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jackhues · 1 year

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(mockingbird au!) lucky - platonic!quinn hughes

request: hi obsessed with the mockingbird! au- *please ignore if you’re uncomfortable i 100% get it* but what about calling quinn after a *small* car accident like barely hurt if at all but jack isn’t around or not answering so reader goes to quinn? loving your writing!

requested by: anon : )

notes: so, i tweaked this a little bit, but it turned out pretty good. tbh, dk how i feel about the ending, but like it's cute. continue sending in requests for the au! check out the request rules below! thanks for requesting <3

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warnings: mentions of accident, swearing

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you shouldn’t have sold your car so quickly.

after the incident where it broke down on the way home, you finally gave in and allowed the boys to sell it. not surprisingly, no one wanted it, and you ended up giving it in for scrap metal.

you didn’t go out to buy another car yet, but you still had places to go. jack and quinn were more than okay with you using either of their cars whenever you needed to. with having your choice of any of the boys’ cars, you weren’t necessarily in a rush to get a new one.

you were on your way back from the grocery store in quinn’s car, turning out of the parking lot, when another car came from nowhere.

you swerved on instinct, causing the car that would’ve otherwise rammed you head on to take out the driver side mirror. your foot slammed on the brakes, the car stopping right before you hit a tree.

“holy shit,” you muttered, your brain scattered as you tried to think about what to do.

there was debris on the road, from the car that almost ran into you and your destroyed side mirror.

well… quinn’s destroyed side mirror.

“oh shit,” you muttered again, this time with a sense of fear.

quinn won’t be mad, you tried to tell yourself. even though you knew the hughes, you couldn’t calm your racing heart. a sense of deep rooted fear made you not want to call anyone.

slowly, you reversed, and parked the car at the side of the road. the one that had hit you drove off already.

with shaky fingers, you dialled jack’s numbers. it rang once, twice, thrice… before going to voicemail.

“no, no, no,” you muttered, calling him up again.

and again, it went to voicemail.

tears fell down your face, frustration from the entire event. you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down. assuring yourself that quinn would be fine, you dialled his number.

“hello?” he picked up on the second ring.

“hi,” your voice was small.

“hello?” quinn repeated again, unable to hear you clearly. “y/n, is that you?”

“yeah it’s me,” you confirmed. “i’m - i’m at the grocery store, well i’m in the parking lot. i was - i was leaving when some car - uhh…”

“y/n, what happened? you okay?” quinn asked, the noise from the background on his end disappearing. “what happened with the car?”

“someone took out your driver side mirror,” you told him. “i was - i tried to swerve, but they were coming head on, and i couldn’t get the whole car out of the way, and-”

“y/n, breathe,” quinn’s voice cut through, calm and steady. “i don’t care about the car, you know that. are you okay?”

you took a steadying breath, forcing yourself to calm down. this was not your dad. quinn was better than him. he and the hughes were everything your dad - your family - should’ve been.

“shaken up, i guess,” you answered. “but i’m fine. the car’s missing a side mirror, so i can’t drive home like this. and there’s some debris on the road.”

“okay, i’m coming to get you. send me your location. did you see the other car?” he asked.

you sent your location, and answered, “it was a dark blue minivan. i didn’t see anything else. it happened too fast.”

“hey, that’s okay. it’s okay,” he repeated on the other end of the line. “i’m on my way. don’t worry about it. did you call jack?”

“i tried, but it went to voicemail,” you admitted. “he’s probably still at the beach with the boys.”

the two of you stayed on the line until quinn pulled up, parking next to you.

“you alright?” was the first thing he asked as he helped you out of the car.

“i’m fine,” you promised. “your car isn’t though.”

“don’t worry about that,” he shrugged it off. “it happens. i’ll get it fixed later. for now, let’s go home. i’ve already called a tow company for the car and debris. they’ll take care of it.”

you thanked quinn, taking your groceries out of the car and placing them in quinn’s other car. on the ride back home, your phone rang.

“hello,” you picked it up.

“what’s wrong?” jack sounded frantic.

“what?” you asked, a little confused. there was no way jack had known about the little accident. there was no reason for him to be so concerned.

“you called me five times,” he sounded out of breath. “five times in a row. i didn’t hear because i was out in the water, and my phone was on the beach, but you don’t - you don’t call like that. what happened? are you okay?”

“i’m fine, jack. i promise,” you told him.

quinn made an ‘o’ face as he realized who you were talking to.

