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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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Alright let’s talk about smell dick shigaraki BEFORE U JUDGE JUST HEAR ME OUT,shigaraki having a crush on u (of course) been wanting to be with u but he was too ashamed and embarrassed of his tiny dick, he thinks he never has a chance with u so he gives up, meanwhile u were dying for him to make the first move u end up asking him out, he couldn’t believe it of course he said yes forgetting all about his insecurities,everything went well now ya’ll are making out shit got heated, as u were trying to take his pants off, he started making excuses basically on the verge of tears, u finelly convinced him (ngl u kind of forced him) he started crying, truth be told u never cared about size in all honesty u liked pegging more so it didn’t really matter and u always found shigaraki beautiful, meanwhile shigaraki was having a full on mental down he started to get up since he knows u wouldn’t like him, until u pulled him and pinned him to the bed and pulled ur 11 inche strap on.

Kink pegging, god I love seeing shigaraki crying wtf is wrong with me- anyways I can’t think of anything, dont forget to drink water and get plenty of rest

-🤡

At first, I was like, ‘mmm small dick Shigaraki,’ as a joke, but bro...I don’t think it’s a joke anymore.

Ok, so y/n’s quirk is a shallow mind-reading quirk. She doesn't know your thoughts, but she does know your urges.

I have loved small dick shiggy for as long as I can remember. He acts all tough just to have this tiny little cock in his pants while he gets all embarrassed maybe even feels like less of a man because society equates having a large dick to being a “real man.”

But u love him and think it’s so cute—little dick for mommy’s little boy.

If you see my writing style change during the smut it's because I either a). Put on a seggsy playlist. Or b). I definitely did not listen to an asmr thing.

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‘So pretty,’ Shigaraki thought, drinking you in, ‘god I wish you were mine, y/n,’

You were sat at the table with most of the league playing Uno with dabi.

“Draw four motherfucker, ” you said, slamming the card down.

He cursed under his breath, “fucking bitch, ”

As he picked up his cards, Dabi questioned why he decided to put himself through this bullshit, why did he choose to suffer? You always beat his ass.

He put down a card, watching you slap down your next card.

“Uno, ” you said with a shit-eating grin on your face.

You giggled at the look of absolute rage on his face. He slammed down his card, and you put your last one down.

“Well, Dabi, I win again, ” you said.

You lifted his chin so he could look at the face of his superior.

“Another round?” you offered.

“Only if you'll make a bet, ” he said.

At the end of the last game, he had noticed the new mirror Kurogiri hung showed your hand.

He stood up and announced to the room, “if I win this game, y/n has to ask out her crush,”

“Hey, who said I had a crush on anyone?” you objected.

“Your texts with Toga, ” he grinned, “but that's beside the point. If you win, I’ll do whatever you want for a week, ”

“Oh, it is on, ” you grinned, “you wanna shuffle the cards?”

He smirked, “doesn't matter to me, go ahead, ”

You shuffled the deck. There was no need for your tricks this round. Dabi’s tricks, however, left you baffled at the outcome of the game.

“I lost?” you whispered in disbelief.

“What are you waiting for, y/n?” Dabi said.

He pulled your chair out and nearly tipped you out of it.

“Dont be shy, ” Dabi whispered, leaning in.

Well, this was it. You had hoped and prayed Shigaraki would make the first move, but you were forced to confront him. You sidestepped dabi much to his confusion and sat next to Shigaraki at the bar.

“Need liquid courage?” he asked, unphased by the whole ordeal.

He hadn't even bothered to get his hopes up.

“No, I'm um here to ask you out, ” you said, looking down, “sorry this is so awkward, I'll just go now, ”

You got up, but he pulled you back onto the chair.

“I’d love to go out with you y/n, ” he said calmly even though his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Really?” You asked.

“Really, ” he confirmed, putting four fingers on each side of your waist.

He leaned in a little, father absent from his face. Your breathing picked up as you followed his lead, brushing your lips against his. For a minute, you had forgotten the whole room was watching in anticipation until they began to cheer. You sighed and tugged him upstairs.

“I don't need them staring at us, ” you said, sitting down on your bed.

“I totally agree, ” Shigaraki said, moving closer to you.

You couldn't help the blush that grew on your cheeks as he slung his arm around your shoulders.

“You're so cute, ” he said, turning your face towards his.

He pressed his lips against your lips. They were perfect though a little chapped from the cold winter weather. You kissed him back eagerly, gripping his hair with your hands. Your fingers slipped through his soft blue hair. He pulled away smiling and pressed his forehead to yours.

“You need to move the mirror downstairs, ” he said, “dabi could see your hand the entire time, ”

“That bitch, ” you muttered.

He chuckled, "I'm glad we're on the same page,"

He pressed another kiss to your lips, slow and steady. You couldn't help but feel a small need inside of you begin to grow. Obviously, you pushed it back down. You didn't want to pressure him so early on. As you spent more time with him, you couldn't help but get more and more turned on by him. You couldn't stop staring at the way the veins in his neck reached down to the slope of his shoulders and disappeared. His sharp jawline made your heart flutter when he turned his head to the side.

The next time you got him alone, you couldn't keep your hands off of him.

"mmph- y/n hold on," he laughed.

You pressed wet, hot kisses to Shigaraki's neck, and he threaded his hands through your hair. You tapped into your quirk, and it seemed he was practically screaming for you to fuck him, but he wasn't hard? You worked harder, pinching and twisting his nipples under his shirt. He was moaning and groaning, but nothing was poking your leg.

"Hey, Tomura, I can tell you want this, but you're not hard," you said, "is there, um, something else I should be doing?"

"no, y/n it's fine don't worry about it," he stammered, "we can go watch a movie or-"

You pushed him down on the bed, getting on top of him.

"Just lemme work my magic, baby," you shushed.

"um, babe, it's just. I-I don't know," he said.

He felt so exposed with his shirt off but taking his pants off? He didn't know if he could do it.

"y/n I-"

"shh," you said, "just lemme help,"

He began to panic as you pulled at the waistband of his pants, but his need outshined his growing fear stopping you from picking up on it. To his dismay, you pulled down his pants and boxers all in one go. He felt the cold air hit his cock, and he began to cry. Shigaraki felt so embarrassed. Why him? Why couldn't he have a body like everyone else's? Why couldn't he be enough for you? He got up, not saying a word until you pulled him back down onto the bed.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed, "I just- I want to be enough for you, but I'm just not,"

You held him, stroking his hair.

"You're more than enough for me. I'll always think you're beautiful," you said, "I don't care about bullshit like that. In fact, I have something better,"

You rifled through the drawer as he wiped away his tears. You pulled out a large strap-on and a bottle of lube. His eyes widened, and his cock twitched (as best it could). You giggled when you saw.

"someone's excited," you teased.

He blushed and nodded, "it um looks good,"

You smeared lube all over it and your fingers.

"Spread your legs, sweetie," you urged.

He did so gladly, exposing himself to you.

"fuck," you muttered under your breath.

He was so fucking gorgeous.

You pushed a finger into him as quickly as you could watching him gasp as his asshole clenched.

“You're very sensitive, ” you observed.

He blushed and pressed the side of his head into the pillow as he was still lying on his back. You guided his face, so he was looking at you.

“I want to see you, Tomura, if that's alright, ” you said.

He nodded once, “I’m okay with that y/n, ”

You smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re being a very good boy Tomura, ” you praised, “my good boy, ”

You started moving the finger again, circling and stretching his tight hole. He whimpered as you pushed in another finger. Despite feeling good, the experience was still a bit uncomfortable. Tomura bucked into your hand once he was used to the sensation. You watched in amazement as he acclimated so quickly; he was excellent at everything he did. How could one man be so perfect?

“More, ” he whispered, “please y/n. Give me more, ”

You kissed him much harder than before.

“Anything for you, ” you promise as you add in a third finger.

He squirmed and moaned while you prepared him. Your other hand grabbed the dripping toy. You pulled out your fingers, and he gulped.

‘How is that supposed to fit inside of me?’

You put it in inch by inch as he gasped and groaned.

“It feels s-so good y/n, ” he gasped.

You were only halfway in, and he was already losing his mind. His small cock was producing what seemed like a constant stream of pre-cum. Three-fourths of the way in, he started to struggle to accommodate the large toy. But he took a deep breath and let you push the rest inside. Once it's in all the way, he couldn't help but cry. It hurts.

“Take deep breathes for me, ” you said as you cupped your lover's face and left soft kisses all over.

He shook his head, “can’t. it h-hurts y/n, ”

You held him, kissing his forehead.

“It's okay, sweetie,” you shushed, “it's gonna be okay. You just have to hold on a little longer for me, ”

“I can't, ” he sobbed, “I can’t, ”

“Just one more minute Tomu. It’s gonna feel so good, ” you promised.

Shigaraki couldn't stop crying. He felt so full. Too full. You took his cock between two fingers and “stroked” it gently. He gasped and moaned so loud it reverberated throughout the room. You finally slid the strap onto your hips. You held it in your hands for most of the time, having much more control of your hands compared to your hips.

You rocked your hips gently. Slowly, not pulling out in the least. Tomura was clenching to the point of holding you like a vice. You moaned at the reaction. Even though you weren't being touched, watching your beautiful boyfriend come undone was enough for you. You let go of his cock, watching him squirm again.

“No, ” he moaned, “please don’t stop, ”

“I don't want you to cum too quickly, sweetie. This is your first time, after all, ” you teased.

He whined, “can you at least go faster y/n? Please?”

You picked up the pace without a word. Shigaraki wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you down, so your chest was rubbing against his. Every time your shirt rubbed against his nipples, he let out a high-pitched moan. Your new angle hit his prostate head-on. His hands dug into your shoulders. If you weren't immune to his quirk, you'd be screwed.

“Y/n, ” he drooled, “fucking kiss me, ”

You were on him immediately, shoving your tongue deep into his mouth. He pulled at you hair.

“Y/n, ” he moaned into your mouth, “so good, ”

You sped up, and he yelped into your mouth. He was gasping for air even when you pulled away. You felt every part of him tense before his small cock shot out a surprisingly large amount of cum. Shigaraki was blissed out. Every part of him screamed to sleep, but he pulled you over him and yanked your hips down onto his face.

He licked and sucked, slobbering all over your pussy.

“Such a messy cunt, ” he groaned, diving back in, “all for me, ”

You collapsed onto his face, nearly suffocating his with your thighs (don't worry, he loved every second of it) before rocking back and forth on his face.

“Yes, ” you moaned, “god yes, Tomura, you're so good. I love it. I fucking love it. You're such a good boy. My good boy, ”

Shigaraki moaned into you at the praise, licking and sucking until you gushed into his mouth and all over his face. You collapsed next to him.

“Fuck, ” you gasped, “that was amazing, Shig, ”

You giggled and pulled him into your chest.

“That was so amazing, ” you praised again.

He wrapped his arms around you and muttered something incoherent before passing out immediately.

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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A harem collab in which we go to a party with our v precious hero 18+ Smut boooiiii

Sitting across from him never did get easier. As much as you told yourself it would.

If anything it got harder and harder to share the same room as him, let alone air.

But you were lucky enough, or unlucky enough, to join the agency when you did and to be partnered with your big time crush FatGum. Although you idolized him you were sure he didn't remember you.

And how could he? He saved countless people a day so it should be no surprise that he had no idea who you were on your first day. Still, it stung.

And it shouldn't still sting or come to a surprise when he sets down a flyer on your desk. A huge smile on his chubby cheeks as he taps the sheet of paper.

"Can you believe it?! The agency is throwing a new year's eve party!" He practically gushes, lingering by your desk with his intoxicating smile. He rummages in his brown bag, setting breakfast onto your desk careful to avoid getting grease stains on the flyer as if you'd hang it up one day instead of shoving it into the trash.

"They have one every year." You shrug, thanking him for the breakfast but tossing the paper into the trash can. His smile never waivers as he pulls it from the fresh bin, returning it to the smooth wooden top.

"Yea but not at a fancy hotel and never an open bar! We should go!" His eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart hammers in your chest.

Little do you know he prays to the Gods you don't say no.

"I dont know, it's such short notice. Like next week ain't it?." At least it wasn't a no. He smiles, thinking of your competative behavior.

"Oh I see what it is." He takes the sheet from your desk, waltzing to his own, "You're scared."

"Tch, scared of what?" You hiss, snatching for the paper.

"Scared I'll out drink you!" He laughs at your cute scowl as you size him up. His metabolism was insane, and with him being in his larger state you might not be able to win.

But he didn't have to know that.

"You fucking wish you could out drink me! Remember the last party we went to? You showed your age and could barely stand!"

"Oi! I was much thinner then. I think luck is on my side this time." He slaps his belly and you smile. A genuine laugh fills the room causing Taishiro's heart to clench.

"Yea, yea." You wipe away a tear, "We'll see."

The day drags on and on, turning into a week of you glancing his way. Making sure he wasn't gaining any extra weight as he brought you your normal breakfast daily.

It wasn't until the day of the party did you gain the advantage, a fight almost turned wrong and Taishiro had to use majority of that stored fat for a deadly punch to stop the villain from terrorizing the city.

Still you'd never want this type of advantage just for a stupid drinking contest. Although he was not at his largest, he still had a considerable "dad bod" going on.

"I still can't believe they had a tux in this size so late!" Taishiro shouts into the locker room at the agency, adjusting his tie as he waits for you. Meanwhile nerves eat you alive as you stare into your reflection, wondering if this dress fit okay, smoothing the fabric over your stomach self consciously.

"You okay in there? We're gonna be late." He calls softly, hoping you aren't having second thoughts about going with someone like him.

"Coming!" You call back, glancing at your deep amber dress a final time before rushing into the hall.

"I was just thinking you were going to forfeit and then I-" Words die in his throat and he drinks you in. Beautifully complimented by the shape and color of your dress as he mouth hangs agape.

"Wow. You look…"

"Tai, I know, I look...different."

"Amazing, perfect, breathtaking." He gives you a pointed look, "Which is no different than how you normally look."

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and you're thankful he misses your flustered expression. The walk to the hotel and the brisk cold air gives you time to not only cool off but think.

Really reflect on the year, this horribly rotten, all bad luck year. Reminding you of all the times you had failed but also reminding you of all the opportunities you had missed. And not opportunities in the sense of promotions or saving people but opportunities to get closer with a certain somebody.

You glance up at him and he glances down at you, smiling in a way that sets your skin on fire and yet it makes you feel at ease.

Slowly you were coming to hate it.

"I'm excited that they decided to invite some smaller agencies. Means I can introduce you to some of the kids I interned. Well I guess they are adults now huh." He looks nostalgic, sad even as he stares into space. Opening the door to the large hotel and it the look sticks with him until he is just before the party doors.

"Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." You huff as he places his hand on the small of your back, bringing you into the rented ballroom. Lights and sounds consume your sense as music dances around light conversation. You're beginning to wonder if a drinking contest was such a good idea that is before you see the CEO of your agency totally shit faced. You glanced down at your watch, it was only 8pm.

Taishiro guides you around the room with a "starter" drink, introducing you to old and new faces. Beaming with pride as he introduces you as his partner and not his sidekick like other heroes had done in the past. You hated how much your heart raced.

"And this is Kirishima! He was one of my best and most memorable! Kids got guts and heart in spades!" He slaps Kirishima on the back and the young man slumps forward with a sharp toothed smile.

"Aw come on, I wasn't that great…" He scratches the back of his head.

"I heard that's when you became 'unbreakable'! I think that's so cool!" You gush over the young hero complimenting him to no end.

"Stop. You'll give me a big head." He smiles, blushing furiously before his eyes wander to the closeness of the two of you and then they settle on your drinks, "You're not trying to out drink the infamous FatGum are you?"

You laugh loudly before leaning in close as if to share a secret.

"Oh, yes and I plan to kick his ass."

Kirishima returns your smile and stage whispers

"Taishiro-sama has lost a good bit of weight. I believe in you!" He winks before someone across the room calls for him, "Call me when you get really started!!"

Two hours pass and you find yourself sitting across from your partner with his sleeves rolled up. Showcasing those deadly forearms as he slams back another shot. Kirishima keeps tally on hotel stationary and announces the number of shots.

"You'll have to take five to be in the lead! You'll have two minutes to decide to forfeit or-" But before he can finish you're grabbing for one of the prefilled shot glasses.

"Kanpai!" You shout, slinging them down, ignoring how the room is spinning and how bright the light reflects off of the table full of empty shot glasses.

Kirishima's eyes widen as you down an extra shot for good measure, tallying the booze count with worry.

"Fat hero." He says, almost gritting his teeth, "You'll have to take seven to be in the lead."

The large hero leans on his forearms on the table, the alcohol he's had had mostly been processed and maybe your figured that out. That he was starting to lose his edge so he takes you up on the challenge knocking back the several shots as if they were water. You're eager to gulp down a few more praying it drowns out your feelings for the sexy man across from you, instead he lets his broad hand hover over the shot glasses. Silently giving you a reprieve and noticing just how much you're sweating, how blown your pupils are.

"Let's give it a minute shall we?" He smiles as you drown in his golden eyes. Biting at your lower lip and with a defiant grip you swallow down a final shot.

"Your turn." You focus hard to make sure your words didn't slur, not wanting this feeling or night to end. He snorts, shaking his head wishing you acted out any other time than this.

"I forfeit." He places his hands up and you glare at him as you wonder if he did it on purpose. Before you have the time to accuse the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer, the room lags as you try to place names with faces as they come close to congratulate you. As more and more people crowd you, the hotter the room feels. Politely you excuse yourself to an enclave balcony closing the doors tightly behind you as you gulp down air, desperate to cool off and douse the desire that burns hot in your belly seeping to your core.

"Fuck." You rake your nails through your hair as a hit of icy air skates along your skin leaving goose flesh in its wake. A steady warmth comes from behind you, voice deep as he speaks softly. You can tell he's using the same tone he uses on victims, trying not to startle them with his size.

Little did he know how much you loved how much bigger he was. A safe haven, protection embodied.

"Ready to go home?"

"No I'm fine! Perfectly fine." He sucks his teeth at your stubborn reply, leaning in close with his hands in the pockets of his tux.

"You look flushed...you seem out of it."

"I'm totally of sound mind!" A bark to which he laughs, giving in to the liquid courage as his large hand tilts your chin towards him. Flirting with a line he swore he'd never cross.

"Yea, if you're so sound of mind, would you let me do this?" He asks, leaning closer, lips almost brushing yours. Your breath mingles with his in little puffs of fog agaisnt the cool air and suddenly you're burning again.

From the inside out.

His lips touch yours, gently, passive at first and if he's trying to fight against his urges. Slowly he breaks away, amber eyes glued to your mouth before he sighs. Hoping he didn't just fuck everything up.

In an instant you're drawing him back to you, hands in his golden wheat hair and your fingers weave through the strands. Mouth opening and demanding more as his large hands grip onto your ribcage as if you'd float away.

And maybe you would, you felt like you could.

Frantically your hands demand more, exploring up his shirt, touching across his stomach and digging your nails down his back. His own hands follow suit, gripping at your ass and tits, memorizing every luscious curve until he is drunk off of you and you only. You moan into his mouth and with that he loses all restraint.

Shoving you against the harsh brick building, fisting your hair to tilt your head for better access, exploring your mouth with his well skilled wet muscle. Hands trailing beneath your dress to find your dress, squeezing at your thick thighs and when you moan in approval he moves higher and higher still until his fingers brush against the damp fabric. This time it is his turn to groan as he presses his hardened cock against you, your hips move to grind against his large fingers.

"Please Tai" It is soft, breathy, sending him into a frenzy as he gives you exactly what you want. Letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric to gather the slick between your folds, gently rubbing against your throbbing clit. You arch against his touch, exposing your neck to him, he leans over and bites. Placing kisses along your throat, making sure to be careful enough to avoid marks before his hazed brain causes him to speak.

To confess.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asks, plunging his fingers into your tight heat, stretching you as you mewl, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Kamisama you were perfect. And tonight. Fuck baby. Wearing my eye color for all to see. You want people to think you're mine?"

"Yes, Taishiro. I want people to think I'm yours." You moan, fucking yourself on his fingers before he takes over. Setting a quick pace before he curls his thick fingers just right, in an instant you're creaming against his digits. Crying out as he overstimulates you before he covers your mouth with his broad hand, reminding you just how much he dwarfs you.

It makes you cum again and again and he corners you against the wall. Cock twitching as he laps up your sinful faces with a gluttonous appetite.

"Please Tai, pleeeasse."

"What's wrong baby? My fingers not enough?" His cocky tone drives you mad and your hips buck against his touch before he withdraws from your heat. Panting he levels his gaze yo you.

"Is this what you want?" Peppering you with kisses as if you could deny him and his godly hands.

"Don't make me beg Tai…" You rasp, he gives a devilish smile.

"Then I won't." His hands slink up your dress, gathering it at your waist as on skillful finger pulls the overly damp underwear away from your soaking sex. He frees himself and you swallow, not realizing just how large he was, for a moment you worry you won't be able to take him.

"I'll be gentle." He coos, easing himself in an inch at a time as your stretch around his thick cock. Pussy fluttering as it adjusts to his size, he gathers your legs to his sides, squeezing your hips to keep from rutting into you roughly. He pistons his hips slowly, watching your face contort as he angles himself just right. Sensual thrusts have your legs and pussy squeezing him so deliciously tight. Still he worries he's going to hurt you.

"You okay?" Alcohol lingers on his breath and you swallow him whole with a kiss. Moaning into his mouth softly as he rocks you into one of your most intense orgasms to date. It's a slow build, undeniably intoxicating as his steady pace hits your spongy soft spot and his pelvis rubs against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps and your body clamps onto the behemoth of a man tightly, stars dot your vision as he continues to fuck you through it.

"God you're so beautiful ya know? So responsive to my touch. Taking me so well baby." He purrs against your ear, "Makes me want to keep this pace all night."

He keeps true to his promise, bringing you to new heights at the steadiest of paces, causing you to lose count of how many times you've cum on his length. Pussy attempting to milk him dry as he palm swallows your screams. He looks at your features, your makeup running from delirious tears, mouth fallen opened in a propetial O as your hair clings to your skin.

"Kamisama you're like art." He kisses your quickened pulse, "Ready for me to fill you love? You're squeezing me so tight…"

He groans and all you can think of his him and the searing pleasure that courses through your veins to settle in your over sensitive heat. His cock twitches and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of the Fat Hero's fat cock and his cum. But words are lost in your hoarse throat and all you can do is nod, moaning his name as if it were a prayer. It's all the encouragement he needs, quickening his pace as the crowd inside grows louder. Counting down from 10.

It's all lost to you and his hips snap against you, the brick scraping against your shoulders as his grip on you becomes so tight you're sure you'll bruise. Your body hyper aware of every little sensation as you drown in pleasure and warm amber sun, he groans, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum, your vision spots as your body arches to meet him as your spams a final time while his lips crash to yours.

All the while fireworks erupt over head, bringing in the new year on a literal high note.

He huffs, sweating as he looks at you, still buried to the hilt. Swiping his thumb over your cheek and running mascara before he breathes out so gently.

"Happy new year baby."

