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yelenabelovq · 3 years

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give you peace | s.r.

summary: Days on the road are long and overstretched and everyone seems better at dealing with it than you. You are even worse at dealing with it when you’re forced to share a bed with the self-appointed Captain.

playlist: give you peace | s.r.

word count: 3.4k

rating: 18+

a/n: i have literally been working on this fic for, like, over a month okay. i had decided that no one knew how to do a true theres-only-one-bed fic so i decided to write my own and then idk what happened like god took it into her hands at that point and this is the result so like don’t blame me blame god

“I would take a bunch of rolled-up newspapers and a blanket at this point,” Sam said from beside you.

You lift your head from where it rested on the table between your arms, peering at him through lidded eyes. “A bed is a bed, Samuel.”

“Yeah, and it’s the first one we’ll have in months,” he said. “If Steve can ever get the damn key cards.”

“I, for one, don’t know why we didn’t think of having Nat hack the security cameras earlier,” you remarked, fidgeting with the strap of your one duffle bag you could keep that you’d looped around your ankle. Can’t be too careful. “Who’s really worried about a few misdemeanors when you’re on the run from the highest levels of the US government?”

“Amen,” said Sam.

“I’ll second that one,” Natasha said, stretching out beside you, feline in her office chair. The laptop was set in front of her, inconspicuous enough that it just looked like she was getting some work done before checking in. God, technology was truly great.

Steve returned a second later, holding a handful of cards and a goodie bag from the front desk. Robbing big chain hotels of their rooms and amenities was honestly your best idea yet. You wish you’d thought of it sooner. Being on the run was exhausting, and half-star motels that conveniently didn’t already have security cameras was even more exhausting and incredibly less safe. Peace was hard to come by when you were tracking down the worst of the worst, and safety was even harder. Caffeine and near-tear exhaustion has brought you the idea of simply hacking the system at a Marriott Inn. Genius, Genius, Genius.

“Alright,” Steve said. “Cameras down, yet?”

Nat took a second before closing the laptop and responding, “They’ll loop for 24 hours. Should be enough time for us to rest up and make it out of here.”

“Two rooms,” Steve said, throwing down two packs of key cards.

“Ugh, my own bed,” you sighed.

“We’ll share,” Natasha said, motioning between her and Sam.

“Hey, wait,” you said, picking up your gaze to Nat, who honest-to-god looked like the expression “the cat that got the cream.”

“Your own bed, right?” Nat said, leveling her gaze with your own.

You tipped your head back to look at Steve, who was standing over you. “Guess we’re bunking together.”

The Jack & Jill door between the two rooms was quickly unlocked and you tossed your duffle onto the counter of the vanity before turning to face the rest of the room. Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, panted like a mantra in your mind as the bone-deep feeling of exhaustion settled into you. Sheets and a duvet and the cold side of a pillow sounded like a winning lottery ticket right about now.

You looked around the small room, just the bed with an adjoining bathroom and exposed vanity, a mini-fridge and coffee maker next to the TV and—

Bed. Bed as in singular.

Your head snapped to look at Steve.

“There’s only one bed,” he remarked helpfully.

“You’re kidding,” you insisted, the evidence glaringly obvious. Maybe if you whined loud enough it would magically become two.

“Is there only one in their room? Maybe we can switch—” Your hand went for the door, only to find it locked. You jiggled the door, kicking it once, then leaning your head against it in defeat. “Whores,” you hissed.

“That should be unlocked—”

“You know why it isn’t.” You turned back to the room, defeat settling in your bones. It’s not that you and Steve had never not not gotten along, it’s just that two iron-willed people who are incessant about being right don’t tend to last in a room together without some… light bickering.

Steve went for the phone and brought it to his ear for only a moment before shoving it back onto the receiver. “Nat disabled the line,” he sighed.

“So, there’s only one bed,” you observed, just as helpfully as he had.

“I’ll take the floor,” Steve said.

“No, I’m not gonna make you do that. I can—”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

Your folded your arms across your chest defiantly. “And why’s that?”

“You’re exhausted.”

“So are you.”

“I can handle the floor for one night—”

“Well, so could I.”

“Well, why don’t we both take the goddamned floor, then?”

“Why don’t we both take the fucking bed, then?” You yanked back the covers on one side.

“Fine.” Steve’s eyes met yours across the bed. The only one in the room. Iron will alright.

It was Steve that broke first, much to your satisfaction of having won two stand-offs with him.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

“Have fun,” you quipped over your shoulder ad you flopped down on the mattress, grabbing the remote from the side table. This was fine. This would be fine.

A bed is a bed, right?

Steve was in the shower for a bit longer than you’d expected, considering how fast he usually took. Memories of standing in a steam filled bathroom where he was in and out before you’d even wrangled your hair into something presentable came back to you, watching him through a fogged mirror as he walked out with a towel slung low over his hips.

Much like he had when he emerged as you were just barely dozing off to the Lifetime movie on the screen. You swung your legs over the edge and willed your feet to remember how to carry you to the en suite. You passed him by, shoulder brushing his as your gaze caught the water droplets still shimmering on this skin.

You took a bit longer in the shower than usual we well.

When you emerged, hair dry enough that you didn’t have to worry about waking up to a soaked pillow, and in as presentable as a night outfit as you could get for New Mexico in the middle of August, it was dark in the rest of the room. You eased your way out to the bed, noting that Steve seemed to be already a sleep, a pillow laid longways in the middle of the bed. You rolled your eyes before setting the burner phone you had to charge. You climbed into bed gingerly, acutely aware of the body on the other side of the queen-sized mattress. A queen should be plenty big for two people, but Steve was the size of two people himself and slept on his back, one arm thrown behind his head, and the other four remaining pillows (cause, y’know, men are too manly to sleep with pillows) cast to your side. Long story short, it didn’t leave you much room.

This was it, this was the catch, you thought. No pillow nest to bury yourself in. So much for your own damn bed.

You slipped into the covers, arranging the pillows around yourself in your best attempt of a pillow nest with only one-third of a queen mattress to work with (you mourned the loss of the single pillow you had to toss on the floor) and closed your eyes.

And then sleep didn’t come.

So you opened your eyes and shuffled the pillows a bit again, then laid down, and shut your eyes.

And then sleep didn’t come.

Sighing, you shifted again, fluffing the pillow you hugged to your chest with an annoyed hand and—

“Could you stop moving?” cut a voice through the dark.

You send Steve a glare that definitely didn’t land through the pitch black. “You’re taking up the entire bed, it’s kind of hard to get comfortable.”

Steve sighed, then shifted into a sitting position. You heard his feet hit the ground.

“I told you you’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“We clearly can’t share the bed.”

“We clearly can, actually, if you just scoot over.”

“I don’t really think that would fix the problem.”

“Do you have to argue with everything I say?”

He inhaled sharply, but didn’t say anything.

“Just lay back down and go to sleep.”

You felt the mattress shift again. You rolled over and squeezed your eyes shut, willing your body not to move again.

You woke up to warmth.

Wasn’t New Mexico the desert? Didn’t the desert get cold at night? Why were you so warm right now? How long did you sleep for, then—

Moving was weird. Yeah, that’s really weird, cause you were caught on something. And what was on your stomach?

Steve. Steve was. You were warm because Steve’s breath was hitting your collar bone and you were pressed against his body and his hand was splayed over your bare stomach.

You had a vague memory of a pillow hitting the floor last night. Then another shuffling stand-off. Then—

Steve was holding you in his arms. Steve was holding you while he slept.

You tried your hardest to move without actually moving, a task that quickly proved difficult. If you could just turn over—

The hands on your stomach turned into an arm tightening around you.

There was no possible way to get out of this and save your pride. You couldn’t do it without waking him up and—

Hold on. Why were you embarrassed? He was the one holding you like a child and a teddy bear. He was the one not letting go. Yeah, this was something you could give him shit for.

“Steve,” you said, sleep tugging on the edges of your voice. “Steve, let go.” You tried a little more openly to wiggle your way out of his grip.

“Huh-uh,” he grunted, only succeeding in further trapping you. “Y’r warm.”

Well, so was he.

As the tired still crowded your mind, you took a deep breath and only succeeded in relaxing yourself further into his grip. You tried half-heartedly to wiggle your way out but, wow, his skin is soft. You didn’t really notice falling back asleep. The absence of your consciousness was a relief.

But when you woke again, it was to the smell of coffee and a cold bed.

You blinked blearily into the morning, gaze flitting across the room before landing on Steve’s figure leaning against the vanity.

“Morning,” he said thickly. He sounded like he couldn’t have been awake that early, and yet he’d been up long enough for his side of the bed to go cold.

"G'mornin'." You stretched out in an attempt to rid yourself of sleep and gave a small moan. Steve tossed his gaze over his shoulder but kept his body faced towards the vanity as he let the coffee drip into the single-use cups.

"Sleep well?" he asked, still not turning to face you.

"Did you?"

You watched his shoulders tense for a split second before he does, finally, turn to you, coffee in hand. He crosses the space between you in a step and a half and extends the cup to you.

You, of course, reach for it and, of course, do so too fast and knock the cup into your lap. Steve sputtered an apology for a moment before reaching to rip the covers off your legs. He twisted to grab a towel from the vanity and began patting down your thighs. In the frantic blur of it, you realized Steve was currently working his way up your inner thigh with a towel that was attached to his hand and you were barely awake.

"Steve," you said. He didn't stop his pursuit up your thigh and was now currently, just about, hovering over you.

"Steve," you repeated, stilling his hand on the inside of your thigh, and finally met his eye, noting as his eyes flit between yours and your lips.

"Sorry," he said, not making an attempt to move.

"S'okay," you mumbled, butterflies taking flight in your stomach and landing on every inch of your skin.

"Are you okay?" His breath was tickling your nose by now.

"You're not moving away." Your heart was hammering out of your chest by now, and you were pretty sure he could hear it. (Super soldier hearing? Is that a thing?)

"I..." The only sound was your mingling breathing for a moment. "I don't want to."

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

His lips were feather-light on yours at first, soft and lingering. Maybe that's why his teeth on your lip made you yelp, and maybe that was why Steve groaned into your mouth before hooking an arm under your knee and hoisting you up the bed, settling his hips between your legs.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, eliciting soft moans from him as your nails scraped his scalp, so you did it again. His lips moved over your skin, down your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he moved his hands over your waist. You watched as his head moved down your chest, a hand coming to rest over the strap of your tank top. He toyed with it for a moment, his other hand slowly inching the hem to expose your stomach.

Cerulean eyes met yours. "Okay?"

You nodded vehemently.

His hands lit firecrackers on your skin as he pushed up your tank, his mouth immediately attaching itself to your exposed breast. Your breath hitched in your chest, hands clawing at his shirt in a desperate attempt to undress him.

His shirt and your shorts were quickly discarded onto the floor next to your tank as your fumbling hands reached to his waistband with the intent for them to join the growing pile on the floor. A gentle hand came to cover your wrist, and you opened your eyes to see Steve kissing farther down your sternum, your stomach, your hips.

His breath was hot on your exposed core. Tiny kisses were placed on the inside of both your thighs, like matches being lit in the dark. You were covered in him all of a sudden, covered, covered, covered in his breath, in his skin, in his existence. And when he buried his nose in your folds, you wondered if he was covered in you as well.

His lips sang against your most sensitive area, pushing a finger or two inside you and then slowly curling until your back arched off the coffee-stained sheets. You were breathless, enthralled in every sensation Steve was able to seep from your body. His name fell off your lips in a series of pleas that you were, at present, woefully unable to distinguish. All you know is that it spurred him on, if his own moans were anything to go by.

Release quickly closed in on every inch of you, a glass being filled until it finally, finally tipped over and spread over every inch of you until you were writhing against his face.

Kisses were once again being placed all over your body, until Steve’s nose nudged you and his mouth found yours once again.

“You taste like honey,” he whispered into your mouth.

You whimpered against his lips, hands grasping at his neck, his hair, his waist.

“Okay?” he asked, his own hand moving towards the waistband of his sweats.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, yes, oh my god, yes.”

His hips rolled against you, a trembling wave breaking as you felt his head push into you. It knocked the air from your lungs, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and burrows your face in his shoulder as he set up a relentless pace, pounding into you with everything he could. You were flooded with ecstasy before finally cresting, a kaleidoscope shattering inside of you before the pieces fell and covered you. Through your high, you felt Steve’s hips sputter against yours before spilling into your core.

There was nothing but your shared breaths for a moment, your head still buried in his shoulder. He relaxed you into the pillows, his lips finding a path over your cheekbone. He eased out of you, grabbing another towel to clean between your thighs. He laid back down next to you, gathering you into his arms until you were laid over his chest.

“This okay?” he asked, his voice as gravelly as you’d heard it that morning.

“Yes,” you sighed, tracing a finger over his skin. You shifted to gaze up at him, silently memorizing every line and dip of his face.

“Why had we never crossed that line before?”

You thought for a moment, his question taking you a little off guard in your still-tired, post-orgasmic state. It was a line you’d crossed. That line you’d been tiptoeing with looks cast the other’s way that always lasted a little too long, and comments that could have way too easily been taken out of context. That line that Nat and Sam had found each other crossing in an attempt to soften the sting of being on the run. That line that stopped you from finding comfort in one another, when the nights stretched on and on and people seemed like the worst type of creature in the universe.

“You’re a stubborn asshole.”

He laughed heartily. “I’m the stubborn one?”

“For now.”

So you let yourself relax into him, savoring the touch of skin on skin. Of your breathing synchronizing. Of high-thread-count sheets kissing your skin just like Steve had, like Steve still was doing, punctuating each one with the giggle he drew from you.

He sighed for a moment before locking his eyes with yours.

"I don't know if I can-"

"Steve," you stopped him. "It's not about that."

You knew where he was going with it. How he would say some chivalrous shit about not being able to provide you with what you needed. It was true, though. It wasn't about that. Not when each night could be the last, and not when a larger fight loomed just around the corner. You knew you could both feel it. When you'd find Steve pulling out his burner and taking a quick glance at it, expression unreadable when he'd discover there were no new alerts and he'd shove it back into his pocket. Not when you felt sometimes like everyone had something to fight for, except you.

"I don't need anything but this," you whispered onto his skin, willing the words to tattoo there so just maybe America's Golden Boy would understand that he alone is enough.

"I can't give you the peaceful life you want."

"I never said I wanted that."

"But I know you think about it."

What, is he a mind reader?

"It's okay. I think I want it sometimes too. But-"

"But then you pull that phone out hoping time and time again it will ring."

You felt his chest lift with a sigh.

"It's okay, Steve," you said softly. His gaze wavered against yours. "This is okay. For now, this is what I need."

"This?"

"You."

Everyone coped in different ways. Natasha dyed her hair like the little sister she’d told you about one night after a bit too much to drink and a sappy feeling in the air. Sam had a stash of letters he was writing for his nephew who’d just been born. You saw him putting them away one time and asked him about it, and he told you about his home on a vibrant coast with his sister who he loved the most in the world, until she had his nephews, that is.

You’d spent the last year collecting postcards. It wasn’t much, but they were easily transportable. You marked each one with a date and a memory. The time in Nebraska when Sam had to try and flirt his way into the back room of a bar, but he just ended up with a scratch on his face from the ring the woman wore when she slapped him. Or when Natasha fell off a dock in New Zealand and took you with her, and you both ended up spending an hour swimming in the other side of the Pacific Ocean. Or when you were in Venice chasing down a dead lead and you looked at Steve in the setting sun and suddenly your heart felt like it might explode and jump out of your chest. You’d felt tangibly dizzy. You hadn’t shown anyone that one.

But you could stay here, like this, in Steve’s arms, an ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat lull you to sleep. And when everything else feels cold, when you feel like the world is turning its back on you, you can find peace in your friends, and in the arms of someone who makes you feel safe.

#pls enjoy whatever the inside of my mind looks like bc this is it #steve rogers x reader #captain america #steve rogers #marvel #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #emmmaswrites #18+ fic #mcu fanfiction

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daisies-write · 3 years

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that Illumi Flower short GUTTED me... thank u so much! 😭 can you do more illumi angst where he finds out hisoka cheated on him, illumi's rethinking his life and himself, and then he meets reader s/o who turns his life around?? sorry if that's too angsty you can ignore if you want <3

Ooooooooooooh!!! I personally am from the people who only see Hisoka-Illumi’s relationship as practical and not romantic so honestly it was fun writing all this in another point of view!! Also idk about this one piece honestly, everthing feels so OOC T-T I did my best. I hope you’ll like it nonetheless<3

-Yasu

Craziest

Requested by: anon

TW: mention of cheating but other than that just really OOC characters, i’m very sorry idk how to write qfstrydjukfytjdhrstgeqfz-

Writer: Yasu

Word count: 1923

To be completely honest, that was to be expected. This whole situation, this relationship, from its inception to its inevitable end, was incredibly toxic. A marriage only for the benefits of the death of the other and the benefits of death only, so where had he screwed up? When had he gotten so attached to this eccentric magician that it hurt - something he didn’t think he could feel for years now - upon learning he had fucked someone again?

