you start dating
heâs just so in love with you alright
gives the best and sweetest after care ugh
cleans you up, gives you massages especially if it was a rough session, cuddles you, draws you a bath, brings you water, everything
always makes sure to tell you he loves you after sex
i would risk it all for eunwoo like please ruin my life
anyway
ugh I just wanna put the idea of protective eunwoo during a party in your head
his hand is always on you. waist, thigh, shoulder, anywhere casually
you donât fight?? but you do argue
arguing is healthy, and you both would rather let it out and bicker with each other in the moment than let it bottle in and build up into something worse
but when you do have a disagreement, no matter how big or small, you two always make sure to never go to bed angry with each other
communication is very important for the both of you
youâre his better half :â) all the things eunwoo struggles with, you help him with it and vice versa
he figured out you were the one for him during one of your deep late night pillow talks
he was worried about what heâd do in the future after graduating, like he was genuinely having a crisis about it
but you just talked so calmly to him: baby, no matter where you end up after graduation or what you end up doing, youâre going to be fine. Youâre such a hard worker and I know that youâll succeed...no matter what, Iâll be here for you minnie. I believe in you, youâre future is going to be great.
and he just kisses you so sweetly: will you be in my future, baby?
youâre smiling and you just giggle at him: if you want me to be...Iâd love to be a part of it.
ugh yâall are so whipped for each other !!
astro always teasing you two, even when youâre all older
you and eunwoo are equally ticklish so basically yâall are fucked when they wanna mess with you
both of your families love you and him instantly
they push marriage immediately after you both graduate college
even astroâs like: we know you two are probably gonna tie the knot first...whenâs the wedding?
not gonna lie, you and eunwoo probably get married probably 2-3 years after college, pretty young age
sidenote: eunwoo 100% cries at your wedding, especially when he sees you walking down the isle in your dress
and he has huge baby fever so you bet yâall had kids fairly young too
the best dad !! ugh he loves kids !! ugh so domestic
im just gonna say, yâall have beautiful children
trusts bin and jinjin to babysit your kids the most...heâs scared of the rest of the boys watching over his children
anyway eunwoo literally deserves the world and I just?? love him so much?? happy ending yay hehe
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After seeing your marriage hcâs Iâd like to request hcâs of Hawks, Aizawa, Bakugo, and Shinsou reacting to their wifeâs water breaking prematurely and at random. Mainly like everyoneâs at a party and having a good time and suddenly someoneâs like âY/N, did you spill something?â Y/N:*doesnât have a drink on her so sheâs confused until she looks down and realizes what happened* OH-
đđđđ ok but all these guys' babies coming out whenever they foken want is a headcanon by itself, like we all know they'd be like their fathers coming and going whenever they feel like and that kills me akjdksjsj this ask made me laugh so hard but omg i felt the embarrassment when writing, send help Iâ
Hawks:
Ă your due date was approaching quickly and Hawks was so attentive it hurt
Ă you had to insist to go out with you friends because bird-brain was getting very worried/protective
Ă you finally came to an agreement: lowkey party at your house BUT you're not moving a finger
Ă like you could; Keigo would jump up and grab anything for you and for everyone else
Ă the good thing is that you ordered takeout and your friends brought goodies, much like Hawks himself so you just sat and talked with everyone while he looked at you with stars in his eyes
Ă everyone was talking about your future baby and just celebrating the new life about to come around and I swear, this man's feathers puffed proudly every single time
Ă you had such a great time, enjoying the laughter and good energy you were surrounded by when you got thirsty
Ă Keigo was in the kitchen, his feathers bringing some sweets for everyone in the living room so you got up [ struggled to ] and headed towards his direction
Ă Mirko was the one that pointed it out as she was assigned the duty to follow you around [ while she made fun of Keigo for being a mama hen but ok ]
Ă "Hey, [Y/N], did you drop something on you...?"
Ă you couldn't even see bc of your belly but you definitely heard a crash in the kitchen and some rushed steps
Ă as fast as humanly possible, your husband was by your side wide eyed
Ă "What happened?" he asked trying to be casual but his eyes roamed over you until they landed under your feet...
Ă "I didn't drop anything, I just wanted some waterâ"
Ă "You should have told me, birdie. Wait... Where did you get the water then?"
Ă "I didn't...?"
Ă everyone kinda stared confused until one of your friends started panicking because the heroes there were just confused???
Ă "Wait, you broke waters!"
Ă "oh, right" you mutter while honey colored eyes stare at you in shock
Ă how did you both forget about that? you talked about it some days ago, likeâ
Ă Panic! Hidden by a casual attitude
Ă meanwhile now you're embarrassed because what the hell, mini-bird?
Ă he orders his feathers to clean around but fails miserably while trying to grab clothes for your hospital stay
Ă your friends have to calm him down as they offered to help clean up and you're just embarrassed because c'mon, man
Ă i swear, this man does it in a rush anyway and asks everyone to keep calm [ đ ] while he takes his little angel to the hospital
Ă car ride? lmfao have fun flying, this is an eMeRgEnCy [ trust me, you're always safe with him, no doubt of that ]
Ă you try to open your mouth but he's just reassuring you; "You're doing amazing, angel."; "Just a little longer and we're there!"; meanwhile you haven't fucking changed your wet clothes and were getting annoyed
Ă bursts into the hospital like he owns it
Ă guess who's sent back home and told to come back when the contraptions get stronger? mhm.
Ă you almost smack him bc he literally gave you no time to talk once you're back at home
Ă he's a dumb bird but he's your dumb bird đ
Ă [ your friends stayed to clean up the dishes just to easen your burden so you find them there when you come back. they had a great time laughing at your husband before they left you with the promise they'll visit asap at the hospital ]
Ă honestly he's normally very calm and calculating but this time around the nervousness of being a father got to him, so please forgive him
Aizawa Shouta:
Ă the most chill of them all and that's very reassuring for someone who is pregnant
Ă you've promised him you'd take things easy and not force yourself to do much
Ă and even if you wanted to, honestly you couldn't
Ă but he's been such an amazing person to you, made you lunches, gave you back massages, did all the tough tasks around the house đ„ș so when he forgot his lunch at home, rare of him, you wanted to surprise him, completely forgetting the school had one of the best chef in the world;;;
Ă your body was screaming for some fresh air too so you decided to go towards U.A.
Ă it wasn't a long walk, really, since he had to be close to the school anyway
Ă so when you arrived at mid-day the first person to greet you was principal Nezu and trust me, he was so excited to see you after so long!
Ă he accompanied you to the teachers' room where they had all their desks already knowing he would be there shortly
Ă you greet All Might, which beamed to see you and started a small conversation
Ă the bell rang, indicated class finished and lunchbreak starter which made you excited to know you'll see your husband shortly
Ă and you knew he was approaching when a loud voice could be heard on the hallways
Ă the door opened, Shouta and Yamada walking in, the blond talking excitedly until it stopped
Ă "[Y/N], so good to see you!" He screamed
Ă Shouta's eyes snapped towards you in surprise and he walked to you in a faster pace than before
Ă he ignored everyone else as he scolded you "Didn't we agree you'd take it easy?"
Ă "Well, good to see you too" đđ€
Ă a quick banter takes over you two as you hugged Hizashi and handled your husband his lunch
Ă "You should sit down" Nezu suggested and you started to feel the ache of walking, so you moved towards one of the chairs with Aizawa's help
Ă "Seriously, you're more stubborn than my students" he'd mutter, nudging your shoulder slightly, all through a smile
Ă but before you could reach the chair you felt it, the water running from between your legs;;;
Ă you gripped his hand harshly and Hizashi screamed
Ă "What tHe HeLL diD I STEP ON?!???"
Ă the mf was following you two suggesting to eat lunch together and?????
Ă ok, so everyone freezes until Nezu clears his throat;;;
Ă "I'll call Chiyo, you two wait right here!" he escapes, All Might somehow on his toes
Ă you turn your head towards Aizawa horrified about to suggest cleaning the mess up before getting ready to leave when...
Ă "WAIT, I STEPPED ON BABY JUICE!?"
Ă Recovery Girl came around but was pleased to know both of you were prepared for this moment, although she did have to wake Hizashi up, since he fainted; Shouta, being the big boy he is, cleaned the floor without making a big deal out of it
Ă at the end of the day all you could do was smile before realizing what's about to come; your baby will be surrounded by amazing people and it's all that mattered
Bakugou Katsuki:
Ă this guy prepares in secret; don't question all the baby books you find sneaked around the house like it's not your damned home too but whatever;;;
Ă Bakugou is very protective over you, he also takes charge of everything, which makes you feel bad bc you seriously feel like you can't do anything anymore
Ă it happened at the Bakugou household [ your in laws excitedly invited you over the phone but also suggested that they could drop by if you weren't in conditions to go there ]
Ă you put your foot down and said you would, knowing it would freak your husband out and guess what? it did
Ă but you really wanted to go out, you felt extremely bored and babied at home and were in need of social interactions
Ă "I swear I married the most stubborn dumbass everâ" he'd mutter as he drove you both there
Ă dinner was amazing, as always, and Mitsuki was making it even better by telling you funny stories from Katsuki's childhood, earning scoffs from him
Ă the normal arguments started and you were gently escorted by Masaru to the living room, both ignoring the banter happening by the dining table
Ă he joked around with you when you felt a kick saying he can definitely tell who the kid will take from, as if your baby wanted to participate in the argument too
Ă anyway you stopped mid-track saying you wanted to go to the bathroom; you really felt like going all of a sudden
Ă when you started heading towards there [ Katsuki chiming in asking if you need help, wtf ], you knew
Ă i mean, everyone knew;; your water broke, but want to know what else broke too? hell. hell broke loose
Ă "What are you staring at?! Go help [Y/N]!"
Ă "I know, old hag!" He rushed to you as Mitsuki went to grab some cleaning supplies
Ă you're apologizing profusely but you're brushed off instantly
Ă "No big deal, [Y/N], everything will be okay" Masaru, bless him, was by your side as his son went to grab the bag he has prepared in secret from the car
Ă you ended up going all together to the hospital as contraptions increased
Ă Katsuki was on your side reciting word by word what's going to happen, remembering the parenting books by memory; it was making you roll your eyes at them because yes, you knew;
Ă "Did you fucking tell her to push?" Mitsuki screamed
Ă "Iâ! SHUT THE TELL UP!" he screamed back then turned to you, telling you to breathe to just freeze in place
Ă both shut up as you glared at them;
Ă it seems the new Bakugou member really wanted to take part of the argument for before đ
Hitoshi Shinsou:
Ă life was finally settling between you two
Ă his career, even if it was focused underground, was rocketing up, he was married to an amazing person and you were having a beautiful baby together? Shinsou was a happy man
Ă you both talked about how to deal when time comes and everything was settled, you even had a suitcase ready for the hospital stay
Ă he was so attentive đ„ș
Ă anyway your friends suggested to see you before the big day comes and you agreed it had to be now because as your due day approached, you wanted to be home
Ă so you went to a small restaurant near your house to meet Izuku, Uraraka and Denki, as the days before you met your families and other friends
Ă Ochako got you an insane amount of gifts, Izuku was reading about parenthood idk why đ and Denki was just patting Shinsou's back congratulating him again and again
Ă you had a great time to say at least
Ă you snorted at Denki when he touched your belly and got a kick in response
Ă "Just like his father, ready to put you in place" Uraraka smiled, patting the blond on the back whike Shinsou grabbed your hand with a smirk
Ă but you froze in place as you smiled back because you felt it
Ă and dripping water could be heard
Ă did you justâ?
Ă Shinsou caught on instantly on your discomfort and talked even before you could
Ă "What's wrong?" while you looked down, which his gaze followed
Ă Ok, this man is gonna stop functioning for a second, it is what it is
Ă meanwhile you're mortified because YOU'RE IN A RESTAURANT, YOU'RE REGULARS HERE AND YOU FUCKING BROKE WATERS HERE
Ă you got up in a rush yet he's faster
Ă everyone catches up and they all start to be frantic [ specially poor Denki ]
Ă the old lady that owns the restaurant comes by and has to be the one to calm the group while you apologize profusely
Ă she shushes you saying she's had four children, she understands completely
Ă Shinsou offers to help clean up, so do you, Izuku is startled in a corner being comforted by the brunette and Denki... he's fucking calling an ambulanceâ?????? Good thing your husband grabbed his phone before he started talking...
Ă but at the end you're both reassured everything is taken care of as long as you promise to bring the bundle of sunshine around the restaurant as soon as possible
Ă you're definitely not crying;;;
Ă anyway he just takes you home and helps you start taking note of the contraptions while getting everything ready to go
Ă honestly you were scared and so was he, but he stood by your side all the time whispering how amazing you're doing
Ă the restaurant owners greeted you like you were family afterwards so it's all water under the bridgeâ k I'll leave đ
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how to kiss your boyfriend [ when youâre short ] pt1
characters : koutaro bokuto, lev haiba, tetsuro kuroo
gender neutral reader
note : i wrote this bc iâm saltyđ 5â1 over heređ i might make more parts to this since itâs based off of the incorrect quote below anyways, i hope yâall enjoy this !! Iâll probably upload the next part soonâŁïž
y/n : my boyfriendâs to tall for me to kiss him on the lips. what should I do ?
hoshiumi : tackle him. [ koutaro bokuto ]
nishinoya : punch him in the stomach, then when he doubles over the pain, kiss him. [ lev haiba ]
saeko : dump him. [ kuroo tetsuro ]
hinata : kick him in the shins. [ kei tsukishima ]
tall bf : NO, to all of those. just ask me to lean down. [ atsumu miya ]
gif credit :
bokuto â @/houseofkarasuno
lev â @/volleygifs
kuroo â @/suckishima
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K. Bokuto
â tackle him in order to give him a smooch.
target spotted, you slowed your breathing in order to conceal yourself more as you carefully peeked out of your hiding spot. you take out your phone, making sure it was silent and sent a text to your fellow comrade.