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ennoshawty · 3 years

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HQ CAPTAINS AS THINGS

i was bored and felt like doing a crackfic thing but i didn’t have any solid themes or good ideas

SO I PRESENT TO YOU - THE CAPTAINS. AS THINGS. IDK HOW TO WORD THIS BUT YOU’LL SEE AS WE GO ALONG.

warnings: VERY LONG, slandering a crybaby oikawa (lovingly), mentions f!reader, shitposting, mentions of violence in kita's, (a bit) yandere!kita, cursing, unedited, me being an idiot

officer!daichi

we are: vigilante/troublemaker

loving the enemies-to-lovers trope so much

nah bro you ain’t full criminal (bc my preppy ass could never) you just do the small vandalism things y’know like drawing peepees on government buildings and knocking over bins

u literally confessed to him by spraypainting the entire billboard by his workplace “I LIKE YOU” like way to go girl

He didn’t appreciate the creative graffiti but he rlly likes u so all u had to do was clean it and then next thing u know yall are out on a cute cafe date

but let’s talk about before yall got together

he’d CHASE u thru alleyways when he’d catch you writing “police sux” on the fuckin wall

bro is NOT AT ALL afraid to jump onto the roofs it’s FRIGHTENING to see this huge ass police officer storm after u

HES SO FAST HOT DAMN WOMAN HOW DO U GET AWAY FROM HIM??? USAIN BOLT WHOMST???

you’d almost always get away by a hair - he’s SO SO close

and it frustrates him but excites u oooooo arrest me shawty

and this would continue for a while

but yall have such fun fun banter - you’d tease him and he’d say something back and you’d bolt and he’d chase

some days he’d catch you. but in those times u slip away somehow

he’s having so much fun and doesn’t even know it

and then at one point he doesn’t even care about bringing u to justice anymore. he knows it’s bad for business and it’s unprofessional but he’s so attracted to u

he doesn’t even know it. HES IN DENIAL!!! his mind: “oh i’m just asking about her so that i know her motives” bruh no u just asked about our fav pastry this aint about crime anymore

and when he finally gets it,,,DINGDINGDINGDING SOUND THE ALARMS !!! MAN IS WHIPPED!! he’s more shy around u awww,,,doesn’t even want to chase u anymore but he will still engage in banter w u.

yall get a little peace treaty in the lil crush stage - you both are kinda aware of ur feelings towards each other but don't really wanna mess it up and jeopardize whatever's going on like bros PLEASE JUST KISS ITS INFURIATING

it’s more of a competition to see who will break the other first (and you lost he’s too hot)

he lets u joyride his cop car in an empty parking lot <3 he is the one <3 this is true love

u gotta marry him right now bro no excuses

u are no longer on the crime side of the law,,,u support him and only him fuck the rest of the cops (i’m jk of course...or am i)

u are his badass sidekick <3 unofficially of course until he marries u

u help him with the small things like helping lost children find their parents and helping old ladies cross the street

but you want to do the FUN stuff - chasing thieves and arresting drunkards.

unfortunately, he loves u too much to put u in danger so he keeps u from doing the dangerous things

after some protesting later, he trusts u to take care of urself. and now yall have a competition just like old times - whoever catches the most baddies at the end of the month wins (he WILL scold u if ur too reckless though)

THE TWO OF U ARE JUST GOOD COP BAD COP UHAHAHAHAHAHA

but it’s much more complicated than that - it’s either ur the laidback one and he’s the strict one or ur the fiery one and he’s the person like “calm down”

PLEASE HE HATES BRINGING U TO INTERROGATIONS he’s trying to be serious but you keep making him laugh istg he has to kick u out each time

u still make him laugh when u pout-glare at him thru the glass

bro says he’s not the stereotypical cop but the moment u surprise him with donuts and coffee in the morning he will make out w u right then and there

even though yall dating he still won’t let u play with his equipment

but sometimes u grab his walkie talkie when he’s not looking and prank call the others

and his coworkers know by now they’re like “oh it’s daichis gf” and go along with it HAHAHAHA “this is alpha 1, daichi just contracted ligma, over.” “roger, but what’s ligma? over.” “*inhale* LIGMA-” *daichi takes the walkie talkie back*

his coworkers are chill lmaoooo they love u two as a couple THEY ARE VERY SUPPORTIVE they planned a surprise anniversary party of when u joined the force (unofficially)

the juniors tanaka and noya are jelly ooooo but they respect their captain <3

u loooooove hanging out w the starry-eyed new recruit hinata and he’s bouncing around asking u personal questions “how did you date the commander!!! what’s he like as a bf??” he also accidentally exposes how much daichi talks about u in the office before he drags him away and murders him off camera

he does get u a walkie talkie that’s just connected to his line, tho. for emergencies. it’s ur second phone basically that only has his number in it

daichi LOVES it when u massage him after he’s had a long day but his shoulders are stiff as a statue,,,he’s also super stronk and can carry u anywhere <333

IMAGINE HE HAS A POLICE DOG - he doesn’t, but he’ll get one of his buddies to bring u a k9 unit so u can pet it and when he sees how happy u are he considers getting one PLSSS IT WOULD FIT HIM HELPPP

bro is VERY strict on safety. bulletproof glass in yalls house. alarms + cameras everywhere. trackers on every device. underground bunker. (just kidding lol)

daichi teaches u self-defense and gets u a bejeweled taser for ur bday <333 MARRY THIS MAN RIGHT NOW OR I’LL-

in other words i love daichi and he is husband material WIFE ME UP BUDDY

househusband!oikawa

we are: girlboss sugar mommy

somehow you tamed this bish to becoming your obedient malewife

and by obedient i mean whiny but compliant

IS MORE ATTACHED TO YOUR BLACK CARD THAN TO YOU. I SAID IT. THE TRUTH.

sure, he’s pretty and gives affection sometimes but the only time he’s bein cute and snuggly w u is when a new fendi purse came out and he wants it

his specialty is cooking but he’s so lazy he’s all “just get the maid to do it”

please give ur workers a raise he’s so demanding

when you take him to ur business parties hes ALWAYS bragging about you and ur large house with this and that and his favorite: indoor hot tub. he always brings up the indoor hot tub.

only reason you bring him is cuz he’s pretty and he whines when you leave him alone for too long

yall cant even stay for too long - he’ll practically drag u out of the building and whining that it’s too hot and his suit is too stuffy and to call a limo

he’s not afraid to embarrass u if u dont give him what he wants and he will spit out food at a formal dinner if its not to his liking

probably in competition w househusbands! makki and mattsun about who gets the best house so he’s constantly begging u for an extension to the house “please babe!!! makki has-” “no.”

8/10 times throws tantrums in public and 1465/10 times throws tantrums in the house

he wants to cry for the sake of crying. one time he lost his shirt and he wouldn’t stop bawling for 15 min

please find him a hobby

crybaby . the moment u give him the glare of death it’s over. but he’s got a cute crying face which makes up for his annoying whimpering

like he made the mistake of throwing a temper tantrum in the mall only for you to glare at him with a look that said “we’re discussing this when we get home and you’re gonna get your ass beat” and walk away. immediately stopped what he was doing and he was running after u, sniffling and mumbling apologies

please humble him and have him sleep outside. the couch is too luxurious to banish him to. he made sure of it himself. it’s reclining and has charging ports. he will not learn his lesson that way

does NOT want you to get a pet or a kid or even another sugar baby/househusband - he wants to be the center of ur attention

speaking of which he HATES it when you work for too long or work overseas. when u come back he’ll pout at u and give u the petty silent treatment

don’t bother trying to comfort him he thrives off of it and he’ll keep going so u can keep paying attention to him. if u just ignore him back he’ll come crawling back to u. “WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME IGNORING YOU?? DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME ANYMORE???”

one time yall got into a fight and he was all like “since ur being a rude mommy i’ll just find someone else !!!” inside u were like “oh god finally” but instead u said “okay”

ohmygod he panicked. he was rlly expecting for u to fight for him,,, but he doesn’t want to admit defeat first so he tries to go thru with it but you literally dont care. even when he has his chanel luggage packed and he’s standing by the door ur just like “ok bye bitch”

So he’s trying to stand by the door and wait for u to say that ur joking. ur not.

“fine! I’m leaving now!” “okay.” “...*sniffles*” “tooru, go.” “WAAAAH NO IM SORRY I DONT WANT TO-”

u knew this was going to happen sadly. u even hid the keys to all of the sports cars u own just in case he was actually going to go thru with it

tries to get in the gossip circle with the neighborhood trophy wives but they don’t think he’s cool enough. they like u though. they think ur hot asf and oikawa doesn’t like them no more bc theyre hitting on his ATM. but thanks to that u know all the gossip and shit even though u don’t ask for it

Every time u pass by a store where he thinks he wants something he’ll just cling to u and give the puppy dog eyes. like it could be out of nowhere and u see it and you’re like “where. which store.”

bro once he went luxury he never went back. he wouldn’t EVER step foot into a grocery store ever again congrats he’s been bimbo-ified

beat him with ur gucci belt pls it’s so funny

also please please PLEASE discipline him. tell him it’s NOT okay to just randomly purchase the entire swarovski store or to throw a party at ur house just bc he’s feeling petty about u being at work for too long. ofc he’ll bitch about it but you need to be firm

but don’t worry,,,he’ll get the idea when u take away black card privileges and slap him around (lovingly)

now he has to ask permission like a good boy. he’ll kneel and hug u and give a lil pout and whine

you got a bigass man child i’m sorry maam u should’ve picked tobio or ushi

ceo!kuroo

we are: secretary

bruh keeps it mostly professional during work hours

but that all gets shedded off like a snake when we on break

one minute he’s all “get these papers done by today or i swear on all that is holy i will destroy you” and then later he’s all “hey sweetheart wanna grab a cup of coffee”

flirty flirty FLIRTY FLIRTY AAAAA HES A MENACE

but you’re less than impressed bc y’know when the time clocks out and its time to go back to work he’s ruthless once more

HUMBLE HIM FOOL only when you’re on break though

will NOT stand for anyone else in the workplace bullyin u - NO WAY. only HIM

he’s got TONS and TONS of dirt on everyone in the office - NO ONE is safe so they wouldn’t even dare

RIP janet from accounting

that dumb bitch made the mistake of insulting u to ur face and in front of him. never heard from her again

it’s not even limited to the other employees - he’s not afraid to go off on a potential business partner if they dared disrespect you

bruh tries to call u on ur off days for the most randomest shit and to get ur attention

*picks up phone* “sir?” “ah! my favorite secretary ever! listen, i need you to grab my pens from my desk at the office and bring them to my place.” “...with all due respect, it’s 2 am, sir.”

but u have to comply with his ridiculous demands cuz he’s the bank

and he depends on u completely. as much as he hates to admit it - u have his schedules, itinerary, provide coffee, performance rates, stock info, you name it.

once u were out sick and he had the worst management - he’s not used to working without you

def tries to get some of ur workload off of u bc he’s worried that the stress of working for him made u sick + he doesn’t want to go thru scheduling again

prolly gets bored in meeting rooms and sends u little smirks and wiggles his eyebrows and weird looks while he’s sitting and ur standing in the corner like bruh pay attention

maybe sometimes he’s secretly makin fun of the presenter and doodling on his spare sticky note something funny to make u crack a smile

he’ll tease u for it of course “oh, secretary! you should be paying more attention! what would you do if this was important?” bruh i can multitask now keep airdropping me ur selfies i’m saving all of them (news flash: u dont save his dumbass selfies otherwise his ego will inflate too much)

sometimes likes to pull u aside from work to hug u - you say it’s highly unprofessional but he says it’s his stress reliever

you ALMOST got caught by one of the newbies and he was kabedon-ing you

he tries to play it off (since u were embarrassed too) but u know better,,,DO NOT LET HIM FORGET ABOUT IT he turns red and embarrassed every single time USE THIS TO UR ADVANTAGE !!

never goes into an elevator without you bruh is so attached to u n holds the doors open for you

but you have to open normal doors for him if he doesn’t know how it works (hint: manual doors. “why isn’t it opening on its own?” “sir, there’s a handle.” “but?? what does it do??”)

bruh acts like a dumbass sometimes so you can baby him :/// wtf man just because you’re rich doesn’t mean i’ll- ...wait...how much did you say…? that many zeros? HAND ME THAT FORK YES I’LL FEED YOU COME HERE- HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE BITCH

brings u to overseas trips and he spoils u too

no matter how much you insist that you’re ok he gives u a lot of luxurious items. “think of it as a bonus from me.” NOW YOU JUST HAVE A COLLECTION OF NICE SHOES/BAGS/JEWELRY AND HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR THEM TO WORK IT MAKES HIM SO HAPPY UGHHHHH

BRUH just a sugar daddy at this point “you have to look presentable for the next focus group so here’s a nice rolex watch” “sir, i don’t need-” “ah ah ah - it’s my treat.”

it’s pointless to refuse him but he still teases u for it like what???? “if i didn’t know any better, secretary, i’d say you’re just doing it for my money and not my fabulous looks and personality.” “exactly.” “hey!”

yall go for drinking parties a lot. whether with the whole branch or just the two of u

KARAOKE W KUROO AFTER A LONG DAY OF WORK <333 becomes a ritual between the two of u

he’s so silly when he’s drunk lmfaoooo goofy ass mf

but that’s only when it’s the two of u. he controls his alcohol around others and his uncool side is only for u <3

also ur the only one he trusts to take him back to his place and handle him

it’s the other way around too - when u drink a lot he looks after you <333

you have a higher tolerance than him and sometimes u have competitions between the two of u on who can drink more but then yall always end up shitfaced

HES the one who has a crush on you

you know the drill - gaslight gatekeep girlboss

he’ll do anything for u but wouldn’t ever admit it he simp

offers u the keys to his estate and offers for you to LIVE with him

bruh just marry me already ok WAIT WE’RE NOT EVEN DATING YOU NEED TO WORK ON THAT SIR-

he’s so awkward tryna confess to u,,,he may be this big hotshot ceo but he’s acting like a schoolgirl in love

probably prints u a confession when he asks u to go to the fax machine lmfao what a nerd

in other words ceo!kuroo is a nerd and you need to top him immediately get that bank

dog hybrid!bokuto

we are: owner

Husky-malamute breed!!! BEEG DOGGIE VERY HAPPY N DROOLY <333

OVERLY HYPER. JUMPS ON ANYONE AND U AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT

he’s well trained i swear but the moment he sees something of interest then i’m sorry you just lost him

please if a robber came in he wouldn’t even attack them he’d just tackle them w hugs

he loves loves loves snuggles <333 u busy? nope!!! hug time!!! cooking something?? oo lemme see!!! whoops look at all those tomatos on the ground. u got a deadline coming up and u really need to focus?? CUDDLE TIIIIIIME- w-wait - huh?? why are u shoving me off?? do you - do you not - huh?!?! WHY ARE YOU LOCKING ME OUT OF THE ROOM?? NO!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! IDK WHAT EXAMS ARE BUT I WANT CUDDLES!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????!!!

the WORST things u could ever do to him is leave him and call him a bad boy

HE CRIES ON THE SPOT </3 HOW COULD YOU </3

soso bummed when u go out of the house without him </333 waits by the door patiently waiting for u to come back </333 sob sob

the moment he hears the door unlock he LEAPS and his tail is wagging like CRAZY

he is SO STRONG. almost always knocks u over whenever he jumps on u

destroys EVERY toy u bring him. u leave him for 5 seconds and there’s stuffing all over the floor and whatever u brought him is nonexistent

tugs on the leash when u walk so much that it SNAPS

loves romping w the other dogs in the dog park but he needs to tone down on his friendliness he almost killed a lil orange chihuahua

gets distracted by EVERYTHING. ooh, squirrel! oo, butterfly! OOO HUMAN CHILD!! MUST EAT!!!

ok while he might be friendly, he still gets super super jealous. you both were outside and u were petting the neighborhood black cat and bruh almost swallowed his head

which u thought was weird bc the two are normally friends and are pretty nice around each other

so now he’s more feisty around him and any other cat that’d get ur attention

If it was a person, then that’s another thing. He’d be very friendly at first but then slowly realize that ur attention is more directed on them than him. then he’d go ballistic

but when u scold him for practically assaulting the poor dude and call him a bad boy,,,he’s lost it

u have to lock him in the other room and he’s crying and whimpering, scratching at the door. all he wanted to do was protect u from that bad bad man who took away his owner’s attention !!!

def snarls at the dude next time he comes into ur house/apartment...dude never came back

“GRRR” “AAAA GET UR FRIGGIN DOG B-” “he don bite” YES IT DO GET UR-”

doggie bokuto rlly tries to be slick...it doesn’t work. like he tries to do that thing when he’s a total demon towards the guy but then act like an angel around u but it doesnt work bc he’s not smooth

doggie intelligence: 2 IQ. one time u got him a puzzle box and hid a treat in it but bruh couldnt figure it out just straight up monched the entire puzzle simply bc he smelled his fav bbq treat in it

speaking of intelligence - he only knows how to say a few words like ur name and incomplete sentences. speaks in barks and whines and sometimes a word

SO BIG THAT HE GRABS FOOD FROM THE TABLE WHEN YOU’RE NOT LOOKING

u had some delicious beef steak? oh dear, where did it go? there’s ur puppy kou with steak sauce all over his lips

big fan of hiking trips, sports, literally anything that involves going out

he LOVES getting dirty outside playing. boi cant control himself from rolling around in the mud

hates baths at first but then he likes how u spray the water on him and giggles awww he likes bath time now

we all know he’s not the brightest pup of the pack but,,,he’s somehow psychic. he knows when ur taking him to the vet

HE THROWS A BIG FUSS ALL THE TIME - sometimes he tries to hide but his huge tail under the couch gives it away

and he knows when ur thinking of taking him on a walk. he also begs u to take him outside by settling his head in ur lap and pouting until u give him what he wants

he likes the big ol doggie sweaters/pjs u buy him...but he always ruins them. no matter how much u buy him, they’re all ruined. he complains how scratchy it is and it feels weird on him

knows LOTS of tricks but if u teach him more than what he already knows he will forget one of them he’s like a damn pokemon

he feels ur emotions :((( if ur mood is down his tail droops :(( and he gives u cuddles and tries to make u feel better

he even likes to make a fool out of himself and be silly if it makes u laugh :((( he’s so precious

in other words i love doggy bokuto

pirate!ushijima

we are: kidnapped

ah yes we’re are captives of the most fearsome pirates of the seas: shiratorizawa

just so you know, tendou was the instigator. he was all “let’s kidnap a noble’s kid and get the ransom money!” (whether you actually are a noble or not is up to you)

thing is, nobody’s willing to pay (if you aren’t a noble) or the pirates really pissed off the folks in charge and are now doing a manhunt

so yeah you aren’t going back anytime soon

but he’s a pretty good sport about it - very hospitable

he notices the little things u like and gets them for u <333 sighs <333

he saw you reading that book? wow look at that, there’s suddenly a stack of them and the same genre he saw you reading

but you definitely shouldn’t test him. he’s SUPER scary when it comes down to it

you saw how ruthless he was with the rogues that had dared to challenge him on sea

mf made them walk the plank

you help on the ship bc u wanna be useful and also shirabu keeps being mean

he asks u to teach the crew how to read cuz theyre dumb as shit and only know water and treasure

speaking of treasure - when he leaves u on the ship to explore a cave, he gets u really pretty jewelry <33 anything u ask for

“oh, welcome back captain. how was your mission?” “i brought back a few trinkets i thought you might like.” *reveals whole chest of priceless gems* “are they to your liking? if not, we can set sail for something else that might interest you.” “I-”

bruh got a pet eagle - u ask the crew and they dont even know how tf it happened

hell, even he doesn’t know how it happened wtf. “oh. one day it flew down to me and i fed it. that’s all.” wtf

equivalent to diluc’s bird - he didn’t even give it a name so he gives u the honors

U name him rigatoni (you got a great naming sense btw)

oh my god oh my god oh my god HE TRIES TO PROTECT U WHEN PPL WERE TRYNA INVADE THE SHIP

it was the first thing he did no cap - burst into ur room and scoops u up <33333

“what the-” “we need to get you to safety. we are under attack.” and holds u close to his chest AAAHSIDHFPSDHFN OH MY LORD YES

HAS THE TEAM GIVE U SELF DEFENSE LESSONS AFTER THAT

tendou tries to give u a sword but ushi says no “she could hurt herself.”