It wasn't new anyway. Hisoka had never deprived himself of the pleasure of a drunken night out and it's not like he owed anything to anyone. This marriage was really just an arrangement and Illumi had always known it but things had changed, on his side at least. His feelings had somehow mutated very slowly, imperceptibly over the years spent with Hisoka. He wouldn’t say it was love, he didn’t know what it was anyway. Assassins don't need friends, let alone lovers, that was what he kept saying to himself that night.

The sky had darkened very quickly and Illumi had hung up on Hisoka who spend a good ten minutes to describe his latest follies with his new one night stand. The dark haired man didn't have the strength to hear his voice anymore and as strange as it sounded, Illumi was feeling exhausted. The streetlights were starting to illuminate the city and in the few minutes that seemed to last for hours, night had fallen and the nightlife of the big cities began.

The tall buildings, boulevards and shops had come alive, as they do every year during the approaching winter festivals; people wrapped in their warm clothes and sheltered under their umbrellas crowded happily. Some laughed with friends, some with family, some held hands in a small but beautiful show of love. and this whole, peaceful universe contrasted so much with Illumi’s in a nostalgic painting.

He walked along a street whose name he had forgotten, in a place he did not know, lost in his world which seemed even colder than the rain that pounded over his body. He had no emotions on his face, as always, but he thought. He had thought so much that he had come to question his existence, his being. “Who am I, what am I, where am I going? “

He strolled gracefully between people who never seemed to notice him; he was a shadow, a tiny piece of darkness that roamed against the walls as he walked tirelessly hoping to find a goal, some hint of nonchalance but in vain. The cold was burning his skin but it was nothing as his physical capacities were out of the ordinary, inhuman. So he didn't understand why you had stopped in the middle of your path, eyes wide open, worried. So genuinely worried about him.

“Sir, do you feel okay?” had you asked softly, while holding tight your umbrella.

Illumi saw no point in answering and didn't give you one more thought. He resumed his walk, thinking you would do the same. But where his physical abilities were incredible, your empathy and kindness were even more so, out of the ordinary, inhuman. Or actually, very much human.

“Sir, wait please!”

You quickened your step after him, and so he stopped and turned his head to watch your face, unphased.

“What do you want from me?”

You smile at the question. You didn't want anything from him: he worried you, that’s it. His gaze seemed so far away and so cold and as the burning match of pure love that you were, you refused to let it go like that.

“I just felt like you needed someone to reach out for you, for some reasons,” you said, a gentle smile playing on your lips.

Illumi didn't understand. To tell the truth, he didn't understand any of the words that came out of your mouth, nor their tone, nor their intentions. It was too sweet for his world, too foreign. He had never had real warmth and never felt the need for it but you were there and making your presence known as you see fit. So he just watched.

Your smile never left you as you carefully undid your scarf. Illumi was tall so you needed one jump and another to get it around his neck while he drowned in incomprehension. Your neck was cold now but you didn't care and lifted your umbrella higher in an attempt to cover Illumi's head.

“Can I buy you a hot chocolate? Coffee perhaps? ” you asked.

But Illumi wasn't listening to you, his eyes fixed on the scarf you had so gently forced around his neck. New questions had crept into his mind in a mad dance, a mix of emotions that overwelmed him in a heat he didn't know; he wasn’t feeling hot, just warm. Did you just burst the bubble of his world? Did you just made a little hole in it to blow hot air, and make him experience a part of the humanity he lacked? Could someone do this in a few seconds? Could you?

“Who are you?” he asked after finally catching one of his racing thoughts.

"Me? My name’s (Y/N)! ” you said. “So? What do you prefer? ”

You could.

“Why?”

You didn't mind his questions, you did know it might be weird to have a stranger come out of nowhere to put a scarf around you and invite you to a drink.

“Well, it’s better if you drink something you like, right?” you giggled. “And you have no coat, nor an umbrella and you’re wearing short sleeves! I figured out a scarf would be welcomed, haha! ”

Illumi was looking at you once again. He scanned your face, looked for an ounce of malice, possible betrayal, but found nothing. There were really strange people on Earth. He decided to accept, perhaps in the hope of forgetting his existential questions that he usually never had. Eyes black, dark and lost hovered over your frame thinking that perhaps wouldn’t be so bad to wait his next mission with someone. You weren’t sure why he accepted but you were glad nonetheless.

“Great! I know a perfect café not so far and I swear, their pastries are just delicious! ” You point to a café with warm appearances and decorated with Christmas garlands. “You’ll like at least one thing there for sure!”

You were right, the pastries were excellent and the room wasn’t too crowded. Illumi had kept the scarf on even while drinking his coffee while you smirked at him through the steam of your drink. He amused you with his perfect posture and manners.

"Do you come from a rich family?"

"Yes."

"Ah, I knew it!" You laugh. "What family?."

“Zoldycks.”

Your eyes widened for a moment and Illumi thought he had scared but you still laughed, still so sweet. You didn’t seem to mind.

“Wow! This is quite something! "

“Most people would have at least started getting nervous after hearing that, and yet you are laughing.” Illumi sighed. “I think I have something that keeps attracting crazy psychopaths.”

"I'm not a psychopath!" You pouted slightly and sipped from your hot chocolate. “And what do you mean by you’re always attracting them?”

“My husband.”

You bursted into intense laughter.

“Who- “you breathed sharply through your laugh. “Just who calls their husband a psychopath?”

“Because he is.”

And your laughter started again. Illumi calmly explained everything there was to know about his relationship with Hisoka. You listened eagerly, finding every detail fascinating. Illumi had a complicated life, but he never seemed to talk about how he felt. He told everything as one would recite facts, with the utmost objectivity. Illumi didn’t feel as if talking about his life was important but you seemed to enjoy it and he couldn’t care less about what you knew about him. You were weak so he didn’t have to worry and just went with the flow.

“It's a strange story. I hope you’ll figure everything’s out! ” you said once he finished talking.

You looked at the walls around you and found the story of your new acquaintance even stranger in a place like this. The walls were a beautiful honey color, the armchairs extremely soft, the dishes were delicate, the smells mingled in the air, the sounds were joyful, and the shadows on the floor danced to the rhythm of the candles. What a great place to tell such a horrible story.

"You’re crazy too, aren’t you?" said Illumi after a while of silence and a last sips of coffee. “Even crazier than Hisoka, I’d say. But you don’t particularly look like it, it’s just a feeling. I don’t know what is making me see you that way.”

You put your cup down, closed your eyes and breathed in one last time the smell of butter and cinnamon before standing up. You put your coat back on and picked up your umbrella.

"Because you're right, I am crazy."

His eyes never left your face now. He didn't expect you to be leaving so soon, or at least it seemed soon to him. When he checked the time on his phone, he surprised himself when he saw that at least three hours passed. You stayed three whole hours entertaining a stranger because his eyes looked weird to you and he couldn’t understand.

“Perhaps I am the craziest!”

“Perhaps. But why?”

You played with your fingers as your gaze turned dreamy. Illumi noticed at that moment that you were breathtaking. Your whole being was so different from his world of extreme violence, cold and burning from Hell. You had a good heart, a beautiful soul, a touch of idealism that was so peculiar to him. Any other day, and he’d find you foolish. Tonight, your foolishness was welcomed.

“I do believe that Humans are amazing and that the world is good. And because I so firmly believe this, I know I am crazy. ” You bite your lips. “For me, there’s no other possibility.”

“Even with people like me?”

“Especially with people like you,” you said. “You’re bad, awful even. But somehow you’re still human. And you still said yes to a bit of simple pleasure; a conversation and a coffee.”

You smacked your cheeks to make your embarrassment go away, still smiling.

“For me, it’s the proof that you aren’t that heartless, and that no one really is. ”

Once you said goodbye to him and left, Illumi started thinking again. For a long time. So long that the café closed and he had to be kicked out by the manager.

Outside, the rain had stopped but the cold was still there. The world seemed as dense as before, the sky still so dark, but the garlands of color were no longer annoying and the laughter of families and friends didn’t seem so loud anymore. Illumi realized that he was still wearing your scarf, that the taste of coffee still lingered on his tongue as the echo of your laughter in his ears and he hated that he liked it.

He lived in the craziest world that could possibly exist and it’s a person like you, a big idealistic as well as a little bit of a simpleton who had just decided and succeeded in turning his life upside down in a few hours and a drink, in a way that even Hisoka or anyone could ever do. And he hated that he liked it even more.

Maybe you really were the craziest. And maybe he wanted to see you again.

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danteinthedevildom · 3 years

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Ngl I’ve been thinkin over the brother’s fears stuff from the most recent (?) lessons (bc I’m a dirty cheat and saw spoilers so ofc I went and looked up as much shit as I could) and like,

Ok shovin thots under the cut bc it got long oop. Also bc spoilers but y’know.

1 - Lucifer thinkin the “light” (which is ofc God lbr) was his fear despite not fearin it at all is p. weird. Like there was no hesitation, no fear. He just looked at it and went “ew it’s you never thot I’d see you again” and killed it. So clearly that’s NOT his actual fear. Def. Simeon’s I think, like he says a lil later.

So either Lucifer knew it was Simeon’s and “claimed” it to save Simeon’s feelins or smthn or he legit figured it was his fear bc the only thing he could think to be scared of is the guy who threw him out.

Which like. Is such a fuckin non-answer re: his actual fear (tho he did say once goin back to the Celestial Realm was his “greatest fear” or smthn so maybe that’s still true so they didn’t figure that bringin it up again’d be that fun), but is interestin bc it says a lot abt how he sees God.

Like. He got beat and kicked out and had his sister (almost) killed, but he’s still got 0 goddamn fear of his dad. Literal creator of everything God with a capital G don’t scare him. I figure bc he already did the worst thing he could’a done, and he survived that, so what else’s there to fear?

Tho it bein Simeon’s fear is... hm. Def. makes it sound like Simeon’s fearin seein God again. Either bc that’s just smthn any angel’d fear - maybe they only see God one-on-one if they’ve done smthn wrong so that’d be like seein your headteacher pop up outta nowhere, knowin he only comes outta the teacher’s room when you done fucked up - or bc he’s hidin smthn that makes seein God a really Bad Thing. Guilt or worries over some kinda sin?

I mean duh. He’s in love with MC. That ain’t a hidden thing anymore. He’s kissed MC plenty times and I think even said the L-word once or twice. That’s def. grounds to get murderised (as we know, RIP Lilith).

Also hella interestin in a metaphorical sense tho. Like, God’s a light. Simeon’s scared of somethin comin to light. Da-dum-tss, but what a hella cool way of showin that it’s a (technical) secret that’s got him all wound up.

2 - Mammon and Levi both fearin demon-form Lucifer is... understandable, but also kinda sad. Like, legit sad, not “wow ur so sad lol”.

Levi’s way of sayin it makes sense tho. Lucifer only goes full demon form when he’s hella pissed, or outta control. He’s so damn powerful he don’t need to go into that form often, bc he can handle p. much anythin without it - plus he’s just got a p. good control on himself, so no accidental demon-form slips.

Unless ofc he’s so fuckin angry that it just leaps out. We’ve seen it. He gets murderous, and boom - form’s out. Or, situation’s so damn dire it’s got him on edge, and boom - form’s out. Him bein in demon form’s never good.

But him bein in demon form and after them is even worse.

Makes me wonder tho. If it’d just been angry Lucifer, why’d Levi specify it as his demon form’s anger? He gets angry at them hella often, and Mams esp. is strung up p. much daily, so clearly they’re not scared of him bein angry at them.

It’s him bein angry at them while enraged. So either they’ve both pissed him off before bad enough that he’s gone full demon form, and whatever happened then was so fuckin terrifyin they’ve never recovered from it,

Or they know that demon form Lucifer is scary shit, and even tho he’s not gone for them like that before, it’s smthn they’re terrified of in principle. Like, you’ve seen your dad mad on the phone before, and he’s never yelled at you like that, but you know he’s capable of it and that’s terrifyin as shit bc what if you do smthn that pisses him off enough to yell at you like that?

A lil part of me leans towards the latter bc tho they were scared it wasn’t smthn Levi said as tho it’d happened. More like smthn he’s hypothetically scared of. Plus idk what times Lucifer’d be so pissed he goes full rage at them? His demon form’s only really come out when the family’s in danger. Even shit like Lotan bein summoned don’t usually end in a demon form Lucifer (I’m p. sure anyway).

3 - Ok so like who was surprised by this. Asmo’s beauty is p. integral to who he is. He’s nothin if he’s not beautiful, and that’s what I think scares him. Not the bein ugly, but that bein ugly means he’s not Asmo.

Means he can’t get the attention he needs, can’t be loved by ppl, won’t get all the adoration and affection - he won’t be popular. And Asmo hella needs to be reassured that he’s pretty and loved. It’s who he is and what his identity is based on.

Plus we’ve seen I’m p. sure a couple scenes where he’s been a lil worried/nervous abt if MC likes him for him. Beyond the beauty. He legit don’t think there’s anythin worth lovin if he’s not pretty, so ofc him bein ugly’s gonna be his biggest fear. Bc who’s gonna love him then.

4 - Also smthn no-one’s gonna be surprised by. It’s his whole sense of identity. That’s not gonna go away for him overnight, y’know? The fact that it was angel Lucifer, tho - not just, like, normal Lucifer - was a p. cool touch.

That’s his roots. Not Lucifer the demon - Lucifer the angel. That’s what he’s based on. Smthn he never was but was always part of.

He’s legit just the Lil Hal-Dirk connundrum which jfc that’s showin my fandoms huh. Is smthn that comes from smthn else its own unique person, or is it just a copy that’s always gonna get drawn back to what it was? How can it be original when everythin it is came from smthn else?

That’s a hell of an identity crisis. Even bein Wrath and bein p. physically different and even likin different shit’s not enough to stop that feelin of ig imposter syndrome? Or of just bein a fragment of smthn else. Esp. when you know everyone else’s their own damn being. No one can understand where he’s comin from bc his “birth” was totally unique. He’s not just, like, Lucifer’s son or whatever - he’s legit a part of Lucifer’s emotions that just got plopped out one day.

(Except ofc he’s not bc Lucifer knew he was different and felt him like a different presence for a while before the Fall but Satan’s got his memories and that’s kinda like bein someone anyway, ain’t it?)

So yeah, not surprisin, but also? I rlly hope he gets confident in who he is one day. Legit the idea that he’s still sittin there goin “who am I?” just hurts.

5 - This bitch got trauma. Lbr it was either gonna be Belphie or it was gonna be Lilith and we all knew that was comin. Beel’s still not over the death of Lilith and his “role” in it (bc survivor’s guilt is a bitch and he’s still thinkin “not being able to save two ppl in two different places at the same time” is a sin), so losin anyone else is gonna hurt him.

But bein the reason he lost them? Oh that’s gonna hurt him even more. Esp. with the blame he’s still puttin on himself. It’s one thing to be like the passive cause that someone died but bein the active cause? Even by accident? Poor Beel.

I don’t think anythin could’a been worse for him. That ain’t just a fear, that’s outright smthn he’s still strugglin with PTSD over. Like hell no shit he almost/did break down over it, that’s just shovin a trigger right in his face.

6 - Bein alone, bein abandoned, not bein able to find anyone in pure darkness. That’s... damn. Either that’s lingerin trauma from bein locked up in the attic, knowin that no one was gonna find him or could hear him (which, fuck, how much did he try’n call for his brothers to come get him only to realise no one was gonna come?), or smthn set up that fear before the attic and the attic just made it hells of worse.

Like that wasn’t just “bein in a room apart from ppl”, it was outright “not knowin where anyone is, or seein/hearin/feelin them”. Total sensory deprivation.

Oh. His worst fear’s not feelin anythin. That’s. Y’all.

Idk how to end this now I’m just big hurty thinkin abt the last two jfc. No wonder Belphie’s always wantin to be asleep next to smthn. “He sleeps better with someone there” no sir you just hella fear sleepin bc your sin’s legit exactly what you’re terrified of and havin smthn there’s the best way to fix it.

#obey me #danteintherambles #idk what to tag this as I got distracted like half way through lmao #Writin out this instead of figurin out homeschoolin stuff y'all know how it is

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mari-vargas · 3 years

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Ok so I’m sitting waiting for my car to get an oil change (yes…the alert popped up Monday afternoon…just a day after my whole tire adventure), and since I just told this story yet again recently (to my tow truck driver on Sunday) I figured I’d share one of my “when it rains it pours” stories about my car. This is the story I mentioned in the teaser/reminder post, about my car transmission.

So I was headed home from university for winter break one year, and I had my two cats and a friend from high school that wound up eventually following me to university. Wow I just realized how much I’d love to tell the story about this friend of mine, but it’s a whole thing in and of itself so I’ll get into that another time…maybe soon so I’ll make a bit more sense…idk it’ll be fine I’m sure.