Y/n: he doesnât see me, does he?
K. Akaashi: no, heâs busy telling us about the new puppy dog you guys got.
Y/n: cute right??-
âis what you almost sent before quickly remembering your mission and deleting it immediately, instead sending a follow up question.
Y/n: and he doesnât suspect anything?
K. Akaashi: nope, heâs clueless.
K. Akaashi: I suggest you make your move in a minute, I predict heâll get bored and start looking for you.
Y/n: đ
you take a deep breath, and shut your phone off. you crouched lowly, preparing your attack like a predator stalking its prey. keeping your eyes on bokuto, you mumbled to yourself.
âiâll do it this time, i wonât fail.â
all the times bokuto had to lean down to your height in order for one kiss had flooded through your head, quickly shaking the memories out, you focused one last time on your target. akaashi had been keeping him busy long enough, you had to make your move soon.
inching out of your spot, akaashi had glanced at your for a millisecond, not long enough for bokuto to notice but not too short that you wouldnât notice. you definitely noticed.
like a cheetah, you leaped from you spot running towards your boyfriend. once you were close enough akaashi spun bokuto around, just in time for you to tackle him and pin him to the ground.
âoof what- y/n? wha-â you quickly press your lips against his, effectively shutting him up. he made a noise of confusion, before gently grabbing your cheek and kissing back.
âi did it!â you cheered after pulling away, bokuto celebrated as well despite not knowing what you.. exactly did. you turn to him.
âkou i did it!â you beamed at him.
âyeah you did! thatâs my baby!â he exclaimed, twirling you around before landing another kiss on your cheek.
âdoes he even know what heâs celebrating?â konoha nudges akaashi lightly, the calm setter just sighed before shaking his head.
âprobably not.â
L. Haiba
â punch him in the stomach, while he doubles over the pain take the opportunity to give him a smooch.
the sounds of shoes squeaking filled your ears as you entered the boys gym. it had been a common habit now, after class youâd always head straight to the Nekoma Boyâs gym. sometimes to just sit and watch, sometimes to help out with their practice and sometimes to bring in snacks. the team appreciated your presence and always made a point to make you feel welcomed as if they were like your second family.
although this was sweet, you wouldnât have ended up there in the first place without your boyfriend, Lev Haiba.
yes, you were dating the half-Russian half-Japanese first year. you owe him one for introducing you to the team, the least you couldâve done was offer him a light smooch.
âa kiss? of course, go ahead,â he smiles, closing his eyes awaiting for your soft lips to make contact.
but it never came, no matter how much you jumped and made a fool of yourself you just couldnât reach his cheek.
âwhat? canât reach me?â he taunted giving you a sly grin, you narrowed your eyes and grumbled.
âthatâs okay y/n! not everyone can reach my face, thereâs no shame in that!â oh but there is, as a member of the short-person committee, you were determined to offer him a smooch, no matter what.
as your lanky boyfriend went on suggesting other ways you could reach his cheek, you suddenly remember yakuâs advice.
âhonestly? just punch him in the gut, once he leans over from the impact, his faceâll be a low enough for you to reach,â he smiles proudly. you were a bit concerned on why yaku needed to reach levâs face but you shrugged it off.
with one swift motion, your hand came in contact with levâs core before reeling it back. lev groaned in pain, clutching his stomach as his face scrunched up.
âbabe what- what the hell?â you smiled brightly, yakuâs advice had worked! taking this opportunity, you leaned in and pressed your lips softly against his cheek, making lev hum in confusion.
âit worked!â you exclaimed, celebrating cutely. you turned to see yaku smiling with a proud look on his face, offering you a thumbs up.
âdid ya see that lev? i finally gave you a kiss without your help!â you cheered joyfully, as lev fell to the ground clutching his stomach in agony.
K. Tetsuro
â dump him, we donât need no tall guys in our lives.
âiâm breaking up with you,â you say in a monotone do voice along with a straight face. your boyfriend snickered as he rests his hands on your waist, toying with the hem of your shirt.
âthatâs cute,â is all he says before letting you go and walking away. surprised at his actions, you follow after him.
âtetsu! iâm serious,â you huff, annoyed both at the fact that he was too tall for you and at how he completely shrugged you off. you glare at him as he continues to remain unbothered.
âsure you are, babe,â he stops in his tracks to admire you. he internally laughed at how adorable you were, he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling to wide.
âdonât laugh at me.â
âiâm not,â liar, you roll your eyes before huffing and turning away from him. your lips press into a thin line as you walked in silence with kuroo.
âiâm serious, you know.â
âof course you are babe,â his lips quirk up, âthen again, I canât have that happening.â leaning in close, you feel your face heat up, yet you stood your ground. his narrow at your bravery.
âwhoâs am I going to fluster each and every day?â his smirk widens as you finally break eye contact and press your hands against your cheek, feeling the warmth.
â..you can do that to bokuto,â you pout, and turn around before he got another chance to embarrass you.
âbokuto doesnât have cute reactions like you do,â he continues and you bite your lip to keep a squeak from coming out, that would only fuel him even more.
âbokutoâs cute.â
âwatch it,â his voice dropping, sending shivers all throughout your body. your movements slowly come to a halt as your boyfriend intertwined his hand in yours.
âyou donât really wanna break up with me, do you?â his tone was different, still deep and a hint of teasing, but there was also the element of sincerity mixed in his baritone voice.
biting the inside of your cheek, you shake your head. a chuckle leave his lips before pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.
âthought so,â and with that, you whine out his name and smack him lightly on the shoulder. relief sets in your body as you hear him him in content, he rests his head on your shoulder.
âyouâre a jerk.â
âmhm.â
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hello stranger | reader x changbin |
a/n:Â I sincerely apologize for the pain caused with last chapter...so naturally, i had to go and write more pain muahaha. i also apologize for the wait on this one, for some reason i had a weirdly hard time getting this one out of my head, ahhh i think Iâm just lil sad about it all ending :( but! weâre almost out of the woods cuties!! thank you so very much reading as always!! <3 this is the second to last chapter and idk how to feel ahhhhÂ
Part 7Â
Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, female reader x han jisungÂ
Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, smut, angstÂ
Tags: (of this part)Â college au, rapper!changbin, rapper!jisung, establishedfwb!jisung, artist!reader, skz side characters, bestfriend!chan, bestfriend!felix, roommate!minho, explicit language, some kissinâ and that good, good makinâ out, soft nâ intimate body touchinggg, mentions of getting drunk in the past, mentions of a toxic familial relationship, gahhh lots of crying and emotions in this one but itâs bc weâre figuring things out :)Â
CW: dub-con-ish scene due to conflicting feelings but it gets stopped pretty quick
Word count: 7.6kÂ
ChaptersÂ
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART ?Â
Jisung shared his apartment with two equally messy boys. You had forgotten their names despite meeting them and seeing them around on more than one occasion. Lucky for you, they each had distinguishing features so you named them as such: tall one and younger one with white hair. Once upon a time the four of you had hung out and they werenât unbearable, just a bit cookie-cutter as you had called it. Both of them were in the same music school as Jisung and didnât have many other interests outside going to music shows and playing PC games while loudly shouting.Â
There was never food in that apartment but somehow there was always dirty dishes in the kitchen. Sure, it smelled a bit like dirty socks, but you never paid too much attention to that when you would clambering in the door with your lips locked with Jisungâs. It was strange walking in not doing so. Tall one and younger one with the white hair sat on the couch eating pizza with feet kicked up on their banged up coffee table. They didnât say anything as they watched you walk in, but merely rolled their eyes and pretended that you werenât there anymore.Â
âWe can go to my room.â Jisung raked his hand through his greasy brown strands, then kicked aside approximately ten pairs of sneakers. He held onto your hand tightly--so tightly that his knuckles turned white.Â
You nearly slipped on that rug that lined the wooden floors of their hallway. It wasnât the first time.Â
Just as the rest of the apartment was, Jisungâs room was strewn with all kinds of random articles such as dirty clothes, tangled up cords and old to-go containers. His bed was unmade; it was those navy sheets that likely hadnât been washed in several weeks. You could never really pinpoint what they smelled like, just that they smelled like him. You had spent nights there too, but they were nothing memorable. No groggy mornings with coffee or sunlight streaked onto his features for you to admire in the golden sheen. It had been running late to class and the dozens of times that you had left jewelry and hair-ties.Â
âWanna sit down?â Jisung patted the spot next to him, and you did so.Â
The two of you sat in silence, the atmosphere became thick with the tangible sense of disaster that hung around the both of you. It was catastrophic.
His trembling hand came reaching for yours, and you let him take it. He sniffled, and it triggered your eyes to fill with the same hot tears.Â
For the first time, you wondered, what am I doing here?Â
âYou want to lay down?â His puffy eyes asked you.Â
You nodded, crinkling those bedsheets that were probably full of dust.Â
In all your months of knowing him, you had never, never cuddled. This was the first time and you really werenât even tied together anymore.Â
His nose had turned pink, and he rubbed a bit of snot away with his wrist.Â
âThank you for coming here.â Jisung whispered. âBut--what are you doing here? I thought that you were with Changbin now?âÂ
I am. You thought briefly. Am I?Â
âI just...so confused right now. I donât know...thereâs just...I donât know...âÂ
A tear fell down Jisungâs cheek, and you couldnât fathom why he would be the one crying when it shouldâve been you. You wiped it away. You had never thought of it before, but seeing him cry brought a sting to your chest.Â
Jisung leaned forward, and the bed creaked lightly, then he kissed you. It wasnât really a passionate one, but one that he had used to say more than he could himself. His lips tasted salty running over yours, and your brain froze deciding what to do. Jisung never changed: as broken as it felt, he was still starving, needy, and rough. You tried to find meaning in it, or if it made you feel.Â
It didnât.Â
Jisung held your face in his hands, and with a hesitant sigh, he said, âI really, really wanted to do that for so long.âÂ
As desperate he had seemed for you, you couldnât find the same desire if you had tried. Maybe, you had to find it?Â
âKiss me again.â You hushed.Â
He licked his lips with a gaze softening. âOkay.âÂ
This time he swung his legs around your hips and straddled you with the kind of pressure that you had craved, once upon a time. He bent down to press even more of his heated desire on your skin. He was a good kisser, and you remembered once again how you really had wanted to have him kiss you like this, once upon a time. His tongue slicked against your bottom lip and you gave him the permission, testing it out just to see.Â
You had thought back then that he was unreal.Â
Jisung rutted his hips down into your waist, and you had already felt how he had hardened in his sweatpants.Â
You knew how it would go...or how it used to.