“but ushiwaka! we can teach her not to hurt herself” “...it’s my orders.” “c’mon, be more honest, ushiwaka! what’s the real reason?”

he goes quiet then looks at u “...i’ll always be there to help. she’ll have me.” AOISHSDHFSNDF

HELPPPPP SIOJFDSKFJP HES SO CHARMING AND HE DOESNT EVEN TRY

but the rest of the crew are like “then what’s the point”

but tendou sneaks u a dagger just to be safe

sorry ur apart of the crew now - but they’re like a family even if they did kidnap u

oh whatever your life before wasn’t as cool as this (no offense)

they are given orders to protect u at all costs

speaking of which - ushi isn’t all that great w guns

almost blew his own head off tryna figure out how it works before reon snatched it from him

he brings you with him to towns and cities and he likes taking u to the markets to get you stuff

ushijima tell me your love language is gift-giving without telling me your love language is gift-giving-

he finds out you’re pretty good at bargaining and brings you onshore a lot more

is mesmerized at how you absolutely BERATE the merchant who was tryna rip you off like sis where is this violence coming from??? he loves it??

he also likes to stop by some pretty islands and imagines just settling down in such a nice place w you <333 SIGHS <333 VERY <333 LOUDLY <333

no matter how much he likes you...he will NOT let you drive the boat under any circumstances </3 its his livelihood c’mon man

whenever you have to stay on the ship while he’s away he sends rigatoni to give messages and the two of u talk thru messages

speaking of which rigatoni is fierce and can definitely sink his talons and his sharp beak into any bastard that dares get near you while the captain is away

wakatoshi “swimming is for pussies” ushijima - he’s water resistant

bruh so powerful he walks on water

second coming of christ who

IM JUST KIDDING he does swim but we hardly ever see it

legends say (tendou says) he looks rlly awkward doing it and only knows how to doggie paddle

speaking of our homeboy tendou - he loooves spooking the team (and especially you) with scary stories . don’t worry tho - this is all a ploy to get the beeg pirate husband to comfort u at night ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he is ur wingman u can count on him. but his suggestions are ridiculous

“Jump off the deck and see if he’ll catch you!” um excuse me- THOU SHALT NOT PUT BIG HUSBAND TO THE TEST

he’s got good intentions...i think…

but everyone literally knows he would dive after you

in other words pirate!ushijima is a softie at heart but goddamn he probably secretly has a pet shark so dont test him or u goin overboard

mafia leader!kita

we are: associate from different group/family

kita highly respects u and yall have been acquainted since u were young with the alliance of ur families

so in a way ur childhood friends but yall do have lil bit of friendly rivalry a bit

arranged marriage whuuuutttt...yeah thats what happened but u love him <3

nobody else knows about ur arranged marriage but you two

POLITE GENTLEMAN <333 !!! HNNNNNNNN his granny raised him right even tho he’s a mafia leader

RICH BOY RICH BOY RICH BOY- ALWAYS DRESSES DASHINGLY AND SMELLS GREAT MMMMMM

he owns the majority of the underground casinos

and has lots of connections with others. countless, might i add.

you on the other hand specialize as an arms dealer so he cherishes your services the most

prob has the traditional tattoos allllll over his back and shoulders w like a dragon or sm and def a fox or kitsune

when u two were little he asked ur favorite flower and GOT THAT TATTOOED ON HIS BACK <3 probably secretly has your initials hidden in there somewhere

u both have a silent understanding of each other and he talks to u more than he does anyone

before he used to smoke but once he figured out that you didn’t like the smell of cigarettes he quit just like that

his underlings, the miya twins are so confused on how kita switches from totally brutal and ruthless to so soft around u

they can’t tease him for it, though, cuz he’d pulverize them

but they want to know more about u,,,you mysterious enigma,,,but kita would kill them if they dared asked about you

so they go to inarizaki’s most secretive informant/cyber mercenary, suna rintarou

and suna knows all about you. he saw you one time and he was curious about who you were and is now rlly scared of you because he dug too deep and you’ve got LOTS of history

he doesn’t dare tell the twins what he found no matter how much they bug him

until they bribe him at just the right price

and when aran finds out and tells kita?? ohhh boy it’s lights out for all three of them

oh my god ,,, would kill for u he loves u so much

one time you were kidnapped and held hostage

bro saw red

MAFIA ANNIHILATION SPEEDRUN ANY % NO GLITCH

he got world record time

wiped out the entire conglomerate behind it - nothing and nobody left behind after that

and of course, made sure you were safe.

yandere? ofc not...i mean...just look at him...so innocent...he would never...sharpening that knife...with splattered blood all over him...

is now joined at the hip with u,,,no matter how much you tell him you’ll be fine now and that you have tons of reliable bodyguards he won’t let it go

“don’t you have to go back to your place?” “this is my duty as both a fellow associate and your future husband.” aww,,,ur so sweet...but BRUH PLEASE GO HOME ARAN IS DOING EVERYTHING OVER THERE

makes sure to build a headquarters DIRECTLY NEXT TO YOURS so that its faster

and it’s not long until he just signs a deal to merge ur factions together (since yall getting married anyways)

and oh my god...ur underground wedding is SO SO PRETTY

absolutely DOESN’T care if he’s smuggling jewels from different countries - he’s having your ring CUSTOM MADE and the way you want it. “the diamond is too small? sure thing, darling, i’ll have it 7 times that size.”

makes sure everything is perfect in ur wedding <333 its very extravagant and even though its not really his style he’ll do anything for you

he absolutely WOULD take your last name if you wanted. FIGHT ME ON THIS

takes you to his private island for ur honeymoon so that the two of you don’t have to worry about work

meanwhile aran is scrambling around the place trying to cover for the both of you

he’s a VERY romantic husband - NEVER takes off his ring even for security. he says its practically a part of him just like you are <3

the ring has a built in tracker connected to an app. possessive? noooo...

in other words this escalated pretty quickly but i aint complaining if it gets me married to kita

--EXTRA EXTRA!! other characters’ roles!!--

officer!daichi:

karasuno squadron consists of:

cops: daichi (duh), asahi (mostly patrol, he hates confrontation), tanaka & noya (mostly accompanied by ennoshita), hinata & kageyama

investigators/detectives: sugawara, ennoshita, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kiyoko, yachi

surveillance: narita, kinoshita, tsukishima too

househusband!oikawa:

makki and mattsun are also househusbands

iwaizumi is a malewife fhasodjkasdhf-

ceo!kuroo:

lev is the newbie that walked in on u two-

janet still a bitch

kenma is his fellow ceo buddy. he also owns a multimillion dollar company and kuroo’s and his have a sort-of contract so you see him a lot in meetings

yaku is like one of the top performing managers so whenever yall have branch meetings he’s there

dog hybrid!bokuto:

kuroo is the black neighborhood cat bokuto almost murdered cough cough i did that on purpose yes i did

kenma is also another neighborhood cat. you don’t see him around that often but now that bokuto got jealous he stays far away.

hinata is the orange chihuahua i briefly mentioned

i couldn’t decide whether akaashi would stay human and be his previous owner or also be a cat/dog/owl. so lets say he’s ur human friend that is your bestie and comes over a lot. bokuto likes him, though. still gets jealous a bit.

pirate!ushijima:

tendou is practically is right hand man

the rest of the team have something to give idk how to explain pirate team members okay-

BUT BUT BUT- they do have sea rivals which are the seijoh pirates. you ran into them one day and oikawa thought you were kidnapped (you were, but you liked it there) so he tried to do you justice and failed miserably. ushijima ragdolled him into the ocean when he flirted w you.

mafia!kita:

the twins are something akin to mercenaries basically. or just plain lackeys.

suna is an informant/cyber mercenary. he gathers information about ppl which is how he knew about you. and he’s a hacker lol.

aran is his second-in-command, omimi + ginjima are his bodyguards

a/n: im going to regret posting this

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu captains #daichi sawamura #oikawa toru #kuroo tetsuro #kita shinsuke #ushijima wakatoshi #bokuto kotaro #x reader

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Can I ask for some badass jason moment like maybe he does something badass and people realize wow Jason's powerful and idk maybe percy just drools after his badass himbo boyfriend

Idk I'm not feeling great and just need some badass jason love all mixed in with percy being the one who drools not the other way (I dont mind the other way but I really want jason to be admired)

Hello sweet Anon. I'm so sorry you aren't feeling all good🥺sending you warm hugs and light☀️

Here's some dark!jercy featuring badass!Jason and some badass!Percy too. I hope you enjoy.

And if you're in need of anymore badass!Jase here's some other fics of mine: Dark!Jason trying to save kidnapped Percy; Dark!Jason forcing the gods to save Percy

If anyone else has badass!Jason fics please link them for Anon💖

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But onto this one!

TW: dark, murder, blood. This is not for the faint of heart, please proceed with caution.

"On your right!" Someone screams. It's not for his benefit. He is a weapon of mass destruction. The warning is for his opponent.

Percy Jackson slides under a gleaming sword and vaults back up with a wicked smile on his face. “Missed me."

The demigod shrieks, turning back around to face him.

"I will kill you Percy Jackson."

"You know I get tired of hearing that after ten years of this."

"Stop talking and fight me like the hero you're supposed to be."

He bares his teeth, green eyes flashing with anger, "I'm nobody's hero."

"Now that's a lie if I've ever heard one." A deep, clear voice from behind them drawls.

"Now is not the time you hopeless romantic." He laughs, turning to see his godly boyfriend landing on the ground with a soft thud.

"There's always time to appreciate you." Blue eyes twinkle, love and amusement glittering like stars.

"Can you two just shut up for like five seconds?" The demigod he had forgotten about growls, "I have shit to do and I'd prefer if we could get this over with."

"Better things to do than killing us?" Percy raises a brow, "Gee so sorry we're keeping you from your busy schedule."

"What's the problem anyway?"

"Your worthless trash of a boyfriend refuses to die."

"Oh," He winces, "You probably shouldn't have said that."

Jason's eyes flash with something otherworldly, dark, sinister, beautiful, "Why are you trying to kill him?"

The demigod' s expression flashes with disgust, like this simple task is beneath them, "Orders from the boss."

"And who is the boss?" His boyfriend asks quietly.

Percy can feel the air turning electric around them, can see the lightning slowly crackle in Jason's veins. After all these years, he knows better than anyone when his love is going to explode, can read the signs faster than even the blonde himself.

"We're under oath to keep the secrecy of the boss' identity."

"Cowards!" The Son of Jupiter growls, "Tell us and we can make this easy."

The sky above them goes a sickly shade of grey, and there are bolts flashing behind those blue eyes.

The demigod looks between them, fear finally seeping in. But they see Percy's smirk and something becomes visibly stone in their expression.

"Fuck you. I'll kill both of you."

The world detonates and green eyes dance with laughter as the demigod claws at their throat, eating lightning like candy.

"Tell us." The blonde's voice is deathly quiet. Soft with malice.

"Chiron." They gasp. Their body stiffens, hazel eyes freezing in an expression of horror. And with a single flick of his wrist Jason effaced the air from the demigod's lungs, carrying it in his golden fingers, and blew a kiss to the sky with that stolen oxygen.

"Gods you're hot," Percy sighs, looking at him with dark eyes and seduction.

"Later," His boyfriend laughs, "First we got a centaur to kill."

He grabs onto those broad shoulders, nuzzling his nose into his neck. Jason wraps his arms around him and kisses his forehead.

"You ready?"

"Fly me away Superman." He giggles.

And so they take to the skies, Percy clinging onto him with all his might and Jason laughing into the world.

"Why do I let you convince me this is a good idea?" He groans, "I hate this."

"The excuse to hold me outweighs your fear," The blonde whispers in his ear.

"It's your fault for being so godsdamn attractive."

His answer is met with laughter, and happiness, and never-ending love.

"Do we have to kill Chiron?"

Jason's body goes taut with anger, not at him. Never at him. "He tried to hurt you. He will not get away with that."

"I know," Percy winces, "But he raised me in this world. It seems... wrong?"

"What do you want to do instead?" The blonde finally gets out. Compromise. Collaboration. He knew it took a lot to get to this stage.

"Maybe we could—"

The Son of Jupiter gasps, his whole body shuddering.

In an instant Percy knows something is wrong, very, very wrong. A growing pool of blood is growing on the blonde's shirt, and a pretty wooden arrow is sticking out of his back.

"What the fuck?" He yells, looking around for the shooter.

"Perc," His boyfriend whispers, "I can't hold us up for much longer.

And then they're plummeting to the ground, wind screaming in their ears, twin hearts beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings.

But Percy is not afraid. For below them is the ocean and in his many years of living that great blue expanse has always been a safe place, a comfort, a protector. So they hurtle to their watery end and when they hit the sea Percy feels himself come alive.

He snaps the arrow at his boyfriend's back and puts a bubble of air around him.

"Here," He offers the ambrosia with a stern look, "Eat."

"We have to go out there and kill them."

His smile is vengeance incarnate, "Oh we will.” It was fine when it was just him they were attacking but to target Jason. To target his love. There are no lines he wouldn’t cross, no place too dark to venture to. He is a hypocrite for it. But he doesn’t care. “First you're going to heal. Because this isn't going to be quick. They will suffer for drawing even a drop of your blood."

Jason's eyes widen, darken, fill with desire, "I love it when you get like this."

"Destructive?" He grins.

"Powerful."

And then his boyfriend is pulling him close and kissing him like the world ends today. He can taste the ambrosia still dissolving on his tongue, more than that he can taste lightning and potent love. The kiss is rough and stinging and full of teeth. But it's raw with hunger and relief too.

"Let's go have some fun." Jason breathes.

And he can't help but giggle with anticipation as they rise through the ocean and walk across it.

The destroyer and his healer.

An arrow flies towards them. With a single swipe of his hand Percy shatters the cool metal. Jason gathers the shards in the air and watches as they group to form a broken spear pointing back at their attackers.

With a whispered hum the broken pieces fly across the sea and pierce six hearts perfectly.

Finally the two reach land, grainy sand sinking under their weight as they take in the scene in front of them. Twenty centaurs, four demigods, and an array of bodies convulsing on the ground as their own arrows slice their organs.

"Why?" Percy tilts his head, staring directly at the centaur he had known for so much of his life.

"You are too powerful. We cannot risk letting you roam free. We must keep the balance." Chiron's voice is almost robotic, as if he had rehearsed the words so many times they've lost all meaning.

"Roam?" He laughs, "I do not roam. I'm not a fucking animal. I live." He glances at the crowd, "And you are afraid because you do not know how to."

"Shoot him." Chiron bellows.

They all pull their bows taut, eyes gleaming with misplaced hate. The arrows let loose. Soar towards them.

"I don't think so." Jason smirks. And suddenly those deadly shafts are frozen midair, hanging like gleaming charms.

Someone gasps, another faints, dies from fear.

"Leave us alone Chiron." The Son of Jupiter says softly. It is not a request. It is a command.

"Stand your ground," The old centaur mutters grimly.

"You know you will not walk away from this." Jason's voice is music, and melodies, and opulent demolition.

Percy can't hold in a beam as he stares at the blonde. Now is probably not the time to be drooling over himself with attraction but there's just something about Jason Grace like this that makes him feral with excitement, temptation.

"Stand your ground!" The centaur screams.

And it works because everyone, cowering or not, straightens their backs and sets hard gazes on the two demigods.

They release twin sighs, knowing they tried their best.

"Why does no-one ever listen?" He rolls his eyes.

"You think at some stage they'd learn." His boyfriend snorts. And the arrows still suspended in the air quake, as if trying to break from their hold.

"Shall we then?" He turns to meet that electric gaze.

Jason let's the arrows go and Percy whips his arm in a circular motion, lifting the ocean from behind them and slamming it into the crowd of killers.

Bloodied and choking the diminishing group sprint towards them, arrows bouncing out of their skin.

They don't get more than ten steps before lightning rains down, stabbing their every orifice. And just to make it special Percy feeds each of them ocean water and laughs as their insides fry, electrocuted by the sea and the sky.

It is over in a matter of seconds, not a body moving, twitching, breathing. Except one. A demigod with bright hair, drunk on fear.

"Please," She begs, "Please don't kill me.

"You tried to kill us even when we asked you not to. Why should we give you the courtesy?" He spits.

"Please," She cries, and that's all she says, all she mutters over and over again.

"Lucky for you," Jason shrugs, "We like to have one survivor to pass the warnings on. The stories."

She whimpers, clawing at the sand in an attempt to get away.

Percy laughs, wraps the earth around her ankles. "Not so fast. Tell them. Tell all of them what happened today. And make sure they know that it was not us who started it. But we gladly finished it."

"Nobody ever wants the villains to win," The blonde looks at her sympathetically, "But I ask you this: if we are the villains of your story, who do you think are the villains of ours?"

Her eyes widen, and then she turns on her side and heaves.

"Take care darling," He waves, "And here's some ambrosia for that wound on your side." He tosses her the little bag of golden squares with a wink.

And then Percy Jackson and Jason Grace link hands, glance at the decimation they caused and share twin smiles.

Villains or heroes?

No, that had never applied to them. They had always be something else, something more.

They are gods.

#Jercy #Percy Jackson #Dark jercy #Dark Jason #Dark percy #Baby fanfic #Baby fanfic series #PJSSG fanfic #PJSSG asks #Anon asks #Fanfic requests #Ciara's Convos #She speaks #not edited #Jason grace

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itstheinrovertedartists · 3 years

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Iwazumi X OC: First Impressions are Important

Iwazumi POV

“Iwa-Chan!”, I heard the iconic annoyance I always hear the minute I walk in my schools gym for my volleyball practice. I sigh in annoyance and looked over at the person I was expecting. “What do you want Shitykawa” I said in my casual monotone voice. “Quit calling me that! Are the rest of the guys here?” Oikawa asked “I just got here dumbass, why are you asking?” I asked making my way to the changing rooms while Oikawa followed close behind. “I was just told by the coach that we have a practice match today” he said; I turned my head swiftly at him in confusion and shocked “a practice game? today?” I asked. He gave me a joyful smile and cheerful nod which gave me a weird feeling, “yup! They’re from Shabuya and they’re a prestigious school” he said talking all high and mighty. I glared at him, “what’s up with you? Why are you so happy about the whole thing?” I interrogated him “h-huh?! I’m not happy, I’m just proud of the fact that such a high-rank school noticed us and wanted to play against us” he said.

Bullshit.

“What’s the name of the school?” I asked taking my phone out ready to see what he was obsessing over. “Coach told me they call themselves Kitsune Academy, such a beautiful name for a high class school” he awed while speaking so highly of this school nether of us have heard about. As he was in his suspicious mind set, I looked up this Academy and the first thing I saw told me why Oikawa was so happy. I threw my bag at his head causing him to nearly fall over, “hey! What was that for!” he exclaimed holding the back of his head “pervert” I said simply making Oikawa give me a somewhat hurt look. “You’re so happy about this game because Kitsune Academy is an all girls school” I said.

“An all girls school?”, me and Oikawa turned our heads to the doorway of the changing room to see Mattsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, Kunimi, Kindaichi, and Kiyotani finally arriving. “You guys are late” I said crossing my arms “by five minutes, and it looks like we didn’t miss anything” Hanamaki said settling himself down. I sighed and picked my bag up from where it landed after it hit Oikawa, “aren’t you going to apologize?” Oikawa asked “for teaching you a lesson? No” I said unpacking my stuff. “Teaching him a lesson? What happened?” Yahaba asked “Oikawa was fawning over an all girls team that’s coming to play against us today” I explained to them “wait what?! We have a game today?” Mattsukawa asked “me and Oikawa didn’t know until right now, I’ll set up a quick game plan before they get here” I said starting to remove my shirt to get into my jersey.

“Wait, we aren’t going to talk about this school?” Kindaichi asked “and the fact that it’s filled with only girls~” Hanamaki said in a perverted tone. “Quit it! They’re coming here for a volleyball game not dates to the local cherry blossom festival, not saying any girl would date one of you knuckle heads” I said jokingly. I was given a bunch of yells and HUHs?! from my teammates bringing my mood up, “you’re one to talk Mr. CantGetADateBecuaseHe’sTooScaryLooking” Oikawa said petty as always and also dropping my mood. I give him a deadly look, “wanna repeat that again Shitykawa” I growled towards him. “Easy Iwazumi, looks like this school means business”, I looked at the rest of my teammates and saw them crowding around Mattsukawa with his phone out. “Kitsune Academy is one of the most prestigious schools in the country, and home to one of the best known volleyball teams in the country?!”.Best in the country huh? I guess we’re up for a challenge.

“And it’s truly an all girls school, aren’t me lucky~” Mattsukawa said smirking. I scoffed and made my way out the dressing room; “come on Iwa! It’s not that big of a deal” I heard Hanamaki tell me “I don’t know what you’re talking about, just get ready and meet me on the court” I said exiting the room and started sketching my plan.

I’m not angry if you’re wondering, I could care less if those guys wanted to start flirting and spitting game at these girls, but I will have to step in if one of them either gets to wordy or handsy *cough* *cough* Oikawa *cough* *cough*.

-A Few Hours Later-

I was able to get a good game plan down and explain it to the team all before our opponents arrived. When they did, I couldn't explain how excited this pretty boy got plus the rest of the team. I won’t lie thought, the girls didn’t look half bad I will admit that but I’m not getting distracted by pretty girls when I have a game to win and my teammates should be thinking the same thing. They weren’t by the way, Oikawa immediately went up to their #2 like some puppy running to their owner that just came home from a long day of work. Guess I know which one he likes. The rest of the guys started speaking with the rest of the girls and it just looked like a mingle session at a club. I let them have their fun at the moment but I told them to get their heads straight the minute coach blows that whistle. The only reason why I’m so strict about this game is because when I did a google search on this team in the morning, I saw that they haven’t lost a single game to any opponent according to articles.

A very impressive thing to be known for but it’s just a silent way of telling other teams to challenge them even more...in my option. These girls might not even know how many games they won so I might be looking too far into this. “Um, excuse me”, I lifted my head when I heard a voice call out to me and saw one of the girls in front of me. I couldn’t help but stare at her, she was pretty tall, maybe around 177 cm, she has a slim but thick figure and long beautiful golden hair and large emerald eyes behind thin circular glasses. Her features made me believe she wasn't of Asian descent but she spoke to me in clear Japanese. “U-um, yes?” I asked “do you know if you're changing room is still open?” she asked me “huh? It should be, why do you ask?” I asked “oh well, I left my contact lenses in there and I saw one of your janitors lock the door” she explained “I usually wear them for a game instead of my glasses but I forgot them” she said.

“I see, if one of the janitors locked it up then we wont be able to get in after the game” I broke the news to her and she gave me a sad and frustrated look causing my heart to ache a little feeling pity on her. “I see, dont worry about it then, thank you” she said starting to walk towards her team again; I wanted to say something to her to make her feel better but I couldn’t imagine what I would say and we didn’t have any more time to chat. Coach had already blown his whistle after speaking to the Kitsune coach and not a minute later everyone was on the court in formation.

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Alright, when you’re called one of the best teams in Japan you really are called one of the best teams. These girls dont take this lightly, and I hate to say this, but they were beating us badly. We agreed to only do one round, solely because it’s a practice match and not a real one, but maybe we should’ve gone with two just for our sake. The score was currently 17 to 29, one more point and they take it home. Why was I panicking? This wasn’t like some serious national kind of thing, then why was I so panicky. I looked around and saw that my teammates looked as worried as I did except our captain which was looking right at me. I dont know how long he was staring at me but he was giving me that look and I understood it.

Kunimi was serving and they received it perfectly, it came back to us and I got into position. As I suspected, Oikawa went in for the set and when the ball was juts right I went for it. I made a mistake though, I don’t know how this happened but my spike was off and instead of hitting the blockers hands, it hit her face and by her I mean goldy. Ball to face contact did happen and the glasses went flying and they also shattered, the whole gym went silent as the girls light yelp was heard and her teammates and coach gathered around her. It took a few minutes until the girl was able to get up with help from the people around her and we were informed that she as alright but she did have a slight cut below her eye mainly because of the glass breaking from her glasses.

She was escorted to med-bay and they stopped the game calling it a draw. My teammates seemed to be pretty bummed out about the whole game being a draw but I was more worried about the poor girl I just inquired, “Iwa-chan! How could you do that to such a lovely girl!” Oikawa started lecturing me like he’s known this girl forever “shut up! do you think I dont feel bad already?” I asked starting to get annoyed at his close-mindedness. He scoffed, “well what happened then? You’re never off on your spikes but today was different” he asked; I would love to know the answer to that as well but even I dont know what happened. I did, however, now how to fix things...well, to most of my ability.

to be continued....

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lamp-official · 4 years

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I wrote a story, and its not my fault that it turned out this way. its about 1:45 in the morning, which isnt that early, but its early enough that my brain cells have migrated to somewhere else. sorry for the spelling errors, and let me know if you want me to write more of this story.

Once upon a fork, there was a batch of butter cooking in the oven. Naturally, all the flakes of candy wrappers were jealous of the butter. It sat in the finest pie tin of them all. Once it was done cooking, it got out of the oven to go harvest the fish. On its way to the basement of the dentist’s office, it saw a potato, who immediately stopped butter for a question. “If you have only one eye and you close it, is it blinking or winking?” Butter was immediately confused, but decided to continue this strange conversation. “Well, how many eyes do you have?” the potato looked him in the eyes and said “This week? the usual.” Butter shrugged off this strange conversation and continued on his way to the basement of the dentist’s office to harvest the fish.

“So, how do I harvest fish?” butter thought to himself. “You know, I should really know how to do this, especially since this has been my job for the past 30 years.” the cat was at the berry bushes smelling the flowers, as all reptiles do in the winter. that was strange, because it was mid summer. butter was having a boring day, so he decided to join the cat in smelling the flowers. “SMELL.” said butter. “SMELL” eventually, butter decided two and a half hours of yelling the word “smell” at a flower was enough, and he got back to his walk to the job he still doesn’t know what to do.