Anyways, we lived about an eight and a half hour drive away from our university. We were about an hour and a half to two hours in to our drive, in an area looking just like any other on the main stretch of the journey and I had no clue where precisely I was. All of a sudden, my car started making a weird noise. I’m not even sure I can describe it, but I absolutely will still recognize it to this day and am terrified of hearing it. When my tire was about to blow out it started making a similar noise and it’s only because it was missing the next few things to happen that I didn’t freak out as bad as the first time my battery died. ANYWAYS after it started making a sort of…clunking sound, it started revving (which I will be perfectly honest, happens sometimes with my car especially going at higher speeds with resistance like air or a slight incline or a slight decline), but the next two things were especially weird. The needle on my rpm meter started hard swinging back and forth like a pendulum on a grandfather clock even though I was keeping a steady pressure on my accelerator…and then my acceleration started rapidly declining.

I was in the far left lane of a three lane section of the freeway, and I was rapidly decelerating without any idea why or any ability to get myself to go faster. Also couldn’t find my hazard lights because it wasn’t in the same place as the car I had learned in. Anyways…somehow, miraculously, and with an awful lot of anger on other drivers parts (mostly towards the end because I was freaking out and didn’t just stop) I managed to get all the way over before the next exit, exited, waited at a light to turn left like an absolute dummy, and very very slowly made it into the parking lot of some sort of mall or shopping center thing. Where I then parked, and proceeded to freak the heck out. My friend was freaking out too and honestly I think I had more knowledge about what to do than he did, which considering the near white out panic I was in for at least a moment there is kinda saying something. I didn’t know what was wrong with my car. I tried to compare it to things I’d seen happen and just…didn’t know. My gas was full, the battery seemed to be working, tires all fine of course (don’t even remember if I’d even thought about tires at the time). All I knew was that my car had stopped accelerating at all. Maybe there was something wrong with my accelerator? I just didn’t know. It was out of my depth for what I knew how to deal with.

I started messaging everyone—texting because autocorrect could carry me through the worst of my hands shaking, fingers slipping, and eyes blurring which were all getting in the way of my ability to call anybody. I remember talking a lot with my sister, and a bit with my dad, probably even my mom at some point (who would’ve had a significantly leveler head and some more info than my dad). My sister meanwhile was talking and relaying information back and forth with my niece’s dad who was a mechanic at several points before and during the time we knew him (honestly don’t know if he currently was or wasn’t at that exact time but knowledge and skill like his doesn’t just go away). But whatever I’m amongst all that my sister was also the first to remind me about the AAA our grandma has gotten for all of her grandkids as soon as they start driving (yes, same grandma I travel with all the time. Makes sense, no? Always glad she’s able to do that for the five us).

So I call AAA and my friend is on the phone talking with his mom. My dad, knowing I could get a tow up to 100mi, sends me the address for a steak house exactly 100mi from the shopping center I was in (and had a decent sized parking lot for trucks). Tow truck pulls up, finds out I actually really am aiming for the full 100mi, calls his boss to get clearance for the long distance tow rather than the in town tow he was told he was cleared for because he didn’t want to pass us off to someone else since I guess he was sorta attached to making sure we got through this after hearing probably a full blown spiel from me, gets the OK and loads up my little red spark which I had cracked the windows of for my cats. We all hop into the cab of the truck and he goes and gasses up and as we’re pulling out of the truck gas station, I realize where I am. My car had died just past the exit I usually would stop for coffee at. Needless to say I was a bit superstitious after that and always stopped at that coffee shop either direction after that, whether I needed coffee or not.

So he tows us to the steak house a hundred miles away and it’s dark and the tow truck driver is concerned about leaving us in the middle of nowhere but I reassured him that I have someone with a car trailer on their way already. In case you’re wondering, that would be my sister’s coparent (here on referred to as B) with mechanic experience who would also fix up friends’ cars on the side and even had a couple of project cars.

So yeah we’re waiting there my cats are fine, frustrated over not being done with being in a car yet but seemingly understanding something unusual and out of my control had happened. It’s dark and around late dinner time. There’s a chain restaurant of some kind across the way, so my friend and I walk over there to get some dinner. Before that though, we had a talk because well…we’re wandering around in the dark. Now my friend, he’s tall like super tall and has a face that would at least warn away casual glances. However. He cannot throw a punch or literally defend himself in just about any way whatsoever. Me on the other hand, I unfortunately look like easy pickings. But I can throw a punch and otherwise escape an attacker and potentially help others get away too. So we had an agreement. He’d be there looking big and tough and warning away people, but if anything actually happened I’d be the one throwing fists and feet and getting us out.

I mean, we were fine. Got our food, got back to the car, no problem. But fact remains we had to have that conversation. Anyways it was another 2-4 hours before B showed up with the trailer. But show up eventually he did and he got us loaded up and into his truck (with my cats WITH me this time) and we hit the road, dropping my friend off with his mom at around 0100 and I finally made it home about half an hour after. He left my car on his trailer to get in the morning to take to the dealership.

So the dealership takes a look at it and says “well the transmission is completely dead, good news it’s still covered under the factory warranty.” It took a good while to be replaced but it was and again it was all on warranty.

Now I said “when it rains it pours”.

I could’ve just meant it was something major, out of nowhere right? But no…unfortunately, no. This was the winter break I’d been volunteering at that museum (have I mentioned this before? Eh….) and since I didn’t have my car I borrowed my mom’s. When I finally got my car back, we decided to keep having me use my mom’s car because I’d had to register it with security so they’d know not to charge me for parking. So my car sat in the driveway for the next…let’s say two weeks before I had to head back to university (again with my friend and cats in tow).

So it’s now I think the day before I leave and my dad takes my car to the grocery store and to gas it up for me while I’m working. Only…it doesn’t start. Or gives him problems or something I don’t even know the specifics. B can’t look at it before I have to leave, so we decide to just have my mom and I swap until spring. B came over maybe halfway through my drive and found a rodent nest in the engine compartment (rabbit or rat, we’re not entirely sure). Abandoned, but it looked like they’d chewed through some wires and other connectors to make room for their home. B got it taped together just enough for it to be taken back to the dealership to be properly fixed. It was.

BUT THEN (oh you thought it was over? Haha eh… almost)

It’s not quite spring break yet so my mom and I still have each other’s cars. My mom went to turn the key (on or off I honestly don’t know) and it broke. It was apparently a bit of an adventure for her involving at least three different shops but she got it replaced.

My little red car was running beautifully by the time I got it back 🤣

#story time #mari’s life #life after mari #car trouble #chevy spark #Chevy sparks are shop queens #shop queen #transmission #transmission died #when it rains it pours #stay safe #never go alone

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chaoticneutralwriter · 5 years

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Thirty Second Heartbreak

You think you’re doing pretty well for a human being who has to deal with two demonic entities in your life, to the point where you think you’ve become unfazed by them (maybe even prefer them over dealing with the arguably more trivial things in your life, like working customer service). But alas, you are still only human and humans grieve over the darnest things.

guardian demon! Jimin x reader

genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life, supernatural, aspects of slow burn

word count: 8.6k

Related works: see masterlist under guardian demon!jimin section

Story progression from Worlds Collide

A/N: Oh my God, the struggle to start this was fdskgh but probably because there was no way I could avoid a more ‘slower’ installment this time compared to the previous ones. BUT! All necessary! Don’t want to jump to the....exciting bits so soon. :D I hope you enjoy...while you can. (LOLL i kid idk i’m just gassing yall up).

The sound of the door unlocking, opening and then closing brings your attention away from your screen momentarily, spotting the familiar figure of Jaehee as she throws her shoes off, clearly disgruntled. You turn back to the video you’re watching just as she ambles over to your place on the living couch, collapsing onto the other end in a mess of limbs.

Taking out an earbud, you comment. “You look like you’ve been through hell.”

“Ugh don’t even get me started.” She groans back, rubbing at her temple before she spills her guts. “I’ve been trying to help Jason look for a place with his roommate since the place they’re renting now is so dingy. I don’t know how many viewings I’ve been to now but every time I think we’ve found a decent enough place, they complain about the stupidest thing!”

“Such as?”

“How it’s ‘too far’ from their school and work.” She air quotes it before squawking incredulously. “It’s literally a five minute bus ride away! How is that far?!”

You snort with a shake of your head. “Yeah, that’s like, nothing? What are they expecting, especially living in the city here?”

  “Exactly! Not only did they want to a nice, cheap place but somewhere close to one of the busiest parts of the city? Nah uh, not happening.”

“So? What are you gonna do about it?”

Jaehee lets out a heavy sigh, exasperation lacing her every word as she lets her head flop back against the couch. “They still haven’t decided on a place, and I’m making his roommate look for some himself but they got about half a month left to find one because the idiot—!” She interrupts herself by making a strangled, growling noise that expresses her restrained frustration (for her boyfriend or his roommate, you’re not too sure at this point), “Put in his notice already! Like I get you have to let the landlord know two weeks ahead of time but were they really that confident in finding a place by then?!”

You grimace at your friend’s predicament because it really does sound like a pain in the ass.

“You working any time this week?” Jaehee asks after a moment. You pause your video to think about it.

“Hmm, I only work this Tuesday and Wednesday. Why?”

“Let’s go out for lunch or something — check out some of the cafes I have saved from Instagram.”

You hum in consent; it’s been a while since you’ve been out (besides for work) anyways so you’re okay with a little outing. “Sure, how about this weekend?”

“Sounds good!”

“Have a good day!” You say cheerily, waving off the customer you just cashed out. As soon as they’ve walked away from your register, your smile immediately drops, eyes whipping to the time before immediately you’re pressing the button for the mic on your radio. “I’m going to take my break. The line’s dead.”

“Yeah go ahead, Alicia will cover you.”

“Thanks.”

You don’t hesitate to speed walk out from behind the cashier counter and beeline your way to the very back of the store where the staff lunchroom is, all the while dodging the few customers lingering in your path. You will not be stopped here if you can so help it. Punching in the code on the security pad in record timing, you fling open the door while tearing the earpiece off to place on the communal table then heading over to the fridge to grab the large iced latte you had bought before going into your shift today.

And thank god you did because you don’t think you would be able to make it through the day without it. It’s your first shift of the week and being that it fell on a weekday, the store isn’t so busy. It’s great on your part because then you don’t have to deal with talking to customers and putting up a fake smile but it makes for the shift, however short it may be, feel ten times longer than it is.

You’re only here for four and a half hours but you already feel like dying.

As you settle into a chair, you pull out your phone to scroll through your social medias as well as take the time to reply to messages in your group chat. You’re sipping on your drink when a sudden chill overtakes the room. Before you can so much as shiver, a voice nearly makes you shriek.

“So this is where you work? Man, how depressing.”

You nearly fall off your chair at how hard you flinched, managing to stifle your would-be shriek into a more controlled yelp. It’s only when you recover were you able to shoot the intruder a hard glare.

“Jungkook! What are you doing here?!” You hiss, trying to keep your voice down. The offending demon merely shrugs nonchalantly from across you, leaning back in his own seat in a very impossible way where he should’ve tipped over but he doesn’t.

“I was bored and decided to follow you — find out any of your dark secrets you might be hiding.”

“You know even Jimin doesn’t stalk me as much as you’re doing right now.”

“He’s boring; doesn’t know how to have fun anymore.” Jungkook sighs almost tragically as he gets up to stride around the room. You watch, a little thrown off by the juxtapose this demon-disguised-as-an-idol has to his surroundings. He’s got on a black hoodie that has bold white letters on the front that spell out Balenciaga, Kappa sweatpants and Puma runners; casual yet so bougie at the same time, it’s painfully obvious that Jungkook does not belong here, a lunchroom of a minimum wage job and that’s not taking into account his good looks either.

You sigh out in both annoyance at the scene and at Jungkook’s unannounced appearance.

“Look, I don’t have time to entertain you so I think it’s best if you —“

It’s quiet but you distinctly hear the trill of the lock pad being woken up and the numbers being punched in, announcing the arrival of a co-worker. You immediately clamp your mouth shut, eyes darting to see who would walk through the door. Not like it would matter because the more worrying issue here is that Jungkook has not left yet. The door clicks open and in walks Emily, a girl who usually helps out around the floor.

“Hey!” She greets you cheerily, none the wiser of the demon standing just mere feet in front of her.

“H-Hey…” You reply back, trying hard to be casual and maintain your attention on her rather than on Jungkook who’s grinning so widely, you think his cheeks would split. “Done for the day?”

“Yeah, thank god! I’ve been here since twelve.”

“Wow….but lucky you, at least you’re leaving.”

It’s currently seven in the evening, you started at five today and are scheduled until closing which was nine-thirty. You envy her for getting to leave, regardless of your otherwise short shift. Emily clocks out at the computer, taking off her work vest, walkie and headset, placing them back in the appropriate charge holders. It’s then that Jungkook decides to saunter over, silent as a ghost to peer curiously at the equipment and hover over your co-worker as she opens her locker to grab her bag and other belongings.

You try to grab his attention to get back, facial expression doing the talking for you but all he does is bunny grin at your cartoonishly angry faces.

“You’re part of the closing team today right?”

You instantly school your expression as Emily shuts her cubby locker, turning your way to head over to the wall hooks to grab her jacket.

“Y-Yeah. I hope we get out early since everyone’s been working on the go-backs as much as they can so cleaning shouldn’t be so bad…” Your voice comes out higher than normal, and though you technically have nothing to worry about (his demon visa only allows for you and supernatural beings to see him after all), it’s still hard to ignore a begrudgingly handsome 5’10” man. Actually, you think it’s even more frustrating because you’re the only one who can see him. And that doesn’t add to the fact that he’s being a total little shit right now — what is he doing with those radios? You try to subtly lean your head to get a better look but your co-worker speaks, pulling your gaze away from the mischievous demon.

“Yeah, it has been pretty slow too but you know how it gets when we’re just about to close; they all come swarming into the place out of nowhere.”

“Damn it you’re right….” You groan, the thought effectively distracts you from your demon problem momentarily. You let your head flop back, eyes looking skyward as if to pray to the retail Gods to have mercy. Emily pulls on her jacket, fixing it into place while slinging her bag over her shoulder to throw one last pitying look your way.

“Well, fingers crossed it doesn’t happen. I’ll see you—“

A piercing screech erupts in the room, causing both of you to wince and whip your head towards the rows of radios by the computer desk. Emily’s confused while you’re not impressed because she can’t see the stupid, wide eyed look Jungkook has on his face, mouth shaped into a perfect ‘O’ and looking like he just discovered the next best thing after Nutella, finger poised just inches from a walkie.

“Did someone forget to turn off their radio? That was a nasty feedback.” Emily remarks, shuffling over to take a quick peek only to walk away with a puzzled shake of her head. “Weird.”

“Y-Yeah…” You agree uneasily, shooting up from your seat and attempting to change the subject. “Weird—anyways! I should probably head back out there, get this done and over with.”

“Ha ha, yeah you’re right. I need to get going too; I’ll see tomorrow then!” Emily smiles, waving at you before she hurries out the door, finally leaving you to be able to openly glare at Jungkook.

“What did you do?!” You hiss, pulling on your own walkie and shoving your phone away into your back pocket.

“I don’t know! But it was cool!” He squeals, giddy as a kid on Christmas. It makes your head begin to pound and you just know that you’ll end up with a headache if you stay here any longer. But the conundrum here is that you don’t want to leave to finish the remainder of your shift, and not because you don’t want to work. No, you’ve found yourself a bigger problem.

“Look,” You say sternly, “I better not see you in and around the store doing…whatever the hell you just did there!”

“Hmm, can’t promise you that poppet.” Jungkook grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’m a free demon, tied down by no contract or mortal so you have no power over me.”

You huff, aghast at his declaration because you cannot have him running around causing a mess in the store (that’s more work for you!). Your mind races before the thought strikes you and you stick your nose in the air, challenging. “I’ll tell Jimin.”

You almost smirk in triumph at the way Jungkook’s snarky grin falters, eyes flickering as you see him consider his options and when you think you got him beat, he squares up again, mirroring your stance only it’s annoyingly more effective with his height advantage.

“Go ahead — I’ll have you know that he loves me too much to do serious harm to me.”

You don’t know if he’s bluffing or not but you really have no time for this; you already hear your manager asking if you’re back from your break yet over your headset. You answer that you’re on your way back out now before shooting Jungkook one last warning glare.

“Just. Leave. Or at least stay here!”

His only response is to continue to look like that meme of the cat with a knife pointed at it. Begrudgingly, you turn to leave, already feeling your blood pressure skyrocket.

You continue to work as the cashier for the remainder of the night, keeping up an impressive front that everything is fine and you’re not beside yourself with anxiety at the thought of whether that troublemaker of a demon had pity on you to leave you alone or not. So far, you’ve not heard a peep of any supernatural business coming from anywhere around the store. Your hope runs higher once the clock reaches nine and you only have half an hour left on shift to clean up with your co-workers before you can finally head home.