âBaby, I want you so bad. You have no idea. I-I donât think that I want anyone else besides you--â He broke to meet your eyes. Your world blurred, and sobbed out from under his gaze.Â
What am I doing here?Â
âBaby, whatâs wrong?â Worry flooded over his face.Â
âI-I canât do this, I shouldnât do this, fuck--what the fuck am I doing?âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âPlease just...get off of me. Please...âÂ
He did so, but still looked just as shocked. âDid I do something wrong?âÂ
He too started to tear up again. At last you could finally name what it was that tugged at his soft brown eyes. Fear.Â
âCan you please tell me what I did wrong? Y/n, I donât understand, youâre confusing me so much--âÂ
â--This isnât right Jisung!â You nearly yelled with broken sobs. âWe arenât right.âÂ
Jisungâs face fell, crestfallen. âN-no--âÂ
â--We destroy each other!! Donât you see?? Never have we ever been happy together, weâre just...coping! That isnât love!!âÂ
âThen why the hell am I in love with you??â Jisung spat out the words, and then it was immediately evident that he had regretted saying them.Â
A deadly silence fell over the room, and all that was left was the both of your weak sniffles.Â
âWhat did you just say?âÂ
Jisung grabbed one the pillows then threw it down on the floor with a poof.Â
âFuck!!!â He literally shouted. His face had turned red, and snot dripped down to his lip. âI have fucking feelings for you okay?? Is that enough for you?âÂ
âJi...yo-you canât--âÂ
âI canât what?! Is it a fucking crime? Listen, Iâm scared out of my fucking mind saying this to you, alright? I donât know why the hell I am but--âÂ
â--We-we canât, Jisung..âÂ
âCanât what?!â He threw his hands up into he air in his exasperation. âStop fucking confusing me!!âÂ
âWe destroy eachother.âÂ
Jisung grabbed another pillow to pummel to the ground, but then stopped himself, digging his fingers into the fabric until his nailbeds turned white.Â
âWe hurt eachother too much. An-and...I donât think that itâs really our fault either. Itâs just...who we are. I canât give you what you want and you canât give me what I want.âÂ
Jisung sobbed out horribly, then buried his face in his hands.Â
âBut I fell in love with you...?â His voice was terribly cracked.Â
You watched as tears dropped into your lap and made little wet dots on your jeans. âI fell in love with Changbin...âÂ
His eyes were puffy and bloodshot, but still glistened, like the way that oil would slick in rainbows with the snow.Â
âThen what are you doing here?â He asked one more time, but now he had appeared to be utterly broken.Â
You rose from the bed, looking down at him and drying your face. âI...think I know why.âÂ
âAnd?âÂ
Outside of Jisungâs window, the view was similar to your own: city lights in an array of colors; each of them like stars on the ocean. On the wall adjacent from his bed, you noticed there was a crack. You had never realized that it was there before.Â
âIâm admitting something that I shouldâve a long time ago.âÂ
â âââââââââââââââ â
You had likely forgotten to close a window in your apartment somewhere because the winter cold had pervaded the whole space. It took you about ten minutes to realize that it was in your bathroom from when you had taken a shower earlier to air let out the steam.Â
The second thing that you noticed was the crumpled up blanket resting on the couch from before. For some odd reason, you felt the strong desire to wrap it all around yourself like you could capture some essence of him in it. Sure enough it did smell like that scent of his that you had grown so used to. You let the blanket trail behind you has you made your way to your room to pull on one of his shirts over your head.Â
âWho told you that you could look so cute in that?â He had said one time.Â
[23:16] Bin
me: can i call you?Â
[00:18] BinÂ
me: if youâre asleep, can I call you in the morning? if thatâs okay? i said things that I didnât mean...i just didnât know it then.Â
iâm so sorryÂ
how i treated you...you didnât deserve thatÂ
i understand if youâre mad at me. you have every right.Â
iâm sorry that i couldnât see that things that you were trying to show me.Â
i see them now.Â
You had thought that now the snow had finally faded into the edge of the winter that near itâs conclusion. Early March, and you wanting nothing more for spring buds to peep from the snow capped floral beds on street corners and for the white hugging the trees to dissapear forever. The winter had felt as if it had lasted for a year--even though this year you had seen less snow than other years.Â
There had been a time when you firmly believed that once the snow melted, it would get better. Snow was a bitter memory, and it was curse that had to happen each and every year.Â
The night that you had met Changbin, it had been cold. Cold like the winter that you had tried to hide from. You hadnât thought of it until now, but he was much like the way that snowflakes melted on your skin. It reminded you of the icy coldness of the world for fleeting moments, then faded just as quickly as it arrived. The little wet mark of him warmed on your skin.Â
Outside of the miniscule window to your living room, snowflakes got caught up in the edges of the frame, and sprinkled the surface of the glass in their variety of gorgeous fractals and unique shapes. A full moon was painted into the sky with a brightness that couldâve paralleled the sun on this clear night swimming in deep azure.Â
You hugged the fabric of one of his shirts even closer to your frame, pretending for a moment that it was him that had been hugging you and not the cotton.Â
âIâm so sorry.â You cried out weakly to the empty room.Â
Your phone screen flashed with the time: [00:42]. You wondered, maybe he really had given up like he said that he wouldâve. Maybe he walked home in the shivering cold, hands shoved into his pockets and decided that he was done waiting; that you werenât worth his time and the effort. Maybe he walked in his front door, closed it behind himself, and said the words, This is it. No more. Maybe he walked into his room and cried. Maybe he didnât. You couldnât decide if you had wanted him to cry for you or not. Both hurt.Â
[01:13.]Â Â
Your eyes dragged with sleep, but your mind moved faster than the pace of your dry eyelids. Dust had settled on the white sheet that you had drawn over the painting in your room. On the underside of the sheet, globs of acrylic had dried and turned into multicolored flecks: a bit like the sheet was a piece of art and and of itself. It was nearly finished, and only had about one more quadrant left that was void of color.Â
Your wooden pallet had been resting by the window, so it was cold to the touch--as were the little aluminum bottles of paint resting beside it. You used your shirtsleeve to dry away one tear that had battled its way to your lid, then sat back on your desk chair, facing the easel head on.Â
Black first. Then deep blue, then bright yellow, burnt orange and gold.Â
Hairs brushed over the canvas, and swept in wide strokes back and forth. With an empty mind, you smeared over the dark colors that faded to the edge of the canvas into the glowing light of the edge of the alleyway painted here. His figure was prominent, even though you couldnât see his face. He wore black clothes that were simple. Frankly, you didnât really remember what he had worn that night, but it didnât matter much. Neon blue and red restaurant signs met on as reflection on his dark black hair.Â
It was as if your chest and hand had been weighted down even further, but you fought through it to raise them. While you let the tears fall at first, they dried after long and made the skin of your cheeks tout. The room was silent, and so it was outside with the drifting snow. Soon, the painting would be finished, and you could sleep. You couldnât sleep until then.Â
if your art didnât mean anything, what even was it?Â
The pink lights lining your room provided the only light to the room, however not much else was needed than that.Â
You bit your lip, now mixing yellow with red.Â
If you couldnât tell him. You hoped with every fiber that this would.Â
[04:51] BinÂ
me:Â if youâre up to it, can we talk? or, i can call you?Â
goodnight Â
wait its morningÂ
good morning then.Â
â âââââââââââââââ â
Chan was good at keeping his promises. There was not one time in your whole time in knowing him that he hadnât kept a promise, no matter how absurd it mightâve been. He had promised you to buy you ice cream on the first day of snow, and he had promised to share his lyrics with you, no matter how much they would make him cringe. He promised that if you ever needed someone to watch your guilty pleasure reality shows with, he would be over as soon as he could. Next to Felix, you had figured a long time ago that if there were ever people in your life that you were destined to meet, he was one of them. Admittedly, there had been a time when you had harbored a crush on him, but as usual, you had been best at getting in your own way before anything couldâve happened. This, and you loved him as a friend too much.Â
Too many jell-o shots were both of your enemies. Halfway into the driest seven minutes in heaven of your life, and halfway into your confession to him, he had passed out right in your arms. You were lucky that he had forgotten the event entirely. Or, he was keeping his promise that you had hurriedly made asking him to forget that it ever happened when you and Felix carted him out of there.Â
While he was good at keeping promises, you more so wished that he had forgotten that one.Â
Chan had promised that he would personally use his ID card to get into the soundproof booth in the music department to scream.Â
You hadnât ever taken him up on the offer until today.Â
It was nearly midnight and unopened text messages still sat in in empty bubbles on your phone screen.Â
Even though you had consistently texted âgood morningâ and âgoodnightâ for three days straight, the action of sending them didnât make you feel any better.Â
Chan didnât ask any questions, but merely let you through the halls which echoed from your squeaking wet shoes. The green light of emergency signs appeared to be the only guiding lights, but Chan knew the way well.Â
âCareful. The floor is slippery. They mop after everyone leaves.â He hushed in the silent hallway.Â
Your fingers and lips cracked from the cold and felt tingly warming up in the dry heat of the building. The two of you turned two more corners, then Chan carefully wrapped his veiny and red hand over the handle to the door marked with âStudio Five.â He tapped his key to the reader, and it beeped with flashing green and orange lights.Â
âHere. This is the entrance to the booth. Iâll enter from that door to get to the other side of the glass. You donât...want me to go in with you?âÂ
âWant me to wreck your ears?â You have him a feeble smile.Â
He mustered his own kind of strength that he had been keeping up just for you. âHm. Youâre right.â Your friend clicked on the light, and it burned your eyes at first compared to the black hall. âTake...all the time that you need, Iâll just be over there. If you wanna...talk about things, Iâm here for that too.âÂ
The booth was an ugly shade of lime green, and you wondered how anyone could ever be creative in a place such as this. On the other side of the tinted glass, you watched as Chan flicked on the light, then made his way to push the button to the little intercom system. His voice buzzed with a tinny sound.Â
âNo one can hear you, so....go nuts.âÂ
The walls were too padded with black foam insulation, and for a moment you considered how strange it was, that you, had entered that place to scream--not make music like the room had been used to. Even though the walls were lime green. It still brought a sense of sadness to your chest.Â
The room spun lightly behind your eyes, and you panted out frantically.Â
What the hell am I doing in here?Â
[23:29] binÂ
me: I hope that you sleep well tonight. iâm thinking of you.Â
âIs everything okay in here?â Chanâs voice said over the speakers.Â
âW-what am I doing here?â You repeated the question, feeling panic rise up your throat.Â
âGetting your anger out?â He tiled his head. âI-I donât know why else because you didnât tell me. You angry at someone? Something?âÂ
âN-no? --I mean, yes...I-I donât know.â You said with uncertainty. Suddenly the foam walls of the room started to close in. âI need to get out of here.âÂ
âWoah! Woah! Y/n! Whatâs--â Chan chased you out of the room, back into the empty hallway with the squeaky floors and the green light.Â
âHey, letâs just...take a breather here for a sec.â Your friend reached out to smooth down your arms. âIf you wanna talk about it, I can help maybe?âÂ
You tore from his gasp, then slumped against the wall to slide all the way down and sit on the cold linoleum floors with the heaters pumping steadily above your head.Â
âHeâs not...messaging me back, and I think that I royally fucked up this time. I think that I finally did it, I finally pushed him too far.âÂ
âWho? Changbin?â Chan crouched down to sit next to you. âIs that what this is about?âÂ
Shallow breaths filled up your lungs, âI think...I think I just lost everything that I couldâve had with him, and itâs all my fault...Iâm fucking angry at myself, Chan.âÂ
âA-are you sure?âÂ
âI basically told him that I didnât know if I wanted to be his girlfriend...after everything thatâs happened, everything that heâs done and how patient heâs been...but...there was Jisung an-and...I realize that I didnât mean it, I didnât mean any of it, I want to be with him so fucking badly and I was just too caught up to see it and--âÂ
â--Stop!â Chan barked. âStop and give yourself a second to breathe! Did you realize that youâre not doing that?Â
You hadnât. Nor had your noticed your shaking hands. However, Chan had seen them, and held them with his.Â
âYou said that you do want to be with him but you told him that you didnât?âÂ
Somewhere in the hallway, one of the emergency floodlights blinked with a harsh white light.Â
âYes.âÂ
âAnd did you tell him that you didnât mean it?âÂ
âI have but he hasnât gotten back to me? He would always get back to me, no matter what it was--it makes me worry--âÂ
Chan cupped your hands then brought them to his chest where he held them earnestly. âSome things are out of our control, Y/n. And, I hate to say it but, now, I think you need to come to accept the possibility that maybe...â His gaze softened. âIâm sorry. I wish I could say something more or better but Iâm not him and I canât know...âÂ
You scoffed, âIs that supposed to be comforting?âÂ
Chan tsked, as he often would do with a little sarcastic drag to his voice. âA long time ago I promised you that I would always be honest with you, and you know that I hold to my word.
He rubbed his thumb into your hands.Â
âDo you want me to say then to go running after him? Throw it all to the wind? Even if it doesnât end up going your way?âÂ
â...Maybe.â You swiped a tear from the corner of your right eye. âWould it be worth it?âÂ
âMaybe.â He sighed.Â
A silence filled the hall and the space between you two, and Chan kept holding your hand. It was a simple touch, but you hadnât realized that you had craved something as such.Â
âY/n? Can I say something?âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âEven if it isnât him that it ends up being, I think that you should know that you still deserve happiness in someone. Even after all that youâve been through, you still do. It sounds like to me...youâre finally realizing it.â He smiled with a bit of a wrinkle to his lips. âIâm proud of you.âÂ
You squeezed his hand. âThank you. Its...been a long time coming.â Your head hit the wall behind you with a slight thud. âIâve been painting recently. And...it means something to me. I feel like I found something, like Iâm seeing something for the first time in a long time and it makes me really... full. Like he does.âÂ
Your friend let go, then went to play with his shoe-laces.Â
âIf you donât mind me asking, what was the final straw?âÂ
âHe just...loved me different. Better than I ever could myself, and I think that it made me realize that in order for me to love him too, I had to make peace with myself, and just...â You breathed out a laugh, â...Chill the fuck out. But--I know that I canât let go of it forever. What happened, made me. I canât give that up, but that doesnât mean that I should wallow in it forever. I donât deserve that.âÂ
Chan leaned to give you a light slap to the arm. âLook at you.âÂ
âI...saw Jisung too.âÂ
While anger laced his voice, Chan remained level headed. â...And?âÂ
âMe and him just dug ourselves into a deeper hole. Even he...he could do better. He needs a âChangbinâ too. You know? I canât be that for him. I never was even close. I feel sorry. I should probably see him one last time...âÂ
The image of Jisungâs disparaged face burned in your memory in the midst of it all. Somehow you had forgotten that he had gotten feelings tangled it up in it all, and you had just left. Through all that you had been through with him, you couldnât let it just go so easily.Â
âThereâs a lot of things that I need to make right.â You sighed out with finality. Next to you, your best friend did the same.Â
âWhatever happens, Felix and I will be here for you. Like always.âÂ
âMm. Thank you, Chan. Really. Thank you so much. The two of you are the best friends that I could ask for. I donât know how you put up with me...âÂ
âAhhh, donât mention it.â He shoved his shoulder into yours playfully. âYa know, if this goes south, we could just date.âÂ
âWhat?!â Your head whipped over to him so hard it hurt.Â
âAs I recall, about a year ago all it took were some jell-o shots...âÂ
You smacked him upside the head, causing him to burst out laughing in that empty hall.Â
âI told you to forget about that!!âÂ
âIâm just joking!! Jeez! Can you take a joke!?âÂ
You laughed with him, your goofy and kindhearted best friend. You realized it hadnât happened in quite some time.Â
âYeah Changbin is alright, but me and Felix are forever. Got it?â He teased, and you slumped your head on his shoulder.Â
âI know.âÂ
In your pants pocket, your phone vibrated and flashed with a white light.Â
[01:36] L. MinhoÂ
minho: i fucking hate that iâm in this positionÂ
butÂ
binâs in a bad way and iâm fairly certain that he hasnât told you about it allÂ
idiot.Â
anyway, his parents are being shitty assholes and i think that he really needs you right now, even if he isnât saying anything about it. actually i know that he does.Â
i also wanna ask you to kindly resolve whatever shit that you have going on before you walk in our door. out of kindness for both yourself and him.Â
sorry not sorry. i really do love the both of you and it hurts me to see it be like this.Â
i suggest that you come over as soon as you can.Â
Your heart beat its way into your throat with a million emotions, but out of them all, fear for Changbin ached the most.Â
 âChan, I have to go.âÂ
â âââââââââââââââ â
It was likely Minho who had buzzed you in.Â
Luckily, the night had somehow gotten warmer--at least warm enough to where you couldnât see your breath in front of your face any more. Unfortunately though, you had still worn the shoes that Changbin would scold you for wearing on snow-packed nights. Luckily, the snow had started melted too.Â
The door clicked when it unlocked, and you slid inside the glass entrance that was smudged with fingerprints and the wet from dogâs noses pressing on the surface.Â
For a reason unknown to you, you decided to take the stairs--even though he had lived on the seventh floor. Partially you had decided that you had done so because it meant that you had more time with your thoughts; more time to decide if you really had resolved all the shit that you needed to leave on the outside of his doorstop.Â
You thought back to the painting sitting finished in your room. It waited in all of itâs beauty for the sun to shine on it and the rest of the world to see it. For him to see it. It was for him that you had painted it in the first place. Every ounce of pain and confusion was lathered across the canvas, it was bare for anyone to see after you had kept it concealed for so long.Â
He would see it.Â
You took each step slow and carefully, and listened to the way that the sound bounced off of the walls and how the carpet matted on each stoop.