Once butter had arrived at his work, (for the first time in 30 years,) he pulled out the fish harvesting handbook, gifted to him by his boss who was too lazy to teach him how to do his job, or do anything but pay him and commit tax fraud. Butter opened the book. “A Guide to Fish Harvesting. Step one: Make sure you have the freshly killed fish all lined up on hooks on a string.” Butter looked at the actual fish, which were now rotted bones. “then take the first two layers of skin off of the fish” “already taken care of” butter thought to himself. “dig a hole in the concrete, and set the first two layers of skin on top of the pile of dug up concrete.” “well, I can scrape of the first two layers of bones off with a potato peeler if that helps” thought butter. “Now, remove the rain from the clouds, and water the empty hole you dug up. The more rain, the better the harvesting season is. for the people in animal crossing, not you, you dumbass.” “Might as well make something better for the people in animal crossing” thought butter as he lowered the clouds with his google assistant. “now that you have the clouds to water the holes, take the rest of the fish, and feed it to yoda.” “Whos yoda?” asks butter, who soon realizes who yoda is after looking at a pile of bones next to a dog sized water bowl and empty food bowl. “please note that yoda needs feeding daily.” “well its a bit late for that, says butter as he flips the page. he sees more steps, but decides to be done for the day “when you complete your task, record a 30 second video of what you did and submit it to me on google classroom. Dont worry, I will make sure NOT to mark it as “onion.” Butter looks at the mess that was made by the books instructions, and climbs the elevator to get back upstairs.

The dentist looks at butter when he comes upstairs, and askes why he was there, to which butter responds with “shut the fuck up gordan ramsay, your giving me a head cavity. I work here.” “WELL I DONT LIKE YOUR LAMB CHOPS. NEGATIVE 300 OUT OF TEN GORDAN POINTS.” yells gordan. “now if you’ll excuse me, im off to do better things you panini head.” before butter completely walks out of the door, he turns back and asks gordan why he is a dentist if he always eats food and yells at it like a phsychotic judgemental butt head. like, its common sense that dentists dont eat, right? “well…” gordan is stumbling over his words. “well… well… I… I…” he is getting visibly nervous. “fine! you got me! i replace teeth with long term turnips! is that really so bad?” “it actually is” butter responds “you know teeth trafficking is highly illegal and tasty? I mean gross? I mean, I dont stay up til 3 AM watching random ass shit on youtube, YOU stay up til 3 AM watching random ass shit on youtube!” “That might be a personal problem” says gordan as he pushes out butter with a broom. “CURSE YOU PERRY THE PLATYPUS!!!!!” yells butter as he is being kicked out.

Butter is back outside, and he is melting on a frying pan that is on the sidewalk. he sees some eggs walk his way and he thought they were going to join the party, but they walked into a cake bakery instead. He didnt notice them every coming back out, but he assumed they just went out the back or something. After telling his google assistant to turn down the weather so he could become a solid again, he walked to the library and asked if the librarian knew where any good cooking books were. the librarian directed him to the exit, because eating was not tolerable there, as she was a dentist in her spare time. butter threw a box of marbles at the librarian, and told her that she should try eating thoses, and they help with digestion if she ever wanted to try eating. butter walked out of the library and told his google assistant to load up some headphones, but then butter was reminded that he doesnt know where his ears are or how he even hears things. he decides that he will go to get some dirt colored, textured and tasting gold, because he wanted to buy something nice and expensive.

As butter walked into the jewelery store, he noticed a sign saying “no robux accepted, and if youre gonna rob us, dont take my jacket. My mom will be mad.” an employee immediatly went up to him and asked what he wanted. Butter explained what he wanted, but later changed his mind and asked if he could have a cookie. the cookies were only for good boys, and butter qualified. sort of. he got a cookie. he went out to the bus stop to wait for his bus. butter wanted to play minecraft while he was waiting for his bus, but he forgot his phones password. he decided that he would just guess. he clicked random numbers, and his phone said “good enough” and let him in. he played minecraft, and inside the game, he tamed a villager and taught it how to download and play minecraft easily with a google assistant.

Butter got off at his stop to go to the fish store. He thought he might as well try to figure out the rest of his job while he was figuring out what his job was. He bought some freshly killed fish, and returned to the basement of the dentists office, and greeted gordan ramsay by placing a pair of cards from cards against humanity on gordans face. he walked downstairs and repeated everything from before. he lined up the fish on a hook, took off the first two layers (still with a potato peeler) he dug the concrete, put the fish skin on the pile of concrete and put rain it the hole. he still decided that he could help the animal crossing community, so he activated his google assistant. He looked at yoda, and just piled up the rest of the fish on him. now, he was moving onto some new steps. “pour 1 cup of flour into the rain water” butter grabbed flour, and sprinkled it all over the water. he got a little on yoda, but thats ok. “chop the concrete so that it is done medium well. Speaking of medium, make sure to grab an extra medium bag of dog food for yoda.” butter gets a knife, and gets the extra medium bag of dog food and puts it in yoda’s bones. if gordon comes down here, he’d have quite the snack. dead fish, dog food, AND bones! “once you have done all of that, make some lemonade. hold a “lemonade stand.” essentially, what you need to is charge people 85 dollars to enter a drawing to win some lemonade. then, pretend that you have given someone the prize, but dont actually give anyone anything. go drink some lemonade, and go on a vacation, paid for by your boss.” butter looks at the book in disbelief, and talks to his boss for the first time in thirty years, and he confirms it. Butter is going on vacation!

#storytelling

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pandemiart · 4 years

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This is a rant for why I distanced myself from a lot of ppl and the positive changes in I saw in myself afterwards.

The last few months have been an exercise in self love and prioritizing happiness for me. After literally years of me consistently putting out more than I got back in the sense of effort and priority, I just decided in October to completely stop that shit and focus on what drives my happiness.

Like in the past I was always breaking my neck to help ppl do this, that, and the third not really caring what I got out of it. Or allowing other ppl “space” because I felt like I was trying too hard to have fun or hangout with them and it was off-putting. Which I linked to the sparse (meaningful) communication or hangout sessions.

And I completely understand that ppl have their own lives and all. But what got me was the fact that with those individuals it was like I’m the on-call supportive friend. And almost expected me to prioritize their needs over whatever else I was doing. And like a dickhead I’d go in most cases 😪... even if I didn’t fully want to. Because you’re supposed to be there for your friends and I thought well I’ll go to this thing and I’ll have some fun (never happened) and invite them to my things so win-win. But naw. Like any request I’d make would be met with excuses as to why they couldn’t hang or couldn’t game or didn’t want to go this place or didn’t really like this person or this venue etc. and if in the rare case they did participate they’d be fucking buzz kills or if in group things hating o the other ppl having a good time. Like wtf?

So I cut that part out of myself. I used all that focus and energy I’d put into those ppl on finding or / remembering what makes me happy and rediscovering what activities I liked to do before I stopped caring about my intake of energy and legitimate enjoyment. I stopped inviting, I stopped offering advice, I stopped checking up, I stopped reaching out all together. And I started only doing so when I WANTED to. Instead of because I was free.

So after months of little to no communication on my part and the clear fact that I wasn’t prioritizing them, those individuals would try SO fucking hard to like reconnect. And it was always the same formula... maybe I’d like a nice picture or post something and then they’ll hop in my dms like “omg we need to hangout” or “wow that (whatever) looks so cool! Are you (some shitty ploy to spark conversation)?” I’d reply short and sweet, if at all. Then they’d try to roll right back into that shit dynamic of trying to force me into like pitying them, or helping them solve some issue that they are poorly handling. And I end the conversation. Because naw son. Can’t get me again 😂 lol. Literally fuck y’all.

Now that I have this new mindset I’ve been noticing positive changes. Like my hair is getting thicker (thought I was thinning for a year yo), my eating habits are better, I’m playing my instruments more and actually learning and enjoying the process, I’m more active and going to the gym or like working out at home more, I’m painting and drawing more because I’m inspired more often and have the energy. Like I fucking rediscovered my love of dancing. I caught myself dancing while cleaning and I’m like wow, I was a good dancer and did it a lot when I was like 8 - 16yrs old. Like what happened? And I’m like oh, I started devoting my time to other people’s needs instead of my own passions.

So if you’ve read all this, thanks lol. I needed to rant a bit and celebrate a bit. Because I should have caught on earlier, but it’s better late than never. If you think it’s about you, it’s probably not because I dont talked to many ppl I know irl that are also on tumblr... But if the fucking shoe fits 🤷🏾‍♂️

#personal #fake people #rediscover #self love #self worth #priorities

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iamtaekooked · 6 years

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Vanilla Rules || Ch 6 || pjm

Genre: Enemies to lovers! au, badboy! au, college! au

Word count: 3.1 k

SYNOPSIS:

The sudden insistence by Yoongi for you to interview Jimin for the basketball game leads to a conversation that forced both of you to throw out your feelings of dislike out in the open. In particular for you it becomes an eye opener of who he really is. Will you still be able to hate him as much after this?

A/N: Here is Ch 6!! This one gets a bit heavy with all the equality and feminism crap I throw in there but its only my opinion so don’t send me hate for it. If you disagree with what I’ve said then I am up for discussing it only if you're not rude about it. I hope you guys enjoy reading

Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4 || Ch 5 || Ch 6 || Ch 7 || Ch 8 || Ch 9 ||

“Hold on. Why do I have to interview him?” You slammed your hands on the table as you stood up, glaring at each person around the table until all of their eyes refused to meet yours. If it was possible to measure the amount of anger that was coursing through your veins you were sure it would manifest itself as steam bellowing out through your ears.

“ He is your boyfriend isn’t he?” Yoongi piped up, looking at you with a bored expression.

“ WHAT? No he isn’t. You should know that better than everyone!”

He scoffed. “We need this interview y/n. He is the captain of the basketball team and we just won the annual tournament on its 10th anniversary . Out of everyone here you are probably the closest person to him”

“Are you serious Yoongi? Are you forgetting he is sort of your best friend”

“Which is exactly why I cant do it. Conflict of interest. I might be too subjective in my portrayal but I know you won’t” he clicked his tongue as his eyes reverted back to the page in front of him. He was intention steering the meeting ahead but you wouldn’t sit quietly.

Drawing in a deep breath through clenched teeth you spoke up once more. “I am not doing it. Its not my job anyway”

You sat back down, angry flipping the page in front of you.

“Do I need to remind you that as the president of the student union I can oust you from your position? I don’t want to do it because you are one of the most efficient members here but…” he trailed off. Your nostrils flared at the unfairness of the situation but the college student union was something you needed to maintain your scholarship. You didn’t have much room to refuse. The both of you glared daggers at each other and you could sense the other member’s eyes travelling between the two of you.

The tense atmosphere wasn’t of much help in alleviating the building anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

“We are the student union Yoongi, not the college magazine. This should be their job. Not ours”

“I know. But this time the responsibility falls onto us because the president of the magazine club Ae Rim refuses to do it because they have to focus on the debate team since they won the state championship. So that leaves us” You hung your head low in disbelief at how shitty your situation could get. You really didn’t want to do it and if you had to tell him about the bathroom incident you would.

“Can we please talk outside for a moment Yoongi. Its important and it’s totally relevant to all this”

He looked at you for a moment before nodding his head and instructing everyone to start brainstorming ideas for the upcoming interview. He followed you out and shut the door behind him, shoving his hands in his pocket. He looked at you and waited for you to say something.

“Okay look. Something very awkward happened which adds on to my list of reasons for refusing to do this” you paused, closing your eyes and sighing out before continuing. “I caught him in the girl’s washroom and he was…” you trailed off looking at him hoping he would get the hint. But when his face screwed up in confusion you covered your face with your hands in frustration.

“Can’t you figure it out? Am I seriously going to have to say it out loud?” groaning you stood on your tiptoes before putting mouth close to this ear.

“I caught him doing… the thing with one of the girl’s in the fucking bathroom” you whispered.

Stepping away from him your eyes refused to meet his due to the awkwardness you were feeling. You shifted on your feet uncomfortably partly because you could feel Yoongi looking at you and partly because you were reminded of the gross scene again. The response you were met with wasn’t something you were expecting. Looking in his direction you found Yoongi laughing silently, hand covering his mouth.

“In what world is this funny? Thats disgusting. Why the hell would he do that at college? I mean seriously Yoongi if he really is horny he should go to his own damn house and take care of his shit. Not at college” you finished

“I know.. I know but are you even surprised.? Jimin has always been like this”

He did have a point. Jimin had always been this way and you didn’t understand why he treated women like objects. He had always used women for his own pleasure and then thrown them out of his life like people throw out garbage.

“ Thats perverse you know. The kinds of things he does. Why don’t you stop him? He clearly respects you a lot. I am sure he would listen to you”

“I know. But he’ll learn himself one day. Or maybe you can help him learn the right way. Or don’t. I dont care y/n as long as you get me this interview”

Your eyes were blurring and losing sight of the words you were trying to ink down on the paper. Being forced to create questions for an interview you definitely didn’t want to do was draining to say the least. You couldn’t come up with a single question related to basketball because neither did the sport interest you, nor the meaningless questions you were meant to ask him. Instead your mind wandered about with unspoken questions about Jimin that no one but him could answer.

If you were being honest, in all your years of hatred for the boy you had come to feel something akin to pity towards him because of the hollow life he lived. The way in which he refused to let anyone close to him, to see the person behind the rude and arrogant persona had begun to intrigue you. He wasn’t the bad boy you wanted to fix rather he was someone who reminded you so much of a lost child that at times you couldn’t help but feel bad for him.

That however didn’t excuse his actions. No matter how much you tried to resist giving into his attention antics he always knew how to provoke you. He knew how to push your buttons and aggravate you.

You shifted in the uncomfortable chair and looked around the silent library, eyes widening at the dark sky outside the window. “Shit….” you muttered under your breath as you sloppily gathered your belongings in your arms. Running as best you could with your writing supplies and notebooks threatening to fall from your safe hold, you managed to make it outside the library. Your heart sunk as you saw the darkened hallways.

Rummaging for your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, the ground beneath you gave out as the screen in front of you displayed 11 pm. The campus was probably closed since you couldn’t see any sign of a single person around you.

You legs gave out and you fell onto the floor. The thought of possibly having to spend the night at the campus is something that sent shivers down your spine. You had always hated the dark and never could adjust well with isolated places. It was creepy and chilling. All of a sudden Taehyung flashed in your head and you remembered you could always give him a call.

Dropping all your stuff to the side you quickly dialled his number, timidly putting the phone to your ear. With each ring of the line your heart raced faster. You tried and tried but he never picked up the phone. Sighing in defeat you put your phone away shifting back to rest against the wall.

After taking a short rest you decided it was best to try the back exit of the college. Maybe just maybe someone forgot to close the door. Gathering your supplies again but this time in an organized manner you began your descent down the stairs of the second floor. At the end of the hallway you could see light peeking through a window and illuminating the dark corner. Maybe someone was in the gymnasium. As you progressed through the dark hall you couldn’t help but feel a chill settling in your body. It was the feeling one felt in darkness as if something was lurking in the shadows ready to attack. Your steps hastened and soon you broke into a run, skidding to a halt in front of the gym.

The door was wide-open and music was drifting through the silent corner of the hallway. You peeked your head through and saw a hooded figure shooting hoops at the opposite end. You stepped in cautiously trying not to alert the stranger of your arrival. As you moved closer you could figure out who it was. You had known him long enough to know it was Jimin. His somewhat short stature and lean build was alluded to by the black hoodie hugging his biceps, and the rings on his fingers were enough confirmation of the same.

Turning off the speakers placed on the bleacher , you proceeded towards him. He whipped around to inspect why the music had turned off but stopped short when he saw you.

“ We have got to stop getting ourselves into such situations”

“Yea tell me about it” You said while taking a seat on the bleachers, taking out your notebook.

“ Why are you here?” he turned back around and resumed shooting hoops, while you watched as he took one shot after and another never missing the net. No wonder he was the talk of the campus and everyone wanted his interview.

“That would also be your fault”

Jimin’s hand stopped mid air as he was about to shoot again. He turned around looking at you questioningly.

“ Yoongi wants me to an interview with you. Winning the game and all at the 10th anniversary of the tournament and shit. So I sat in the library to think of what questions to ask but lost track of time” you replied matter of factly.

“ I don’t really care for an interview. That too with you”

“Ditto. But he doesnt want to do it because he thinks he will too subjective. I would too, worse than him actually”

“Doesn’t surprise me y/n” he turned back once more and continued with his practice.

You sat silently for a moment staring at the blank notebook in front of you, with no relevant questions to ask.

“What are you doing here at this time?” “Coach lets me stay sometimes so that I can practice” he didn’t look back at you, concentrating solely on making each basket count.

You didn’t know how to reply and carry on the mundane conversation. So you settled for watching him practice his throws and inwardly admired his talent for the sport. He was cocky enough as is, so letting him hear of his praise from you wouldn’t be such a good idea. After a while he stopped , gathered all the balls and placed them in the rack. You could see the beads of sweat running down his forehead and cheeks.

You sat there for a few seconds watching Jimin as he squatted down to rummage through his duffel bag for his water bottle. You gulp as it gives you the perfect view of his ass. Feeling bothered by the tingling feeling rising to your stomach you quickly look away and clear your throat.

He took a seat next to you, wiping his sweat laced face and forehead with the towel, which he then placed on his shoulder. If you didn’t dislike him so much, you might have acknowledged his good looks.

“ You’re staring at me” he said monotonously taking another swig of water, a small smile crossing his lips.

“ Why do you always have to ruin any remotely normal conversation between us by being an ass?”

“ You answered your own question. I am an ass thats why”

“ I seriously hate you” you mumbled under your breath

“ Likewise y/n and its more fun this way” he wiggles his eyebrows throwing a smile your way.

“ What have I ever done to you? I have legitimate reasons to hate you but I have never given you a reason to be an ass towards me”

“ True. You’ve never really given me a valid reason to hate you but I am just so used to this relationship between us I can’t give up being a jerk to you. But why do you hate me so much?” he chuckled

“ There’s too many reason but off the top of my head you treat women disgustingly and objectify them. You use them for sex and throw them away. Typical fuckboy behaviour. Its gross how you degrade women in that way Jimin. You don’t care about their feelings”

“ But have you ever stopped to consider that its give and take?”

“What?” You looked at him confusedly.

“ Think about it. I cant have sex by myself. These women agree to it. They know it won’t go anywhere and that its all about pleasure. I give them what they need and they give me what I need. I am not forcing them to fuck me and vice versa”

He did have a point and you had never thought to perceive the situation from that perspective. You had always faulted him for being so misogynistic but never stopped to consider women allowed that to happen to themselves.

“ Why is it always that men get blamed and labeled as fuckboys? If you really think about it they are using me for my body too. Isn’t that sexual objectification y/n? What kind of equality is that?”

“Yes it is but its different. You men have the freedom to act in this way and escape judgement but women get judged all the time. Think about it if a girl gets pregnant, the guy doesn’t get the blame. Everyone point’s fingers at the girl as if she somehow managed to pregnant by herself!”

“Okay fair enough. But haven’t you made all these assumptions about me and judged me all these years without actually thinking about how I get used by these girl? Do you know how many times I have gotten booty calls because they just want a good fuck even after they are in ‘committed’ relationships?!” Jimin paused to catch his breath.

You opened your mouth to speak but you didn’t know how to reply. You did see his point and you needed time to process it.

“ I get that but why do you even have to do this shit? Why can’t you just be a normal person and not to do this stuff?”

“ That’s my personal choice and it shouldn’t make me a bad person when girls you blame me of objectifying are quick to fall into the trap themselves. You girls get so defensive about your own feminism and equality that you disregard prejudices men have to go through. Tell me y/n am I not in a way being objectified too?!! Are these women not using me for my body too? Where does that leave equality?”

“ Its not as simple as you claim Jimin. The way in you get objectified isn’t at the same level as women”

“How? I am being used for my body too!”

“Yes you are, but your worth isn’t just defined by your body. For a woman it is. As women we are taught our worth lies in how beautiful we look, and not in how good we are as a person. That our worth is only amounts to the male attention we receive and how much sexual desirability we can create in men. We only amount of the sum of our body parts. That’s how our worth as people as human beings has been defined for centuries. So when you fuck these women you enforce this idea because to you these women are only sum of their body parts, she isn’t a person. Men don’t get objectified that way because your worth simply isn’t defined by your sexual appeal”

The both of you are red in the face from all the shouting you had to do. Jimin shook his head at you.

“ I know but don’t judge me for it when I get objectified too even if its not in the same way it would be for a woman and not to the same extent. You can’t refute that I get used too”

Your face flushed red even more because you knew he was right. He was used too at the end of the day, even if it wasn’t at the same level contextually. You had never taken Jimin to be so well spoken with intellectual thoughts. He could hold his own when it came to social issues.

“I didn’t know you were smart Jimin” you chuckle slightly, immediately regretting how normal and friendly it sounded.

“ You don’t know anything about me y/n. Just because I do all this doesn’t make me a bad person. Just like women are more than their bodies, I am much more than my actions”

You were beginning to realize your blind prejudices against him. It still didn’t excuse all the stupid stuff he did but at the very least you could look at him from a different perspective than that of a perpetrator. He was a victim too in a way, and you felt slightly guilty for always being quick to spring all the blame on his character.

“ Sorry for always judging you. I see your point but I still hate you. I haven’t forgotten all the shit you’ve done to me and that has nothing to do with this societal crap”

Jimin only gave a small laugh in response before getting up and picking up a basket ball again. He stood in front of you securely having placed the ball under his armpit.

“I don’t know about you but my brain definitely hurts from all of this smart ass conversation. I need a break. Wanna play?”

You pointed to yourself in question. He nodded his head. You pondered his offer for a few minutes.

“ I guess we can forget our enmity for one night” you snatched the ball from under his arm pit and took a shot, successfully making it in the basket.

“ You’re good” he nodded his head in acknowledgment of your skill

“ Don’t go easy on me just because I am a girl”

“ Trust me. I wont” the both of you smiled at each other knowingly, choosing to forget your dislike for one night.

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Love Post (fuck you guys)

ok! SO! since some people decided to show me up and do extra long paragraphs and make me a friggin playlist, obviously I had to do something too!!! this is going to be a long post, so there is heavy scrolling involved. I'm sorry.

also, i'd like to apologize to the people that i wasn't able to write stories for, be it I haven't known you enough, or im just a horrible friend (im sorry ood i will write u all the sanic fanfic) im really really sorry!!!

tbh you dont even have to read the stories if you dont want to??

PLEASE READ THIS: this is the authors note where i essentially justify the mess (or messes if you decide to read all of them) that you are about to lay ya eyes on. i wrote most of these in a non-lucid state, fuelled only by anger and lack of sleep. they aren't the most amazing things. akire, you have another note before yours bc reasons. also im on the computer there will be no emojis sorry im lazy

the story order goes!: Boo CP Fath Nom Kiki Akire ^^ roughly based on story length.

first however, i'm gonna get other mutuals their love posts!!!

@fooderaser : Ch!! The gc misses you so much aahhh i haven't talked to you in so long :(((( i'm sorry i didn't write you a story, and honestly the whole "haven't talked to you enough" is a poor excuse but really, if and when you're available i'll write you all the stories!!! you are so kind, and whenever we are blessed by your presence in the gc it's so nice! you bring this energy in that's so refreshing, and i've seen that post!! You're so beautiful!! I hope to be able to talk to you more! <3

@sambashua: Mir, I haven't known you for a long time, but you seem really nice!! I'm glad i have another friend to yell about Haikyuu!! with. SEEAASON FOUR BETTER COME OUT AND WHEN IT DOES WE SHALL Y E L L. im also glad to be a fellow cheermander, and will continue to work on the fy-charmander blog! hope we can talk more!!