“Alright guys, how are you sections doing?” You hear your on-duty manager ask over the radio.

“Still got some stuff to put back.” Someone replies.

“Any up at the front?”

You turn your gaze from dumping the trash in the smaller bins by each register into the larger garbage bag, bringing up your mic to speak into, “There’s a couple of stuff here.”

“I’ll go grab them.”

Things were going pretty well, you manage to finish emptying the trash bins and as you’re tying the bag up, that’s when you hear it — a static noise coming through your headset but before you can make anything of it, it’s gone. Not a minute later you hear one of your co-workers, Daniel, say over the headset, “Stephanie where are you?”

“I’m in aisle 48, why?”

“Did you say you need help?”

“….No?”

A pause.

“….Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then who said they needed help then?”

You chime in after a moment of your own puzzlement. “No one said they needed help.”

“Yeah I didn’t hear anyone say they needed help.” Your manager adds in as well too. You see her coming up to where you’re standing by the return bins behind the register, shooting you her own pinched look of confusion. You can only shrug, just as lost.

“I swear I heard someone say they needed help….Or I’m going crazy.” Daniel responds, sounding unsettled. You honestly don’t know what to make of it either…..unless……

“I think the store might be haunted.” Your manager comments as she begins to unload the assortment of items left in the return bins.

“…..What makes you say that?” You ask nervously though the thought of a possible poltergeist isn’t what got you sweating.

“The last store I worked at, we actually had some unexplained things happen — all caught on camera by the way. Like, stuff being knocked over with no one there to cause it, or hearing people when there’s no one there just like now.” She says this all in a really light-hearted tone, even adds in, giggling, “Whenever we had to close the store, everyone would be so scared to go to the back by themselves; we would all just move in a group.”

You give your own stiff laugh, glancing out onto the store floor in hopes that a certain demon didn’t hear that and get any ideas. Your manager shuffles off with the items in a cart, off to put them back in their appropriate spots which allows for you to begin dragging the garbage bag and grab the handful of damaged items to put in the back. You nearly break out into a run to get these tasks done because your mind is set on another goal: find out where the hell Jungkook had gone off to.

You pass by Daniel who, on meeting your eyes, only shakes his head in disbelief, still not over what had just happened.

“I swear I heard someone….” He begins to defend himself and though you would’ve loved to validate him that it’s most likely true, you don’t for various reasons.

“I think that’s a sign that we should all go home soon.” You teasingly say instead. He laughs as you scurry past him to fling back the ‘Employees Only’ double doors, throw the trash bag by the door that lead out to the dumpster and deposit the damaged items in the designated racks. You swear you do it in record timing, you’re left slightly panting by the time you barrel out of the flapping doors of the back room area, but before you can begin to think of where one might find a demon lurking in a department store, you hear a loud crash.

“What was that?” Your manager asks over walkie.

“I don’t know, but something big fell over around aisle 50-56….”

You hurry on over to the scene of the crime, arriving fourth among your co-workers who had thought to do the same thing. From the end of aisles 52, you hear a very loud gasp, followed by a barrage of concerned remarks.

“Oh my God, what is this even doing here?!”

“Didn’t we sell this?”

 “Okay, I’m low-key a little spooked and it doesn’t help that this was the Halloween decoration.”

Sure enough, your eyes travel downwards to see a massive dark shape lying on the ground. Once you’ve approached the group, they’ve already propped it back up again to reveal that it was a six feet tall witch, abnormally pallid face haggard and twisted into a wicked, gnarled grin, complete with rows of sharp teeth and wispy, long white hair. You grimace, metaphorical hackles raised as you stand at a safe distance away from her outstretched, clawed hands. You’re not a big fan of anything horror to begin with, but at least before, you would’ve still been assured that this was just a mannequin-like, overgrown store centrepiece …..and not something that could possibly be possessed if given the chance.

That being said, your eyes nervously dart around but find no signs of the demon on the loose.

“Rachel, didn’t we move this to the back? What’s it doing out here still?” Daniel asks your approaching manager on duty.

“I….thought so too?” is her puzzled reply. She does a once over on the witch, trying to think of whether or not maybe the other managers have forgotten about it and had left her here in the corner to rot but it all doesn’t seem plausible; the store is very strict on moving out seasonal items once the occasion is over and Halloween was well over at this point.

After coming up short on an explanation, Rachel shrugs, “Either way, we have to move it to the back. It doesn’t belong here anymore. Anthony and Daniel can you do two do that while we do final touches?”

“Sure.” 

“Yeah.”

Your two male co-workers go to grab a side on the witch to lift her up but as soon as they touch her, she comes to life, shrieking and cackling while waving her arms around and everyone present find themselves shrieking along with her.

“OH MY GOD!!!” Stephanie wails, hand pressed over her heart. “I NEARLY FUCKING DIED!!”

You can’t voice your own agreement with her, too preoccupied trying to calm your own racing heart after nearly jumping into the shelves of clothes behind you. Amidst the loud complaints of the near death experience, you faintly hear another set of cackling that wasn’t coming from the witch. Rachel eventually reels everyone back in once everyone’s general panic has died down to hearty laughs. The boys get set back to the original task and the rest of you were given the duty to put back the remaining straggler of items from the return bins earlier.

But once again, not even a minute goes by before you hear another startled shout coming from back room.

“Guys everything okay?” You hear Rachel ask over walkie.

“Oh my God, I think this store might actually be haunted!” Daniel’s voice cuts through, pitch a tad high from whatever encounter he just had. “The lights just turned off in here, we’re leaving right. NOW.”

You distantly hear a swoosh of air from the force the back doors swing open, followed by a garble mixture of nervous laughing and rapid talking.

“Okay guys if everything’s fairly clean then we can definitely head out now and put the remainder of the stuff back early morning.”

You check your watch and see that it’s 9:15, which by your work standard is a way early wrap up time for a closing shift — but you’re not about to complain. You’ve got a demon to catch and the faster you get out here, the better. So you race back to the lunchroom where mostly everyone was already gathered, taking off their headset, vests, and clocking out on the computer before grabbing their things from their cubby lockers.

“You need to get a priest in here and bless this place or something Rachel.” Daniel half jokes but you think underneath it all, he’s actually pretty serious. Everyone else seems to agree and you can only offer a wry smile, not sure if that would actually keep Jungkook away from causing any more trouble, or if an exorcist is a better option. Either way, everyone seems more antsier to leave than usual, even if they seem like they’re not taking these supernatural activities too seriously. You all move out of the lunchroom in a group, hastily making your way to the front entrance in hopes that you don’t encounter any more spooks. Your manager reaches up to the panel by the sliding doors, punching in the alarm code with speedy fingers and once the initial beep has sounded, she pulls open the doors and everyone goes rushing out into the cool night air.

“Goodnight everyone!” You hear a chorus voices call out and you return your own before you start making your way to the bus stop, bag strap clutching tightly in your grip. You arrive to the little shelter, huddling yourself into the seat in the farthest corner, leg bouncing in a mixture of impatience and jitters. Naturally, you swivel your head to either side of you to check on your surroundings but find that no other soul to be approaching or presently with you. You swallow, breathing out deeply while rolling your shoulders a little to finally settle back in your seat. Maybe Jungkook got bored after everyone left the store, off to find some other unfortunate being to —

“Y/N!”

“GYAK—GOD!”

The brunette throws his head back to let out a boisterous laugh, leaving you practically clinging to the bus advertisement panel for dear life. After a few breaths, you shake yourself from your frozen state to shove Jungkook by the shoulder. He only continues to laugh, clutching his sides and curling up on himself.

“You—! That was you in the store wasn’t it?!” You accuse right off the bat, eyes glaring as he calms himself finally to breathy giggles. Once he’s reigned in those too, he looks at you square in the face, dead serious.

“No, it was bloody Mary, come back to take revenge because you didn’t let her use her coupon six times.”

Your mouth hangs agape, so caught off guard by his answer but when it actually registers, you wheeze. Now it’s your turn to throw your head back and laugh. Vaguely, you remember that you probably look really crazy right now because no one other than yourself can see Jungkook, sitting beside you but you don’t care; it’s late and if anyone has caught sight of it then all the more reason for them to leave you alone, just like how you want it. Eventually, you calm yourself, catching your breath and with a sniffle, you half-heartedly slap the demon’s arm.

“You’re awful.” You say weakly, failing to keep the lingering mirth out of your voice. “You didn’t have to scare my co-workers and in turn, me, half to death.”

“But it got you out early, didn’t it?”

You go to argue but find that you can’t. Jungkook sees and isn’t afraid to let you know he’s got you beat with a smug smirk and quirked eyebrow.

Well played, you think, well played.

The weekend couldn’t come any sooner and you find the joy in not having to set up an alarm all the more sweeter. It puts you in a better mood knowing that you can finally sleep in and wake up when you actually feel rejuvenated enough. Which is why you’re feeling more energized to be out and about with Jaehee as you two make your way to one of the cafes she had bookmarked. It took a bit of searching (the cafe, evidently enough, was located on the other side of the plaza you were in, facing out towards the busy roads rather than grouped together in the inner circle like the rest of the other establishments), but you were settled into a cozy cute booth of the aesthetically pleasing cafe, iced latte and an assortment of fancy pastries to try out in no time.

You and Jaehee catch up for the first couple of minutes while sampling the little cakes in between conversations. After you finish two of the four you both bought, you ask Jaehee about her impromptu real estate agent job she’s taken on for her boyfriend and his roommate. Instantly, she lets out a groan of irritation at the mere memory of it.

“God, it’s still a mess. I actually have a scheduled viewing later today; I was wondering if you’re okay to tag along. It won’t take long.”

You nod your head, sipping on your latte. “Yeah it’s fine, I don’t got anything else planned for the day.”

Jaehee nods, slouching in her seat a bit as she pulls out her phone. “Good, I might just need the moral support. Like, the roommate was also supposed to come too since Jason’s at work and because, well, he’s the one looking for a place right?! But ugh! He’s like, ‘I’m too lazy’. I’m ‘bout to drag his ass if I have to at this point.”

“Gosh, you’re honestly doing the most right now and I don’t even know what for.” You say, frowning at how this situation sounds to be more and more of headache the more she talked about it. That’s what you kind of admire about Jaehee; she’s willing to go through such lengths for the people she cares about the most but at the same time, you really wished she knew when it starts to get too ridiculous. Even if he was busy with work and school, Jason or at least his roommate should still try to make an effort in apartment hunting instead of leaving it all to Jaehee (regardless of any amount of compensation that was probably offered).

“I know, it’s because they think they can get a place so easily when it comes down to it but it’s not. Like, we were lucky enough to score the place we live in now but that was before the housing market really went to shit.” She says, firing off a text message (most likely to her boyfriend’s roommate). “I honestly would’ve left it up to them too but….” Jaehee grimaces with a shake of her head. “Some of the places his roommate sent to me to check were so sub par for the offered price, like, you can get a much better place for the same price and also if they’re willing to dish out another $75 on top of their budget.”

“Huh.” You reply, not sure what to say to that but also thinking that the whole situation speaks for itself. You’re low-key glad that it’s not you that has to deal with this all, considering the fact that you have enough on your plate. On second thought, you think crazily enough, having to deal with two demons doesn’t seem so bad compared to what Jaehee’s doing — at least they leave you alone for the most part, save for Jungkook’s random bouts of shit disturbing but overall, they’re not bad company; just enough spice to your otherwise mundane life. The notion makes a wry smile begin to tug at the corner of your lips.

“By the way, how’s it going with Julien?”

“Huh? Wh— Oh! Yeah, Julien….Um…Good? I guess?”

Things have been….interesting between you and Jimin. He still goes out nightly to do….God knows what but you’d rather remain ignorant to whatever demonic activities he gets up to but when he does come around to pester you, it’s very much ‘the usual’; a lot of bickering and pranking (mainly on his part) where often times it leaves you fuming and red-faced and him smirking triumphantly or in a fit of giggles. Despite your indignation though, you surprisingly don’t mind it….that much. It’s a weird push and pull with you two, where even though it seems like he shows up just to judge your choices, poke fun at your human first world problems, you’ll still be able to find him standing at the end of your street, waiting to walk you back home after a late night shift so that you don’t have to face the convenience store corner alone without fail. On the rarer occasions, you’ve caught him humming parts of the ‘The Truth Untold’ during late night showers where you wake to get yourself a glass of water and the first time you did, you had stood in the hallway, completely mesmerized (you told yourself it was the good acoustics, you know, to help you sleep at night).

A puff of air releases from your nose quietly, unconsciously; the beginnings of a chortle bubbling up in your chest as you muse about your aloof guardian demon who looks like your idol crush. He’s started out to be such an anomaly, a disturbance to your normalcy, but now, you’re starting to see how interwoven he’s become in your life — settling into an empty space you hadn’t quite noticed until now and making it into his own.

“Uh…Y/N? You okay?”

“Huh….?”

“You like, spaced out on me.”

“O-Oh…Sorry, was just thinking about something…”

“Julien….?” Jaehee teases with a waggles of her eyebrows.

“Oh my God, you’re annoying.”

Jaehee only laughs, scooping up another forkful of the pink decorated cake. “We should finish up here and get going, I’ve finally convinced Jason’s roommate to get his lazy ass up and go to this viewing with us so we gotta go meet up with him.”

“Yeah, sure.”

You both finish off the rest of the cakes and you your latte before leaving the cute little cafe. After a quick subway ride, you arrive in the area where Jason’s university is; a hub of students walking around either on campus or around the neighbouring streets leading to downtown. You and Jaehee head off in the direction where a small residential area is located by the school, just a block around the corner, an admittedly convenient place to live in for those attending the school but also understandably not the best of living spaces. Right off the bat, you could tell that this is a very old neighbourhood, one that has probably been around since the building of the university. Many of the small bungalows look cramped beside each other with their collective, muted grey, brown and off white colour schemes, facing out with even smaller yards with overgrown lawns and low chain linked fences, all rusted and has seen better days.

Subsequently, Jason’s place falls in with the monogamous look the neighbourhood has taken and you can’t help but grimace when you and Jaehee step up the small wooden patio of the front entrance, noticing how badly chipped the white paint is. It makes you wonder if the interior is as dismal as the exterior, and if that was the case, then you can see the reason why they would want to find a new place despite how convenient the location is.

Jaehee gives the doorbell a ring, quickly growing impatient as a minute passes and your third companion doesn’t answer the door. You shift idly in place, but then decide against it as a loud creak gives off from the old wood — best to stand still lest you wanted the entire patio to give out on you, seeing that it very well may if you so much as sneeze on it. You both wait a bit more until finally you hear shuffling from inside and the locks click, door finally swinging open to reveal what you assume to be Jason’s roommate.

Personally, you’ve never met him until this moment but you can’t help being a little bemused; the guy looked like he straight just rolled out of bed and put on the nearest clothes he could grab.

“Took you long enough Henry.” Jaehee snaps, already heading back down the steps towards the little driveway. You follow after her without so much of a word or second glance at the male to see if he would follow.  “We need to start heading to the viewing, it’s literally just down another block across the street.”

“I just got up…”

Well that solves that mystery, you think wryly. You stop by Jaehee’s side as she stands at the end of the driveway, looking back to see Henry locking the front door and closing the screen one in front of it afterwards. He shuffles on down in his sweatpants and university hoodie, ball cap on over his head to no doubt hide any unruly bed hair. It makes you glance down at your own outfit for the day through the lenses of your shades, it’s one of those days where you’re actually coordinated and looking pretty cute, if you do say so yourself (self pat on the back).

When he finally catches up to you, Jaehee takes the time to formally introduce you. “This is my bestie and roommate, Y/N.”

“Hello, nice to meet you.” Henry greets, offering a small smile. You return it with a simple hi and a small wave before Jaehee ushers the both of you to start making your way. The weather is nice and clear, sun beaming in a fairly cloudless sky but has yet to reach the point where you can feel the heat bearing down on you. A perfect temperature where it’s not too hot, not too cold and all you need is a light jacket. The air feels fresh, promised with the coming of spring soon along with the budding of leaves sprinkled on the branches of the trees you pass by. You inhale deeply, enjoying the breeze and the way the sunshine makes everything seem a little more vibrant.

You take it back when you reach the so-called apartment. Well, you had expected it to be an apartment but it’s another one of those small bungalow houses, the only difference is that this one is a lot better kept on the outside; grass trimmed with a small garden and even had an overhang on the side that separates the garage, leading to what you assume is the backyard. You spot a figure standing on the sidewalk just outside the home, in the middle of stubbing out a cigarette. It made you and Jaehee pause to look at each other, wondering if this is the owner waiting on you to arrive. It’s Jaehee that speaks up first.

“Hi there, we’re here for the viewing…?”

The man turns, lanky with a scruffy beard, dressed in a plain grey t-shirt and jeans with a baseball cap. He gives you both a wry smile.

“Funny, because so am I. It seems that the guy is showing someone else around right now.”