Chan had said, âEven after all that youâve been through, you still do.âÂ
Minho opened the door after three clicks wearing a bathrobe and slippers. For being so distressed like his message had said, he looked perfectly cozy. You remembered that Minho really was one to keep it all together when shit would get intense. Somehow he had the ability to write whole papers over the course of one day and had passed tests after studying for only four hours. You wished you could manage as well as he could.Â
âFuck. Itâs late.â He rubbed his eyes. âCome in. Take off your shoes please.âÂ
You did so, and rubbed your toes into their carpet. It was almost as if you were waiting further instructions, but you knew full well what you had to do.Â
Minho glared at you expectantly. âWell? Shits left outside?âÂ
âShits left outside.â You repeated with a nod.Â
âlâll let him explain. It isnât really my place. Just--listen to him okay? I think thatâs what he needs right now.âÂ
The apartment itself was a bit barren, the only things that were placed in the small space were the things that the inhabitants needed: a dining table, a leather couch, a TV set, a few beanbags and a kitchen kept clean by Minho. It was strange seeing a place so organized and...neat. It was as if this apartment was from an other side of the world compared to what you had grown used to previously. Changbinâs thick and dark black coat hung on one of the dining chairs, the same that he had worn the night that he had last seen you. You wondered if it had been sitting there these past few days.Â
âGo on.â Minho flapped his hands to usher you down the hallway to Changbinâs room. At the end of the hallway was the bathroom, and seeing it flooded your skin with the feeling of warm water and defrosting skin, lips on lips with heated desire; tracing fingertips that got caught with the translucent stream of water as they brushed down spines and hips. If you couldâve gone back to then and done it all over...you wondered if you wouldâve.Â
âKnock first.â Minho mouthed.Â
You did, breath hitching when it opened slightly, and you called out his name. âBin? Its me. Can I...can I come in?âÂ
His hesitant voice called back to you, âYes.âÂ
He was a crumble on his bed, black socks twisted up with his dark bedsheets and his hoodie riding up his back to expose a sliver of skin where he laid facing away from the door. His beautiful dark hair was knotted.Â
âB-Bin? A-are you okay?â You advanced forward carefully, reaching out to touch his arm. You had never seen this confident and headstrong man reduced to something so small, it broke your heart into shards to see him as such. You didnât know what to do with yourself: sit with him? Stand? Crawl in to bed next to him? Unspoken words filled the air, and he sniffed out loudly into it.Â
âThank you for messaging me still.â Was what he had said first. âI saw them a little bit ago. I was...too scared to open them at first...your messages. I was...ashamed to...âÂ
â--Bin,â You took two steps closer. âYou donât have to explain yourself.âÂ
He sniffed in with a clogged nose once more. âIâm sorry.âÂ
Two more steps. âNo, Iâm sorry. Iâm so, so sorry that I didnât listen to you, and took all of your patience with me for granted. I really donât deserve it. I tore you up, and that was awful of me. You somehow ended up being collateral damage to me figuring my shit out and I canât say Iâm sorry enough. I understand if you donât want to keep this going that we--âÂ
â--Can you get into bed with me?â He suddenly interjected. Changbin twisted his hand back as if he knew that yours was there in some superhuman way, and grabbed at it. âItâs...cold.âÂ
Your heart paused, uncertain if you had heard him correctly.Â
âPlease?â Changbin muttered. âTwo bodies is warmer than one.âÂ
Silently, you crossed the room and shimmied off your coat so it fell to the floor. It had been partially absentminded, but you had pulled on one of his shirts that day. It was light grey, and had nearly lost all semblance of his scent on it. You pulled the covers over both of you, peering just enough to see his puffed and red eyes and red wet nose. Seeing him like this, you had to fight every instinct to pull him into your arms, but rather keep a respectful distance.Â
From seeing the way that he dominated the stage to how he looked under the soft glow of your pink lights, to how he had looked as thin and as fragile as glass now, it had all finally made sense to you. As brash and forthcoming as he was, it wasnât all of who he was in the slightest. If anything, it was who he had pretended to be.Â
Tears fell over his pink lips. âI didnât tell you because...I was embarrassed. Fuck,â He laughed a little, âItâs so fucking pathetic. Iâm so pathetic for getting so messed up over this all. I-I shouldnât. That and...itâs not something that you should--â
â--Donât you dare say that I shouldnât worry about this Bin. How many times do you need me to say it?â You traced his dark hair over his ear. âWhat happened to being each otherâs problems?âÂ
He smiled with a weak grin, then wiped his eyes with his sleeve. âMinho didnât tell you?âÂ
You shook your head. âHe said that you should be the one to.âÂ
Changbin sighed out, then pulled the comforter up to his nose, adjusting himself to meet your eyes with his that were strained with pink.Â
âTheyâre disowning me. For real this time. They asked me to do a legal name change and everything...as if...theyâre cutting me out of the family line. Fuck, I mean, they basically are.âÂ
His chest shook with an inhale, and a thick and burning mucus felt as if it had clung to your throat. It was anger and rage, the kind that was so foreign to you, it even started you to feel such a thing.Â
âBin, Iâm so sorry. Theyâre...theyâre fucking less than human is what they are. Treating you their own son like this...like they think that they can reverse time so that you were never even born of them...â Under the sheets your knuckles clenched so hard it bit the skin of your palms. âI-Iâm sorry too...that you were going through this by yourself--âÂ
In one single motion he had spread out his arms to circle them around your upper body and pull it into hm.Â
There he was again. Rosemary and cedarwood.Â
You were in shock, but feeling the warmth from his body on yours made you shiver--it was the contact that you had craved so intensely now that you had it, it was so all encompassing that your brain scrambled feeling it.Â
âThank you for coming.â He whispered to the top of your head.Â
Your hands snaked around his body, and you held him back.Â
In that very moment, you had decided that you would spend the rest of your life holding him back if he would let you. If there was someone out there listening to your thoughts, you prayed that they would let you hold him.Â
Changbin patted to top of your head with a trembling hand.
âWhat the fuck do I do?âÂ
Your fingers tugged at the thick cotton of his hoodie.Â
âThey said that either I meet with them to sign away my name, or I pack up, and go back with them as if nothing happened. They said that they were willing to âforgiveâ everything that I had âdoneâ if I chose to come back home with them, so to school, and forget everything that Iâve ever written, performed...âÂ
âThey said that??âÂ
The young man remained silent, but instead nuzzled further into you.Â
âThey said that they could arrange for a meeting with their legal team to finalize it in as little as two days if I decide to do it. Those assholes expedited the whole process and called up their lawyers to make it happen as quick as possible...âÂ
âBin...â You cooed, and smoothed up and down his back. Being close to him like this you could nearly feel his own heart breaking in his chest against yours.Â
âDo I forget everything that I was to chase this...dream? Or do I go back, get their support, live a normal life...âÂ
â--Stop.â You gently pushed his hand away to look up at him. âThis, all of this is your life Changbin. Itâs what youâve worked hard for relentlessly and itâs what makes you happy, isnât it? Yeah, itâs harder to do, but youâve gotten so far, people love you! Youâve made a name for yourself, people want to hear your music--âÂ
â--Yeah, my names gotten itself out there a little too well for my parentâs opinions.âÂ
You wiped a tear cascading from one of his exhausted eyes. âThey should be proud of you, not trying to suppress you.â Â
âThey...donât want me to be Changbin any more. Do you know how that feels? Iâve lived my whole life being me and now they just want to take away the very last thing that I have that they didnât touch?â He stifled a sob.Â
âHey! Just because you change it on paper, doesnât mean we have to call you that!â You laughed out gently, âIf you want to get a driverâs license or something it might be important...but, youâre always going to be Changbin to me, and Minho and everyone else who knows you. A name is just a word. You make up who you really are.âÂ
Changbin laughed out, then returned his hand to pat at your head.Â
âWho told you to say that?âÂ
You chuckled back at the way that he had turned your words back on you. âNo one.âÂ
âIâm just me, but...â Under the covers, your legs intertwined. âI think that if we compare a life of missed oppurtunties to a life where you leave a couple things behind, its worth leaving.âÂ
Body heat swirled between the two of you, and it was as calming as a song. Changbin brought his hand down to caress the side of your cheek with as much gentleness one would with those fragile snowflakes.Â
Past his shoulder, your eye caught a small piece of paper that had been pasted to the wall above his desk: right in a space where he could see it if he had sat at his desktop. It was crinkled and held several creases and the lead that had been used to draw on it had smudged as if it had rubbed up against itself.Â
It was a picture of a bench, some Christmas lights, and the city skyline behind it.
Tears flooded your eyes, and then fell freely onto his his fingers where he held your face. They caught in the corners of your mouth, and heated up your eyes.Â
âWoah, hey, what is it?â Changbin rubbed away the wet and pulled you even closer to him.Â
âY-you kept it?â Your voice wavered.Â
âKept what?âÂ
You pointed a shaking finger to your drawing posted on the wall, and his eyes widened at first like he was embarrassed, then he slowly faded into something much softer.Â
He nearly whispered the words, âOf course.âÂ
âW-why?âÂ
âIt reminded me of you and that night. I think that I realized something then.âÂ
âWhatâs that?â He wiped your tears once more, stretching the skin of your face as he did so.Â
âI realized that, well...Iâm in over my head here.â He laughed out lightly. âDo you need me to say it again? I love you a fuck ton, alright? Getting over things, and healing from things...itâs not easy. You...donât have to apologize for the mess of things and what it did to you. Itâs not your fault.âÂ
You threw your head into the crook of his neck to sob openly. But I hurt you. I made you wait...I-I donât wait you to wait any longer.âÂ
âAnd I made you wait too. My stupid...my parents fucked me up too, and I couldnât get over the fact that this fucking mess that they made of me put a wedge between me and you. I didnât feel like you deserved...Iâm a mess too. A fucking nervous, cocky bastard at times and I donât know how to talk about it. Isnât that pathetic?âÂ
âWhat?? No--âÂ
âYou wanna call it even then?â He grinned out, and it was his sly little smile that you had found yourself thinking of after you had seen it for the first time those months ago.Â
âI--âÂ
âDamn. It does feel kinda good to talk about things.â He joked.Â
You cried out his name even harsher, then melted into his whole body. He was boundless in the way that he had understood you, and how he had looked you without condition or pause.Â
You donât have to be scared any more.Â
With your face muffled in the fabric of his shirt, you let the words fly of your tongue with reckless abandon, and it felt as if you had finally been rid of the crushing shroud fogging your mind, and chaining your heart.Â
âI-I want you to be...my Changbin. An-and I want to be--âÂ
â--Wait!â Changbin pulled you back by the shoulders with a new and wild smile on his face that only grew wider by the second. A type of excited panic flamed in his chocolate brown eyes. âWillyoubemygirlfriend???â He said at light speed.Â
You were confused as to why he had said it as such, but you nodded, finally feeling the sense of respite that you had searched so hard for. âY-yes?âÂ
Changbin startled you with his sudden crack of laughter, then squeezed you so tight that it became hard to breathe. Once he let go looser, he bowed in deep to press dozens of kisses on your mouth and around it. Most of them missed the mark, but that didnât matter to him. He only stopped for a couple moments to mutter the words, âI wanted to say it first.â You wouldâve laughed had he not been attacking you incessantly with more and more pecks that you struggled to keep up with.Â
âI-Iâm sorry again that I made you wait--âÂ
Changbin rolled his weight over to lean carefully over your body tangled up in the sheets, then kissed away at your lips with âdonât say thatâs â quietly. âThank you for trusting me.â He said quickly, then returned, pouring out oceans of admiration onto your lips until they felt a little raw. You kissed him back too, and you kissed him like you wanted to spend your whole life holding him back. His blissful little âohâsâ tickled at your lips, and you giggled at the way that they vibrated.Â
Once you had properly kissed nearly all of the air out of each otherâs lungs, you laid back, gasping, and each still a bit bewildered.Â
âThank you for trusting me too.â You turned your head to look at him where he lay with quickened breaths quaking his chest.Â
âWhen I go through with this name thing, can you...be there?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âThank you.â He said, barely loud enough for you to hear. His strong hands fell down his shirt which you wore; down to the small of your back where he snuck up the fabric. His fingers tickled at your tiny hairs there.Â
âI have one more loose end to tie myself. One more place that I need to make peace.âÂ
Changbin nodded. âMm. Weâll get through it together.âÂ
To your surprise, Changbin then took to pulling his sweater over his head, revealing his bare chest, then pulled off his pants from his legs a bit awkwardly under the covers.Â
âW-what are you doing?âÂ
He giggled, then pulled at the hem of your shirt for you to do the same.Â
âTrust me.â He whispered.Â
You held his eyes as you did, and your bare skin too met the crinkling edges of the sheets which were a bit colder than you had expected. Changbin watched as you did so with a prideful little grin.Â
âI-Iâm confused.â You hugged your arms over your cold torso.Â
âYouâre so gorgeous.â He merely muttered, uncrossing your arms for him to look at you fully, then pulled you by the under sides of your chin back to his lips. He pulled gently at your bottom lip with his teeth. âClothes were getting in the way.â He hushed, then set to unhooking your bra behind your back.Â
âGetting in the way of what?âÂ
âMe being as close to you as I possibly can.âÂ
While he had said the phrase calmly, it still sent heat rising straight to your cheeks.Â
âI want to hold my love like this for as long as sheâll let me. Can I?âÂ
Your two bodies met in the middle, flush, buzzing with a kind of giddy energy that only heightened the more curious that your hands got eating up each otherâs presence.Â
âAs long as youâll let me do the same.âÂ
You couldnât quite tell, but it had almost felt as if Changbin had scribbled little invisible messages into the skin of your back.Â
âIsnât it obvious?â He answered.Â
You took his wrist to kiss at the line of a scar that lived there. Naturally, Changbin blushed rosy from the action--then promptly pretended that he just hadnât.Â
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Bunch of (Ro)ses!Â
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Sweet Sugar
1 | Subterranean Homesick Alien
(gif itâs not mine! let me know if youâre the owner!)