“i just got into a little accident,” you continued.

“accident?” jack asked. if anything, he sounded more worried than before.

“it’s fine, i’m fine,” you said quickly. “some car just took out one of the side mirrors. i swerved out of the way, i’m fine. i’m with quinn right now, i’m coming home.”

“you’re alright though?” he asked, still sounding a little uneasy.

“promise,” you assured him. “i’m alright.”

“can you pass the phone to quinn real quick?” he asked.

you gave it over to quinn, watching out the window as quinn assured his younger brother that everything was indeed fine. you and jack were alike in that sense. the two of you found comfort in quinn, and the way he manages to handle tough situations. or maybe quinn was good at comforting you two.

quinn handed you back your phone as the two of you pulled into the street. you tilted your head as you saw jack standing in the driveway in swim shorts, his hair tousled, and looking like he just ran a marathon.

“did he run home from the beach?” you asked incredulously.

quinn managed a laugh, “to be fair, the beach isn’t too far from here.”

you shook your head to yourself, opening the car door once quinn parked.

“go calm him down before he explodes from nerves,” quinn motioned towards his younger brother before you stepped out of the car. “i’ll get the groceries.”

“thanks, q.”

jack pulled you into his arms the second your feet hit the ground. you were surrounded by the smell of the lake he’d spent his entire morning at, the sand from his body rubbing off on yours… you weren’t mad about it, though.

you understood what jack went through, those moments of fear. for a second, you thought you were going to be the one that was gonna get hit and not the side mirror.

you wrapped your arms around jack’s neck, pulling him closer, letting him hold you and assure himself that you’re real and you’re okay.

"you're okay?" he whispered, as if speaking any louder would break you.

"i'm not hurt," you told him. "just a little shaken."

looking over jack's shoulder, you met quinn's eye. he held the house door open with his foot, hopping around a bit, as he carried the groceries in his hands.

with jack's arms around you, and the memory of quinn dropping everything to get you (for the second time in a few weeks), you’d never felt more lucky than you did in that moment.

having jack and quinn was more than you ever thought you’d deserved. having both of them look out for you the way they did was worth everything.

you could take the randos hating on you for dating jack, or your birthday passing without even a phone call from your family if it meant you got quinn and jack at the end of it.

“thank you,” you whispered into jack’s hair, hoping to convey every emotion you were feeling.

he only held you closer.

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soonhoonsol · 4 months

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gifmaker / cc wrapped 2023

hehe... i was tagged by @jinniebit 💖 @simleez 💖 @seokmingming 💖 @irlvernon 💖 @honeydewtual 💖 here and by @yunwooz 💖 and @jeongyunho99 💖 on my sideblog (thank you all!! 🤧❤️)

i'm gonna do this with posts from all 3 of my blogs because i was inactive most of the year and made a collective total of 50 posts...

but anyways! let's go 🍉

JANUARY - MARCH (nothing... nada... zero posts)

APRIL top + favourite - soonhoonsol x vogue

MAY top - woozi // super mv favourite - dino // super mv

JUNE - AUGUST (again nothing oopsy daisy)

SEPTEMBER top - seonghwa // the ring (in singapore!!!! losing my mind!!) favourite - breathtaking wooyoung | wooyoung x elle singapore

(everything here was in singapore i was too excited i'm sorry 🫣)

OCTOBER top - woozi // god of music mv favourite - san x tfma | seungkwan // hot facecam | woohwa!! | wonwoo guessing genius | gose out of context (dk edition)

NOVEMBER top - oreo wooyoung // bouncy favourite - emergency wooyoung | arriba seonghwa | dino // wait mv

DECEMBER top - seonghwa // crazy form making film favourite - catboy wooyoung | seonghwa x dispatch (recoloured)

i wish i had more time to gif but alas... 2023 was a whole rollercoaster of work and school and heartbreak and everything was kinda overwhelming so i stopped coming to tumblr for a while... but i'm SO glad to be back because giffing really give me so much joy 🥰 here's hoping i can gif more in 2024 hehe

tagging: @xuseokgyu @5racha @woozi @woozis @strhwaberries @sunghanbin @booskwan and anyone else who hasn't done this yet 😅😅

#tagged #my lovely moot <3 #hi anna!! 🖤#hi monet!! 🖌️#hi jenn!! 🍪#hi max!! 🪩#hi rhi!! 🍠#hi luna!! 💫#hi hanaa!! 🐕#this was so fun to do heheh even tho i didn't make that many posts #not me being a very evident wooyoung stan here hmm 🤧

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tiny-tigers · 2 years

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Sleepover!