“Oh! Okay…”

And so you have no choice but to wait around outside until the person who had arrived first was finished with their viewing. It doesn’t leave much for you to do, and you find yourself pulling out your phone to scroll idly through your social medias. You get pulled into conversations with the other two but for the most part, Jaehee and Henry are discussing about other possible viewings they should see with Jaehee pushing Henry (and through him, Jason) to get some of the required paperwork when signing the rent for a place (i.e. credit scores).

You’re bored by the time the man in the grey t-shirt gets his turn. Sighing, you tuck your phone back into your pocket and glance around, actually seeing more people approaching the home most likely for a viewing as well. As your eyes scan over the patrons, they lock onto a figure standing right across the street from you, casually leaning against a lamp post, staring right at you through their own pair of dark shades. You had to lower your own to make sure you weren’t seeing things but nope, there he is, in all of his dark denim glory and you just know he’s smirking (honestly when is he not). Before you can even sputter, you see him reach into his back pocket, pulling out his phone and fingers making quick work on it. Not a moment later, your own phone vibrates.

It’s only then that you tear your gaze away to avoid looking suspicious (or crazy, who knows; you can never tell if you’re the only one who sees him or not), pulling out your own phone to see a text notification. You swipe your lock pattern, quickly tapping to open the message.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

You hate how you just read that in his voice, teasing lilt spot on. Your fingers fly to reply back.

“I should be asking you that, aren’t you allergic to the sun nowadays?”

Instinctively, you glance back at him to see his reaction but should’ve known to be disappointed because he only coolly inclines his head downwards to read your text off his phone before you see deft fingers work on a reply.

“I’m a demon, not a vampire. Besides, what is this haunting of a department store I keep hearing about going around?”

You suck in a breath, glancing up nervously to see if he’s caught wind (being a demon and all). You duck down when you catch sight of the those dark shades locking onto you, even when you can’t even see his piercing eyes behind the lenses. You could only hope your own shades hide the way your eyes shift briefly with unease.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but considering the fact that I have a literal guardian demon, this shouldn’t even be that concerning?”

“Y/N! It’s our turn now!” Jaehee calls, pulling your attention away from the demon.

“Oh, yeah coming!” You scurry after the duo who had walked up the length of the driveway to meet with the agent doing the viewing. He introduces himself, shakes all of your hands and then leads you under the overhang to a door on the side of the house. Upon opening it, you realize that the space up for rent was the finished basement of the home, not the actual house itself as the door leads to a pair of stairs going downwards and straight into a small, tiled kitchen. It’s simple, open spaced with two bedrooms (one on each side of the living room area), one bathroom down the hallway leading from the kitchen and a laundry room. It’s adequate enough for two male students to live in.

Jaehee seems to think the same, nodding her head in approval as she directs Henry to ‘take a good look’ around. You hang off near the entrance seeing as how you’re just here for the shits and giggles, which allows for you to resume your conversation with Jimin. When you pull out your phone, you see a string of messages.

“You’re funny doll but you’re not dumb.

This has Jungkook’s name written all over it.

So have you been talking to that brat? I thought I told you not to.”

You roll your eyes, shooting off a reply.

“Hey man, he’s the one who follows me. Not like I willingly go out and look for him.

If it bothers you so much, then why don’t you just do some demon voodoo magic to ward him off?”

You don’t get an immediate response and it makes you smirk triumphantly for once. Yeah, you know him by now that whenever he brings up Jungkook and how you should stay away from him, his tone never gets stern enough to where he would personally go out and burn the younger demon with hell fire. In fact, you want to go as far as to say he’s using Jungkook as an extension of keeping his eye on you without actually having to constantly shadow you. You don’t mind, but you still find it funny that as loathing as he seems to be of his junior, Jimin undeniably has a soft spot for him…. or at least some semblance of trust, which is a good sign right?

Your phone vibrates and you glance down to read the new texts.

“What are you even doing there anyways? Don’t tell me you’re downgrading….

Please don’t.

No offence but this house looks ugly and I just saw you go through a side door that leads down to the basement of it.

That’s never a good sign.”

You actually snort to yourself, smile wide on your face as you go to reply but then back track a couple of times, debating on whether or not you should take this opportunity to mess with him. Unfortunately before you get the chance to decide, Jaehee, Henry and the sales agent are shuffling over to where you’re standing, looking about ready to leave.

“So I will definitely send you the paperwork that you need to fill out through the email you gave me and if you have any questions, feel free to email me as well.”

“Sounds good! Thank you so much!” Jaehee smiles, nodding to the agent before turning to you. “We’re ready to go, sorry if you got bored.”

“Nah, it’s all good.” You reassure as you follow her out with Henry. When you emerge back outside, your eyes instinctively go to the lamp post where you last saw your guardian demon, but find that he’s no longer there. Figures.

You shrug it off (you’ll probably see him later tonight anyways), turning back to Jaehee who’s talking to Henry about how they should take the place because this is the best one she’s seen so far in terms of meeting their requirements. Henry nods, seemingly agreeing with her and says he would let Jason know about it. The look of relief washes over your friend instantaneously and you just know that she’s glad that this headache will be settled once and for all.

“Make sure you tell him! You guys seriously only have less than half a month left before you get evicted!”

“Okay, okay!” Henry’s smiling good-naturedly, clearly not letting that looming fact dampen his spirits. It’s commendable because if it were you, you would be a hair away from a mental breakdown. His easy-going response makes Jaehee’s smile falter a little and you can only send a helpless sorry look to her; seems like she’s not quite out of the woods yet.

“Anyways, we’re gonna head home now since all of this has made me tired so bye.” She’s turning away in a huff, not so much as another glance at Henry. You smile awkwardly, sending a hesitant wave before following after your friend.

“I swear to God they better take that place like, I’m so over everything.” You hear Jaehee mutter under her breath as she rapidly types out a message, probably to Jason because you get the feeling that she’s lost faith in Henry to do something as simple as that.

“I think it’s a pretty good place for them too. And it’s only slightly farther from where they live right now anyways so there shouldn’t be any commuting ‘problems’.” You add in half to placate her and half in honesty.

“Exactly, and the rent is around what they pay for already.”

Your discussion carries on to Jaehee telling you about the places she has seen in the past weeks (quote, ‘it was the saddest and dinkiest place I’ve ever seen’) to how she’s also received some pretty shady emails from landlords about possible viewings. You make it back home in no time, the both of you taking off into your rooms to change into something more comfortable as well as wipe off all your make-up. No sooner had you closed your bedroom door and flopped back onto your bed, flinging your bag and sunglasses off to the end of your bed, completely worn out for the day did a familiar face pop up to hover over yours, brown eyes looking none too pleased, arms crossed. It’s then you realize he’s lost the dark denim jacket you last saw him in, revealing the simple black fitted t-shirt underneath, which showed off nicely toned biceps. His sudden appearance had made you flinch in surprise, but find that you’re too tired to care, settling back into your mattress unperturbed.

“You never answered my question.”

“Hello Jimin, I’m doing great too.”

“Not funny. I need to know so I can make sure I won’t be caught dead going into a shack of a house.”

His words make you perk up, giving him a cheeky look. “So if I said I was downgrading, you’ll move out?”

The words fly out of your mouth before you even register what you just said. For a fleeting moment, Jimin’s face takes on an unreadable expression but it was enough for a dull ache to start blooming in your chest and in its centre, regret. It was meant to be a light-hearted, teasing jab, like the ones you always engage in with Jimin but you find yourself wanting to backtrack because, even when you won’t admit it out loud, you don’t actually mean it. Besides, it’s not like you see him on a daily basis to begin with, so you’re not particularly sick of seeing his face every day…. And last you heard, demons don’t need sleep so what’s the point in getting his own place when he won’t even use it that often?

You’re about a breath away from blurting out your own poorly constructed ‘psyche!’ moment when, in a blink of an eye, the air around him shifts, a dangerous gleam in his gaze. He moves slowly, deliberately, arms uncoiling like a snake ready to strike and it makes you tense up, effectively pulling you out of your head. His hands come down on either side of your head, caging you in as he lets out a dark, breathy chuckle.

“Oh, my darling Y/N….” He leans in close, voice but a low rasp that actually sends goosebumps along your skin. “Have you forgotten that it was you who bound your soul to me?”

Oh shoot…. By technicality, he’s right; as if you can even forget about the night you first met him anyways. You have no arguments there, and his smirk widens knowingly as he watches you chew on your lower lip nervously. You hate how you get the feeling that one of his favourite hobbies is making you squirm and when he catches you in those moments, he likes to milk it as much as he can. Point proven when he doesn’t let up in iterating his point.

“Or….” He continues purring with a languid tilt of his head, “Do I need to remind you so you won’t forget…?” He trails off vaguely enough to have your imagination running wild without your permission.

Like a nail in the coffin, your face instantly flushes, indignantly or from being extremely flustered — or maybe a combination of both. Either way, you feel like you wished the bed would swallow you whole but Jimin, ever so cunning and sly, always knows when to rile you up only to have it all come crashing down on you. It’s the same old trick, but you always manage to fall for it so his next words knock you right out of the spell.

“Besides, I know you’ll miss me too much to let me leave.”

Instantly, your face morphs to one of disgust, the teasing tone that replaces his seductive one acts like the bucket of cold water you had desperately needed.

“You’re insufferable.” is the only thing you can manage to seethe out but it comes off more of a pout, cheeks still burning strongly. His face breaks into a huge grin, eyes disappearing as he throws his head back to laugh, finally easing off on you to a comfortable proximity but still keeping his hands firm on either side of your head. You choose to petulantly turn your face to the side, refusing to be subjected to this humiliation any longer.

Thankfully the chiming of your phone allows you that moment of escape, hand eagerly bringing up the phone to address the notification and when you get a glance, it nearly makes your eyes pop out. Faster than you thought possible, you whip into a sitting position and it’s only thanks to Jimin’s inhuman reflexes that saves the both of you from causing each other’s concussions.

“Woah, if that was your plan on trying to kill me, you’re gonna have to do better.”

You ignore him in favour of the news you received in your group chat in the form of a video trailer. More specifically, a trailer for BTS. Concert. TOUR. DATES.

You’re silently screaming, heart pounding so hard you think it might explode out of your chest as fingers tap furiously to open the link, all the while in your mind you are chanting;

Please let it be in my city, please let it be in my city, please let it be in my city, please let it be in my city, please —

Your eyes are laser focused, the new title track blasting through your phone’s speakers as clips of past concerts flit by in rapid succession. Bold words flash by in accompaniment with keywords being ‘BTS’, ‘WORLD TOUR’, ‘LOVE YOURSELF’. It all further adds to the buzzing live wire your body has become and it reaches the apex once you see the name of the first city and date flash across the screen. You swear you stop breathing.

Moment of truth.

Time seems to slow for you, but the names go by within seconds and then...the video ends.

It takes some time before you think you finally let out a slow, deep breath, the buzz dying out of you just as quickly as it had come like being on a roller coaster.

Your arms drop from holding the phone up so close to your face and you can’t help your heart from doing the same.

“Ah...So they’re going on a world tour....” You hear your guardian demon muse airily from beside you. “Aren’t you excited?”

Shoulders slumping, you bring your group chat to type back a response, saying the words aloud for him to hear as well.

“They’re not coming.”

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bioticmabari · 5 years

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Just so y’all’s thirst for drama is sated, here’s how friday went.

I got lost because I never verified my date location, ended up watching battle of the bands on a college campus, got free Monster??? Got free cotton candy???? I texted my date to be like ok haha this is fine but like... where are u and where am i supposed to be because i think im lost??? I start to cry bc I figure I would have seen him by now. He’s not responding to my text. I reread an older message and figure out where I’m supposed to be... and give myself a pep talk about not needing to fix my damn makeup so stobbit. Oh shit 15 minute walk to this bar and I don’t want to move my car from the garage so... So I start booking it across the campus bridge by myself towards the city. Then I find out he thought he texted me saying he got stuck at work, but was sitting in his drafts folder. Could we do another night? *sad trombone

And I’m like “oh” so I start walking back across the bridge. At this point it’s almost 8pm, it’s getting dark, and I’m by myself, so I’m like it’s okay I can go back to my car, head home, and at least I had a nice walk around the campus and a little outing where I got free food and drink. :) Little stressful at times, but still fun in itself. Well, I let it slip that I went to the campus bc I got confused and I’m near the bar, but it’s ok we can go out some other time. He’s like nah I’ll leave work now and come see you I feel bad you came all that way! So I’m like “fuck i ain’t walking back across this damn bridge again.” I get in my car and drive to the bar. I pass it twice before finding a parking garage down the road. The streets look busyish so I don’t feel bad about the 10 minute walk when I get out. I’m walking near a lady with her doggo so I feel pretty happy, crossing the street to avoid a rando dude who looks a little wacked out on my way.

So I get there and I don’t know if this is right, but goddamn it this is a bar and I’m at least gonna have a drink and if nothing else I’ll have gotten that tonight. So like I’m sitting there, feeling weird bc there’s some dudes across the bar looking at me, but i vaguely remember my date’s face from bumble so i’m like “hmm nope pls stop. uneasy peasy pleasy leavesme.”

I finish my drink, thinking “wow that was light.” A dude comes in and sits a seat away from me and he doesn’t look familiar at all. So I’m scrolling through my phone, looking at dumb shit on tumblr, looking at the comments on my silly bts fic and i get a message that he’s here. I look up at the door and outside, nada. I look around and I don’t see him. Keep scrolling. I think about getting another drink but idk. I kind of look up at the tv and then look over and the dude that sat down is looking at me and he’s like “oh hey are you Kristi.”

And I feel so bad that I didn’t recognize my own date. But there you go i Guess. I do my best to hide my goddamn shame by ordering another drink and the alcohol starts HITTING me, like, fuck I need to sober up because now I can’t just leave if it doesn’t go well. So I guzzle that second drink and am the most pleasant, outgoing, social butterfly bitch that I have ever been. I liked his company tbh. He was nice, but he didn’t leave a lasting impression. I might do a second date if he asked, but i won’t go pushing for it tbh. I think long term I need someone who’s gonna leave that impression, who’s gonna be a little shit and make jokes with me, someone who’s gonna be willing to go out of their own comfort zone for me, like I do for them. and i just dont think this is it. but that’s okay! it’s still an experience, and it’s not a bad one, so I’ll take it. I can grow and learn from it.

So we’re talking for a couple hours and it doesn’t feel like work, which is nice bc ive been on a date like that, where it’s like “fuck how do i end this? i want to leave this is painful.” but it wasn’t. it was chill. I was drunk. Speaking way louder than I would like and being cute af, so much that it made me super exhausted and gave me cute scratchy voice from talking about lots of silly shit and telling jokes.

So I’ve had 2 drinks and 4-5 glasses of water. It’s 11:30 and Im like fuck I need to go home. I am so drained. My energy is spent, and I need to go to bed fuck. goddamn. I’m sobered up. I’m good. I say goodbye and say it was nice to meet him, which it was. I give a big hug, not an awkward one like my last 2 date fails. like a really good, soft hug.

And then I’m out the door. 11:30pm and I’m walking the city by myself, not even an offer to walk me back safely. and im like... okay this is fine. The streets are like dead quiet now and I like panic a little, getting my best bitchface on, zipping up and hiding that cleavage, and power-walking in the better lit areas on my route back to the car. I call my friends so I’m not alone because my anxiety is flaring like crazy and I want to cry bc i’m so scared walking alone??? but like it’s okay because it’s all experience i tell myself. I’m walking fast, being as safe as I can, talking with my friends, and I had a decent time. I get safely in my car and drive home and I just think about my night.

It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t like the one date I was on where I was fucking beaming the rest of the night like a fool. I want that feeling. I don’t want a mediocre experience. I don’t want to settle for “he’s really nice I guess and it doesn’t seem like he will hurt me.” I want “I can’t stop smiling because I like you so much and I can’t wait to see you again, but also I want to tell you what a silly shithead you are??? and i like it???”

The consensus for me is that I keep searching. Someday I’ll get that D. Maybe that V. WHo knows??? it a mystery that im cool keeping open for now.

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Wildest Dreams

Word Count: 2.8k oops

Summary: Being Peter Parker’s love interest is one thing, but Tom Holland being a love interest for you in real life? That’s an entirely different situation. (Based on Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift)

Warnings: Fake blood in one of the scenes, cleaning of a fake wound, way too much pining, really bad writing, maybe one or two swear words? idk man it’s just bad

Note: Wow I finally posted after like ten years what do you know! Anyway, I edited this like 20 times and I’m still not super happy with it? But I did want to get it out to you guys so I hope you like it!

When you auditioned for a part in the second Spider-Man movie, you were convinced that you wouldn’t get it. However, it was only a month later when you got a callback, and only a few weeks after that did you find out that you had gotten the part.