pairing: tom holland x reader / tom holland x brazilian reader (sheâs from brazil here, but you can picture her being of any place that you want! Since the story wouldnât change bc of that)Â
warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing like âSkinsâ lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut, but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.
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Summary: Y/n has always been best friends with Harrison and Tom. Since childhood they've always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?
A conflict of feelings, the non-acceptance of falling in love and the fear of losing her best friend, all in the head of an 17-year-old teenager. And on top of that, still having to fear of not being accepted for college.
a/n:Â
This is a series i have in portuguese on my wattpad! Itâs kinda long and have 2 parts haha but i decided to translate to post here too :)Â
It was my first fanfic ever, so be aware lol
I never been to europe, so iâm sorry for any mistake about city features or how school works...
I just want to thank @petesrparkerâ : Gio youâre the best and thank you for always helping me and hype up this series since the beginning! Seriously, youâre the best, this story would be nothing without you đâ€
She even did a playlist for this! ikr? Sheâs amazing đ you can check out here if you want!Â
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It was 2 minutes to 7am and I was late for school. Running to put on my warm sweatshirt and getting ready psychologically to go out in a cold weather, I grabbed my keys and tried to lock the door almost dropping my backpack on the floor. It was almost summer, but my town wasn't disappointed in having very cold mornings and hot afternoons.
"Shit," I murmured as I kicked the door, insisting that didn't want to close it. "Why hasn't my mom called someone to fix this thing yet?" I spoke to myself and finally managed to close it hearing a click. Coming down the stairs practically running, I closed the small gate and strode down the street.
I lived with my parents in a town called Kingston-upon-Thames, in a tiny two-bedroom house, very close to the school. You just need to walk about 4 blocks and voilĂĄ, I could already see the entrance gate and the familiar faces of the gringos. I was in the last year of high school, just turned 17 and I was born in Brazil, but grew up in London, when my father had to move because of his work, when I was only 6 years old. Obviously we weren't rich, my father worked with woodwork, and my mother currently worked in a small flower shop in the city center. But when my father received an offer to move to another country, he didn't think twice. Learn another culture, a new language and still earn some good money?An offer that cannot be refused.
The first time we arrived it was very strange, only my father knew intermediate English and my mother and I obviously did not know a single word. But we quickly befriended a family that lived on our street: the Osterfields. Jenna and Carter were the parents of two children: Harrison, the same age as me and little Charlotte (newborn at the time). Harrison and I immediately became inseparable, and he became like a brother to me and our families became one.
Obviously with him, also came nothing more and nothing less than: the Holland family. Nikki and Dom had 4 male children, one my age: Tom, Harry and Sam twins, 3 years younger and Paddy who was born 2 years later. So the family just grew, our parents became best friends, and me, Harrison and Tom became an unbeatable trio. There was no Y/n, without Tom and Harrison and vice versa, we're always together.
We went to the same school since always. As Haz lived only a few houses below mine, we meet and go together and Tom, who lived on the other side of the school, met us at the gate every day.
I went down the street and saw Haz sitting on the wall in front of his house, fiddling with his cell phone with a earphone, as soon as I approached he raised his head and smiled.
- Finally, I thought you arenât going to class today. - He said getting up and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
- Good morning to you too Haz. - I said laughing and hooking my arm on him, while we went down the street. - You know that now that my mom is working on the other side of town she leaves early and then I have to wake up by myself, which is clearly a problem.
- Sleepyhead, - he said and I playfully tapped his arm while he laughed.
- Well, i'm, what can I say? Sleeping is the best thing in the world. - I said. - Did you do the history homework?
- Wich history homework? - He stopped suddenly looking at me in shock.
- Harrison Osterfield, you are not going to tell me that you forgot the work that I talked about it every day for almost a month. - I said putting my hand on my waist scolding him.
- Well ... I completely forgot. - Haz said scratching the back of his head with the face of a stray dog. -I was busy decorating the lines from the play.
- Wow Harrison, that way you will fail and then you'll came crying to me.Â
- Ok mom, sorry! But was it for today? Can I copy it and give it to you later?Â
- Ok, but just this time, and do me a favor to exchange practically all the words I used or i'll be in trouble. - I said taking out my briefcase, while he held my backpack and I handed him my work.Â
- I love you... - he said giving me back my backpack and hugging me, kissing my head afterwards.
- And I don't love you at all, bummer. - I giggled and we rounded the corner of the school.
Tom was already leaning against the side of the gate with his backpack between his legs, talking to a guy who was doing theater with him and Harrison. He was laughing at something, wearing a black hoodie, his hair was a little messy under his hood and his nose was slightly red from the cold. For some reason my stomach did some flips as we approached.
Harrison and Tom were very handsome, there was no denying it, they were half nerds, half bad boys (in the sense of forgetting to study for the exam or not doing their homework once in a while), they did theater, they were nice and got along very well with girls since they started puberty. As for me, I was the nerd who was always concerned about grades and getting into the journalism college, I didn't always have excellent grades, but they were enough to pass or impress the professors when I felt inspired. I wasn't popular, but not a completely ghost too, because being best friends with the boys ended up calling attention in some way.
The only boyfriend I had was a guy named Steven, and also my first kiss, to at age 15, but we broke up last year. Steven was cool, but we had different views on things and use to think about completely different futures, so we thought it was best to broke up. And since then I'm alone and very well, thank you.
But since I broke up with Stev, for some reason I've started to have some weird feelings for Tom. Weird in the meaning of being shy around him, with whatever he does, or whatever words he exchanges with me. Which is ridiculous, because he's my childhood friend, and I never felt any of that with Haz, so why with him I feel? I always saw Haz as my brother, but with Tom it's different, and I never understood why.
Anyway, here I was with my heart beating faster and faster as we approached. As soon as we got close, Tom waved goodbye to the guy he was talking. He grabbed his backpack off the floor and patted Haz on the back, kissing my forehead afterwards, which I immediately feel my cheeks burning with embarrassing, but no one realized.
- Hey mates! Finally! I thought you weren't coming anymore.- he said as the three of us went through the gate towards the school.
- The madam here, was the one who ended up sleeping too much, I was also waiting a long time.- Haz said and I rolled my eyes, making Tom smile.
- I understand Y/n, I also love sleeping... By the way, I said I was waiting a long time, but actually I just arrived. - He laughed - Your mother started working on that flower shop, right?
- Yeah! She started today, so I'm still getting used to waking up just with the alarm without my mom pulling me from under the covers by my hair.- I replied and they both laughed.
- Which class do you guys have now? - Tom asked as we went up the stairs to the first floor where the class rooms were.
-Math- Haz said, rolling his eyes. - Actually, I really have to go, because if I show up a second late again Mr. Jones will kill me. - he said giving us a brief wave and running to the opposite side.
- I have philosophy, thank God, one of my favorite subjects.- I said raising my hands to the sky as a joke and Tom laughed.
- Wow y/n, I thought your favorite subject was biology and English.- he said and I stuck out my tongue, but feeling a little warm inside, these subjects were the ones we had together.
- Anyway, see you later? I have physics now unfortunately.
- Yeah, I'll be at our new favorite place. - I giggle, it had been a week since me, Haz and Tom found a perfect place to stay during the break, which was on the back of the school, on a hill next to a tree, where we had a full view of the students down there. It was perfect, because the warm morning sun was shining and we'd be left on the ground gossiping and watching what others were doing.
- See you there shortie. -Tom said kissing the top of my head, giving me a wink and leaving towards his class room.
- Look who's talking. - I said loudly for him to hear and he showed me his middle finger from a distance, laughing at my face.
I turned around smiling and headed towards my class. The first two classes were normal, nothing new, I was still a little sleepy, so I ended up almost sleeping in the second geography class, where I was almost kicked out by Mr Wilson, who let It pass this time. The alarm hit indicating it was break time and I thanked God, practically running to stay out in the sun.
I grabbed my phone from my pocket and my headphones, hitting play on Radiohead's Subterranean Homesick Alien song and walking outside. I saw Steven with his new girlfriend Lily right on the way out, they were talking, hugging each other and looked very happy, he saw me and gave a smile from a distance where I reciprocated. Our break up went very well, without resentment, which made me happy.
I walked up the small hill and saw Haz and Tom already at our meeting place. Tom was lying down looking at the sky while Haz was sitting propped up in the tree.
- Did you guys miss me? - I said sitting next to Haz.
- Yeah, we were even thinking about how we could handle living without you y/n- Haz said and Tom chuckled.
- I know you two love me. - I said shrugging.
- In fact, we were arguing when you're going to have a new boyfriend. - Tom said and I froze.
- And who said I want a new boyfriend? I asked raising my eyebrow.
- We know you y/n, you starting to have your head in the clouds lately, always retweeting couple things and posting romantic songs, I can see that you're falling in love again.- Tom said, still looking at the sky.
- I agree. - Haz said taking the side of my earphone and putting into his ear. - She's even listening to Radiohead! And you always listen to Radiohead when you're in love. - I gave them a sarcastic laugh and pulled the earphone of his ear turning off the music making Haz laugh.
- You guys are idiots, I'm fine alone thank you, I just want to focus on my studies from now on. - I said and they both made a "hmm" in unison, making me roll my eyes.
- Actually, we were discussing where we're going to celebrate my 17th birthday tomorrow.- Tom said changing the subject, turning his head and covering the sun with his hand to look at me.
-Tomorrow is your birthday?- I asked pretending to be surprise and Tom rolled his eyes playfully.
- I know you two always look forward to my birthday, because you love me and want to surprise me.- he said and Haz and I laughed ironically. - But Marcos offered his house, because his parents are traveling, so we could make a cool party there! So I was thinking about calling the theater people and some of our friends like Julian, Tuwaine and etc, maybe getting some drinks too... - Tom said sitting down and cleaning some leaves that were stuck on his hoodie.
- I think it's a good idea, I'm not much of partying or drinking, but with you both I always have fun.- I said and Haz rested his head on my shoulder.
- Good to know we make you happy Y/n. - Haz said and I giggle patting his head.
- So we meet tomorrow? You guys want to stop by my house so we could go together?
- Actually, I have to go to my granny first, so I'll go from there.- Haz said and Tom gave him a thumbs up.
- Y/n you can go? Around 7pm it's ok?
-Of course Tommy. - I said and he smiled at the nickname.
- Okay, I'll wait for you at 7pm and I'll send you the address, mate.- he said to Haz as we got up listening to the bell ringing indicating the break was over.
- Deal!- Haz said.
- Deal. - I also said as we went down back to class.
The last classes were history, the subject I had with Haz and he returned my homework, assuring me that he had changed the words. We spend the whole class sending notes talking about nonsense and making jokes. Haz and I were pretty good at sending notes without the professor seeing.
But I confess I was puzzled by what the boys had said earlier, how did they have the impression that I was in love? I wasn't, was I? Was I showing too much that i had feelings for Tom? I don't know, I just know that the whole story had left me with immense anxiety.