@coralinfluencershark: AUD MY DOD WHO HAS A GREAT BOD (i just thought of that today are you proud) i love you sosososoossoososos much words cant even describe it. again, i'm sorry i didnt write you the sanic x peach x dobby fanfic that i know you are dying to read. YOU ARE SO SWEET AND NICE AND CARE ABOUT ISSUES AND ITS GREAT and you are a lil strange (please, if you have to, BUY a verbal filter) but you are very loved. i love spending time with you, and you never fail to make me laugh. you'RE SO COOL ADN YOU CAN SKATE and are so much smarter than you think you are. im excited for bnha season 3, so on that note, i leave you with this (i sent it to u but idk if u watched it)

@juliaplatinumerr: JU CHAAAAN !!! i love you a lot a lot we have known each other for so long and thANK YOU for still keeping in contact with me it's honestly so magical. IM SORRY I DIDNT WRITE YOU ANYTHING I HAVE NO GOOD EXCUSE i can only offer my presence (aka we should hang out sometime??) and i might go back to japan so if u want anything hmu!! really you're so nice, and reliable, and i love that i can still talk to you and help you!! really really, I love you a lot!!

alrighty now we can move onto the stories!!! i'm so sorry this is a mess. love you all. btw the love paragraphs are arguably gonna be shorter...maybe.

Truthfully, I had no idea where I was going with any of these, and the writing is mediocre at best (because I know I can do better but…haahhhh) so yeah. If anything think of them as like….random little scenarios that I wrote up in which I am not-so-discreetly complimenting y’all in about 1000-2000 words. I don’t think there’s any romance??? Like if there is its like pure n shit but im still not the most comfortable with writing self insert also age! Anyways, apologies in advance. I wasn’t lucid during the making of any of these.

paragraphs look so fugly in tumblr oml.

@caramelmacch1ato: BOOOOOOO!!! I actually love you sosos much i cant even start to describe it. You're so sweet and so smart wtf please teach me. i love reading your goodnight posts that i think you've sent nearly every night??? thats impressive damn. YOU ARE IMPRESSIVE I AM IMPRESSED BY YOU. i hope you enjoy the story i have no idea whats happening. love youuu <333

Remember

Boo had been to tons of concerts before, she’d been lucky enough to even get Meet n’ Greet tickets for Day6, where she met her bias Jae. He was funny, and strange, but also beautiful and amazing. There were still so many groups she wanted to see live, like Seventeen and Astro, but when Day6 was hosting their second live in America, she was definitely going.

Getting tickets was always a hassle, and even if Day6 didn’t have 4 billion followers (though they deserved it) you had to be clicking ‘check out’ the second the tickets were released to get Fansign tickers. Though, Boo always managed to pull through.

Fast forward about three weeks and Boo was once again lining up with a large poster board outside of the Day6 concert venue. It was a little chilly, as they were performing in February, but it was a birthday gift for Boo, so the cold didn’t bother her too much.

The anticipation killed her, “I Wait,” yeah, she sure as hell did. It took another fifteen minutes for the venue to dim, and the five members of Day6 ran onstage. Screams filled the theatre, and they didn’t stop for the next two hours. Boo’s Korean had improved since the last concert, and during the times where they would MC, she was able to pick up some words.

Her poster was a light-up one, with nine pictures of the Day6 members, and a neon title spelling out “According to this mood board, how are you feeling today?” During one of their songs, she could have sworn Jae pointed at it and laughed.

Jae had easily captured her heart, and he played a large part as to why Day6 was her bias group. He was funny, attractive, and had a beautiful voice. The fact that he spoke English was also helpful, in that she could sometimes understand him (“sometimes” because let’s face it, half of what he said was meme garbage).

The boys were doing a game section, in which they had to name their songs by the intro music as fast as they could. Whoever got the most right would draw from a lottery, and the lucky person would come up on stage to receive a prize. YoungK was winning, with Jae at a close second. Dowoon was surprisingly third, and Wonpil and Sungjin were tied for last place.

Familiar music filled the room, and the fans were shouting out the answers arguably faster than any of the boys. Jae hit his buzzer. “그렇더라고요!” he shouted eagerly. With this he was tied with Younghyun. “Or, When You Love Someone,” he followed up, remembering that the audience was English.

“I LOVE YOU JAE,” Boo screamed, her voice was hoarse from the fanchants, and general shouting, but she wasn’t fazed. Some other fans in the audience added on, and Jae bore a proud look. YoungK rolled his eyes but laughed, and Dowoon mumbled something about how he should’ve guessed that, since those were his drums.

Boo, able to pick up his worry due to her knowledge and proximity to the stage followed up with a, “YOU’RE PERFECT DOWOON.” Dowoon perked up, and others also shouted words of encouragement to him, as well as the other members.

The concert slipped away all too soon, and many were upset that their time with Day6 was over. The Hi-touch ticket holders went to give the members a quick high-five before leaving, practically worshipping their hands.

Boo got in line for the Jae Meet n’ Greet, which was very long. She was one of the last people to join, and the other lines were beginning to fill up as well. Boo watched the other people meet the members, some cried, others laughed, and a few even gave them gifts! The MyDays were very respectful though, and Boo was proud to be a part of them.

The minutes ticked by, and her poster felt heavier by the second. Boo checked her makeup to ensure she didn’t look like a total wreck. Jumping up and down, and singing along to songs was a lot more work than it seemed. Her makeup looked clean though, and there was one zit that she couldn’t cover up, but she could hide it with her hair.

“Hi there!” Jae smiled. Boo smiled back shyly, as always, he was even more beautiful in person! His smile was radiant, and despite how tired he was from performing, his face still looked energetic, like a puppy. “I’m number eight by the way,” he mentioned.

“Number eight?” Boo repeated, confused.

Jae pointed to her poster, “Yeah on your mood board! Feeling totally pumped today, I also look especially fabulous in that photo! But number two, Sungjin eating…. that’s a close one.”

Boo laughed, “I think I’m also eight. Seeing you guys really gets me excited, I love your music a lot.”

Jae grinned, “That’s good, but I’m the main reason, right? My looks are so attractive that it compelled you to buy a ticket!

“Of course,” Boo agreed jokingly.

“That laugh…you’re the ‘Okie Dokie Artichokie’ girl, aren’t you? I say it all the time to piss off Brian, he says I say it stupidly.”

Jae remembered her laugh, Jae remembered her.

“That’s because you do!” YoungK hissed. The girl that was meeting with him laughed as well.

Jae pulled his face into a strange expression, with his eyes looking upwards and a frown upon his lips. “OkIE doKiE, ArticHOkie,” he jested. His voice sounded like Goofy from Mickey Mouse, and Jae couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the end. He added finger guns that pointed at Boo.

“I’m proud,” Boo wiped an invisible tear from her eye.

“You should be, how have I never known this before?” Jae agreed seriously.

“Such ignorance for a wonderful phrase, I’m glad I was at least able to teach it to you, even though it was late.”

“As your follower in the religion of mood boards, and random phrases, I appreciate the important lesson.” The two of them continued back and forth, as their scenario grew more and more outrageous. It was when aliens were brought into the conversation that the two broke out into laughter.

“That was fun, you’re fun,” Jae exclaimed. “You’re funny too, and nice! An ideal Myday, but most importantly, you stan me! Which makes you the most ideal Kpop fan of all!”

“Well…you are my ultimate bias,” Boo admitted.

“ULTIMATE!?” Jae guffawed. He turned to Younghyun, “Hear that? I’m her ultimate bias.” Jae bore a proud look on his face. He turned back to Boo, “Well, I’m just so handsome and talented that it’d be hard not to have me as an ultimate bias! Though everyone is starting to appreciate the other members’ individual looks, which is nice. Your looks could rival even mine!”

Boo blushed at that. As much as Jae joked(?) about how godly his face was, no one could actually deny it. He was very attractive after all, and being compared to that by the man himself, Boo was half certain she was dreaming.

“Thank you, I tried hard for you tonight,” Boo smiled.

“Ah see, that’s a killer smile right there. The makings of an idol! All you have to do now is learn some Korean and it’ll be smooth sailing from there. With all your charisma and caring-ness, the companies will be fighting over you!” Jae gleamed at her.

Jae noticed the time was ticking by, and the other girls in line were still waiting. “Alright Ms. Artichokie, is there a better name I can call you?”

“Boo.”

Jae grinned and held out his hand. “Alright Boo, I hope you come to lots of concerts, and if you DO sign under a label be sure to tell me,” he winked at her, “Till then, I’ll remember you, Boo.”

@howcaniwait: CP overlord, you are truly the glue that sticks this mess of a gc together. i love you so much its actually so overwhelming for ma lil heart. you are so sweet, and you have evolved so much!! to love kpop!!!!! you're so beautiful thoSE EYEBROWS MAN and you're so easy to talk to and get along with and wE LIKE P!ATD YAAY. really you're actually one of the smartest people i know and i know sometimes it gets overwhelming but you're so smart i know you are!! again, i hope the story does some justice??? its kinda lame but whATEVER

Five Minutes

The chances that you’d meet someone famous were quite slim, and it seemed that if you were a fan of said celebrity, the chances would be even slimmer. Taken that CP didn’t live in a largely visited country for artists, to even perform in, her chances were slimmer.

But CP loved the artists that she did nonetheless. Maybe a year ago she was wary of them, and she even made fun of the people that liked them! But slowly, very slowly, she began to have a change of heart. Day6 was something different compared to the other ones she had heard of at the time. Their music was magic, and the people who made that music were beyond skilled. She fell in love with them fast, and the one who caught her eye was none other than Kang Younghyun.

He had remained her ultimate bias for a year of Kpop adventures, which involved spending a lot of time online staring at pretty boys singing, dancing, and talking. Despite all the amazing idols she had seen, nothing could top her love for YoungK of Day6.

“You hear that CP?” A hand waved in front of her face. Kiki and L were sitting in front of her, at a restaurant in Korea Town. “They don’t have any more Bibimbap,” Kiki recapped. After tons and tons of pestering from her friends, and saving up, as well as a generous Christmas gift, CP was able to meet her friends in the place where YoungK had studied, Toronto.

“Ah, then I’ll have the….” CP quickly looked at the menu, “Tteok-bokki.” It was the cheapest option.

The three had energetic conversations about Kpop stars, as all avid fans of the music. It ranged from trying to discern the song that was playing in the restaurant, to showing Kiki various images in hopes that her alter ego would come out.

“Stop!” Kiki whined, the last picture of Bambam was starting to push her off the edge.

L nodded, “Yeah, please stop we don’t need that in this nice restaurant.”

“I can’t help it! You guys are the ones showing me the images!” Kiki argued.

“In this Good Christian Restaurant?” CP ignored her friend. “Control yourself,” she gave Kiki a stern look, despite being the one showing her the images. Kiki mumbled something under her breath.

The food in the restaurant was good, and CP thought that the Tteok-bokki was actually pretty delicious. Half way through the meal L sighed loudly.

“The damn subways are closed, I have to take the bus home. I hate taking the bus,” she informed the others. Kiki laughed, she could walk home from their location. CP was getting picked up by her parents, so it wasn’t a big deal for her too. “I’m probably going to have to leave early.”

The plan was that they’d eat, then go to a Kpop store with a good stock of albums. After another fifteen minutes, L apologized before setting down some money for her portion of the meal and then leaving to catch the bus.

“That sucks,” Kiki sighed. “We can still go though, that’s fine, right?” CP nodded. They finished paying and then left for the store. The remaining snow on the ground was mostly slush, and even though the sun was out, a chill still remained in the air. CP was glad she wore her boots.

The store clerks greeted them nicely, and Kiki showed her to the Day6 section of the store, before going to buy another album to add to her collection. With the remaining $25, CP decided to buy Daydream.

“Maybe I should buy a BTR album in Toronto too…” CP wondered aloud, purposely saying it so that Kiki could hear

Kiki’s enraged expression was hardly fake, “Don’t you dare mention that name within my sanctuary of Kpop albums!”

CP laughed, “It was a joke, a joke.” Kiki grumbled, unconvinced. The two of them left the store, that they admittedly spent far too long in. Kiki managed to find a poster of an Astro member, and the searching alone took around ten minutes.

“You want me to wait with you?” Kiki asked.

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” she assured her friend. Kiki lingered for a bit, before the cold air started getting to her. She said her goodbye, and promised to meet again.

CP had around five minutes until her parents would pick her up, those five minutes would possibly be the most fantastical five minutes of her life thus far. It started with her taking out her new Day6 album, because damnit they didn’t put their music on any platforms. CP quickly cracked it open, curious to see her photo card. She wouldn’t risk opening it anymore, lest she drop it in the slush. A picture of Wonpil staring into the camera at the beach was inside. She took it out to admire the photo. Even if he wasn’t her bias, CP was a good Kpop stan who appreciated all the members.

CP looked up for the briefest moment. She noticed someone rather tall, asking various people for something. Though, through the bustle of the streets no one seemed to stop and reply to him. CP looked closer, there was something so painfully familiar about him, and maybe it was the shock, or the sunglasses, but CP couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Excuse me, miss?” the man had come up to her. He had a slight accent, but his words were still clear.

“Oh! Yes?” CP responded, somewhat startled.

The man sighed, “Finally. Do you have any toonies, or tokens? The subway is closed down, and I need to take the bus. It’s been a while…I’m still not completely familiar with this section of Toronto.

CP didn’t say anything, but rummaged through a bag she had brought. She was still racking her brain, trying to think of who it was. But…it couldn’t be him. There was no way, this would have to be some shitty story that was written to the ideals of mere humans.

She handed him a token that her mother had given her just in case. “Thank you, you’re very kind,” he smiled at her.

CP knew that smile, almost as much as she knew the music that it went with. “You…you’re YoungK, right?”

Younghyun hummed. Normally he’d deny it, not cause a fuss, because even if people didn’t know you, they’d still try to take pictures just so they could say ‘I met YoungK.’ But something felt different, maybe it was her kindness, or the Wonpil picture she held between her fingers, or just a feeling, but something was different.

“I am,” he smiled again. He saw her face light up. Contrasting to all the dreary slush, and grey air, her smile and eyes were shining brightly. Her eyes were soft, but still looking at him in awe, and her smile was beautiful, big, and loving. “Would you like a signature?” Younghyun offered.

CP opened her mouth, though nothing audible came out. Instead she nodded, and held out the new album. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Thousands of thoughts, questions, and horrible conversation starters were floundering around her head, but none of them were spoken.

“Thank you,” she finally said. “Thank you so much. You…your music, your voice, everything is so amazing! You know I wasn’t a huge fan of Kpop, but I listened to you guys, and it was like a whole new sky had opened up for me.” Her voice was filled with amazement, as if she was singing praises, she practically was. CP was thoroughly grateful.

YoungK handed back the album. “Thank you,” his voice was firm. “Thank you for supporting us. Day6 would be nothing without our fans. I would just be a guy with a nice voice. You’ve given us something amazing, more than any of us could comprehend.” His eyes focused on her. “I’m glad that our fans are kind ones like you, and I’m glad I was able to change your heart. Can I call you something?”

CP was still in shock that the Kang Younghyun was talking to her, was complimenting her! “Uh…I’m known as Charlie by my friends…” she mumbled.

“Okay, Charlie, maybe we’ll meet again. Thank you so much!” he began to back away.

CP quickly sprung to action. “Wait!” she called. “Could I…could I get a picture? Is that okay?

YoungK laughed, “Sure. Really, you’re so considerate, even just asking for a picture.”

Five minutes. It had been five minutes, and her parents pulled up. CP was still going through the scenario in her head over and over again. She had met YoungK.

Just as Younghyun had met Charlie.

@lollipopp3725: FATTHHHH!!!!!! oh gods when you were added to the chat and i found out we couLD YELL ABOUT UTAITE AND HAIKYUU you saw me i was literally having a breakdown i was so happy. so thank you for putting up with all my rants about them! you're so sweet!! i loved the story you wrote, jesus that angst man. you're so nice, and so energetic aND YOUR PUNS ARE TOP QUALITY. good puns, you could call them...aJUN nice. i know you had like a few other people that you heavily biased but here's jun!

Hugs

Fath was growing a little impatient.

Weeks ago, somehow, miraculously, she had been able to buy a Seventeen album from a store and her parents were not aware of exactly what she had purchased. Fath knew that Seventeen was in Singapore for a tour, but when she opened her album to find a ballot to the fansign, she almost had a heart attack.

Fath knew that having one ballot was nothing, and there was nearly no chance of her getting into the event, but she couldn’t risk buying the album again. Even so, Fath filled out the ballot, because “nearly no chance” was better than no chance at all. Despite that, she still had little faith in the ballot. People would buy ten albums, twenty, or even fifty just to get into the fansign. It was a groundless dream.

So, when Fath received the news that she was accepted into the fansign, she went into shock for a good few minutes before muffling her cries into a pillow. Fath’s heart wouldn’t calm down – she swore it was working harder than when she did physical activity – and she kicked at the air, trying to contain her excitement.

There was only one problem now. Her parents.

They weren’t fans of music to begin with, finding it distracting, especially what they classified as “teenager music.” Kpop was worse. They disregarded anything Kpop, and Fath had remained a closeted fan in the presence of her parents.

The most Fath could do was tell them she was going out with a friend, and hope they wouldn’t question her too much. If they asked why there was a strange bulk in her bag, maybe she could say it was a book and hope they weren’t suspicious. Fath thought herself an okay liar, so she could get by. The fansign shouldn’t take more than an hour after all.

Fath only got a few, “When will you be back” and “Tell us if anything changes” before getting the approval to go out. She texted a friend to tell them about the plan, just in case her parents asked about it later.

The location of the fansign was a little far out, but it would only be a half our train ride, then a short walk. There were only a few delays on the train, which in turn resulted in an extra ten minute ride, but Fath still had around fifteen minutes before the fansign started. The air was crisp, and the sky was especially clear. Fath quickened her pace.

The building was one of the smaller ones on the block, only going up to about three stories high. The e-mail said to go downstairs, and the staff members would help guide you to the fansign location.

Fath luckily only took one wrong turn, and was quickly redirected into the proper room. About a hundred other girls were there, all bustling with excitement. It was loud, and everyone seemed to be talking to everyone. Before Fath could join into any conversation of “who’s your bias,” or “which album do you like best,” a middle-aged man stood at the front to gather everyone’s attention.

“Alright everyone, please listen carefully,” the feedback from the microphone whined, sending out a sound a little too high for humans to comprehend, but low enough just to pierce their eardrums. The man apologized, and proceeded to explain how the fansign would work.

Essentially, after Seventeen answered questions from the post-it notes, everyone would line up under who they had slotted, and they’d have a short time to chat, only about a minute. The members would sign a poster, and you could give gifts. The fansign wasn’t too strict, despite the band being Seventeen.

And that brought Fath to the present, where she was getting impatient. She had the Jun fansign slot, and was currently waiting in line to meet him. She was fine with that; the waiting was fine. What was annoying her was that she had been waiting for nearly forty minutes, and Fath was finally at the front of the line, but the girl in front of her was taking a long time. They were only supposed to have a minute when the fansign part started, but Fath was certain this girl had been clinging to Jun for nearly two minutes now. She was the last person in line, and a lot of the other lines were almost done too.

There was a sudden cry. Fath turned to see a burst of water sailing through the air. A pipe had sprung loose in the building, and the girls near it, as well as Dino were getting sprayed with water.

Chaos ensued. The water was getting more intense, as other breaks in the pipes were slowly forming. Both the fans, staff members, and Seventeen hastily ran away from the scene. After a few moments of ensuring no one was hurt, the middle-aged man stood up again.

“The fansign is now closed. We’re sorry for the inconvenience, but this is both the allocated time of closing, and considering the problem, we have to close it down anyways. If you were unable to receive the posters, please pick them up at the front,” he announced.

Most of the girls didn’t mind, they had already met with one of the members. Fath however, did mind. She didn’t care about the posters (well she did but not as much as) she cared about meeting Jun. In the crowd, she couldn’t even see him. Like the other members, he was probably already being escorted away.

Fath felt like screaming, or crying. Either were fine. She thought that maybe, just maybe she’d be able to meet her bias. She’d be able to talk to them. But it was ruined because what? A broken pipe and some insensitive girl who took too long. It was unfair. Fath was the last girl in line to talk to Jun. It was frustrating if anything, but a small part of her said “What do you expect?” All that risk with her parents for nothing.

Most of the girls had already left the room, trying to avoid the growing puddle of water. Fath followed, trudging along, when someone tapped her shoulder.

Truthfully, Fath wasn’t in the mood to talk to someone. She wanted to grab her poster and go, but the voice that spoke certainly wasn’t a fan.

“You are…l…last?”

The voice was too deep to be a girl’s, and the accent and broken English was all Fath needed to turn around to see who was talking to her.

It was Jun. He turned around to face Vernon, who mouthed him something else. “I am…sorry,” he said robotically. Fath felt like crying again, but for another reason. Jun was talking to her, Jun wanted to speak to her.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

Jun smiled at the recognizable words, “You’re welcome.” He stared a while, seeming to be thinking before opening his mouth again. “You like…something? Hand?” Jun held out his hand low enough to be a handshake, but high enough to go for a high five.

Fath noticed the other members walking out another exit. “Thank you so much! You probably have to go but…can I have a hug?”

“Hug?”

Fath felt awkward, he wasn’t too clear on what a hug was. “You…you know…arms around each other,” she lifted her arms as if pretending to go into the hug. Jun nodded and made a sound before raising his arm and hugging Fath.

It was a good hug. Jun was warm, which made Fath feel warm, and protected too. Jun lingred in the position, staying as they were for just a bit longer. Fath lightly rested her head against him, mumbling another thank you. The idol looked at her and smiled. His smile was cute, beautiful. Fath could’ve melted right then and there.

Jun pulled away, giving Fath one last smile before leaving. Maybe she didn’t officially have her fansign, but who cares because she just got to hug Jun.

@achuu-nice: nomiTH NOM NOOMMOFSNDK! i love you. you are the bestest mom i could think of anD YOU ARE SO SO SWEET!!! MUCH CARE!!! thank you for also suffering through the haikyuu angst fic, come to me and yell when you are done. no but seriously you are so nice and kind and even though i am the hype woman u give me lots of hype. so nice. I HOPE YOU ENJOY JEONGHAN. i loveeee you!!!

I’m sorry, this got out of hand

~A magical world in which nom and hannie can understand each other~

Angel

Nom was always the mother of the group. She was responsible, and always cared for her friends, regardless of whether they were actually younger than her or not. It fit, Nom the mom, Mom, and she truly loved all those dubbed as her children. But other than her name, what was it exactly that attracted people to her mom-ness? As well, would Nom ever know how it feels to be mommed? Truly, such questions were ones that could hardly ever be answered.

It was one fateful day, Nom was innocently listening to Teen, Age as she walked to buy more bird feed. Flower was booming in her earbuds, and when Jeonghan’s voice came on at exactly 2:42, she completely forgot her surroundings.

The bike came out of nowhere. She could hardly hear the bike bell over the sound of the music. She looked up to see the bike speeding towards her, and the person riding it screaming something.

It happened in an instant. Nom’s vision went fuzzy, and an incessant ringing was going off in her ears. There was a bright light, and then a warm voice.

Nom…

The voice was soft, and Nom could have sworn there was a slight echo to it. The voice was not clear, was she unconscious?

Nom…wake up…

It sounded very familiar…but something was different. If it was really that voice, then there would be an accent, and that was even assuming he could speak English. But this voice…it spoke in perfect English with practically no accent. The white light was still there, and Nom was fairly certain she was still awake.