Another thing you didn’t expect was falling absolutely head over heels for Spider-Man himself. The worst part? You were the love interest. The new girl in school who had brains and beauty, a little cliche if you were being honest. So you were meant to pretend to fall in love with Peter Parker, that was no big deal, right? That was true, but then Tom Holland had to be cute, funny, and smart. Not only that, but he was friendly and would hang out with you during breaks. So yeah, you were entirely awestruck.

Now, you were walking out of makeup and wardrobe, steadily making your way towards set. Today was a big scene. Spider-Man, beaten and broken, would have no where else to go when he was injured and find his way to your character, Annie’s, apartment. Annie would immediately freak out, not only because it was Spider-Man, but because there was a cut in his suit with blood dripping from it. The scene goes on, she fixes him up, and eventually she lifts up his mask just enough to kiss him.

So obviously, you were nervous. With every step towards the set, your heart would beat faster and faster. You took a few breaths before stepping into Annie’s room. Tom was quietly speaking with Harrison in a corner, his suit was on except for the mask and he had a coat on over it. It was absolutely freezing on set, so you didn’t find yourself blaming him for being bundled up. Harrison held two coffees in his hands, one presumably for Tom. As you got closer, you heard snippets of their conversation.

“Harrison, I’m not going to have a coffee before kissing someone. I think that’s just being rude,” Tom argued, his hands making grand gestures as he spoke. You walked over and propped an elbow on Harrison’s shoulder, laughing when Tom looked to you with begging eyes. “I mean c’mon, y/n. Do you really want to have to kiss me after I’ve had coffee?”

“I don’t really want to kiss you at all but, here we are,” You lied. You let a coy smile take over your face as Harrison just about fell over laughing, but he still managed to keep the coffees upright and safe from spilling. Tom scoffed at you and grabbed his coffee from Harrison’s hand. You then snatched it out of Tom’s hands. “Hey, I still have to kiss you either way, so coffee is out of the question.”

“Fine, fine. No coffee,” Tom said. You smiled at him and soon enough there was a call to get into places. You walked over and sat on your bed near the open window. A book was placed in your hand and a notebook to the side of you. As it was meant to be fairly late, you were dressed in a tank top and shorts with your hair up in a messy bun.

Once you got into place you heard “Action!” and immediately got yourself into character.

“Hello?” You heard a strained voice say, you jumped and turned towards the window. Your book was now braced like a weapon, ready to hit an intruder. “Hey, hey, it’s just me. Sorry,” Spider-Man said.

“Just you? You’re-“ You took a moment to look at him. He was holding his side and his suit looked dark and wet. “Oh my god, are you bleeding? Crap, let me just get some supplies okay?” You said your line and then walked out the door.

“Cut! Perfect, now let’s switch to y/n looking for a med kit in the bathroom okay? Places!” Jon called out. You got into the bathroom quickly. You took notice of the camera that was nearly right next to your face but shook it off, choosing to not think of the likely terrible angle. “Action!”

You started shuffling through every single cabinet and drawer there was, eventually finding one that contained what you were looking for. You pulled the white kit out of the drawer and opened it, looking to see if there was anything else you might need from the medical cabinet. When you decided that everything was in there, you practically ran out of the bathroom.

“Is everything okay up there, Annie?” You heard your ‘mom’ call.

“Uh, yeah! I just needed to grab something really quickly for an English project!” You yelled back. Jon didn’t stop this scene, he wanted to have it be more flowing, so he simply switched what cameras were filming.

You ran into your room, finding Spider-Man sitting on the floor with back against your bed. You kneeled down next to him, putting the med kit aside and opening it.

“Okay, this is going to hurt a bit, is that alright?” You asked. He nodded quickly, turning to give you better access to the wound. You put on the gloves provided and grabbed the solution that sat next to you. You carefully cleaned the wound before apply pressure with a newly gloved hand. Spider-Man hissed a bit as the solution hit the wound, you rubbed one of his arms with your hand, trying to do anything to comfort him.

You grabbed the bandages out of the kit and wrapped them around the wound, adding medical tape to make sure they stayed in place.

“Is that too tight?” You whispered, trying to make sure you covered the entire wound.

“No, no, that’s fine. Thank you,” He replied.

“It’s no problem, honestly,” You said. Spider-Man started to move to get up and you pushed him back down by his shoulders. “Hey, no. Stay here for just five minutes at the least, let me make sure you’ll be mostly okay. Then go home and fix yourself up, alright?” Spider-Man nodded and leaned back again. You leaned against your bed as well, lightly resting your head on his shoulder.

“So, how’d you get it?” You asked. He set his head upright and looked over at you before leaning it back against the bed again.

“Some jerk with a weird gun thing. I don’t know, but it hurt like hell,” He answered. You giggled and tossed the blood-soaked gloves into the trash next to you. In the corner of your eye you could see Harrison excitedly watching from behind the cameras. You brought yourself back into character and looked towards Spider-Man.

“Why’d you come here?” You questioned. He simply shrugged, not sure what answer to offer you that would satisfy you.

“The window was open, there was a pretty girl inside studying. I figured she’d be smart enough to know how to fix me up. Apparently, I was right,” He said. You knew it was only a line, but you found yourself blushing at it anyway. The thought of the man under the suit, Tom, calling you pretty? That was enough to nearly make you speechless. Unfortunately, Annie wasn’t the speechless type.

“So you think I’m pretty, huh?” You teased. Spider-Man laughed and looked at you.

“Yeah, definitely,” He whispered. You reached up to the base of his mask, feeling where the fabric separated. You hooked your thumb underneath it, slowly lifting the bottom of it up and over his mouth.

“You won’t let me take this all the way off, will you?” You stated flatly. Spider-Man laughed, and you definitely loved seeing the way his lips moved and the joy on his face that you couldn’t see with the mask on.

“Unfortunately so, beautiful,” He said.

“I guess this’ll have to do then,” You whispered, and you leaned in closer to him. You let your lips brush lightly before pulling away, then Spider-Man grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. You slowly ran your lips over his, and in that moment you were no longer Annie, and he was no longer Spider-Man or Peter Parker. No, this was you and Tom. Your thoughts and your heart raced and you were so sure that if this scene were to go on any longer you wouldn’t know who your character was.

It was then that Tom, no, Spider-Man pulled away.

“I’m afraid that I have to go, beautiful,” He said and with that, he got up and was out the window, forever gone in Annie’s mind.

“Cut! Perfect guys that was absolutely perfect! I don’t even think we have to try that one again! That was amazing guys. Okay, everyone! That’s a wrap for today!” Jon called throughout the set.

Later that night, you sat in your trailer, the television in front of you only being used as background noise as you scrolled through your phone. A knock sounded to your right, and you groaned at the thought of having to interact with anyone else today. You slowly got up and made your way to the door, opening it only to reveal Tom.

“Can we just hang out for a bit?” He asked. You fought the blush that threatened to creep up your neck and nodded, opening the door a little wider so he could come in. You fell back against the couch, Tom following you soon after.

“So, what’s up?” You questioned.

“I don’t know, it’s just that we’re coming down to the last few weeks of shooting and I’m a little sad I guess,” Tom explained. You gave him a sad look and reached over to rub his arm.

“Yeah, I get that. At least you know you’ll be in the next movie, though. I love this cast so much and I really don’t want to have to go,” You said solemnly. Tom nodded his head and gave you a weak smile. “Can you do me a favor?” You asked, suddenly breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah of course, anything,” He replied.

“Remember me. Even if it’s that one time we were both in sweatpants and sweatshirts and stuffing our faces with food. I know we’ll see each other again, but just say you won’t forget about me later on in life?”

“I won’t ever forget you, I promise,” Tom answered. This was a promise that you both kept. You texted almost everyday, tweeted at each other, even sent each other posts that you found funny on instagram. You were content with how it was, but every now and then there was a nagging at the back of your head about that kiss.

Soon enough though, the premiere was here. You and Tom were both ecstatic, constantly texting each other and freaking out over how excited you were.

Currently, you had stylists and makeup artists scrambling around you, trying to make sure that every single detail was perfect tonight. You had to have the most beautiful dress, makeup, and hair tonight. You were ready to stun the crowd with your first big debut.

Eventually all of the stylists took a step back, admiring their work.

“You look stunning,” One of them said. You smiled at her and said a chorus of thank you’s to all of them. You walked into wardrobe and slipped on your dress. A flowy trail of yellow followed you as you walked, and you loved the way you looked tonight. So when the time came to step into the car and go on your way to the red carpet, you were ready.

The car pulled up and you stepped out, flashes of white clouded your vision the moment you opened the door. You stood up and took a look at your surroundings. Flashes continued to hit your vision, but you walked forward, not bothering to take mind to it. Eventually you saw Tom and he walked over to you.

“So, how’s your first big red carpet?” He asked as he stuck out his elbow for you to take hold of. You laughed and took hold the arm he had offered to you.

“Overwhelming,” You answered.

“Alright, okay, let’s go talk to some reporters and take some pictures alright? You always love to talk anyway,” He teased. You shot him a playful glare but followed his lead. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked in the suit he wore tonight. His hair, now back to being long and curly, perfectly framed his face, and you were sure that his jawline had somehow managed to get sharper.

You two were now taking pictures, messing with each other in some and actually posing and looking nice in others. It was in the middle of a serious one when Tom leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“You look stunning tonight, by the way.”

“Well, I could say the same to you, Holland,” You whispered back. You noticed the blush scatter across his cheeks and smirked before heading off towards a reporter. There were a multitude of questions asking about your relationship with Tom. Every time, you had to tell them that you were just friends, but the flirty texts between the two of you argued otherwise, you really liked this guy. Of course both of you were oblivious to the flirting, so you kept being friends. You would silently wish that the crush would go away so you could just enjoy your friendship with him, but every now and then your mind would go back to the oh-so-perfect kiss you two had shared during the film and your heart would melt a bit.

So every time the reporter asked, you would respond with a laugh and an exclamation on how you were just friends, but every time you would also look over and gauge Tom’s reaction. Sometimes you saw a glisten of hurt in his eyes, but you simply put that off to your imagination and kept going through the interview.

It wasn’t long before you were inside the theatre. You sat next to Tom and his family that had decided to come while you had a few friends that you had invited. As you sat through the movie, you couldn’t help but notice your heart beginning to beat faster as you approached the one scene that you had been thinking about for months. At this point, you were only two scenes away, and you were almost terrified. You looked over to Tom to see that he was calm and collected, maybe he had forgotten about the scene, or maybe he just didn’t care. You weren’t quite sure. But soon enough you were watching yourself kiss Tom. You looked over again and he smiled at you before taking your hand and rubbing it with his thumb. He winked at you and your heart fluttered. You were thankful for the dark light in the theatre at that moment, because otherwise Tom would’ve seen how red your cheeks were. You turned back to the movie, and you watched the rest of it hand in hand with Tom.

It was as you were walking out of the theatre when Tom pulled you aside. He looked nervous and he fiddled with his hands before he spoke. Every now and then he would touch his hair or readjust his suit.

“Tom, what’s going on?” You asked. You placed a hand on his shoulder and your thumb rubbed soft circles into the skin by his neck.

“Okay, well, I guess I really knew this for a while but when I saw you today I just really realized it and I just think that you’re really amazing and beautiful and-“ You cut Tom off.

“Tom, take a breath and just go straight to the point, okay? What’s going on?” You asked calmly, you took a step closer to him and allowed your hand to fall down to his arm.

“I really, really, want to go on a date with you,” He said. You smiled at him.

“That’s all?” You teased. Tom nodded and placed his hands on your hips. “Then let’s go on a date, Holland,” You whispered and leaned in closer to him. You brushed your lips against his, teasing him just like you did in the scene. He pulled away and glared at you before bringing you right up next to him and letting your lips meet. His hands came up to cup your face and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You looked back to the kiss you had done as Annie and Peter Parker, and suddenly you realized that it wasn’t all that great. But now, it was you and Tom. And there were so many more of these to come, that you couldn’t help but feel like this was the best kiss in the entire world.

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welovekpopscenarios · 6 years

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Ashamed (Wonho x Reader)

Admin: Candi Request: “Can I request an imagine where reader finds out about Wonho's tattoos and nipple piercing? It's weird, I know. – thatweirdoshusukamora” Fandom: Monsta X Member/reader: Wonho x Reader Genre: Honestly idek, it’s fluff I guess with a wee mention of smut Warnings: Language (like once) Words: 1.5k Authors note: Baby it ain’t weird! I love that idea because I myself am not a child of god so I’ve loads of tattoos and *cough*nipple*cough* piercings and like 100 other piercings so THIS IS RELATABLE cuz some people could be like tf is that. This is a cute fun request so don’t be sayin’ it’s weird cuz it ain’t ily. *YFN = Your Friends Name

The sixth date hasn’t ended up like you wanted it to, he once again drove you home and left in a hurry. It’s been six dates already and you hang out together all the time, you’ve been seeing him for two months now but the progress seems to be stuck in one phase. You want something else but you don’t want to rush him either, maybe he’s just not into having sex, maybe he’s just taking his time, that seems like a good enough reason to distract you from the other thoughts that are seeping out of that dark place in your mind, you tried your hardest not to let the destroying thoughts like “you’re not good enough”, “he doesn’t want you”, “why would he have sex with you” surface and affect your relationship with Wonho.

You got into your apartment and kicked off the red heels you wore to the date, the pain of them was worth it considering those were his favourite shoes on you, he seemed to have a thing for heels. You were willing to try anything to get him all fired up.

YFN: It’s been hours, answer me already! Y/N: I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m here now. YFN: So how did it go ;) Did you get it??? Y/N: No, he left in a hurry as usual. YFN: Don’t sweat it kiddo, some guys are actually decent and don’t just want sex. Y/N: He’s handsome, caring AND he doesn’t want to rush sex, is it too good to be true? YFN: Maybe it is. When are you seeing him next? Y/N: I’m seeing him in three days, he is busy and I have work and projects to catch up with so three days. YFN: Are you doing anything exciting or is it going to be a chill day inside? Y/N: I’m not really sure yet. YFN: Sure text me details as usual and I’m here to talk whenever! Y/N: Let’s hang out next week! YFN: Definitely! I’ll text you later to let you know when I’m available. I gotta go, my child is being clingy af. Y/N: That’s what you get for getting a puppy, they need all the love but AGH HE’S SO CUTE I can’t wait to meet him. YFN: Bring treats, he’ll love you forever! Y/N: Noted! I’ll talk to you later, ily. YFN: Ily2

You threw your phone on the bed and went to take a warm shower after your date. The November cold was invading your body, your fingers stayed cold and the short walk from the car to your apartment really affected your body temperature but it’s nothing a hot shower can’t fix. After your shower that warmed up every bit of skin, you put on TV and sat down until you felt yourself doze off. Again, you tried your hardest not to think that Wonho isn’t attracted to you and that he might not be comfortable with you but the thoughts lingered and infected your mind. Eventually, you became so tired you evacuated to your bed and let the warmth and amenity take over and soon enough your thoughts were gone along with your consciousness.

In the morning, you quickly got ready and fired out the door to go to work. Usually you didn’t pay attention to people as you walked to work but you ended up bumping into someone.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looki-… Wonho?” Your eyes widen and your mouth parts. He stood still and didn’t say anything, clearly embarrassed. “Since when do you have piercings?” You ask.

“Uhm.” He awkwardly scratches the back of his head and tries to come up with an excuse. “Listen, I have to go, I’ll explain everything later.” An so he ran off, once again leaving you alone without any explanation.

Y/N: WONHO HAS PIERCINGS!!!! YFN: Oh? Is that new? Are they new? What’s going on? Y/N: I was walking to work and I bumped into him, he had an eyebrow piercing and a lip ring. THAT’S THE FIRST TIME I’M SEEING THEM??!?!?! YFN: That’s so weird? Are you sure he didn’t have them when he was with you? Y/N: Do you think I’d be that blind? YFM: Idk fam, did he say anything? Y/N: He said he’d explain later. He looks hella hot in them tho. YFN: I wonder why he kept it a secret. Y/N: Beats me, I gotta run to work, I’ll keep you updated!

Wonho: I’m coming over today. Y/N: Wow you’re actually gonna step foot in my apartment? Wonho: Very funny. Y/N: I’m a comedian thank you very much. Wonho: I’ll see you later.

Obviously the day dragged for you, all you wanted to do was see Wonho and hear what he has to say about the piercings. It shocked you but you weren’t put off by them, he suited them a lot and it made you more sexually frustrated and of course, you didn’t need that at work. All you could think about was Wonho, you wanted your tongue to explore his mouth and maybe find a tongue bar, you wanted to uncover any other secrets he kept under those tight sweaters that made his muscles so much more prominent.

Wonho: I’m picking you up from work. Y/N: I’m done now, I’ll be out in 5 minutes.

The run to your locker at work was impressive, you didn’t even trip. You wanted to get to him as fast as possible, the feeling of chagrin flooded over you when you realized how much you obey him and what effect he has on you but this wasn’t the time to ponder over it. You grabbed your stuff, waved your work partners goodbye and speed walked to the car. Wonho was wearing his piercings but he wasn’t as smiley as usual. You sat quietly in the car, wondering what was going through his head. All you could do was admire the how the florescent street lights fell on one half his face one by one and illuminated his beautiful brown eyes as you drove home.