The class was over and I said goodbye to Haz, because he had theater with Tom and I didn't have any extra activities that day. The only days that i had something was on monday, tuesday and thursday, when I have a school reinforcement to improve my notes to enter college. Which was a relief, since I had to run to the mall to look for a gift to give Tom for his birthday. I had been looking for weeks and I didn't find anything interesting to give to my best friend. Best friend isn't it? Nothing more than this...
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vexos hcs and random notes
ill update as i go, because yes i do update my masterlists every once in awhile, i should probably add them to my pinned...Â
General
I sincerely hope they have a small living arrangement so I can inflict them with the pain of having to share almost everything with each other
I just want Shadow and Lync to share a bunk
Like to think that alongside Volt, Mylene and Lync were also recruited by Hydron
None of them officially joined until they were a bit older but probably trained to eventually join the Vexos; in the mean time they probably worked for Hydron or something like that
Volt recruited at 11; Lync a year later and Mylene following not long after (respectively 13, 8, 12 when theyâre all gathered)
My reasoning to why Volt is patient with Lyncâs antics and Mylene less so but doesnât lash out as badly as you think she would around annoying little kids; grew up tgt moment
Spectra probably forced his way into the Vexos like âhiiii i see you dont have any Vexos members <3âł bcs obv he wasnât using royal scientist dad privelages (i think, bcs Clay seems horrified abt Spectra being a Vexos and well, being Spectra)Â
Shadow had an advantage of being a nobleman (in terms of him being accepted into the Vexosâ ranks)
the Vexos and their set of rules magent-ed on the fridge door or something and every time they go over a page they have to staple/tape a new page on
Joined in this order, Volt, Spectra, Shadow, Mylene, Lync, GusÂ
Vexos being a âchance of death low but the chance is still thereâ type of job... they feel like idols girl help they are bakugan idol group who work for the governmentÂ
sorry the way the vestal kids talk about them... going to treat the Vexos like a kpop group now
Spectra Phantom / Keith FerminÂ
[canon] son of a (royal?) scientist. definitely had it good and comfy
think itâd be REALLY funny if he already knew Shadow before he became Spectra, Shadow just doesnât recognize him bcs of his stupid get up
throws childhood friends Shadow Spectra at you, just two weirdosÂ
Keith specifically keeps Shadow from ever meeting his sister which is why neither of them really recognize each other
Pre-Spectra; probably wouldâve been really into bakugan biology and what not. Feels like the kind of person to talk w/ his dad about âdo you think we could change their appearance if we messed w/ their mechanical ball form or would it not carry over to their released formsâ
this mf looks like a biology major i feel it in my gutsÂ
mom isnât dead she just divorced Clay bcs he didnât know how to balance family and work, good for her
probably lives in another city now, and itâs a bit more of a hassle to meet with her kids so they donât see her as much but she is present in their lives (keep in contact in other ways)Â
probably went a bit silent when Keith went missing
didnât bleach his eyebrows bcs he didnât want to harm the skin around there and he never thought heâd take the mask off around others, or about how stupid heâd look without the mask
please please please please draw him with his pink hair roots in his MS fit he should've grown out some of his bleached hair by then
daddy issues is truly the root of evil
Gus Grav
Just Some Gut background; middle class just living life
[canon?] was going on a route to being an âidol brawlerâ, because thatâs kind of what their brawls felt like, since it was all purely for show with some competition. it felt less like a sport and more spectacle.
Gus wanting to be an idol brawler is actually such a funny string of words put together Iâm making that a thing, if he didnât join the Vexos he wouldâve been an idol brawler
I like the Gus needs glasses hc (shoutout to @marmeladebois âs post on that)Â
The hc of him being half human and Runoâs half brother is so goodÂ
Cooks well but refuses to help cook fr the Vexos (unless Spectra specifically asks) --> that job is usually left to Volt
not related but reminds me heavily of yugioh vrainâs Spectre (or other way around... Gus was the blueprint)Â
Shadow Prove
[handbook canon] a vestal noblemanÂ
has an older brother (oc; Lux- casual Haos brawler)
inferiority complex or whatever, the only thing he bested his brother in was Bakugan
the Prove family being typical prim proper noble family and forcing Shadow to be repressed is something, but the Proves having the same kind of wavelength as Shadow but in different variations is funnier. Theyâre just Like That.
Probably not a military family, does work closely with the government still; um im thinking somewhere under the Fermins but not by much
Considered running away from home several timesÂ
Unwillingly has knowledge on Vestal classic literature/ music
hard clutching a wall whenever he wants to join in on discussions about it bcs he knows this stuff but no way is he going to make himself look like a nerd + hes not actually that interested
*debates you for fun and bcs i hate u <3*Â
You know how he doesnât take his job as a Vexos member super seriously, I wonder:
did his parents force him to be a Vexos since he wasnât interested in the political side of his family and probably against taking up anything related to it, so they had him do something thatâd still be beneficial to the family? Â
joined to pursue a freedom he didnât have as a nobleman and is now just taking it really easy?
has clowns > jesters debate with volt; obv heâs team clown, volt is team jester
incredibly irrelevant but if he was a human heâd be chinese, iâve claimed him, prodigal son older brother and fail son dynamic is thereÂ
Mylene Ferrow
While I like the idea of her being from a military family, I want to make her like Ling Wen (TGCF) in the sense she started from the bottom and climbed to the top... it fits her ambitious nature of grasping for more, she hasnât reached what she considers the top just yet...Â
[very Ling Wen specific but Mylene being put in jail fr crimes unknown to me and being recruited by Hydron bcs she kicked serious ass is an entertaining thought]Â
I like to think sheâs closest to Shadow due to the fact he kind of forces his presence onto her so... not her choice in that matter. âannoyingâ to âendearingly annoying, you still arenât getting special treatment thoughâ
Ofc Volt and Lync are on the same level, but I think they all know when to give each other space so theyâre more of a âwe hold each other at a distance, but weâre aware of out closeness which is enough for usâ
Then its Spectra and then Gus in the âclosest to Myleneâ scale; she just straight up hates Gus and itâs mutual
whoever made the âMylene and Spectra were exesâ hc I think itâs really funny so Iâm adding it hereÂ
terrible fashion, sheâs the one who chose the outfits when she and Shadow went to earth; her fashionable armor look she usually has was designed with Voltâs help, she just voiced what she generally wantedÂ
Her red lipstick look was bcs she thought itâd make her look more serious/ intimidating (Volt and Lync approved, it rlly does work on her)
Shadow matches w/ her (via his red nails) after they get teamed up tgt several times bcs he thinks theyâre basically the go-to duo matchup whenever theyâre assigned work n itâd be cool
Very forthcoming about the fact she used to be considered a criminal and was from same rundown area Volt and Lync come from
Sheâs grateful she got out of jail but she still has no respect for Hydron and despite how much she tries to hide it she does make it pretty clear to him she doesnât really like him
I wish I had more to say about her... but Itâs all relationship esque, i think in general sheâs enjoyable and good so what I want more out of her is character dynamics
Lync Volan
[eng dub] he has grandparents; whether theyâre still alive or not is...?Â
was part of the same area Volt is from
probably aware of each other but didnât really know each other
you sound like you have mommy issuesÂ
came from the same area as Volt, but lived further out and closer to those areas where there were some bits of nature leftÂ
ill expand on why he got picked up by Hydron another day lazy rn
Volt Luster
[canon] heâs from an area that just straight up looks like yugioh 5dsâ Satellite, and Hydron was the one who pulled him out of there Â
He says Hydron pulled him out of there when he was a kid? Iâd assume at youngest itâd be like Hydron (8) and Volt (11)
has a neat collection of handmade jester dollsÂ
lot more artistic than he seemsÂ
Had his guardian bakugan with him the longest; had Brontes even before he met Hydron
Would the others consider him weird fr having a talking Bakugan that acted friendly with him n cracked jokes?Â
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Perfection Imperfections | Chapter 1
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Finally, summer break. Itâs been a while since I was able to go home. Having to attend high school rather far from my home in Seoul, I never thought that Iâd adjust to the new environment. Fortunately, I wasnât entirely alone, since I stayed with my aunt for the four years of my high school life. School wasnât so bad, but the homesickness is what killed it for me. Even though it was my parents' idea to send me a rather vast distanceâme not being too excited about it, but I knew I wouldnât get my way in the endâthere was some good that came from it. The two only good things, actually.Â
I glance outside the train window, the buildings of Busan zooming past me. Sure, it may not be my home, but I wonât lie. Iâm really going to miss this place. My phone suddenly vibrates in my lap, glancing down to see a text from my group chat, smiling as I respond.
(Binnie)
R u still on the train?
                                Yeah have been for the past like 30 mins
(Eunuwu)Â
Going back to ur parents? Or r u moving out?
                                                           Funny
                                    Yk I canât move out, at least not on                                      my own. My parents wonât allow it
(Binnie)
:/
What about Jaehyun?
                                      Idk, they rlly dc what he does tbh
                                    Theyâre just hell-bent on me getting                                          into the top schools and shit
(Eunuwu)
Damn, rough
                                                            Mhm
(Binnie)
Try talking to them, u never know
They might change their minds?
                                 Nah, I already know how itâs gonna end
                                     Me crying and stuffing myself with                                      pints of ice cream
(Eunuwu)
Doesn't sound so bad
(Binnie)
ÂŹ_ÂŹ
(Eunuwu)
Except for the crying part ofc
But câmon it cant really be THAT bad
Iâve been over plenty of times, they seem nice
(Binnie)
Uâve been to her house??
                                     Yeah him and oppa are friends too
(Binnie)
Righttt forgot lol
                                 And thatâs bc you were there dumbass                                  and half of the time ur either in oppaâs                                  room or out somewhere
                                 Interaction with my parents = minimal
(Binnie)
That sounds awful ngl :( sorry Hyuna
But hey we should all hang soon!
(Eunuwu)
Iâll be in Seoul for the summer too so y not?
                                                      I miss yâall :â(
                                  Ok I should be there around like 5 ish                                   so Iâll text then
(Binnie)
Aww I miss u tooooÂ
(Eunuwu)
*puke*
                                              Shut up, ur just jealous
(Eunuwu)
Me? Jealous?? Of what, ur face?
Yea no thx, Ive got a great face already
And personality 0:)
                                        Gr8, explains why ur still single
(Binnie)
LOLL
She got u there bro
(Eunuwu)
Shut up
Ur talking as if uâve got a gf
Idiot
(Binnie)
At least I didnt reject them as coldly as u did lolÂ
                                               See? My point exactly
                                        Your fAcE scared off every girl                                          in sight bc of tht pErSoNaLiTy
                                      I almost feel bad for them, u little                                       heart breaker
(Binnie)
He made a couple of em cry I heard
                                                           Rlly?!?
                                                             YAH
                                                        U MORON
(Eunuwu)
Bin wtf
(Binnie)
ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
                                          U JERK HOW COULD U??
                                               Those poor girls omg
                                        Im so kicking ur ass when I c u
(Binnie)
Me 2
(Eunuwu)
Wtf?? Y???
(Binnie)
No reason lol, just feel like it
                                             And this is why ily Binnie
(Binnie)
:D <3
(Eunuwu)
GROSS
                                                    Can it u demon
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I snort, turning off my phone and placing it back down on my lap as I go back to staring outside my left-hand window again. Meet Cha Eunwoo and Moon Bin, my two best friends. The only reason I got through high school how I did without major setbacks. Sure, there was the occasional homesickness and all, but had I not met these two, I probably wouldnât have even attended and graduated.Â
Being so far away from the place I grew up never really suited me, and they saw it right away from day one how lonely and upset I looked. I didn't seem to fit in, especially since I skipped a grade and was placed in classes that were very advanced for me. Not that I minded the vigor, but it was hard for me to socialize, let alone make friends.Â
Thatâs when I met them. Freshman year in homeroom before my first literature class. Moon Bin, a boy with parted, coppery-golden hair accompanied by his shy, puppy-eye smile and sweet nature, offered me an empty seat next to him in class, even going as far as to share his textbook and asking how I found the school. No doubt, I was embarrassed and immensely shy, stuttering over my words and failing to meet his soft gaze. However, he didnât make fun of me nor find me odd. All he did was smile, laughing lightly at my slightly flustered state. He stuck his hand out, introducing himself (most people just call him Moonbin or Bin) with that smile of his, thus the start of our new friendship. Since then, he became someone who always knew how to cheer me up when I was feeling down. No moment was ever dull with him by my side.Â
Eunwoo, the tall, brooding black-haired and charismatic student almost everyone knew (and crushed on) of, was usually with Moonbin when we hung out together, but he normally kept to himself. Though quiet and sometimes reserved with his intimidating looks, it didnât take long for him to break the ice with us, the three of us becoming close friends. Promising to stay like this until we went to college and beyond. Regardless if we all diverge and tread different paths, we would always converge and come back to one another.Â
Four years flew by and graduation was upon us. Just like that, the two became like family to me, my ride-or-die duo. The two who were able to turn my world upside down, finding solace in a time where I thought it was nearly impossible for me to. Â
My thoughts are interrupted by my âMoveâ ringtoneâyes, Iâm a huge Lee Taemin fanâlooking down at my phone again to see itâs my brother calling. I sigh, picking up the call.