Open your eyes…child…

Child? Did the voice call her child? When was she ever the child? Nom tried to “open her eyes,” but nothing changed. Her eyes were definitely open, and for whatever reason nothing actually hurt, despite being hit by the bike. Speaking of which, was not there. Where was the bike? Nom looked down, where was the road? She was in some strange white plane, with mist floating around everywhere.

Nom opened her mouth, seeing if she could at least talk, “My…my eyes are open. Maybe you could turn down the brightness?” Her suggestion was earnest. A soft Oh could be heard and slowly the bright light disappeared, leaving what Nom could only describe as an angel.

He had beautiful feathers, they were sleek but still fluffy that were folded to covered his body. Some of them protruded from the main structure of the wings, and others had fallen to his feet. The wings encircled his body, and a halo of light rested lightly above his long, light brown hair.

With a flurry of feathers, the angel unfurled his wings to reveal his full body. The hair was pulled into a loose braid that ended just past his shoulders. His skin was smooth, so perfect that Nom was nearly convinced what she was seeing was an actual angel. He was clad in a loose white button-up shirt, with the last two buttons not done up, and fitted black jeans. He wore white running shoes of a brand that Nom didn’t recognize, and a silver bracelet.

“Jeonghan?” Nom said hesitantly.

‘Jeonghan’ smiled at her, “So you know my name, I’m glad.” His smile seemed to literally glow.

Gathering her thoughts and courage, Nom began to ask her questions, “Are you really him? There’s no way, right? Hannie speaks Korean, he lives in Korea, in fact, if you are him you should be in Korea now.”

“Well…I suppose I am him? But not at the same time, it can be complicated. Simply put, think of me as like an astral projection of your Jeonghan, though you aren’t physically meeting, this plane and circumstance has allowed our minds to connect. Should you ever meet for real, both of you would remember this meeting and each other,” the angel Jeonghan replied.

Nom cocked her head to the side, “Circumstance? Oh…Oh yeah! Wasn’t I like, hit by a bike? Am I unconscious? Aren’t you just a figment of my imagination?” Though, if he was, Nom gave her imagination a large pat on the back, because Angel Jeonghan was masterfully thought up.

A bittersweet expression crossed Jeonghan’s face, “I’m sure you’re wondering about the wings.”

“I am.”

“Well…like I said, this plane that is invisible to normal humans is what is allowing us to meet. The wings and halo are uh…part of the job I suppose,” Jeonghan started. “Do you believe in guardian angels, Nom?”

Nom thought, “I suppose they’d be nice, but I don’t really pray to my guardian angel or anything like that."

“Well, I’m your guardian angel!” Jeonghan exclaimed. He seemed very excited, and his wings flapped, emulating his emotions. A few feathers around his feet flew up from the sudden wind.

Nom could only stare, gaping. A small laugh escaped her, though she quickly apologized.

“I suppose that’s hard to believe, after all, there are many other instances in which I could have saved you,” Jeonghan reached out to ruffle her hair. “The truth is, certain qualifications have to be met, if everyone was being saved by their guardian angel, the world would be thrown off balance, would it not?”

“Sorry, I’m still trying to wrap my head around that fact that Jeonghan is my guardian angel. I mean…I suppose him being an angel isn’t that far off but…my angel?” Nom felt truly blessed, and if this was her imagination, it was both the best and cruelest scenario it could think up.

“I really am! And you…you far exceed the qualifications needed. I’m actually the guardian angel for many people, I represent…well aside from all the major religious stuff, generally caring about others, and being a good person,” Jeonghan finished. Nom could believe that. Jeonghan was certainly caring, and he loved his members a lot. He enjoyed helping them and listening to their problems.

“So I had to be…a good mom?” Nom asked.

Jeonghan laughed, maybe it was the whole angelic thing, but it truly sounded like a bell. “You could call it that. Nom you are more than kind. You care so much for your friends, and take the time to talk to them.”

“Wait you can see the stuff I do!?” Nom’s voice was anxious.

Jeonghan grinned, “Only the stuff relevant to the whole angel thing.” Nom let out a sigh of relief. “You’re sweet, and are so nice to your friends, and try to stay mature when needed. And speaking from Jeonghan the Kpop Star, you’re a wonderful fan! You appreciate the members, and respect other fans. Truly, it’s your acts of kindness and being so sweet that allowed me to help you!”

“Oh! So you brought me to this plane because…I wouldn’t be hurt by the bike?”

“Exactly!” Jeonghan reached out to pat her on the head. “Would you like a hug? I’m very good at hugging people.”

Nom nodded, and leaned into the angel. It was warm, and a loose feather tickled her nose. Jeonghan hummed happily. “I think our time is up. I’ll do my best to watch over you, as your angel.”

@maetaamong: oghetjdfkv kiki i actually love you so much there aren't any words. gahh you picked me up at swim and was the one that allowed me to meet everyone here, and for that i am so grateful. you're so fun to be around and you cARE so much and i love you for that. thank you for putting up with my idiocy, and thank you for teaching me all~~ about kpop. i'll work hard!! i believe in your situations and i really love you sososo much !!! FIGHTING!!!

Urs are the only universe in which you personally know the idol bc u are a spoiled brat love u also somehow u can understand each other??? You probably learned Korean or smt. U like…can choose if ya in a relationship or just friends idc man there’s no kissy kissy so . also u are older

Loud

“Kiki! Look! Look at this one!” The tall boy happily bounced towards the blonde, with a book in hand. The cover was two shades of blue, and obnoxious text that looked like it was an early 2007 meme. The title was Does God Ever Speak Through Cats? and Minhyuk seemed very excited about this question.

“I know it sounds stupid, but! He brings up some really good points? Don’t you think Bay acts strangely sometimes? It has to be the work of God!” he declared, which earned a few nasty stares from other patrons.

Kiki sighed and apologized to the startled customers, “Min, you do realize we are at a public library, and you’re being very loud?”

Minhyuk’s face fell, and he pouted innocently, “Sorry…should we go somewhere else?” His voice sounded remorseful, and even though he was taller than Kiki, she resisted the urge to pat him on the head. She could practically see the dog ears flapping over in guilt.

“It’s fine, you just have to be quiet. I just want to find a good book,” Kiki said softly.

“Okay, sorry, I know how much you like to read. Whatever you buy, I’ll pay,” he offered.

Kiki turned to him, with an incredulous look on her face, “Min, this is the public library. I have a library card, there’s no need for you to pay.”

Minhyuk, slightly annoyed by this fact, just mumbled in response and went back to browse the shelves for another strange book. He wasn’t a huge fan of reading, finding that he definitely didn’t have enough patience for it, and that reading words off a page simply weren’t exciting enough for him

Though, the boy’s moodiness disappeared almost completely when he wordlessly handed Kiki another book. Teach Your Wife to be a Widow was a rather old looking book.

Kiki couldn’t hold back her laughter, “Is…is this supposed to be romantic or threatening? Calling me your wife…that’s sweet but this certainly isn’t how I thought it would go.”

Minhyuk giggled in response, “It’s both!” Another “shhh” was directed at him, to which he hastily apologized and trailed after Kiki, who disappeared into the ‘Fantasy’ section. She skimmed through the books, thumbing the spines of the ones that interested her from purely the title and art.

She had read a few of them, some didn’t catch her interest, while others had storylines far too similar to books already done. A book caught her eye. It had a bright blue cover, with the words Shatter Me written in blue and white font. Kiki pulled it out of the shelf. The cover had an eye on it. That was a good sign. Books with eyes on them usually had some cool theme going on. A quick skim of the summery told her that it was indeed a dystopian novel – her favourite genre – and that people had powers.

“What’s that? You gonna get it?” Minhyuk appeared out of nowhere. Kiki decided not to mention that even without him literally shouting out a stupid statement, his voice was still loud.

“Might,” she replied. Minhyuk sighed loudly, and finally one of the workers came up to him and asked him politely to “shut up or get out.” Minhyuk placed a hand over his mouth and actually kept this there as Kiki signed out the book. The pair could’ve sworn that people breathed a sigh of relief as they left the library.

As soon as they stepped out Minhyuk’s loud voice returned, “When we get to your room, I can be as loud as I want, right?”

“Of course,” Kiki laughed. Her apartment was a few blocks away from the library, both of which were on a beautiful promenade. They arrived at her apartment, which was a simple red brick building with white highlights around the windows, and a black roof. They climbed up three flights of stairs and walked to her room.

Kiki set down her keys and took off her shoes. “Want anything to drink?”

Minhyuk didn’t skip a beat, “Green tea please. I’ll put on the water.” He filled up the kettle with water and waited for it to heat up. Kiki decided to drink some too, and took out a tea pot.

“Are we really gonna read? On my precious day off?” Minhyuk whined. Kiki wanted to say that it was him just poking fun at her, but she knew very well that he wasn’t too excited.

“Only a bit, then we can do something more interesting. Maybe you’ll like the story.”

“Unlikely.”

“Aww c’mon it won’t be that bad. Just the first few pages. Really, thank you for spending your ‘precious day off’ with me– geez that expression, you’re so cute. I promise reading isn’t the only thing we’ll do.”

Minhyuk couldn’t hold back a smile, “Thanks for letting me spend it with you. You’re nice, and fun, and caring. But I wish you would stop calling me cute. I’m not cute!”

Kiki stared at his flustered face, “I beg to differ.” The kettle began to whistle and they each poured themselves a cup of tea.

They spent the first twenty pages just sitting next to each other on Kiki’s bed. “You’re going too fast,” Minhyuk would say. Kiki would wait after finishing a page for Minhyuk to nod. After a while Minhyuk started to complain about how the position hurt his neck, and his posture was bad.

“Well, how should we sit?” Kiki asked. Minhyuk had a devilish grin on his face, and grabbed Kiki by her waist. She shrieked from the sudden contact, and Minhyuk pulled her into him. He bended his legs and Kiki was now sitting in front of him, between his legs. Minhyuk’s back was warm, and his arms were unconsciously-consciously wrapped around the girl.

“Won’t this hurt your neck more?”

“I’m taller than you so it’s fine.” Kiki decided to let him do what he wanted.

Another few minutes passed before Minhyuk spoke up again, “This girl is stupid.”

“Annoying,” Kiki agreed. “And this guy they’ve brought in…he’s just supposed to be the guard. I mean it’s kind of cute?”

“He’s too moody, too stiff,” Minhyuk said into Kiki’s ear. “He should be more like me."

“Well they are in a prison,” Kiki pointed out. Minhyuk only clicked his tongue in response. Bored, he reached over to turn on her fairy lights.

Another thirty pages passed, and the love triangle of the story finally started to show up. Though the second contestant seemed a lot less desirable. “You know…” Minhyuk said for the first time in a while. “Even though we’re reading, it’s kind of fun I guess.”

“See, I knew you’d like it!"

“No, it’s not the book. The book kinda sucks.” Kiki’s face slightly fell, but she had to agree. “Your presence is nice. It’s calming. We could be doing anything and I think I’d still like it,” Minhyuk mumbled. Kiki noticed his cheeks flushing and his head was turned away.

Minhyuk finally met Kiki’s eye, “Cuz it’s you.”

Cuddle

Kiki was lonely. Cuddle-horny as she called it. Desperate for some attention, she relayed this feeling to her group chat, though they responded predictably.

GO AWAY KIEr

YOU'VE HAD MORE BOYFRIENDS THAN I WILL IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

awww kiki if I could id comfort youuuuu

S I N G L E C L U B

Sighing, her hand hovered over another contact, but Kiki quickly dismissed the idea. Hoon would be busy with his work. She couldn’t trouble him just because she wanted a good hug. Letting out a long sigh, Kiki threw herself against her bed.

Ten minutes went by, to the girl, ten long minutes of no human comfort. Damn French Guy. Her phone buzzed, a part of her thought it was the group chat, lamenting over their forever-single state but the name ‘Hoon’ was on the notification.

Want to come over? Got the afternoon off bc yoon got sick and now we can’t focus on learning the new song.

Kiki didn’t waste a second replying, throwing on a jacket, and booting it to Hoon’s house. She arrived soon enough and was greeted by an enthusiastic Haute. Kiki gladly gave him all the belly rubs, and Hoon soon appeared. He wore a loose white shirt with a random logo on it, and black sweatpants.

“Glad you could make it,” he walked closer to pick up Haute.

“Me too,” Kiki mumbled under her breath. “Got…any plans?”

Hoon scratched the back of his neck, “Ah not really. I was just thinking we could hang out, catch up. I’ve been busy, we haven’t seen each other in a while.”

Kiki grinned, “That’s perfectly fine.” She could use the conversation, the human contact. “Can we just sit on the couch or something?”

Hoon grabbed some drinks and Kiki sat on the couch, putting the TV to a random channel that they wouldn’t watch anyways. Hoon sat next to her.

“Is Yoon okay? What happened?” Kiki asked.

Hoon took a sip of his drink before answering. “He got laryngitis. We tried to go over the music, but he really wasn’t feeling well so he went home for the rest of the day. We got let off too because none of us could focus.”

“Is he resting here?”

“Nope, I meant home, home. He’s with his parents. They got pretty worried and asked if he could come home for a bit. I think they also didn’t want me to catch it too,” Hoon replied.

Kiki nodded, “That makes sense. It would be super unfortunate if you both got it.”

The two found themselves inching closer until Kiki was leaning into Hoon’s broad chest, and Hoon had nearly all of his limbs wrapped around her. Kiki found that they were breathing in sync and even though no words were said, it was still so engaging.

They conversed through contact, and a few hums here and there. Hoon was warm, and his hold on Kiki was tight. Kiki buried her face into the crook of his neck, feeling as if she could fall asleep. Haute came to join them, wedging into a space between their stomachs.

Cuddling with Hoon really felt nice, his limbs, while lanky, were perfect for wrapping around Kiki. He was considerate if something felt uncomfortable, and every so often they’d whisper about something, and he’d laugh. His laugh lit up his entire face, and his smile was permanently stuck. It was a quiet laugh, but somehow his entire body would jerk with every little sound.

Hoon felt the same way, because Kiki became really happy when they cuddled. She’d snuggle close and trace little patterns on the nearest available surface. In all of her beauty she seemed so at peace, and so graceful just in his arms like this.

“Thank you.”

@red-dyed-sarumane: A K IR E SENPAI! im sorry if this is sudden, but! i couldn't leave you out, and i definitely didn't live vicariously through your story and that ISNT the reason why it's the longest nope haahhaahhhaha. really, thank you for putting up with me and my rants or whatever, and letting me talk to you a ton! i'm glad i was also able to meet so many new utaites. ageyuki hell here i comeeee. you're so kind and explain lots of things in detail which i appreciate. i hope we're able to talk even more in the new year! thank you so much.

If u don't understand some of the jap (tho u are vv smort so I bet u will) or if I made mistakes (bc I definitely did fuCK particles man) pls tell me. Also I used ur mom sorrrryyyyy. AGAIN I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS JUST RELISH IN THE FACT THAT U SAW MAFFU

Concert

It was agreed upon the international Utaite fans that they suffered. Just barely grasping onto the blessed, but few, translators of their twitters, videos, and songs. Paying more for shipping than the actual product, and looking desperately into screens, unable to see their true face. Concerts were a dream, because going to Japan at the right time, and even buying a ticket would be difficult. Few people had the money, time, or permission to do it. Livestreams were almost never when they were awake, and even if they were, it’s not like there were subs to explain anything.

The salvation were the compilations the singers did of their concerts, with blurred out faces and some clips of them singing on stage as the audience held out their light sticks. Many tried to learn at least a little bit of Japanese, but they talked quite fast, and a few (*coughs* mafu) didn’t annunciate properly.

They were fighters really, being a fan for a long time, willing to burn holes through their pocket just to get an album, and loving the Utaites, even if they didn’t understand most of what was going on.

“You don’t know what they’re saying!”

“You’ve never seen their face!”

The fans heard those kinds of phrases far too often. It irked them, because music was so much more than the words, and pretty faces didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate their abilities.

Akire was one such fan. She was smart, and worked hard to understand even a little bit of what the Utaite’s were saying. And, if there was anything worse than being a fan of an Utaite, it was being a fan of multiple Utaite. It was album after album being released, and live and live happening, and all the international fans could do was watch and wish.

It was one fateful day, when her mother, and told Akire the news.

“Well, it’s been a while since we’ve traveled, and I’ve been wanting to see the cherry blossoms in bloom for a while now!” she said through the phone. “So, we’re going to Japan! You like those Jpop guys, right?” Akire resisted the urge to correct her. “If there’s any concerts that are cheap, why not try to get tickets?”

Akire thought her heart would stop right there. They were going to Japan. She’d be surrounded by the culture of which so many things she treasured came from. Her mom would let her go to a concert. SHE COULD GO TO A CONCERT. Akire hastily opened Twitter and checked for any news of a concert over the spring break.

Yukimi and @gain were still relatively new and low key, so there was no word of a concert from them. Sou was working on an album, though no lives were being planned during the time. XYZ was having concerts, but they were just after Akire would be in Japan.

Akire would feel so unfulfilled if she didn’t go to a single Utaite concert when she had the opportunity. She scrolled mindlessly through Twitter, hoping that maybe someone would be hosting something she could attend.

A notification popped up. Akire clicked on it, half expecting the stupid ��in case you missed it’ thing that Twitter did. It was from Mafumafu, and Akire didn’t even have to open the tweet fully to see the mass of exclamation marks.

It only took a quick skim to realize that Mafumafu was hosting a live. Akire quickly opened up the picture to check the dates. The 2nd of March, and the 7th, 12th, and 15th.

Fumbling to open her phone, Akire quickly texted her mother, When do we get to Japan?

Six painful minutes went by before her phone buzzed. She checked it the instant the screen lit up. Night of the 12th.

Akire checked the information again, she could make the last show! Crap, when did the tickets go on sale. She combed through the characters of Mafu’s tweet, trying to pick out the relevant ones, though there were still some she didn’t know. A quick Google Translate confirmed that tickets indeed went on sale at 8 o’clock a.m. Japan time. Which was, with the help of Google once again, in twelve minutes.

Practically throwing her laptop across her room, Akire went to fetch her wallet which was left in a coat pocket. She sent a text explaining the tickets to her mom, and hopped she could read through the typos.

Dashing back upstairs, Akire clicked on the link provided. It took her to a website in complete Japanese. Akire just barely navigated through it, and occasionally had to look up various details, because business kanji was definitely not her forte. She was old enough to go alone (and she hopped her parents agreed with her because she was going to this live) and the tickets were at a mere 4500¥, which was around $40 US.

Praying to the Wifi Gods, Akire paid as fast as she could, she didn't even have time to check where the seats were, other information could be researched later. All that mattered was getting the tickets before they sold out or something.

And then Akire breathed, because she was going to see Mafumafu live.

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In the previous month Akire had practiced Japanese much more intensely. Though the show would likely consist of mostly music, he would still MC a lot, and she wanted to understand as much as possible.

The venue wasn’t the biggest (it seemed they saved big venues for AtR concerts) but it still held around 2,000 seats and from what Akire could see, it was full. Her seat was relatively close to the stage, maybe six or so rows back.

Akire was excited; seeing Mafumafu live, she would see his face! The entire experience seemed surreal, and her appearance stood out a lot compared to the other fans. But her appearance didn’t matter when the lights went down and vibrant music started to play. Akire knew this song like the back of her hand, of course he’d sing すーぱーぬこになりたいfirst.

Some of the people had actually memorized his little spiel at the beginning, and said it to speed, which Akire found very impressive. Some artists sounded strange live, because their voice in a microphone was different compared to a studio, with mixing done. Though Mafumafu certainly couldn’t replicate any of the heavily engineered parts of his songs, somehow his voice sounded better live. It was clear, and there was raw emotion within his voice. The high notes were so much more intense, and just seeing the music come out of his mouth was amazing.

He wore white cat ears, but simple black jeans and a loose sweater. After the song ended, Mafu quickly introduced himself, “はあいまふまふですー！じゃみんなさん！楽しみにして？” The crowd cheered in response. “みんなさんも歌ってよ！僕が嬉しいになって！”

ドラマツルギー began to play, and Mafu said something a little too fast for Akire to pick up. She got the feeling it was something about “wanting to sing this song, but never recorded it.”

The night felt like a blur, the light sticks that bounced in front of her, with the stage lights going crazy especially during 罰ゲーム and ゴーストルール. The show was only two hours, but it felt like a long, blissful eternity. The music that always remained through the screen, orin her ears was finally live. It was finally there.

Akire could see his face, his full face. Even with all the live-action videos, or the strange DVD’s he released, seeing him like this felt it was the definite proof that Mafumafu wasn’t just some singer on the internet. He was real, and he was talented. His voice shook the theatre, even when covering the softer songs on an acoustic guitar, like いかないで or 水彩銀河のクロニクル somehow his voice just enveloped the theatre.

It felt like a dream. Mafu bounced around the stage, and answered a few questions from Twitter. Akire could make out most of the details.

“What inspired you to start singing?”

“At the time, there were just so many talented people online. They were singing and people really liked them. Soraru-san and many others were uploading at the time, and I enjoyed music. I guess I wanted to be a part of that.”

“What time do you wake up in the morning?”

“Well it depends, sometimes it's a good time like 8:00, but sometimes it’s super early like 6:00 – I THINK 6:00 IS EARLY, YOU GUYS ARE WEIRD – or sometimes it’s late like 12:00.”

“Where do you live?”

“Within my dreams.”

“What do you think about love?”

“This question is kind of deep…don’t you think? I mean, there’s familial love, and I love my family a lot. To think they’d support me having this kind of job, it’s really amazing. And I love my friends, Amatsuki-kun, and Soraru-san, and Luz-kun, Urata-san, and Sakatan too. They’re precious. Of course, I love you guys as well! There would be no Mafumafu without you guys. Thank you so much for being here, for liking my voice and music enough to see me live! Please continue to support me!”

A staff member off to the side laughed, and encouraged the audience to ask about romantic love. Akire joined in the chant of “恋！教えて！恋！” in which Mafu only replied with a finger over his lips and cuing the next song.

Mafumafu ran through a few more songs before announcing the next one would be the final one. The music to ねこがまるくなったcame on, and it was undoubtedly the most energetic performance of the night. Mafumafu starting and ending with a cat song, how classic. Akire sang along, knowing every word, maybe not hitting every note perfectly but still doing her best.

The confetti at the end showered the audience, and Akire found that she was smack in the center of its trajectory. Accepting that she’d be pulling pieces of paper out of her hair later on, she cheered as Mafumafu thanked everyone for coming, and exited the stage. Akire thought she was dreaming, that this was something her mind had made up because she so desperately wanted to see this singer in real life. Though, the free pin that she was given on the way out, signed by Mafumafu himself, seemed to solidify the experience.

She had seen Mafumafu live.

alllright~~ this motherload of a post is FINALLY done i should've worked on school projects during this time but fuck that who carES (i care)

honestly, thank you guys so much! i cant believe that I was able to meet all of you, it's really been a ride. i hope you found the story/stories amusing!! i'm sorry for any typos, incorrect facts or anything seemingly out of character(?? u guys arent characters) but hopefully no hard feeling are taken.