While you admired his beauty, you didn’t even realize you arrived at your apartment so he turned around to see you staring at him. His heavy stare quickly brought you back to reality, he licked his lips in annoyance and left the car to open the door for you. You got out and walked towards the door of your apartment while Wonho followed you. Once you finally got to your flat you took a deep breath in order to prepare for this conversation.

“So, what’s going on?” You say while turning around to face him. He got so close to you, you hit the wall behind you. His breath was warm and he started lifting off his shirt. Is this it? Is he ready this time? He threw the black sweater on the floor and backed away from you, spreading his arms to show himself off to you.

“Wow, Wonho that’s… that’s a lot of tattoos and uhm I see your eyebrow isn’t the only thing that has a bar through it.” You cross your arms and admire him from a distance.

“I didn’t want to tell you Y/N.” He admits.

“Did you think you’d be able to keep this a secret for long?”

“I mean, I thought I could but obviously didn’t think logically about it.”

“Why did you want to keep it a secret?”

“So many people left me over it, they had a great time with me but once they saw the tattoos and piercings they were gone.”

“Did the nipple piercings hurt?” You start showing more interest.

“Yeah, like a bitch.” He laughed.

You put your palms on his cheeks and kissed him, his hands automatically wrapped around you bringing you closer to him, practically lifting you off the ground. The kisses were hungry, it was evident the both of you wanted to get underneath each other’s clothes for so long but Wonho’s fear was preventing him from doing so but tonight it would be different, he finally showed himself off to you and his exterior doesn’t change the type of person he is and that’s who you were falling in love with, just because he has tattoos and piercings doesn’t mean he’s a bad person, you were glad he trusted you enough to explain everything and now you get to enjoy him whole, just like you wanted.

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bebecue · 6 years

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Black Bean Noodles (III)

Part 1 | Part 2

Original request: “Can I request a scenario where you have a crush on Jooheon but he doesn’t know and he likes you back? […] you think he’s in a relationship but he [isn’t]? Thanks! x Love your writing.”

A/N: Final part, whew! I hope you guys like it :) I was supposed to post it up earlier but I fell asleep lol. I know some of you have been anticipating this, so I hope it’s worth the wait!

Warning: There are a few swear words (I got carried away lol???) So this is maybe rated PG? (idk how content/age ratings work)

Jooheon | Fluff | 2272 words (wow)

You bite your lower lip as you place your phone face down onto your desk. Jooheon had sent through a text message.

Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Another time!

It is the third time this week that he’s cancelled on you. Ever since you had asked him about his relationship status, he had started acting weird around you. His texts were sparse, his nightly visits had become more infrequent. Even when the two of you did manage to eat dinner together, the conversation between the two of you felt uncomfortable and somewhat forced. You’d see him walking around the building sometimes, and you would try to greet him, but he’d always run off before you could even come within ten feet of him, yelling some excuse about dance practice or doing a recording. He is actively avoiding you and you are pretty sure that he is hiding something. You are starting to miss him, and you almost wish you hadn’t said anything in the first place. Maybe bringing up Jisoo was also a bad idea. You cringe as you’re reminded of the dialogue between the two of you that night. You tell yourself that if he wanted to keep that part of his life private, then you’ll stay out of it.

All right, you think to yourself. I won’t force anything. I’ll give him some space.

You pick up the receiver of your phone and start to dial a familiar number, your fingers moving around the keypad automatically. “Yes, hello? Black bean noodles, for one please.”

“Holy shit,” your co-worker breathes, his eyes glued to your PC screen.

You can say that again, you think to yourself.

You are sitting at your desk, joined by three of your co-workers, all of you gaping at an email on your screen. The subject line reads ‘EMERGENCY MEETING!! 5 MINUTES!!’ There are several images attached to the email. The first, most important image is a screenshot of an Instagram post. Backup dancer Jisoo’s Instagram post. The post dates back to the night before, and in the photo is Jooheon and Jisoo. It looks like they are in a dimly lit karaoke booth, and Jooheon is holding a beer bottle in his left hand and a microphone in his right. Jisoo is next to Jooheon, her arms draped around his shoulders, her lips placing a peck on Jooheon’s cheek. Both of them look significantly intoxicated, red flushes on both of their faces. The caption reads ‘My honey! 🐝🎵🎤’. You flick to the next image on the email, already assuming the worst.

“Ooooh, shit.” This time, the words come out of your mouth.

The next five images are screenshots of the comment section on the post. Some comments, you think, are tame and harmless. Others, not so much. You look through them, wincing as you read each one.

Who the fuck are you?

Die bitch!

Don’t touch him🔪🔪🔪

You and your co-workers read through the comments, open-mouthed, when you hear someone clear their throat. The four of you look up from the screen and see your supervisor towering over your cubicle wall. Your co-workers scramble away from your desk back to their respective ones and you immediately straighten yourself in your seat.

“My office, now,” your supervisor says to you, looking extremely solemn

You gulp and stand up, fixing up your clothes. This is going to be interesting.

“It’s a shit show!” Hongsik, Monsta X’s manager, yells.

The five of you are in your supervisor’s office - Jooheon and Jisoo are sitting down. Jooheon is looking down at the floor, not saying anything. Nothing comes from Jisoo as well, save for the occasional sniffle. Her face is red, and her eyes are puffy. She looks like she had a rough night. Hongsik towers over the two of them, and you and your supervisor stand to the side, witnesses to Hongsik’s fury.

Hongsik, whips his head towards you, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits. You gulp involuntarily.

“What are you doing here?” he spits.

“Social media analyst,” your supervisor interjects, and you release the breath you had been holding.

Hongsik closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Sorry,” he says, looking at you. “Long night.” You smile back sympathetically.

“So, what can we do?” Hongsik says, rubbing the back of his neck.

You clear your throat and turn to Jisoo. “Have you turned your Instagram to private?”

“N-no,” Jisoo replies, her breath shaky. “I can’t even look at my phone. I don’t want to.”

You press your lips into a tight line. You turn to your supervisor, and he raises his eyebrows at you. “Can I take her somewhere quiet? Please? I just need to look at her phone.”

Your supervisor shrugs. “Sure. Just stay here, we’ll head out. Call us back when you’re done.”

Three of them file out of the room, and Jooheon heads out last. Your eyes meet and he gives you a small, sad smile. Thank you, he mouths at you. You nod at him, and close the door behind him after he leaves. You turn to Jisoo, who is holding her phone in her hands, still sniffling.

“Can-can I see you phone?” you ask, as gently as you can.

She hands it to you without hesitation, and you press its home button. The screen turns on, and you see that she has hundreds of notifications from Instagram, Twitter, and KakaoTalk. You bite your lip as you steel yourself for the malicious comments. Jeez, people can be so mean.

You inhale deeply before you speak. “I’m going to turn all your SNS accounts to private. I’m also going to delete all your direct messages on Twitter and Instagram, okay?”

Jisoo nods without looking at you. For the next ten minutes, you go through all her inboxes and delete the messages, clearing out her notifications. You set her SNS accounts to private. You then decide to uninstall Twitter and Instagram.

“I’ve uninstalled some of your SNS apps,” you tell her as you hand her phone back. “Take a break from social media. Tell anyone close to you to contact you via text messages or to call you. You can install them again once you feel up to it.”

Jisoo gives a small grunt in reply. You sigh and place a hand on her shoulder.

“It’ll die down soon, I swear,” you promise her. “Just… be careful when you post things online next time. And don’t be afraid to report any comments or messages that make you feel genuinely unsafe.”

Suddenly, Jisoo stands up and gives you a hug. You’re caught off guard, but you place a hand on her back and rub it gently.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“It’s okay,” you reply, patting her back awkwardly.

She disengages from you and holds you out at an arm’s length. “Jooheon was right,” she says, patting her face with a tissue. “You really are nice.”

You raise your eyebrows. Jooheon had mentioned you to her?

Jisoo gives you a small smile. “Yeah, now I’m not surprised. No wonder…”

Her voice trails off, and she leaves you hanging with an incomplete statement. She turns away from you suddenly, as if she is afraid that she had said something that she shouldn’t have. She opens the door to the office and starts to head out.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” she says, a little too quickly. “I’ll be back soon.” She looks around the office and catches a glimpse of her reflection on the dark TV screen mounted on one of the walls. “God, I look terrible,” she mutters, wincing.

Before you can say anything else, she struts away, her phone and tissues in hand.

What was that about? You wonder to yourself.

Three weeks had passed since the Instagram incident. After staying extra late at work doing damage control for a few days, things had died down. You were back to reports and emails. Jooheon was still avoiding you, and you saw him less and less. You were lucky if he replied to one of your messages. He must have gotten in so much trouble after the whole fiasco. Jisoo, however, would come to see you quite often, stopping by your desk every few days. You’d ask how she is, and she seemed to be getting better day by day. She didn’t bring you dinner like Jooheon did, but you were glad you had someone was there to interrupt your mundane work tasks.

It is 7 pm, and you’re surprised that most of your work is done for the day. You finish off one last email, and power your PC down. You start to leave your cubicle when you hear one of your co-workers talking to someone with a familiar, yet unrecognizable voice. Your name is mentioned somewhere in their conversation, and your co-worker says, “That desk over there.” You decide to stay at your work station, curious as to who would want to see you at this time of night.

A few seconds later, a flash of red pops up from above your cubicle wall. A familiar face beams down at you.

“Wonho?” you say, blinking at him. You’d never actually met him in person, and you were not quite prepared for the charisma that oozed from him. He hadn’t even spoken to you yet.

“Hey!” he greets you loudly. “I can’t believe I finally get to meet you!”

You stare at him. “‘Finally’?”

He comes round to the side of your cubicle, and you see that he is dressed in a tight compression shirt and sweat pants. You feel your heart rate increase significantly. “Are you busy now?” he inquires, looking at your desk, then back at you.

You motion to your PC screen. “Ah, no, I was just actually finished for the day.”

“Great!” Wonho chirps, grabbing your wrist. You’re too dumbfounded to resist. “Come to the studio with me.”

He jogs out of your department with you in tow. One of your co-workers looks at you questioningly, and you just shrug helplessly in return.

You look around the studio, amazed by all the equipment you see. You’re too afraid to touch anything, so when Wonho tells you to take a seat, you make yourself as tiny as you can, taking up as least space as possible. Wonho takes a seat next to you, and beams at you.

“Jooheon can’t stop talking about you,” Wonho says, grinning at you.

You’re not sure of how you should reply. Luckily, someone enters the recording booth, and you see the lights in it turn on from the other side of the glass. It’s Jooheon. He sees you from the other side of the glass, and he gives you a reluctant smile. He then looks at Wonho, and he holds up a piece of paper.

“Ah, right!” Wonho exclaims. He reaches over to the desk next to the couch, and grabs a sheet of paper. He then hands it to you.

Before you can ask why you have to hold it, an instrumental track starts to play. From the other side of the glass, Jooheon places a pair of headphones around his ears. Then he starts to sing along to the instrumental track.

You look down at the sheet and realize that they are lyrics - specifically, they are lyrics to the song Jooheon is singing. The lyrics are in second person, and the song is about the narrator having a hard time confessing their feelings to the person they love. You feel a tightness in your chest as you realize that this song is exactly how you feel about Jooheon, and you’re amazed at how he can capture your exact thoughts so eloquently in a song. Then, the chorus hits.

Late nights and black bean noodles

I don’t know how else to say it

To tell you how much I like you

Just let me have as many

Late nights and black bean noodles

As I possibly can

Your head spins and your heart starts pounding loudly in your chest. Was this… a confession? You listen to the rest of the song, and by the end of it, you’re almost hyperventilating. You look up from the sheet of paper, and you see Jooheon taking off his headphones. He is completely red in the face, and he keeps blinking at you. You turn to Wonho, who is leaning back into the couch, a slightly smug smirk on his face.

The door to the studio opens and Jooheon enters. He walks up to you, fiddling with the piece of paper in his hands. It reminds you of the first time he introduced himself to you.

“So… what do you think? You want to get some black bean noodles tonight?”

You laugh and throw your head back. “Oh my god, Jooheon! All this time, I thought you hated me!”

He stares at you, his mouth open in a gape. “What?”

“Never mind,” you say standing up. “Of course I’d love to get some noodles with you.”

Jooheon smiles and rubs the back of his neck. He looks almost… shy.

“But… I have a confession to make,” you say slowly.

Jooheon stares at you again. “Wh-what is it?”

“I’m actually sick of black bean noodles now. I was hoping we could have sweet and sour pork instead.”

Jooheon scrunches up the lyrics in his hand. “I wrote a whole song about black bean noodles and now you’re sick of them?!”

You and Wonho laugh, and you place a hand on Jooheon’s arm in an attempt to placate him.

“Keep it,” you tell Jooheon. “‘Sweet and sour pork’ just doesn’t sound as catchy.”

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wasabi-duck · 7 years

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florist jimin

these are so generic but i wanted to do it so yolo

okay so jimin

our boy jimin

he works at a lil flower shop down on main street

okay so here's some visuals

so it's this little shop tucked away between a restaurant and like a public office

it has a giant awning and an old wood door that makes it seem like a gate into a fantasy world

in the windows sit not only roses and lilies and daisies but also like cacti and ferns and vines too so is obviously not just flowers, but every plant you can imagine

the inside is super tiny so it's like flowers are practically growing from every nook and cranny to make the most of all the possible space

and when the seasons change, the plants offered change so like in spring it's obviously flowers all around and you can't make a turn without ramming into a sunflower

and in winter it's all succulents and cacti and it's like a fairy garden

there's always some classical music playing and sometimes there's like off celtic music playing too just soft non vocal music

jimin was actually the one who suggested the music because he's like we can't talk to all the plants all seconds of the day and they're going to get lonely if they don't hear anything!! so we have to play them some music so they feel better!!! and so yes there's always music playing in the background

the walls are gray blue and there's wind chime hanging from the ceiling always and every time it step inside you're transported to another world

you just moved into a new apartment and you're like it's so dark and cold in here and i hate it and i need something to make my world better

you hear of this little flower shop down the street so you bundle up and decide to go explore

it's easy to spot

you head inside, and the little bell above the door tingles and jimin is the one at the counter

he's singing to some of the lil cacti so he doesn't really notice you standing there and so you kinda just watch and listen

and his voice is so beautiful you're like what is he doing here when he should be on the radio

jimin finally notices you and he gets all embarrassed and he immediately stops singing when he sees you and he coughs and straightens up and fixes his apron

“oh hi i'm- i'm jimin!!” he waves shyly and his cheeks are redder than the roses

you smile and introduce yourself but you guys don't talk after that because jimin is too embarrassed to say anything

and you think he's super duper cute and you don't wanna seem weird by talking more so you just meander around and look at all the other plants

it's not awkward with the music playing in the background but it's cute??

because like you keep peeing at jimin from behind the sunflowers and he keeps glancing over at you when your back is turned

he eventually whips out his phone and texts the bangtan group chat and is like uh help i have seen the cutest angel in the world

and hoseok is like :D wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and yoongi is like lmao but hoseok is here with us uhhh

but namjoon is all supportive like plz just say hi and tae is like no that is noT ENOUGH-- drop your number

jungkook and jin are seeing who can send the most naruto memes :/

jimin thinks that he'll end up regretting it if he doesn't say anything to you though so he takes a deep breath then walks over to you

“so is there anything you're looking for in particular?” he asks and you jump a little because you didn't realize he was standing there

“oh um…” you brush your fingers over some peonies “well i moved into a new apartment and it's so dreary and i just wanted something to brighten my room…”

“well i mean… not like you have to take my advice but gerberas are really pretty. you could make those your center pieces.” jimin smiles and points to some large red flowers “they always make me smile”

your eyes widen and you smile excitedly “oh those are beautiful… i think i'll take those…”

you hurry over to them and jimin follows along patiently while you pick out your favorites

you're not making a bouquet so jimin doesn't talk about the greens and other flowers you typically add to make a complete set

but then he realizes that like uhh you're gonna leave now

“you should come back next week, we're having a sale.” he blurts out after ringing you up

you blush heavily but nod “of course… i'll need something new by then, so think for me okay!!”

it becomes a weekly tradition to go into the flower shop and every week jimin has a new flower for you to take home

and as the weeks go on you spend more and more time chatting with jimin and one night you even stay until close because you and jimin get lost in your conversation

jimin always gives you flowers for free too like sometimes you'll get an order of daisies and he'll slip in lily for you

or you'll get a ferns for the week because you need some green and jimin is like well these white carnations are going to rot if someone doesn't take them soon so you can have them!!!

and succulents!!! he admits to you that he named them all and he's like they're my children…

and that day you find one that's really long and spindly and you're like this is so opposite jimin omg cute…

and you're like,,, “this one can be our shared child.”

and jimin gets all red and he hides behind his hands and he's like !!! “our what!!!!!”