âWhat?âÂ
He gasps dramatically. âIs that any way to address your loving older brother after being away for so long?â
I snort, shaking my head. âLoving my ass, oppa. How are mom and dad?â
âTheyâre fine, living. Didnât you tell them youâre coming home?â
âNope, I donât even text them that often. You already know this..â
He sighs. âYeah, I figured.âÂ
Thereâs a slight pause on his end, but he continues. âYou took the three-thirty train, right? So youâll be here around five or so?â
âYeah, give or take.âÂ
I look out the window again to see the endless stretch of greenery and flowing springs, sometimes even children playing in the fields. I grin mischievously, deciding to poke fun at my brother when he doesnât respond right away.Â
âWhat, you miss me?â
He makes a sound similar to throwing up. âAs if. I got so used to the peace and quiet. Iâm not ready for it to go away.âÂ
âYah!â I realize that I had yelled a bit too loudly and eyes were now trained on me, and I bow my head in apology. I lower my voice, âYouâre such an asshole.â
âOh, I know, but you still love me anyway.â
âShut up.â
I can hear his laugh resonate through the phone and a smile unknowingly tugs at my lips. I wouldnât say it out loud, but itâs true. When I lived with my aunt in Busan for the duration of high school, I missed Jaehyun a lot. Though two years older than me, he didnât seem to alienate me the way my parents do. While I hate the notion that they spoil Jaehyun endlessly and let him do as he wishes, I wonât lie and say that he was a prick about it. He couldâve been, but he never came off as selfish. Iâm really close with my brother, shocking as it may be. Sibling relationships are like thatâone minute you want to strangle them with their intestines and the next youâre singing duets together. Crazy, but thatâs how it is for us. My parents donât really pay me any attention, so Jaehyun decides to do that instead. Not complaining though. Iâd rather take his pranking and teasing over my parentsâ demands and reprimands any day.
âAight, Iâm heading out for a bit. Text me when you arrive.â
I smile again. âWill do, but make sure to get me food!â
âLet me thinkâŠâ He hums, and I can practically sense the smirk on his end. âNope. Get your own.â
âOppa!â
Jaehyun laughs. âSee you in a bit, Hyuna. Get here safely. Bye!â  Â
He hangs up the call before I get a chance to retort, and I scoff. Typical of my brother. He knows how much I enjoy street food, and every time he goes out, itâs almost certain that most of the time he stops somewhere to eat. Did he ever bring food back? Sure, but by the time Iâd get to it, most of it was gone anyways. That only lasted a little while before I had gone upstate anyways, so he had more food for himself, I guess.
As the train barrels down the tracks, I feel my heart racing in excitement, but thereâs also a slight ounce of dread. I really donât know why. I want to believe itâs because Iâve been away for too long, but part of me knows itâs the fact that Iâll have to face my parents again. Knowing that I only have two months to decide where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do, I know the bitter truth is that those decisions wonât be left up to me. Last time, I was sent to Busan.
God knows where Iâd be sent to now.
***
âFinal destination of the KTX Busan-Seoul train at Seoul Station is approaching and will arrive at 05:30 PM. The doors to alight are on the right hand side. All passengers are requested to dismount the train upon arrival. Thank you.âÂ
Thatâs my stop.
Gathering my bag and hand luggage, I patiently wait for the train to pull up at the station. Seeing the familiar shops and buildings around me makes my legs bounce up and down in both excitement and anticipation.Â
Four long years away from Seoul...
Before getting off, I quickly text the group chat and then my brother, letting them all know that Iâve reached safely. Side-stepping the other passengers exiting the subway doors, I carefully land onto the platform with my luggage in tow. I breathe in the air around as I stretch my arms up into the sky, the grin widening on my face.
It sure as hell feels good to be back home.
I try my best to maneuver through the crowds, but it doesnât stop the rush of people knocking into me. At times like these, I curse my genetics for favoring my older brother instead of me in terms of height. Eventually, I come to a clearing and when my eyes glance upwards, I spot a rather familiar dark brown-haired six-foot-tall male amongst the small crowd waving me over.
âHyuna, over here!â
I gasp, my eyes widening. âOppa!â
He smiles as I begin walking towards him, my feet hurriedly moving across the concrete. The distance between us shortens and I abandon my luggage as he opens his arms wide.Â
Only for me to sucker punch him in the stomach.
He yelps in pain, grimacing as he holds his abdomen. âShit, that hurt. What has Aunt Sua been feeding you up there? Rocks?â
I smack his shoulder, my blood slightly boiling in anger. âYah, why didnât you tell me you were coming?! Do you know how much money I blew off for the bus fare?â
He straightens his back before going to rub his shoulder, then behind his neck.
âFine, fine. My bad. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess that didnât work, did it?âÂ
I cross my arms over my chest, huffing in annoyance. He sighs, nodding.
âOkay, okay, Iâll compensate you. Dinnerâs on me.â
At this I grin, blinking excitedly. I grab onto his arm and shake it vigorously. âReally? You mean it? Youâre the best, oppa!âÂ
âLook at this brat..â he taunts, shaking his head. In a flash, he headlocks me and rubs the top of my head harshly with his knuckles, upsetting the neatly-tied auburn ponytail.Â
âYah! Quit it!â I smack his arms and flail in protest, but he chuckles, saying this is what I get for cunningly finding a way to exploit him the minute I stepped back into Seoul.Â
What can I say? Itâs a talent.Â
He lets go eventually, and I try to smooth down my already-tangled hair. I grumble incoherently but Jaehyun pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. His free hand gently pats the side of my head in comfort.
âWelcome home, sis.â
I stand there stiff for a second before hugging back. He squeezes me tighter and I find myself smiling into his shoulder.Â
âGood to be back,â I whisper.Â
We stand like that for a moment before he pats my back a couple of times, us pulling away from each other soon after. He reaches behind me to grab my hand luggage as he shoulders my bag. I tell him that I can carry them just fine, but he starts walking away from the platform to the parking lot. I call out after him as I run to catch up, and I can see the corners of his mouth twitch. Jaehyun leads me to his car, a sleek matte-silver convertible Mustang. My mouth drops open in shock at its stunning beauty, my body forcing itself to remain composed for the sake of avoiding public self-embarrassment.Â
He throws my luggage in the back seat before he turns to me, smirking at my expression. âYou like it?â
âShit, do I like it? I love it!â I run my fingers over its metallic surface, the silver exterior gleaming in the evening glow. Grinning, I stare up at my brother who catches my gaze as I stand next to the driverâs seat, my fingers already curled on the handle.
âCan Iââ
âNo.â
âPleaseââ
âNope.â
I pout as I pull my hand away and step to the side. Jaehyun chuckles, rubbing my head playfully before getting into the driverâs seat and starting the car. The engine purrs to life as my brother pulls out his shades and wears them. He looks at me and cocks his head to the passenger seat.Â
âDonât just stand there. Get in.â
Smiling, I quickly make my way over to the other side and slip into the passenger seat. I barely have time to buckle in before Jaehyun speeds off. I scream in fright, but he laughs heartily, telling me to let loose.
With the wind harshly whipping around us, I close my eyes and tilt my head upwards, absorbing the remnants of my childhood in a place Iâll always call home. A place where my heart always feels at ease.
My name is Jung Hyuna. Iâm eighteen years old, and this is my story.
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Secrets Part 11.
Bakugo x reader, Bakugo x Uraraka, Kirishima x Reader
Fluff- ish, language, angst
Word Count: 1,177
Idea: Y/n has a secret to share with bakugo not expecting a secret from him. She leaves heart broken and attempts to move on. But how will she move on if her secret can no longer be hidden? She fakes a relationship hoping its enough to not expose the true origin of the secret. (This is a terrible summary but I cant say much without spoiling future parts. đ)
Bakugo rushes to the Hospital and somehow manages to carry you in while you are still crying in pain. He yells for nurses to help and nurses come rushing to your aid
âSir, what happened?â
âSheâs going into labor! But sheâs earlyâ
âOkay sir, sit her down on the wheel chair and we will take her to a room where she can began labor.â Bakugo is hesitant to let you go alone but finally sets you down when you yell in pain, âBAKUGO SO HELP ME GOD, IF YOU DONâT SIT ME DOWN I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOUâ âYouâre scary rnâ he thinks and follows the nurse as youâre being taken away. Not long after they have you situated and ready for labor, Kirishima bursts through the door glaring at Bakugo, âYOU! I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOUR ASS-â
âNOT MY FAULT KIRISHIMA I JUST WANTED THE TRUTH.â
âExcuse me gentlemen, if you guys cannot shut up, I will have to kick you both out until Ms. L/N is finished giving birth.â The nurse glares at both of the men. Kirishima looks down, âIâm sorry maâam.â And walks over to you. You are just attempting to keep calm but feel a contraction, âAHHâ
*okay, we are skipping the birth part bc Iâm not good at this :P hehe*
âItâs a beautiful and healthy girl! Congratulations Ms. L/N, what would you like to name her?â
âUm.. Iâm not completely sure yet. Iâd like to talk about it with my partners.â
You look over at Kirishima, and see he is tearing up at the sight of your baby and then you glance at Bakugo, who was sobbing at how beautiful she was.
The nurse nods and leaves you alone with the knuckleheads. âSo, what are we naming her?â You ask both of them. But they ignore you as they watch as your baby was being taken away to get properly cleaned up. You roll your eyes and ask again, âWhat are we naming our baby girl, Dumbasses?â They look at you and Bakugo answers, âOurs?â
âSpeaking of that...â Kirishima says right before he smacks Bakugo upside the head, âYOU EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN BAKUGO I WILL PERSONALLY MURDER YOUR ASS. GOT ITâ Bakugo nods quickly scared at how Kirishima suddenly became scary-like. âGood, now my angel, what do YOU want to call our kid?â
You think about it for a second, âWhat about, Nao?â
They both nod and agree with the name. Bakugo stays quiet for a second before speaking up, âWhat about her last name?â
You and Kirishima stay quiet thinking about it. Bakugo speaks up again, âI understand if you dont want her with my last name...â
âIts- its not that, we were actually thinking of hyphenating both of yours and Eijirouâs last names...â you respond quietly. Bakugo smiles, âThatâs a good idea.â
You smile at that, âBakugo... Thereâs something we want to talk to you about-â Kirishima widens his eyes and shakes his head.
âWhatâs wrong?â Bakugo says confused.
You clear your throat, âum... so... Kirishima and I were talking...â
Bakugo glances at Kirishima and Kirishima pretends to read the wash your hands flyer on the wall,
âGo on Y/N.â Bakugo says impatiently but before you respond the nurse walks in with your baby in tow, âFinally decided on the name, dearie?â You nod.
âYes Ms., We want to call her Bakugo-Kirishima Nao.â
The nurse hums, âAh, Nao means honesty such a pretty name.â You nod and think of the irony behind the name. âAnd two last names? Well that is not common.â You smile and shrug,
âWe couldnât choose a last name so we did bothâ the nurse nods, âWell, we will have that set up and here is your baby again.â She picks up the baby and hands her to you,
âShe might be hungry so you should probably try and feed her.â With that the nurse leaves the four of you alone. You hold your baby close and smile at her. Kirishima and Bakugo crowd you as they try and fight over who gets to carry her first.
âMove out the Shitty Hair, Iâm the father I should go first.â
âA dead-beat father, I should carry her firstâ
âI AM NOT A DEAD-BEAT FATHER, ESPECIALLY IF IM RIGHT HERE!â
You glare at both of them for scaring Nao but notice she did not even flinch at his voice. âWow, used to his voice already.â
âNone, of you are carrying her until Nao finishes eatingâ and with that both men pout like babies and sit down as you begin to feed her.
After a minute of silence, Bakugo speaks up remembering you had to talk.
âOh yeah, Y/N, you said you needed to tell me something?â
You and Kirishima tense up. âWell damn.â
âOh yeah.... heh, so, uh, its about us.â
âWhat about us?â Bakugo asks hopefully.
âSo me and Kirishima... talked... about how you will fit into our lives now that you know...â
âDo... do you not want me near the baby?â He asks sadly.
âWHAT- no no no... its more about how me and Kirishima- Kiri-baby, why donât you explain?â You ask him
Kirishima sends you a glare before clearing his throat.
âBakugo, what she was trying to poorly explain is that- I cant fucking do it babes,â
âJust fucking tell me already.â
âAlright alright Bakugo. Meandy/narelikeinlovewithyoubutwedidntknowhowtosayâ
âWhat the hell did you say Kirishima?â
Kirishima sighs, âLook bakugo, Y/N still has feelings for you. And I have feelings for you to. We are willing to let you be part of our family.â
Bakugo stares in shock unable to say anything.
You and Kirishima look at each other nervously.
âIs this a sick fucking joke?â Bakugo asks angrily.
You flinch, âNo... We are being serious. We both like you.â
âYOU BOTH NEED TO STOP FUCKING PLAYING WITH MY EMOTIONS.â He says almost tearing up.
âWe are not Bakugo. We are serious. But we have a condition.â
Bakugo sniffs, âYou guys love me? Like even after what I did?â
âBakugo, we know you didnât mean to but you did hurt me. Uraraka was to blame here... overall we want to give you a second chance.â
âWhatâs-whatâs the condition if I accept.â
âItâs not a hard one. There are only two things you need to do, go to therapy and anger management classes.â
âThats all?â He asks nervously.
âYes Bakugo. Thatâs all.â
âThis isnât a sick joke right?â
âNo Bakugo, we are serious.â Kirishima responds for you.