I hope next year will be even better!

with love,

P.S. honestly fuck you guys i cant believe i actually wrote all of this

#thank you #love you #kpop #seventeen #jeonghan #seunghoon #winner #monsta x #minhyuk #day6 #jae #youngk #utaite #mafumafu #my writing #im so sorry #really thank you so much #mutuals #love post

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lordvonthunderporkvi · 6 years

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and here we go another 20 pages of thoughts on episode 4 dear gods why am i like this

It took me four hours to play through episode 3 because i kept stopping to take notes but is that going to slow down my notes this time? Nope didn’t think so ready to waste another four hours of my life on this game yes i am

Aight who’s narrating this time

ooh it’s Radar again

“Be careful when you get close to an admin” sound advice Radar

Oh calm down jack i wanted to save nurm I really did but it was either leave lluna, the animal without coherent thought, or nurm, the villager who asked me to leave him behind

Geez jack i’m sorry about your husband calm down

Wait did we not tell radar that the admin’s name is romeo

Apparently not i guess

Oh dear notch xara i’m so sorry

OH NO BABY I’M SORRY-

Holy frick what was that

Oh it’s the enderman

OH NO RADAR

DONT LOOK IT IN THE EYES WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Aw lluna helped me up

It’s the ninja

Nice radar knocked the camera over

Aw radar “not asking for me cause i’m tough” you’re so cute

Oh no

I’m so sorry xara

WAIT THERE’S ANOTHER TERMINAL

Hey you know what jack if you keep disrespecting lluna like this i’m gonna have to poke out your other eye

Good jack apologize

Oh no baby don’t cry

RADAR THAT IS THE WORST THING YOU COULD HAVE SAID RIGHT NOW HAVE SOME SYMPATHY YOUR BED WILL PROBABLY BE GONE TOO WHEN YOU GET BACK TO BEACONTOWN DON’T YOU DARE-

PETRA YOU TOO REALLY?

COME ON GUYS HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOUR HOME WAS IN SHREDS

No you aren’t Petra you are certainly not being “nice” if that’s what you consider to be “nice” then we’ve got a problem

Thank you Radar

Gods Xara I am so sorry

We’ll avenge your bed Xara

FINALLY WE’RE LEARNING ABOUT THE TERMINALS

THEY’RE PORTALS

Yes Xara where does it go

Where did it go Xara we know it’s broken

Oh Xara I’m so sorry

“He loved birch.” I feel so sad

Oh we get to find something personal to Romeo

What is it like a potato or something

Nice good luck Xara

Screw off Jack

Take the gunpowder that’s gonna be useful

Fudge it’s the enderman

RADAR COME ON

Ooh is it porkchop

Nope Romeo smells like cinnamon not sulfur sorry boys

Fudge they’re annoying

I’m not that heavy it’s not that much work

It’s not like we have anything interesting in our inventories Romeo cleared them when he sent us to the Institute

Oh right we have weapons

Why can’t we just tell them we don’t have swords why isn’t that an option it’s not like they’ve been watching us this whole time

They haven’t been watching us this whole time right?

I don’t think they have

Oh it is PorkChop

Holy frick they’re annoying

That was rude and unnecessary Radar take Petra’s hand next time

At least you’re alive be grateful Jack

Oh it’s so pretty

Ooh who’s that she’s cute

FRED

THEY KNEW FRED

Who the heck is Binta

Ooh it’s a bunch of people

Faithful Friends of Fred heck yeah

Fred-o-clock wow

Gosh Radar is adorable

Hi Binta

Ooh we have to win the trivia competition

This is really sad Fred sounded amazing and now we’ll never get to meet him because Romeo is a horrible person

Couldn’t we just ask Xara she knew Fred very well

This dog is so cute

Can i adopt it

That was completely useless but seriously adorable I regret nothing

Sticks nice

It’s okay Petra I know you’re you and that’s all that matters

Yep that’s me

Actually that is incorrect Xara is the most Faithful Friend of Fred ™

Ok his favorite tool is a diamond hoe I’ll keep that in mind

I have learned a Fred Fact ™

Oh no no it’s okay i’m not going to hurt you don’t worry i promise i’m a nice stranger

“Like water...in a bucket...becomes the bucket!” yeah that makes sense Radar what the heck

Good idea you be ready Radar

No of course he won’t we won’t let him

Heck yeah I’m scary

Radar stop this you are not a thug

“One! Hngg… Two! Hngg- and a half!” a child after my own heart

Radar stop this please

Willy looks kinda like Soren

Ok Fred’s cherished pet is a chicken got it

Ooh a puzzle

Don’t kill the chicken just play with him

The chicken’s name is Waffles nice

I have learned a Fred Fact ™

Aw I’m sorry about your hands Wanda

Oh I have plenty of sticks don’t worry Wanda

The real question is how do all these people know so much about Fred and still the only person who ever wins the trivia contest is Kent

His favorite color was Lapis Blue ™

I have learned a Fred Fact ™

Jesse wears blue underwear

Wanda does too okay

What what just happened why’d the game close

It better have saved my progress

What I’m all the way back here?

Come on

Okay I am sure Romeo never said “We come in peace” to Fred

Wait no a fireworks display is a very bad idea you’ll draw the attention of the giant enderman and if any of you are like Radar you’ll be staring directly at it any you’ll provoke it that’s a horrible idea Binta

Fred’s favorite color is lapis blue I’m sure he’d love Radar’s bandanna

I miss Xara

Those hoes look pretty iron to me Hilda

Maybe it’s just the light

I have learned a Fred Fact ™

I’m not going to hurt you Cam

Welp now I’m imagining Lukas seeing RomeoJesse in their underwear and saying “you’re not the real Jesse Jesse only wears lapis blue underwear this is POWDER BLUE”

“The slammer” Radar please stop

His name is Waffles Willy I’m smarter than you think

Blocco the dog

I have learned a Fred Fact ™

Wanda you cannot paint with your feet while you are wearing shoes come on

I have learned a Fred Fact ™

Also a Jesse Fact ™

And we’re all caught up

Please don’t crash again

Fred looked a lot different than I thought

Stop telling stories Jack don’t you want to get Nurm back come on

Okay is there absolutely nothing else I can do

No there isn’t

Okay let’s go talk to Binta

I really don’t think I’m ready I learned that Fred liked the most useless item in the game, he has a chicken named after my favorite food, and Jesse’s underwear are lapis blue I really don’t think that’s enough information

Oh well I’ve already started

Kent more like Salt

Come on Kent I’ve survived and F-bomb, defeated a Witherstorm, survived a fall into the Void, survived a killer’s mansion, survived a useful computer, beaten a weirdly good at fighting 60-year-old man, survived Romeo’s sea temple, survived Romeo’s icy palace of despair, made it out of the Sunshine Institute, survived the giant freaking enderman and I’ve managed to lead a town and romance Lukas along the way- wait what

You’re not intimidating Kent

Oh no I’m not good at building things

Okay this better be good enough

Fred is dead Xara watched him die guys come on

Okay thank gosh

Okay it’s a draw good enough

I thought you were doing something different this year what do you mean “in the history of this competition”

Fred, dead, bred- I’m sensing a theme

The same color blue as my underwear

I am good

Oh it’s a diamond hoe

It was Waffles the chicken

Nice we’re talking about Benedict

I don’t know any more trivia Xara please come help me

The most Faithful Friend of Fred ™ was Xara she better get her butt in here and help me

BIRCH

AH YEAH THANKS XARA YOU’RE THE BEST

I am smart

I am the most Faithful Friend of Fred ™

So what would’ve happened if I lost that competition

Oh well doesn’t matter now because I won

Wow pajamas okay

Oh no now I feel really bad I should’ve given them to Kent

Oh well Kent’s won plenty He’s gotten the pajamas plenty of times

Thanks Binta

Ooh I can jump on the bed fun

Jesse you dork oh my notch

ANOTHER FRICKIN BOOK BY SOREN

Soren is Romeo pass it on

Oh no that’s actually possible

They both have red hair

Are you kidding that’s Rudolph the red nosed reindeer

Wow okay just a random button in Fred’s closet

Nice a secret room

Romeoburg wow

I really have no other words except...wow, he named his town “Romeoburg”

Surely it has an author someone had to have written it

Maybe it’s like Tom Riddle’s journal and when you write in it it writes the same words in another version of itself for someone else to see

Aw “I’m glad I had Xara and Romeo with me” that is so sweet

“I don’t know what Romeo wants anymore. It hurts. All I wanted was the three of us, together.” that is actually the saddest line in the game you can fight me on this

“We weren’t just happy there. We were home.” Okay I better go fight myself because that definitely tops the last one as saddest line in the game

Yeah Binta what’s wrong

Oh well I kinda know Fred’s old best friend and she told me

Fred’s Xara

Xara is there something you’re not telling us

I mean other than everything

How freaking long has it been since the admin war

Well gee thanks Binda

This is making me so sad I want to see the three admins back before Romeo went all Romeo

Don’t just announce this to the crowd Jesse gods

What do you need Binda

Okay sure I’ll take you with me

“The needle points home.” I’m about to fight myself again that’s the saddest-

Fireworks are a bad idea

Okay bye Jack be safe

Notch Petra please don’t be mad

Nice spit fight

Good to see Jack’s warming up to Lluna

Stop yelling Radar

Ray

Don’t provoke her Radar that is a bad idea

Slowness potion-

WHERE’S THE LAST TIME WE SAW A SLOWNESS POTION? THAT’S RIGHT, WITH IVOR AT THE END OF S1 EPISODE 2.

It’s the ninja again

This is really bad

Oh crap

I’M WEAPONLESS

WHERE HAVE WE SEEN THAT IMAGERY BEFORE? THAT’S RIGHT, WITH IVOR AT THE END OF S1 EPISODE 2.

NO LET ME GO

Jesse you dork

He’s a shadow

I WEAR BLUE UNDERWEAR

THAT’S ACTUALLY AN OPTION I’M SO HAPPY

THAT WAS GREAT

...Ivor?

IT’S HIM

IVOR IVOR IVOR

HE’S BAAAAACK

He’s so happy

Where is Harper

HE’S SO WONDERFUL

HUGS

Yeah where is she by the way

Nope not me

I’m a ninja is a perfect excuse

I’ll hurry Ivor don’t worry

Ooh is that Romeoburg

Oh who’s that

I love her already wow

That was kind of mean Jesse don’t elbow Radar he’s just a bean

She’s just as much of a dork as me I love her

“Let’s take these invaders out!” to lunch or…

Is there actually an army

They sound like they’re bluffing

I am not an audio disk I am Jesse with the blue underwear

Soup okay

Okay I was right there’s no army

Ooh a challenge

Challenge accepted

Val and Soup okay

We didn’t exactly escape the Institute Xara escaped the Institute and she took us with her and Xara’s not here anymore this is a bad idea Jesse

Soup is great

It’s a llama

The heck are they doing

Wow spit on me okay

Jesse you say this like she’s a human who has any clue what you’re saying she’s not a human she is a llama she does not have coherent thought

I have to build something again are you kidding I’m not good at building stuff

What if I build a Romeo

I don’t have any gray blocks dang it I can’t build Romeo

That thing isn’t going to have any effect on visitors but whatever good enough

No it won’t Val it’s a stack of quartz blocks with a couple redstone blocks thrown in there

Armor yeah

The names of this armor are gold

“Dangerous...but also damaged, so it’s more relatable.” just like me

“Please don’t hit me”

The name is “Llama brown-ish” that’s not a very inspired name Soup

I’m going with Please Don’t Hit Me

Best armor I ever put on

Radar no you need a shirt

I look great in this armor wow

Lluna wants to stay with her mate nice

PETRA COME ON YOU DON’T STEP ON THE PRESSURE PLATE GODS

Oh it’s a means of extinguishing yourself

That means we might be set on fire though

Oh well whatever we’ll be fine

Oh no that’s sad

Let’s not pull the mystery levers that’s a bad idea

No I’m not Romeo

Aw that was a very cute little giggle

Another freaking golem are you kidding me

We can’t even hit the golem that’s just great

Water perfect

Gee thanks Romeo

SIX HUNDRED STAGES?

COME ON ROMEO YOU COULDN’T HAVE MADE THIS ANY EASIER COULD YOU

Or maybe those three levers will summon a Giant Golem ™

This soundtrack is great massive props to Antimo and Welles

STOP RADAR YOU’RE GONNA MESS IT UP CALM DOWN AND THINK PLEASE

well crap

Dear notch Romeo why are you like this

YES YOU ARE, WHY ELSE WOULD YOU HAVE KILLED FRED?

That’s a big “maybe” Jesse

WHY IS THIS SO HARD ROMEO COME ON

WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, ROMEO?

Haha it’s Mettaton except a giant freaking magma golem

GUNPOWDER

Alright I’m ready for some more riDICULOUSLY HARD FIGHT SEQUENCES

DEAR NOTCH AND I THOUGHT WITHERSTORM-TRACTOR-BEAM-CRAFTING WAS STRESSFUL

I know how to make tnt Petra come on

You’re surrounded in fire and lava don’t tell me you’re that clueless Jesse come on

We are not friends Romeo

It’s llunaaa

This entire game is a feels trip bye

Beautiful birch trees

Radar you are so adorable

Poor Radar those are gonna be some hospital-level burns on his feet

“For Fred” -feels incoming-

Romeo really cared about his friends what changed

This honestly makes me so sad

...is Fred still here?

No he can’t be Xara watched him die

This is so sad

Why doesn’t Xara’s frame have anything in it?

...Petra are you okay?

Something seems..wrong

Jesse used to read all the time Jesse’s a fangirl pass it on

Petra? What’s wrong why are you crying?

Okay i understand being really sad about stories about puppies but that’s not what’s wrong

“Puppies just make me really sad, okay?” a girl after my own heart

Petra my baby

Same color as your underwear Jesse

It is freaking important Petra

You are not okay Petra

This music is so beautiful and yet heartbreaking all at once

Red for Romeo

Ooh something happened

We have Xara’s bed now we promised her we’d avenge it and we did

This is the saddest game I’ve ever played

The key to defeating Romeo…?

#potato451?

POTATO

Dear notch so that’s what the potato means

Wow okay Petra where’s all this potato hate coming from what did the potato do to deserve this

Which terminal? The one in the sea temple?

Yeah probably the one in the sea temple...right

This entire episode is just a bundle of feels

I’m crying a little bit this is so sad

I’m sensing some similarities between Romeo and Petra a little bit

Petra I do want to be your friend what are you talking about

I’ll be right by your side Petra

This is the saddest freaking game

This game is so incredible

Oh hey there Xara

I KNOW THAT’S WHAT I SAID BUT NOOOO, THEY COULDN’T LISTEN TO ME

Well...yeah Radar, she used to be an admin so of course she’s sounding admin-ish

(ʘ‿ʘ✿) DO NOT SPEAK OF NURM THAT WAY, XARA

She is acting exactly like Romeo this is a very bad sign

Alright ready to cry again yes I am

Everyone thinks it’s weird Petra

Of course Xara

fuDGING ENDERMAN

NO STOP

I TOLD YOU THE FIREWORKS WERE A BAD- UGH

Nope Radar those are monsters

Yeah Xara you go

RADAR

RADAR STOP WITH THIS “I will not run anymore” GET OUT OF THERE RUN

crap it’s got me

Radar it is an e n d e r m a n of course it doesn’t have any decency

Wow it actually let me go

JACK

Thank you Jack

Hug everyone yeah

More hugs nice

YEAH BINTA

Are Soup and Val coming too

Soup and Val should come too

“Nothing like a little pressure to make building fun” truer words have never been spoken

LET’S GO HOME

WELL OF COURSE IT IS AFTER YOU RADAR YOU KEEP FREAKING LOOKING AT IT

radAR NO-

YES YOU HELPED DEFEAT THAT MAGMA GOLEM BUT YOU CAN’T JUST STAY DOWN HERE

ex-freaking-cuse me?

I can’t just leave him behind

But at the same time I’ve been so loving and supportive of him all along and if I abandoned him now it would be cruel

But I also told Xara “no one gets left behind” and if i leave Radar behind she would just be like “you said ‘no one gets left behind’! If you were going to leave someone behind you should’ve just left Jack and friends behind and not attracted the enderman with that firework in the first place!”

But I also promised the Faithful Friends of Fred ™ that I would get them out and I can’t just go back on that promise

…

...I’ll come back for him right?

Oh dear notch this game

I’ll be back for you Radar

Until then, stay alive

Make them taste your bravery

Radar your arms are tiny

Come on guys

Come on Xara

What about Xara come on Jesse whatever happened to “no one gets left behind”

Hey we’re in the old Order’s temple!

..are we in the old Order’s temple

o h n o

That’s not the old Order’s temple

That is the Order hall in Beacontown

Nice lluna

Oh okay good it is the old Order’s temple

DON’T SPEAK ABOUT RADAR, PETRA

WE’LL GET HIM BACK OKAY

What are those fireworks

Why is the music suddenly really foreboding

Oh no this is probably really bad

wHY ARE THE CLOUDS RED

ROMEO WHAT ARE YOU DOING

No no no no no

Romeo

Romeo I’m going to freaking demolish you

Also where the heck is Xara why hasn’t she come through yet

WHAAT

THAT’S JUST IT?

WHAT

WHY

S T O P T H A T C O M E B A C K H E R E

lukas!!

..Lukas that’s not Jesse

w h a t

how is that the end

come on

Screw this gameeee

I’m gonna actually scream how is that the end

I’m gonna kill Romeo

And w h e r e i s x a r a

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junaeneous · 7 years

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How I Met Your Mother

MEMBER/GROUP: Kim Minseok / Xiumin // EXO

GENRE: fluff, comedy, slight angst

WORD COUNT: 4,063 words (jesus I have no life)

SUMMARY: Minseok leans back in his seat with a grin. “How I met your mother? Well, your mother and I were best friends.” His fifteen year old daughter’s eyes brighten. “You fell in love?” Chuckling, he nodded. “Well, yeah, but there’s a lot more to it. It’s a long story, buckle up, kids.”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: yes, i was watching the show again and yeah this happened okay enjoy :)

look at him he’s so humble and precious and amazing and beautiful and kind-hearted and ethereal dONT SLEEP ON HIM YA FAKES

“HEY DAD, HOW DID YOU AND MOM MEET?”

Minseok sets his newspaper down and looks at his children in surprise. “What?”

“How did you meet Mom? You two are so different, but you’re still so in love. How did that happen?”

He leans back in his seat with a grin. “How I met your mother? Well, your mother and I were best friends.” His fifteen year old daughter’s eyes brighten. “You fell in love?” Chuckling, he nodded. “Well, yeah, but there’s a lot more to it. It’s a long story, buckle up, kids.”

Minseok waits for his daughter to get comfortable on the couch, as his son followed. Once he notices that they’re settled in, he clears his throat to speak. “Your mother and I have known each other since primary. I can’t remember how we became friends, I was a quiet kid and one day there was this loud, mischievous girl by my side and well, I just went with it I guess.”

“Your mother and I have been by the other’s side through everything. First kiss and beyond, breakups, driver’s license, failing tests, not getting into the college we wanted..anything you can think of, she was there. She became a normal part of my life pretty quickly.”

“I don’t have a lot of wild stories like she does, I was very obedient growing up. But like your uncle Baekhyun, your mother was wild. She was reckless and spontaneous, definitely not my type, so I never looked at her that way. Back then, she was never committed, none of her relationships would ever last long. We were so different in so many aspects of our lives that a chance of romance seemed near impossible. Until of course, one night of alcohol and a whole lot of vulnerability screwed it all up.”

“To Minseok, for being the first out of us all to sacrifice his freedom!”

“Shut up, Baekhyun,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes. “Your fear of commitment is showing.”

Baekhyun huffs, sniffling as he takes his seat. “Well excuse me for mourning the loss of my best friend’s sanity as he prepares to cage himself in! I knew he was a hopeless romantic but I never,” he pauses to wipe a tear, “thought he’d sink this low.”

“Ignore Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo chimes in, “we’re extremely happy for you. And very proud. You deserve this, Minseok, and we could not be more excited for you as you walk into a part of your life you’ve been waiting so long for.”

“Thanks, guys,” Minseok smiles. “I’m really happy that I’m getting to spend the night before my wedding with you all. Especially,” his eyes meet yours as he places his hand atop your own, “with the loser who stuck by me for so long.”

“I’m still asking for your gratitude in cash.” You shrug, but secretly squeeze his hand on the table. You don’t know why you’re being so touchy and affectionate with Minseok. You’re usually uncomfortable with emotions and expressing them, but tonight seemed to be an exception. Your best friend, someone who’d been by your side for the longest time, was going to be a married man tomorrow. He was going to have a lovely wife, and a beautiful family.

Why are you so affected by the thought of it?

Not wanting to delve into it, you raise the bottle of beer and down some more, welcoming the taste and the distraction as the chatter around you continues. Chanyeol and Baekhyun are bickering yet again. Jongin is teasing Kyungsoo once again, while Junmyeon, Minseok and Yixing are in deep conversation about something trivial. Sehun and Jongdae are arm wrestling while betting on each other’s plate of burgers, leaving you with your bottle of beer.

And a very suspicious Luna, who narrows her eyes at you as she says, “Why the long face?”

“I’m fine, Sunyoung,” you respond slowly, sighing. Upon your use of her real name, her eyes narrow further. “Okay, you addressing me by my real name definitely means something is wrong.” She grips your arm and tugs you out of your seat, dragging you to the women’s restroom.

“Okay, spill.”

You meet her concerned eyes with poorly veiled emotion. “I don’t know, Luna, I don’t know. Minseok is going to be a married man tomorrow. He’s going to move out of the apartment next to mine and start a family with his wife. I won’t be seeing the one person who’s always been close to me after tomorrow. It’s like,” your voice cracks, “it’s like I’m letting him go for good.”

“Aww sweetheart,” Luna spreads her arms open, “come here.”

You step into her embrace, sighing as she tightens her hold on you. For a brief moment, you shut off your mind and allow yourself to be held, and then you’re pulling away.

“You want my advice? Talk to him. Despite your whole ‘I hate emotions’ thing, you’ve always been able to communicate well. It’s why you two rarely ever fight. Talk to him, honey, hug it out. Or whatever you guys do.”

“I will.”

“Good.” Luna smiles. “Now, chin up and smile. I don’t care how hard it is, you’re not going to be wallowing in sorrow tonight. You are going to celebrate Minseok’s big step and you are going to complain about how crappy beer tastes while you drink it. It’s like any other night. You get me?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Awesome.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“Jesus Christ,” she laughs, “Minseok should get married more often if it means I get the appreciation I deserve.”

At the look on your face, she grins. “Okay, okay, yeah, I love you too, you shithead. I don’t like seeing you sad, so cheer up a little. You’re wild. You’re hot. And no matter what, Minseok will always be your best friend. It’s like the universe would go out of order if anything else happened.”

“Yeah.” Luna doesn’t notice your tone as you two left the restroom to join the big crowd back at the bar.

For the rest of the time at the bar, you push your emotions aside and drink with the others. You win both Sehun’s and Jongdae’s plates of fries. You down two more bottles of beer. You sing along with Chanyeol and Baekhyun as they embarrass Minseok. You flirt with strangers but don’t give them your number, much to Baekhyun’s surprise and disappointment.

And finally, the night comes to an end and Minseok’s arm is around your waist as he tugs you upstairs to your apartment, the familiar scent of his colonge all around you as he waits for the elevator to take you to your floor.

“I can walk on my own, Minseok.” You slur out, hearing him chuckle in response. “Sure you can.”

“I’m serious. I’m completely, utterly, truly sober.”