“our child?? his name is johnny, we're the proud parents obviously…”

and soon you two are both giggling and joking about your new little family…

all the other works know jimin is like in love with you….

but he's too shy to say anything like you're just a customer and he just needs to get back to reality, you're just being nice to him….

but his boys are like lol jimin plz you're the whole package you need to make a move!!!

but jimin is so shy and so cautious that he doesn't want to upset you or ruin your relationship because you guys are like… friends

and you like come in every day so it would be weird if you didn't!!!!

but one day you actually don't---

and jimin is pacing because they're about to close and where are you?? and everyone is teasing him because he has a crimson amaryllis waiting for you… but you're no place to be found

he shakes it off and thinks you must be busy,,, but he goes home with a heavy heart because he was looking forward to seeing you and your beautiful smile and bright eyes,,,, and hear your cute laugh,,,

but the next day you don't come in either?? you're gone??

jimin panics and he assumes that maybe you're upset with him or something and that day he doesn't sing to the flowers and he just stares out the window, glumly waiting for you

it's like all the flowers wilt when you're not around and jimin swears that it's because you're not there to brighten their day…

one of the other workers is like why don't you check on them…

and jimin is like thats weird---

but then jungkook, that little brat, tells jimin that he's heard from some mutual friends that you've been sick!! like super duper sick and haven't left your apartment!!

and jimin is like what--- how do you know and jungkook is like i have their number lol we're bros now

and jimin is whAT!!!!!!!!!!

jungkook is all like you should bring them some flowers on your day off or something idk just an idea or something…

and jimin is like yes i will

jimin doesn't have a car, he has a bike, an old rickety bike with a big basket in front

he fills the basket with a variety of flowers and ferns, to include a bouquet of roses and your son johnny

there's a bunch of your favorites too!! jimin knows all your favorites and brought them along

and he's pedaling down the street as fast as his legs will pedal him and as he does some petals fly into the air!! and it's kind of cute like it's a very sunny day and he has all these flowers and he's peddling down the street to come and make your day

jungkook told you to make your way downstairs so you assumed jungkook (who you don't know is jimins bestie) would be coming to bring you soup or something

you're standing at the entrance to you apartment, huddled in seven quilts and still wearing your favorite pajamas

you squint because you see someone coming and then to your surprise it's not jungkook, it's jimin, on his bike

your brows furrow but then you acknowledge that yes, yes that's actually jimin and your heart starts to run a marathon in your chest

jimin brakes and then parks his bike against a tree

he grabs all the flowers in his arms and hurries over to you

before you can even speak he shoves them all in your arms

“jungkook told me you were sick and so i brought all your favorites and i hope you don't think this is weird, but i'm sure you were feeling lonely and i thought all of these might cheer you up or something!!!” and he's rambling now because he's so embarrassed and he realizes that damn this is a lot of flowers…

but you smile so wide and even though you're absolutely sick, you're glowing… like jimin hasn't seen anything brighter

you hug all the flowers to your chest and you go to say thank you but jimin suddenly runs back to the bike

he comes back holding johnny and he's like “ahh i forgot this one…”

and you're so touched you could almost cry but now isn't the place and time and you don't wanna embarrass yourself in front of jimin

you go to say thank you but then you sneeze and jimin is like !!!! is it that the flowers and you're like shhh no i'm just sick these are amazing

and he gets all smiley and he does the eye smile thing and he shoves his hands in his pockets all sheepish and shy “it was nothing…”

and he gets all embarrassed so he's like uh i gotta go hoseok and yoongi and jin and i are having game night i'll see you soon okay???

and you're like okay… bye chim

and his heart skips a beat because um chim?!

okay but you head inside with all your flowers and you're like wait… red roses… i've never gotten roses from him…

and you're like well uh… google

and then you look it up and uh… this can't be right i thought they were generic romance flowers because they were pretty…

so you're like is it coincidence or

or does jimin…

like me???

and you stare at the screen for what be hours upon end and you don't know whether to laugh or cry because jimin just admitted his feelings!!! or at least you think he did!!!

and you're like spinning around and you're holding the roses close to your chest and when you go to bed that night you keep the baby succulent and roses on your bed with you…

once you feel better you head into the shop and jimin just watches you because yes he confessed but like… he doesn't know if you saw that… or realized it so he stays silent and he kind of ignores you almost at first…

you have a plan though

you go through the store and when you find what you want

you slam it down on the counter, waking jimin from your thoughts

“ambrosia.” you smile. “it means returned feelings. or at least… i think it does…”

you purse your lips but jimin just stares at you and you're like oh uh maybe i misread the situation--

“i get off in an hour- come back and maybe we can get some coffee…??”

and yes you get coffee and you raise a succulent family and he gets you a new flower bouquet every day cause he loves you...

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i-sveikata · 7 years

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Gabby liveblogs the new teen wolf ep

i mean technically it’s not liveblogging since I’m in australia and the delay obvs but here we go guys prepare for death:

-lololololololo the fuck they always gotta start it at the school cause they cant afford another set anymore

-whut scott is the assistant coach???!!!!!

-omg hayden left?????? why do they literally just remove all of their female characters with nonsense explanations??? hello kira???? havent seen her in a while. do females not exist in beacon hills?? apparently even being a love interest isn’t a good enough reason to keep the gals around anymore dear god.

-’you want my whistle? who gave you a whistle???’ omfg coach finstock is the best

-the fuck was that supposed to be a wolf on the field or a coyote??? or malia???? legit can’t even tell, oh nvmind scott and liam followed it into the woods found a pack of dead wolves with weird bugs that are crawling out of their eyes, naturally.

-malia heading out to paris and not wanting to help anyone with the problem is goals. but you know there are other ways to write female characters without making their only interest being climbing dick you know, we can have depth.

-liam and scott bonding, lol, they cute and feels, scotty all worried he’s losing control, making him repeat the werewolf mantra dear god this is dorky. giving it instrumental impressive music wont change that friends.

-lol, ‘i got ducktape’ this is me.

-oh goody more mental asylum stuff and weird frozen mummified rock shit, is this a throwback to pompeii or what?

-yeah touch the petrified ashy human corpse thing, that’s a great idea obvs like what is even happening right now.

-of course some dude exploded out of it, why are we even surprised people? oh that’s right we’re not. wait who the fuck is that? no wait, i can guess, it’s another mediocre white guy.

-’i like latin’ liam you dork, oh poor kid ‘this has been a really hard year for me’ ‘if you want to talk about your girlfriend guidance hours are posted’ damn girl that’s brutal.

-interesting that all the youngins are getting a senior registration and applying to colleges scenes talking about their futures at school but for the veteran characters we barely got a sentence about it.

-’you can see me right’ omg lol corey are you having some visibility issues.

-who wants to guess this new college guidance lady is probably not human- lol the music just changed and went all sinister like bruh we already got this, literally every new character we meet ends up being evil like cmon.

-who the fuck is this nolan kid- yet another mediocre white boy!!!!!- are they going for the olympics in white boys what is this shit- oh god she wants to talk about the animal attack on the field.

-lol him being like ‘that was no animal’ jesus fucking christ honestly am i in deja vu land are we just repeating tired drama from the first season now.

-liam how do you not know what a scarab is????? have you not seen the mummy what kind of kid are you??

-haha that girl screaming ‘why does this keep happening to our school’ when all the rats show up is the real shit.

-mediocre other mummy white boy appears in the classroom, stares a bit and tries to look interesting and then leaves. wow lifechanging moment.

-naturally liam and mason end up in the pipes again, because where else would teen wolf film things that happen.

-lydia making a bestiary yeah girl. Her mama isn’t being very smart saying no to that- who’s guess is it she dies almost immediately??? yeah girl leave that paperwork in mamas desk.

-scott trying out his weird electrocution kink with his mum, i am uncomfortable, but also teaching her the ways of electrocution is vaguely sweet.

-mama mccall gonna cover all the werewolf shit when scott is gone i love it. family bonding stuff yeaaaaaahh. oh shit she electrocuted him whilst hugging. family fun times.

-’i held the button, didn’t I?’ ‘you held the buttton’ BEST

-rat king ew is that what they said. gross. lol malia making liam smell the gross dead rat.

-REROUTED. malia is determined to get on a plane to get that french dick apparently.

-how the fuck did mummy white guy end up in the sheriff station???? do the deputies no longer exist?? wheres papa stilinski???

-parrish on the creepy white dude, all is well apparently.

-liam and mason bringing mama mccall a nice dead rat. bring her dinner you sick bastards.

-the fuck??? hallways in flames, parrish meeting another possible hellhound??? what is trying to be said here, fucked if i know.

-weird white guy has some kind of blood kink, sniffing all the injured people in the hospital because of reasons.

-idiot dudes punched liam in the face and he lost his shit. some mantra kid. use the werewolf force. freaky white mummy guy looming in the hallway behind him, cue demon suspense music while he chases for liam now in a closing elevator.

-ANDDDDDD the door closes before mummy white dude can get to him. shocker. i am on the edge of my seat with surprise and anguish obvs

-lydia showing up to get scott? i thought in the last ep stiles said hed be driving down to campus with lydia together???? does that mean she did and came back for some reason?? or stiles miraculously teleported there on his own. wow i love continuity. good thing im watching teen wolf huh.

-all the lights go out, because its lydia this is teen wolf and EVERYTHING MUST BE DARK AND HARD TO SEE AT ALL TIMES.

-phones ringing are always the most suspenseful thing to happen to me as well, love hearing that dialtone and having a wind machine suddenly blowing hair out of my face before appearing back in... wow you guessed it- the school!!!

-ohhhhhh spideyweb time. love it. gotta touched those creepy webs because otherwise what else could lydias banshee powers possibly do. lots of screaming. love that. was that gunfire? idk here this is stupid.

-ah yes, lydia miraculously finds the perfect bit of web to touch because of unexplainable reasons.’ YOU LET IT OUT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO RIDE WITH THE HUNT FOREVER’ k thanks im hanging up the web now byeeeeeee.

-how does nobody lock the fucking school doors at this point. parrish and mummy white dude just walked straight in.

-’what are you?’ ‘you know what i am im the same as you’ lololololololololl this is gonna be some weird hellhound pissing contest.

-’something you let out, something that needs to be stopped’ oh goody something new an differernt for us. so innovative.

-ah yes, the pissing contest begins. or fire contest i guess? idk?/ and oh hey the guidance counsellor lady was not as she seemed!!! wow, i never would have seen that coming in my life. thanks

-hey guys when you take away the fire, it’s just two shirtless dudes homoerotically wrestling with each other.

-oh well time for parrish to sleep it off,

-’if the wild hunt couldn’t keep you nothing can’ this is literally sounds like the fucked up adage ‘if i cant have you no one can’ and i am uncomfortable.

-oh boy white mummy guy isn’t after liam- i could never have guess that would happen.

-’it must be stopped nothing else matters’ wow, no, because here I was thinking just let the monster run free and kill people and pile up bodies and stuff. isnt that what teen wolf is about.

-OMG SCOTT GOT INTO THE JEEP AND FOUND A ‘BE GENTLE’ LETTER FROM STILES THIS IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE EP I SWEAR

-what the fuck lydia, popping your ass up in the middle of the headlights like some kind of ghost haunting, ‘we cantt leave’ bruh you need to chill.

-of course they need some scene with mason giving liam a pep talk like hes the most important character in this show, yeah id totally believe that. hey heres an idea instead of making it about comforting him for losing his girlfriend, how bout you dont write his girlfriend out, there i fixed it.

-malia’s flight no longer delayed!!! haha that squeal of excitement, omg she yelled ‘Oui Oui’ i gotchu girl leave this hellhole while you can.

-opp and heres scott and lydia out to ruin her fun. ofc.

-”no, no nonononono no, its just rats and wolves- and maybe a little bug problem’ see shes got the spirit. let her get french dick in peace. but also, how the fuck are they gonna explain her and scott hooking up in the future because idk what a fucking ride.

-goes to the window instead because her friends are trying to cockblock her- shes DETERMINED PPL U CANT STOP THE DICK.

-lol scott steps aside and then lydia moves into malias way MY GOD before scott pulls her back out, fuckin i cannot.

-two seconds of disappointed looks but cmon guys lets not pretend that malias an independent person who can make decisions outside of the group- aaaannnnnn shes back. wow. quelle surprise.

-but hey at least she hit scott in the face with her bag, get it girl.

-injured white mummy hellhound staggering through the woods then shift to lydia, malia and scott in the car ‘we opened a door to another world and something came out with us’ THIS IS LITERALLY THE PLOT FOR SEASON 3? 4? THE ONE WITH THE NOGITSUNE CMON PPL.

-of course guidance counsellor college lady is gonna kill white mummy hellhound boy. i support her.

-’what kind of price a big price?” ‘big’ wow, A+ dialogue here, someone give them an emmy for this shit.

-oh no guidance counsellor lady in trouble. bu t of course when push comes to shove, shoot white mummy hellhound boy in the head. but white guy actually died for once???? props. lets see how long hell stay dead before theres a reason that makes no sense to bring him back. cough cough theo.

-two seconds later cause apparently thats enough time for her to escape without the Gang sans stiles noticing. even though two of them have increased hearing and sense of smell?!!!??!! because it wouldnt be teen wolf otherwise.

-lydia ‘i thought you couldnt kill a hellhound’ WHEN WAS THAT EVER SAID??? I LITERALLY DO NOT REMEMBER THAT BEING STATED???

-scott, picking up the bullet casing which apparently killed an unkillable hellhound but hes just so good its not an issue. oh hey, is that a fleur de lis?

-’argent’ ooooooooohhh more suspense. dont think i can take it.

-’the sound of someone who’s never lifted a hand against a human being’ you can says shes a hunter lydia, her trunk was full of murdery shit we get it.

-also whats with teen wolfs repetitive need to make girls have an emotional distressing response to something before they go all ‘i kill you, ill kill everyone, ill kill myself idgaf’ and their expression goes all Tough Girl. like cmon. u realise girls dont all react the same way to the same things right?

-but hey props to guidance lady for not dying, though i mean she’s a girl and shes not white so lets assume her chances arent strong for future eps.

-lol all three of them sitting on scotts bed together. is it just me or should they all just make out, im just saying.

-’can we say we forgot?’ omg lydia PHRASING, u literally forgot stiles barely a few eps ago, dont crush him already.

-’we almost lost him last time’ i just love how the girls have all the emotional lines and scott just gets to sit there a nod like stiles hasnt been his best friend for years and years. but apparently connection on teen wolf means only if you want to fuck each other since scott magically forgot stiles without much effort and the entire season was about lydia getting him back even though they literally werent even dating and theyd given no indication shed even liked him when he was taken. but suddenly shes magically interested in him and the connection with scott, his best fucking friend for life somehow wasnt strong enough and I AM SALTY.

-malia- ’if this turns out to be somthing big and we don’t call him-’ ‘he would kill us’ hey look Scott got to say something accurate about his best friend, yay!

-’you guys didn’t hear his voice, he was really excited to be there’ aww scott, but seriously you asshole writers are still telling me their connection wasn’t enough for scott to bring him back? for shame.

-’lets just play the voicemail’ lol here comes the swelling emotional music.

-but seriously fuck you guys, heres stiles telling scott to leave beacon hills behind him and that its not his responsibility and not to worry about it and take stiles’ jeep (which we know he loves more than anything) and drive, and the instrumentals are getting really emotional showing stiles at the fbi and youre still trying to tell me that scott wouldnt have remembered his best friend without lydia???? fuck off.

-omg the nerd stopped at the fbi seal and straightened his tie i fucking love it.

-seriously whats with this music??? like stiles just won the damn noble peace prize or something just for showing up. its no wonder ppl think scott isnt the main when the writers give stiles all these storylines and attention, like this is not subtle ppl.

-stiles constantly interrupting the fbi dude in the middle of the presentation gives me life omg.

-’one recent manhunt had our crisis response team chasing down a bizarrely feral unsub in the wilderness of north carolina-”

-OFMG LOL ITS DEREK

-STILES SPAT WATER EVERYWHERE THIS IS GREAT

-are they literally trying to sell that this is current??? like that is clearly season 1 footage of derek what the fuck is happening right now. why cant he just have a vacation for fun, why do the writers have to ruin everything for him but nope, mass hunting derek time ofc,

-the way stiles put his hand over his mouth as if that would cover up the fact that he literally spat water everywhere. smooth stilinski.

-omg the presenter dude look down at the list of names seeing Mieczyslaw Stilinski and legit being like ‘uh... young man’ thats awesome.

-’just got a little excited’ honestly what the fuck teen wolf. you baiting sterek fans or what?

-stiles trying to find out what they’re after him for- ‘Murder’ but what type of murder. “Mass murder’

-suspenseful music AGAIN jesus fucking c h r i s t.

-OMG now they’re just zooming in on dereks tattoo, increasing the music. dude we fucking get it, thats derek hale and you, the writers, fucking hate him. chill.

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