He sheds a tear, âI- I canât thank you both enough for giving me a chance... I swear to go to therapy, and that class, and thank you for letting me be in my daughterâs life. Thank you so much.â He reaches over to hug Kirishima and lets out a sob. Kirishima pats his back and smiles at you. You smile back and hold Nao tighter as she finishes eating. âYou are lucky to have two loving parents little one.â You whisper to her.
Suddenly Kirishimaâs phone rings, he looks down and pales, âItâs Mina.â
âAh crap.â
SERIES MASTERLIST â Part 12
A/N: an update??? Jeez, sorry about not updating sooner but I got distracted :) I hope you enjoy this chapter! It seems a bit rushed but lmaoo. Anyways Bakugo didnât get killed yet.
If youâd like to be tagged in future parts or future works dont hesitate to dm, ask, or comment! I hope you guys had a lovely day today! Also if you asked to be tagged and I didnt tag you send me a dm so I can fix it :) also any tags in italics and bold, I couldnât tag you :/ Iâm sorry </3 but Iâll work on it <3
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if i was dying on my knees (youâd be the one to rescue me)
(title from brother by kodaline)
so, hi! jatp has reignited my desire to write again and this time i think i might actually finish a whole fic. so uh, here it is :) please let me know if you like it, Iâll hopefully update asap, but iâm in uni so asap may be in like two weeks. unless people really like it. then, probably sooner lmao.
pairing: julie molina x luke patterson
fandom: julie and the phantoms
warnings: death bc rose, and i swear once but other than that i think nothing else?
Julie didnât want to be frustrated, she really didnât. In fact, she wanted to be sad, mourning, depressed, or literally anything other than slightly pissed off all the time. Itâs incredibly exhausting to be angry all the time, and she felt like being sad would at least give her blood a break from simmering.
But her mom died. And apparently her body only knows how to process grief by developing a rather annoying tendency to be irritated constantly.
She tries to forget it though. Instead of wallowing in the negative feelings that cloud her family in the months following Rose Molinaâs death, she throws herself into distractions. She gets a job at a coffee shop near the USC campus and puts almost all her effort into becoming a top employee. Her grades donât drop because thankfully her professors seemed to all inherently understand that she just couldnât sing anymore. Like at all.
The world kept spinning. Julie could only hope to hold on.
Thatâs how she ended up, six months later, complaining over a milk frother about her very well-intentioned best friend to the only person she knew would listen.
âFlynn just doesnât understand,â Julie moans, shutting off the machine and dumping the contents unceremoniously into a to-go cup. Her coworker, Allison, raises an eyebrow and swipes a rag at the milk spill that pools under the cup.
âDid she try to get you to sing again?â
âSurprise karaoke night with her girlfriend and a couple kids from class. Her intentions were pure though so I donât even know why Iâm upset.â Julie shoves a lid onto the cup and slides it across the counter to a pre-occupied businessman who doesnât notice the extra milk soaked into the bottom. Allison nods thoughtfully and starts dumping coffee beans into the espresso machine. Julie watches her with slight awe. Allison was one of those people that terrified Julie when she met her; everything about her felt polished and put together down to the blunt cut of her pale blonde hair and the curve of her smirk when she smiled. Soon enough, Julie discovered that she was as warm as any of her other friends, but it had taken a lot of closing shifts and smoothie runs to come to that conclusion.
Allison sets down the bag of coffee beans and gives Julie one of her solemn looks; itâs the sort of look where Julie thinks Allison could probably read her mind if she tried hard enough.
âMaybe theyâre going about it wrong. You havenât been around music properly in what? A year? What if you just need to sit and listen to music again to just get you used to the environment?â Julie thinks for a moment. Allison raises a fair point, and itâs the complete opposite tactic that everyone else has been trying, which has been to shove music in front of her to sing and give her expectant and hopeful looks. Itâs a trial run. Something casual.
âWhere would I go?â Allison smiles a bit and passes Julie a container of oat milk to put away.
âThereâs a bar off Sunset thatâs hosting an open mic tonight. Very relaxed and casual vibes. I could pick you up from your apartment and take you. We havenât hung out since that movie night a while ago.â Julie hesitates. Itâs not that sheâs opposed to spending a night with Allison, but a small part of her feels like sheâs cheating on her current circle of emotional support humans by agreeing to go. Not that her dad or Carlos or Tia would mind, but Flynn would possibly take offence and that alone stalled Julie for longer than she realized. Allison clocks the look on her face and amends the statement.
âFlynn is obviously welcome too.â
A mind reader, Julie swears.Â
âHell yeah. Letâs do this.â
***
Julieâs feeling significantly less optimistic when Allisonâs car has been driven away by the valet and herself, Flynn, and Allison are all standing in line outside the club. Julie can feel the bass of the songs playing more than she can hear them, but the proximity of music is enough to make her palms sweat. Other than the music the coffee shop plays and the strains of country she hears through Carlosâ wall, Julie hasnât heard proper music since Tia Victoria sang âAmazing Graceâ for her motherâs funeral. Flynn notices her nervous look.Â
âChill, Jules. Itâs all very chill. Weâre just gonna listen to a couple bands.âÂ
âFlynnâs right. And if at any point you want to bail, we can go get soft pretzels.âÂ
âBut we should try and stay for the whole thing!â
âHowever, weâre also going to respect you if you canât do that,â Allison punctuates this sentence with a meaningful eyebrow raise and Flynn nods vigorously. Julie swallows and tries to mimic the courage she had a few hours ago. The bartender scrutinizes their IDs for a moment before allowing them to sweep into the bar and Julieâs jaw nearly drops at the volume of people contained inside. Nearly every seat is filled, and the standing areas are packed with people all jamming to the band onstage thatâs currently playing what Julie has to admit is a pretty kick ass cover of âSomebody Told Meâ by The Killers. Â
Allison somehow discovers a table near the edge of the bar, and disappears off to get them drinks. Flynnâs rocking out already, and Julie feels a few of the nerves in her stomach even out as the realization that she doesnât have to sing sinks into her bones. Allison was right, unsurprisingly. If she focuses hard enough, she can even push out the memories of coming to these sorts of open nights with her mom. Flynn shoots her a large and grateful grin and Julie lets herself smile back. Sheâs taking a step. Sheâs doing it.
Allison returns as the band switches and a new band begins to play a hyped up cover of âAfricaâ by Toto. The three girls lapse into quiet appreciation of the music, with Flynn singing along to every song played, Allison bobbing her head to herself and occasionally letting out a few notes in her vocal range, and Julie just quietly appreciating the fact that she doesnât feel like throwing up.
Itâs all very casual, just like her friends said.
Until itâs not.
As the third band of the night begins their last song, Julie retreats to find the bathroom. Itâs hidden nearly backstage, and sheâs just about to make it to the door when she hears the panicked shouts of someone from near the curtain which separates the small backstage from the actual performing area.
âDude, I cannot believe he bailed on us.â
âAre you really surprised? Bobby was a piece of shit.â
âHey, he didnât use to be!â
âCalm down, Reg. You know heâs been treating us like garbage ever since that record label thought he had a âmarketable voiceâ or whatever they said.â
âGuys he bailed on us, what are we supposed to do?â
Julie, despite all the âstranger dangerâ lessons running through her brain, backed up far enough to see into the backstage area. Three guys stood there, two with a guitar and a bass each and one with drumsticks he was nervously twirling. The one with the guitar had his face buried in his hands and kept swearing heavily under his breath. The other two seemed frozen in their own panic as well. Guitar Player removed his hands from his face and Julie caught a glimpse of worried hazel eyes and dark curls. Bass Player opened his arms and Guitar Player tumbled into them for a hug while Drum Player rubbed his back. The three guys looked absolutely wrecked.
Hereâs the thing: Julie had an uncontrollable urge to help people. Itâs how she got roped into half of Flynnâs schemes, how she ended up teaching Carlos all of his second grade science curriculum herself, and how she somehow became the unofficial backbone of her family after her mom died. Seeing three guys utterly wrecked because, presumably, their fourth bandmate had bailed on them? It activated that uncontrollable urge deep in her stomach.
Hereâs another thing: Julie hasnât played music or sang in six months. Sheâs had no desire to, and every time sheâs tried, the distinct urge to throw up overtook her. Tonight was supposed to be the baby step that showed her whether or not music was something she could seriously consider again; whether or not she could feel that itch to perform anymore.
âHey, do you guys need a fourth?â
She felt the itch. Â
The three guys looked up in varying levels of shock. Drum Player recovered first, and stepped towards her hesitantly, wringing his pink hoodie as he did.
âUm, what?â
âIt sounded like someone bailed on you. I can play. If you need it.â Guitar Player recovers next and nearly bounds over to her in barely contained excitement.
âYou can play rhythm guitar?â
âNo,â the three boys deflate, âI can play piano though.â Guitar Player tilts his head to the side as though playing a melody through in his head. He turns back to the other two.
âBright could fit piano.â
âWe never wrote the music for a piano component,â Drum Player wrinkles his nose.
âI did,â Guitar Player admits. The other two donât look phased, though Bass Player does raise an eyebrow. âI was bored!â
âOkay, but we donât want to put you out,â Drum Player turns back to Julie and she swallows. Â
âNo, I offered. Let me see the music.â
âOkay, but you have like ten minutes!â Bass Player finally chips in with a surprisingly cheerful tone. Guitar Player hands Julie what looks like a piece of notebook paper and her eyes skim the words and notes. Itâs feasible for sure, but she can feel the nerves prickling at her stomach. Guitar Player leans into her space and she clocks how ridiculously attractive he is up close. He gives her a smile.
âWe alternative verses like this, see? And I donât know your range, but we can figure that out on the go.â Julie gives him a small smile.
âSomewhere between mezzo-soprano and soprano.â
âWe can work with that.â Guitar Player seems to vibrate with energy. âAre you sure you wanna do this?â
âNo pressure,â Bass Player adds.
âLike seriously, none. We can just go home and cry,â Drum Player says. Julie isnât sure. She really isnât. In fact, sheâs pretty sure she should just run away and hope she never sees these guys again.
âIâm sure.â
Well, thatâs that.
Guitar Player sends her a smile that looks genuinely like someone has funnelled sunlight into his body and Julie feels the nerves lift for half a second. Then, theyâre called to the stage and all of a sudden she feels like she could puke all over again. Guitar Player grabs her hand and squeezes it.
âYou got this.â
Julie files out with the rest of the band and sheâs extremely grateful her friends arenât sitting in her direct line of sight. The piano is definitely worn out from use, but her fingers settle naturally on the keys and Julie tries to focus on the budding itch to perform in her stomach rather than the urge to throw up. Sheâs supposed to start this song. This song that she became aware of ten minutes earlier. She catches Guitar Playerâs eye and he nods encouragingly.
She presses down on the keys and opens her mouth.Â
Sometimes I think I'm falling down
I wanna cry, I'm calling out
For one more try to feel alive
And when I feel lost and alone
I know that I can make it home
Fight through the dark and find the spark
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what itâs like being their âštwinâš
inspired by my sister calling me gay in a starbucks earlier
these are v long iâm sorry
bakuhoe
oh lord have mercy
YOU TWO NEVER SHUT UP
aizawa almost cried when he saw that you both would be in his class
we all know bakugou is very temperamental by himself but when heâs with you it goes through the roof
with all of the bickering, people think you guys hate each other
but heâs actually very protective of you and loves you a lot even if he wonât ever say it
the ONLY person he would let you date is kiri but heâs on thin ice
surprisingly youâre a lot calmer than bakugou but your twin knows how to rile you up so you usually arenât calm when heâs around
when he got kidnapped you went NUTS
like no one could fucking calm you down
izuku had to literally hold you back from jumping in the portal after bakugou and kicking everyoneâs asses
even if you donât have the same quirk as him, youâre both loud as shit so it makes up for it
Izuku
you two are definitely each otherâs best friends all throughout your childhood
you got a stronger version of your moms quirk, so you defended your brother against bakugou when he would tease him
two green haired CUTIES
you threaten to break another one of his bones when he does something reckless and ends up in recovery girls office
though you canât really talk bc youâre just as reckless
due to having to stand up for your brother, youâre a lot more outspoken than he is
it shocks a lot of people
you didnât share his love of all might, but you could see why he looked up to him
needless to say when you found out about izuku getting one for all (he definitely told you when it happened) you were really happy for him
though inko taught you both how to cook, izuku never picked it up. so you cook him comfort foods when heâs homesick
during the villain attacks, he wants to protect you as much as he can
but he rememberes that youâre very strong and so he lets you handle it unless you really need his help
Todoroki
you got the same quirk as him, but on the opposite sides of your body, so you sadly had to go through the same training that he did
with endeavor being the number 2 hero (at the time) he pulled some strings and easily got you both into class 1a
due to being twins, and also going through the trauma of endeavors training, you two are almost inseparable
much like shoto you come off as cold and distant, but once you get to know people you loosen up around them a lot
on fridays you both go out to get cold soba together and everyone thinks itâs super sweet
you guys visit your mom at the hospital together and tell her about school
you werenât there when he got the scar, but you worried about him until you got to see him
obviously you have a lot of people taking a romantic interest in you, and while he isnât as protective as bakugou, he does want to make sure you end up with the right person
when endeavor starts trying to make amends, neither of you are quite sure what to think
you both hate him for what he put you and your family through, but you can tell heâs trying
you probably end up forgiving him faster than shoto does
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