“Mmhm.”

The elevator chimes as it slides open, allowing Minseok to guide you out and into your apartment. He sets you down on the couch and says, “Sit. I’ll get you some water.”

“I’m fine,” you drawl out, pouting at Minseok when he taps your nose and heads into the kitchen despite your protests. A few glasses of water later, you feel more in control of your body and less dizzy. However, the dam that keeps your emotions under control tires out, prompting you to burst into tears.

Immediately, Minseok is facing you with concern. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t get married.”

“What?”

“Don’t get married, Minseok,” you sob, “aren’t you rushing into this? You’ve only known each other for six months. Don’t you think that’s a little too soon?”

“Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anymore. I don’t think I’m ready to wake up tomorrow and realise that the apartment next door is empty. I don’t think I’m ready to have to drive fifteen minutes after tomorrow to see you. I don’t think I can accept the fact that you’re getting married and on moving on with your life, leaving me behind, I--”

“Stop right there.” He cuts you off sternly. “Do you think this is easy for me? You’ve always been so close to me, Bee. Always. We were neighbours as kids. Neighbours as teenagers. Neighbours in college. Neighbours as adults. No matter what, we were always closeby. It’s hard for me too, knowing that after tomorrow you’re going to be a whole fifteen minutes away, and not my neighbour. It’s hard for me to accept that I won’t be the one saving your ass after a bad date or a terrible hangover because I’ll be with a family of my own. I fucking love you, Bee. You’ve become this part of me that I can’t bear to say goodbye to. I’m not leaving you behind, but I am going to have to draw lines, and it’s killing me too.”

“Then don’t,” you plead, not bothering to wipe your tears away. You take his hands in your own and plead. “Don’t draw lines. Don’t move away. Don’t get married.”

“I’m in love, Bee.” He counters softly. “I love you, but I’m in love with her. She’s the one.”

The lump in your throat tightens as you lower your head, unable to meet his eyes. “Stop calling me Bee,” you sniffle, “we’re adults now. You have to start calling me by my real name.”

“It doesn’t matter how old we get, I’m always going to call you Bee. True to your personality, wild and annoying.”

You still don’t look up at him, unable to control your tears as your chest tightens with the realisation that Minseok is moving on for good and you’re still going to be like this tomorrow. And the day after. He’ll have a wife and you’ll still be blindly searching for someone to fill up the space in your heart. He’ll have kids and you’ll be stumbling out of bars at four a.m, drunk out of your mind with no Minseok to scold you as he takes you back home.

“Bee, look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Please.”

“I can’t, I’m going to bed, I can’t do this--”

Minseok stands with you and tugs your body back into his, wrapping his arms around you as you burst into sobs once again. You are usually not so affected by change, having always been flexible enough to adjust to everything.

But this is Minseok. And everything concerning him brought out all the emotions you despised.

Concern. Affection. Love.

Unable to take it, you pull away and look up at him. Minseok is also teary eyed, his lips trembling. “Goddamnit, why’d you have to make me cry too?”

“I--I’m--”

You don’t get to finish. Minseok’s trembling lips are atop your own, shocking the both of you. You freeze as his arms go around your waist, tugging you closer to his body. Your mind goes blank as your heart picks up pace in sync with his lips, that are urging a response from your own. Hesitantly, you oblige, tiling your head and allowing him to deepen the kiss.

There is a nagging voice at the back of your mind, screaming something important but you ignore it, gripping Minseok’s shirt collar tight as you feel his tears on your cheeks and his sadness on your lips. You had never wondered what kissing him would be like, simply because he wasn’t your type. You two had always been too different to be lovers, but just enough to be friends. That was the shared dynamic. You had never looked at Minseok as anything but a friend. You had never wanted him, wanted to kiss him, hold him, call him the terms of endearment that brought out the adorable shy smiles of his.

But right now, with everything around you screaming at you to pull away, you cling to him, trying to close a distance that did not exist, trying to speak a message with your body in a way you never had before.

There are gasps and whimpers, curse words and soft moans and then Minseok is pulling away, eyes wide in horror as the weight of his actions fall all at once.

“Oh my god, I--I just--”

“No, that did not just happen.” You speak quickly, shame filling you up just as quick as the passion dies down, the screaming voice finally yelling words of common sense. He was getting married. He had a fiancee.

“Bee, what did we just do?”

You two had officially screwed up.

“I can’t believe I’m getting married.” Sunhee breathes, eyes wide. “Am I dreaming? Can someone pinch me?”

Luna laughs, shaking her head at the younger woman. “You’re not dreaming, Sunhee, I promise this is real. Look at you,” she gushes, “you look absolutely gorgeous.”

“Thank you, Lu. Thank you too, Bee.”

You stiffen at that, meeting Sunhee’s nervous gaze. “Is it okay if I call you that? Minseok calls you that all the time, and I understand if it’s a special nickname or something--”

“No,” you force yourself to answer, smiling softly, “no I don’t mind.”

But of course you did.

“Listen, I just want to apologise. I was being really petty about not wanting to invite you to the wedding and I’m sorry. You’re Minseok’s best friend. His childhood friend. It was selfish of me to have wanted to block you from witnessing one of the most important days of his life. I hope you can forgive me.”

“It’s alright,” you tighten your smile, swallowing the lump in your throat as your guilt intensifies, “I understand it must be weird.”

“It shouldn’t be weird,” Sunhee laughs, “you two are so different and not compatible. You’ve said it yourselves! It’s just that when we were first dating, Minseok would drop what we were doing in seconds and run to you if he ever heard about you needing help. I let that cloud my judgment, and that’s not okay.”

You know you’re being punished for your actions. Sunhee’s sudden kindness and maturity is a cruel reminder of a lack of your own. “It’s okay, Sunhee. What matters most is that you’re here today, marrying that dork. Seriously, he’s been dreaming of this day for so long, with someone exactly like you. I’m happy for you two.”

But you weren’t.

“Thank you. It means a lot to me, and I know for sure, to Minseok, that you’re here. I’m going to go do some final check ups, okay? Thanks once again for understanding, Bee.”

You nod, waiting until she leaves to face Luna, who’s frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

“Am I the only one who noticed the weird look in her eyes when you spoke about Minseok marrying her?”

“What weird look?”

“Okay, guess I’m the only one. I don’t know how to describe it, but it was a very weird look. Not one I’d expect a bride to have on her wedding day.”

There’s a moment’s silence.

“She didn’t go to do some final check ups, did she?”

Luna’s expression grows heavy. “Get to Minseok, now.”

Dear Minseok,

I didn’t think I’d be the kind of person to write you a letter instead of telling you up front, but I couldn’t bear to see the look on your face. I know I’ll end up making a decision I’ll regret if I see your face.

I want to start off by saying I love you. So damn much. You’re so easy to love. You’re kind, gentle, caring, calculated and mature. You’re patient and understanding, and you have the biggest heart that this world does not deserve.

That I don’t deserve.

I want to blame Bee. I want to say that it’s her fault. That you’re so close, too close for comfort. That when you run to her aid it feels like you’re leaving me behind. That when she’s around, it feels like I’m the best friend and she’s the girlfriend. I want to throw her under the bus and blame her, but that’s not me. None of this is Bee’s fault. It was never Bee’s fault.

It’s mine.

A month before you proposed, you told me that your first impression of me was cold. Unwilling to trust. You told me that you were terrified to approach me but did so anyway, because something in you told you that it was right.

That very night, I was planning to get someone else back. I was dressed up because it was his favourite look on me. I was drinking because otherwise I would never have had the courage. I was planning on running back into his arms, but you caught me instead.

I told myself that you were the second chance I’d been begging for.

For the months that we dated, it felt to me like you were giving your all into this relationship, and I was the one taking. You never noticed that I wasn’t giving anything in return, and selfishly, I was okay with it. I told myself I could learn to love you. To be in love with you.

When you proposed, it felt like I was. I forgot about my guilt, I forgot about him, and the world seemed to make sense. I was in love with you. I’d finally done it.

But then, I saw his face instead of yours, and everything went crashing down again.

I love you, Minseok. You’re the purest soul to walk this earth, someone who, even if for a short while, settled my heart and showed me peace. I love you. I will always love you. No matter what, a part of me will always love you and care for you.

But I can’t give you my heart the way you gave me yours, because he’s holding it.

And I don’t want to take it back.

I’m the scum of the earth. I’m a horrible person for doing this to you, for taking it this far and running away, for breaking your heart and ruining your dreams. I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you the way I did.

But, I think it would have been a greater sin to have let you call me your wife, when I didn’t think of you as my husband.

I’m sorry. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry.

-Sunhee

You’ve seen Minseok fall apart several times. When his mom fell sick. When he watched Marley and Me. When you woke up in a hospital and found him sobbing next to you, clutching your hand. When he thought he’d been rejected by his dream university. When he’d wanted to buy a car for his younger sister but failed because of his poor financial situation. You’ve seen him break down and cry, you’ve seen him scream and shout.

But you have never seen him breaking apart like this. Clutching the letter in his hands, trembling, with no tears as he stares straight ahead, not making a single sound.

It takes you a second to realise he’s not breathing.

“Minseok.”

No response. You sit next to him. “Minseok, please.”

You wrap around arms around him. “Breathe, Minseok. Come on. Hey, Minnie,” you plead softly, “breathe.”

And then he’s holding you tight as he cries, blaming himself, loathing himself, and you can only sit there and hold him, mumbling incoherent nonsense as he falls apart over and over, with you unable to fix him.

“Do you know her address?”

“Shut up, Baekhyun, it’s been two years.” Under your breath, you added, “if she’s smart, she’s probably moved away.” No one else hears but Sehun, who grins at you in response.

“I can’t believe it’s been two years since he got left at the altar,” Jongdae sighs, “god I’m so happy he’s doing better.”

It had been tough indeed. For the first few weeks, Minseok refused to leave his room. He ate very little and slept a lot. His hair grew out and he was sporting some strong stubble. He would barely speak and would often wake up in cold sweat. With the support of the ones around him, and a good amount of dragging him out to do the things he’d loved to do, he began breaking out of his grief. Six months later, he was getting back into his old habits. Waking up early in the morning to go jogging. Making breakfast for you two. Bringing in takeout on Tuesdays. Nine months in, he was cracking jokes. He could talk about Sunhee without breaking down. A whole year in, he was back to his old self, and everyone could finally breathe in relief.

As if sharing the same thought, everyone sounds their agreement. “It was tough to pull him out,” Luna raises her bottle, “but we did it. Actually, you did it.” She shoots you a small smile. “So cheers to Bee.”

“Cheers to Bee!”

“Thanks, guys.” You raise your bottle to theirs and take a sip. “Where is Minseok anyway? He should be here by now.”

“Must be traffic, you know how it gets on New Year’s.”

“What’s wrong? You miss your boyfriend that much?” You turn to glare at Baekhyun. “He’s not my boyfriend, Baek, shut up.” At this, the smaller scoffs. “Please, what is he then? You two live together. Go to work together. He’s the only one who’s gotten the hang of calming you down when your anxiety strikes, not to mention, you respond best to his voice when you zone out and we try to regain your attention. You two don’t tease each other or bicker as often. Admit it, something’s changed.”

“We don’t want to label it, okay? Now zip it, he’s here.”

But of course, that was never Baekhyun’s style.

Later that night, as everyone began saying their goodbyes, Baekhyun stayed back until it was just the three of you. Then, he spoke.

“You two are in love.”

“Baekhyun, what the hell--”

“Oh my god shut the fuck up--”

“Listen to me first, I need to make my point.” When you two go silent, he lets out a hum of approval. “Thank you. Now as I was saying. You’re in love. It’s really fucking obvious, you’ve gotten into a familiar rhythm with each other in a way that isn’t platonic. Minseok, you’re giving her an awful lot of forehead kisses, and those are only girlfriend privileges when it comes to you. You’re a whole lot touchier too, do you think I don’t see the hickies? You wild animals! Not to mention--”

“Okay, we get it.” Minseok cuts him off. “Maybe we’re doing all of the relationship things without having officially called it a relationship.”

“What’re you waiting for? Bee?”

You turn to look at Minseok. What were you waiting for. “I guess it was a silent agreement between us? I mean we both know what we’re doing is--”

“--boyfriend girlfriend stuff yeah,” Minseok completes. “But I guess there’s a need to make it official, huh?”

“Obviously!” Baekhyun snorts. “If there were no labels, do you think I’d have a problem with commitment? Absolutely not!”

You chuckle, shaking your head at your friend.

“Bee, should we label this? Publically?”

You laugh, nodding.

“Hell yeah.”

“And that day kids, was when your mother and I made--”

“Okay, ew, I don’t want to know!” Minseok’s daughter groans, covering her ears immediately. His son yelps, grabbing the pillow in fear. “Dad, no!”

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “I’ll spare you the details. But yeah, that’s how your mother and I ended up like this. We decided to accept the fact that we’re different, and gave it a shot. Guess it worked out.”

“Do you think you could have married Sunhee if she hadn’t been in love with someone else?”

At this, you pop your head out from the kitchen and yell, “Ooh, now I’m interested to hear this!”

Minseok grins. “Hmm. I would have married Sunhee, of course, but I know I still would’ve gravitated back to your mother. She’s just become a part of me I can’t live without.”

“I know you’re only getting this sappy because you broke my laptop charger!”

“Ooh,” his daughter drawls, “you’re in trouble.”

“And that kids,” Minseok raises his voice, “was how I met your beautiful, amazing, smart, hysterical mother! Isn’t she just stunning?”

Inside the kitchen, you shake your head, laughing as you eye the picture of you two at your old apartment, where he’d proposed.

You were glad things had worked out this way.

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could you write a little tiny(or super long-i dont mind) ficlet about one of Jon and Tish's snug harbor kinda sorta dates from before they started dating. maybe a little funny one or maybe one of them does something that makes the other fall a little harder.. prettyy please??

Tish learned to dance standing on Papa’s shoes.

On nights when he and Maman shared a bottle of wine with dinner, Maman would tug him to his feet and command the speaker, “Jouez-nous Louis Prima, s’il vous plaît!” She grinned at Papa and twined his arm around her waist. “Ce soir, nous avons besoin de Louis, ne penses-tu pas?”

Playful as he was in those days, Papa dipped her dramatically and then started to spin her across the floor. Tish knelt backwards in her chair to watch, until, laughing, Maman invited her to cut in.

“No shoes, no shoes!” Papa protested, because he knew little Laetitia thought he sounded funnier in English. “Take them off before you stand on me.”

Giggling, she plopped onto the floor and unbuckled her scuffed pink sandals.

“All right,” Papa said when she stepped barefoot onto his loafers and took his hands. “You know how to be Ginger Rogers?”

She shook her head.

“You do everything I do, but backwards. And here we go!”

There were other nights when Maman finished that bottle alone, and after she died there was no more dancing. But Louis Prima was no less real for that.

Tish has not thought of it in years.

Between sets at Snug Harbor, Jonathan Queen sinks stiffly onto the bench seat along the wall and stretches out his bad leg. One second he grimaces in pain, and the next he smiles up at her. “So where’d you learn to do this?”

“Dance?” She takes a seat next to him, because it seems more polite than hovering. “I did theater in high school, and you learn all kinds of things for shows. Cinderella is the reason I can waltz.”

“You can waltz?” He looks her over in a way she’s not sure she likes, and he goes back to rolling his ankle. “Of course you can waltz.”

Tish draws herself up to take offense, but then she realizes that the smirk is really more of a fond smile. Instead she says, “Are you in pain?”

“It’s just muscle cramps.” He props his ankle on his knee, digs his fingers into his calf, and starts working his way down toward his Achilles’ tendon. “They rub right out.”

She feels a sudden and inexplicable urge to do it for him, so strong that she actually leans forward. Then reality reasserts itself, and she freezes at the edge of the bench seat.

There is nothing strange or inappropriate about wanting to take care of him. He has risked his life protecting her more than once, and all she has given him in return are a few mugs of sweet steamed milk. It would absolutely be strange and inappropriate to kneel at his feet on the dirty barroom floor and work her hands up his calf. Dear Lord, please don’t let him see her burning cheeks in the dim light.

“Time for their next set,” Jon says, eyes on the band as they take the stage again. “You want to go again?”

After two songs, it is clear that the muscle cramps have not rubbed right out. His rhythm falters, and though it would probably be unnoticeable to a casual observer, Tish nearly falls out of step with him. Compensating for an injury is hard on the rest of the body; in the brief moment that her arm loops around him for an open position, she can feel the sweat at the small of his back.

“I’m a little bored with this song, to be honest,” she says, the next time he pulls her into closed. “Do you mind if we sit down for a bit?”

“Sure. You want another drink?”

“I think I would. But excuse me for a minute first.”

In the restroom mirror, she dabs sweat from her neck and pins a few loose curls back into place.

When she suggested dancing as physical therapy, she did not think it through much farther than, “We’ll spend an hour goofing off to innocent sixties pop.” She failed to imagine the breadth of Jon’s hand on her shoulder blade. She did not anticipate the smell of his soap or the roughness of his fingers. She swallowed hard the first time she stepped in close and found herself eye level with his buttons.

He once collapsed from blood loss right into her arms, and her attempt to catch him quickly devolved into a controlled descent to the floor. She should have remembered his sheer size, at least.

She pulls a tube of lipstick from the pocket hidden in the folds of her skirt, and she reapplies. War paint, as Jon called it. British Red always steadies her nerves.

She has danced with co-stars who grabbed her by the inner thighs for lifts, or who bent her back dramatically for stage kisses. There is really no need to be so adolescent about Jon Queen’s calluses.

She returns to find him flirting unsubtly with the older woman on the barstool next to him, who seems more amused than interested. As Tish comes within earshot, the woman snorts into a laugh too undignified to be anything but genuine.

Jon seems to count that as a win by itself - just charming someone for a few minutes. It’s an interesting side of him. Brash, loudmouthed Jonathan Queen has at least some small part of him that looks very young and very earnest and says, “Like me, like me, like me.”

“Oh, there you are,” he says, pulling out the barstool for her. “Morgan, this is my friend Tish.”

“Hey, there,” Morgan says with a broad, knowing sort of smile. “I was just telling him he should think about letting you lead. You might teach him a thing or two.”

It is a familiar joke. The conversation will go flat as day-old Coke if Tish tries to explain that leading and following are very different skill sets, that she can’t break with her left foot anyway, and that she wouldn’t have the first idea what to do with a Jon prepared to move on her say-so. Instead she says, “What makes you think I haven’t been?”

Morgan pats Jon on the shoulder. “Oh, you watch yourself with this one, honey.” She gets to her feet, and she raises her drink to someone across the room. “It was nice to meet y’all. Take care.”

Tish takes the seat Jon saved for her, where a beautiful cocktail already stands gleaming with condensation. A candied orange slice floats in it, dusted with cinnamon. She has had two already, and this one is likely to make her silly.

“I stole a few sips,” Jon confesses. “It was just as good as it looked.”

It is the kind of thing he does to his sister - assuming the right to drink from her glass and eat from her plate. Tish gestures to the Collins glass in his hand, bristling with mint. “Then let me try. Fair is fair.”

It is what Abby would say.

Jon looks prepared to laugh when Tish takes a sip, so she braces herself for something bitter and horrible. Instead - “I can’t even taste the alcohol.”

“That’s because there is none,” he says, taking it back. “I’m driving you home, remember?”

This is a perfectly sensible answer, and there is no reason to melt over it. He has every incentive to drive sober regardless of whether she is in the car with him, and this bare minimum of adult responsibility is not for her benefit.

“It was my father who taught me to follow a lead,” she says before she can stop herself. “As soon as I was tall enough.”

Jon’s expression freezes, and then he very deliberately shifts toward her on his barstool. “It’s, um. It’s hard to picture him doing that.”

It is not difficult to imagine, had events played out two degrees off-angle from their actual course, that Jon might have shot Papa. It is not difficult to imagine taking him dancing and wanting to rub his sore muscles anyway. “I don’t mean to convince you that he was a good man, but he wasn’t always… what he became. There was a time before Maman died when he could be very - there was a time when he let me dance standing on his shoes.”

Jon nods for her to go on, though he cannot quite smooth away his opinion of Abel Cuvier. His jaw, his fist - something always clenches resentfully when Papa is mentioned.

“I think he liked the idea that I might grow up to be a dancer. He was always generous about lessons and shoes and costumes, and the one recital he was able to attend was some of the most lavish praise I ever heard from him.”

The line between Jon’s eyebrows softens. “Yeah? What’d he say?”

Maman beamed in the front seat on the way home, just listening to Papa’s glowing review. “He called me a little swan, and he couldn’t wait to see me en pointe.”

“With the toe shoes, you mean?”

Tish nods. “He didn’t get his wish, in the end.”

“What happened?”

How to put this delicately? “Oh, adolescence. It became pretty clear that I was not going to have the ideal ballet body type.” She hesitates, and then she tells him the other, more honest half of that story. “I might have stuck with it anyway, but then Maman died, and I lost interest.”

The line between Jon’s eyebrows has reappeared and deepened, but she feels no judgment in it this time. “I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” she says, so quietly that the band must drown it out.

“If it’s any consolation, random strangers in bars still think you’re hot shit,” Jon goes on. “That woman who was here a minute ago asked me if you dance professionally.”

Tish laughs. “No, she didn’t.”

“Swear to God.”

“Then she must not have seen many professional dancers.” But she can feel herself glow with the compliment, so she lifts her glass to hide a smile in another sip.

No one would describe Jon as sensitive, but it is surprisingly easy to tell him things. She has trusted him with her safety since the mask came off, and now, time and again, in small ways, she finds she can trust him with the things that are most difficult to explain. If she were just a little drunker, she might even tell him that sometimes she misses Papa.

“Hey, are you hungry?” Jon says, pushing his half-empty glass away. “I don’t mean for bar food. You want to go to Sukho Thai?”

They ate dinner at his parents’ house just a couple hours ago, but if he needs another meal to satisfy his staggering caloric requirements, she’s happy to tag along. “I could be in the mood for a spring roll.”

Somewhere in the middle of sipping jasmine tea and watching Jon ruthlessly hunt down a stray noodle, it occurs to Tish that this entire evening - drinks, dancing, dinner - strongly resembles a date. Had Jon flirted with her instead of a stranger on the barstool next to him, then there would be no other interpretation.

“Best physical therapy ever,” Jon announces, leaning back in his chair. “I’m going to fire that torture technician with the exercise ball.”

Tish casts her eyes down and sets her teacup aside. Had this been a date, it would be in her all-time top five.

“You all right?”

“One drink too many,” she says quietly. “I think they’re catching up to me.”

He chuckles and pushes his plate toward her. “All right, lightweight. Have some carbs and finish that water.” And he starts glancing around for the server.

When Jon drops her off in front of her apartment building a little after midnight, she leans across the center console to kiss his cheek. “Thank you so much.”

His smile looks a little bemused. “Yeah, of course. You want to do this again next Friday? It’s Eighties Night.”

No, she does not want to go on not-a-date with Jonathan Queen again in a week. Yes, she wants him to hold her comfortably in closed position again, and she wants his hands to move her through a spin, and she wants him to smile at her just like this. Her imagination shies away from what comes after that.

Nothing needs to come after that. After all, it is only dancing.

“Next Friday,” she agrees.

She glances back on her way to her front door, and she catches a glimpse of him rubbing absently at her lipstick print on his cheek.

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