F/M/K:

Toby/George/Jack - I probably gave you that last time, but it might be a different answer? Also an excuse to use some of your lovely gifs!

Freddie/Ollie C/DK

Top five grounds you would like to visit

Top five cities/towns you would like to visit

How do you rate Leicester’s chances for 2022-23?

Did you know it is only two months and two days until I SEE YOU AGAIN?!?!?!!!!! <3

Ooooh all this just for me?? *knuckles cracks* hehehhehehe ☆♡☆ thank you ☆♡☆

1) you are enjoying the multiple deaths of George aren't you ? Is it some kind of reversed psychology to like him more and save him from all his injuries? My logic is the man is broken he has been send back home in a puzzle box , I am doing him a favor if he is in real pain. If I can't have him no one can. George has to die.

R.I.P George Thomas Ford 1993-2022 A Brother - A Son- A legend- A not yet husband after all

Palmarès of injuries so far around 2021-2022 head×2 + Achilles + arm + tapped fingers +...

George Ford currently :

But on the other hand what about a Roméo and juliet end for J and I ? No one else would have the privilege to be around his arms and I would be the last taste on his lips ? Naaaaah he is more fun alive.

To be Madam van Poortvliet = ✨The dream✨ but when I have met him I have felt like being his friend would have make anyone the happiest person in the world because he cares so deeply and just being at his contact fill you with joy and softness. It would have been more than enough to be just his friend because I wouldn't deal with my own jealousy or all the parties so let's say for once f*ck and let him be 🎉my best shag of the entire universe🎉 also because I would be depressed to live the farm life when he retires. We would be wrong together at one point.. He deserves better wifey material.

Mary Toby and enjoy the retirement life ♡

He is just an older version of J after all and he does perfect "scrumblette" the scrumble eggs omelet.

2) Marry Freddie because his voice put me to sleep in a minute and I need that ! Terribly need it.

Kill DK but ... ok I thought about it with Nora who obviously want to save her DK and would kill Fredda in a minute. Which one would be worse for JvP as a treason? My idea was that to cheat on J would be more of an active decision if you had to leave the house and get to DK than to just oops wrong room ... In the night all the gingers are blonde and tiny I don't know. .. a lot of alcohol and voilà. But since I am married to Fred now it's an active decision to go to cam-ollie-jvp house in notts ... So I might just kill DK because he is such a nuisance in such a small appartment and we need extra room. He also doesn't inspire any love from me....

With extrEmee disgust sorry Ollie but you are REALLY NOT my type and vice versa I am sure so I don't know in which scenario this happen because we would be disgusted the next morning of each others but f*ck ollie. 🤔 also I am quite curious about gingers downstairs but .... nevermind. You didn't read that. YOU COULDN'T GIVE CAM ISN'T !? 😭😬😠WOULD HAVE BEEN EASIER

3) Twickenham 🏟 the Rec ⭕ Stade Ernest-Wallon ⚫🔴 Cardiff arms park 👑 Aj Bell ♡

4) easy... I have already planned Oxford and Hungary ( to see Paks and Budapest and hometown of Nora ) and Poortvliet in the Netherlands so ....

COLBY ♡ but Norfolk in general they have a seahenge ! And I want to see Holkham beach / North walsham / the barn / and all the reco I have noted

Vienna or Praha it's on the European tour people usually do and I didn't saw those 2 😭 and to change from U.K

York I passed by train during my trip in scotland and it looked absolutely stunning + all the history !

Crete for obvious reason 🏛♉🐃🏺🎯

The rest isn't destinations but more things I want to visit in one town or country like witchcraft museum in island / one bridge in sommerset that was the location of never let me go / the tombstone of Keats in Rome / one labyrinth in wales / the fairy tales museum in Chypra / the Keats museum in London / ruins in Delphi / some castles ...

5) I rate our chances very low like ..we are gonna end something like 5th or 4th and we will fall before semi final at the end of the season. Not because we have lost George ( his form will never be the same anyway, sorry we have broken your new toy) but we will lack cohesion we have buildt on this team so well that we have created a good bunch of internationals but we have something like 14 departures this year and more to come. We have to adapt to all the new style of players coming in and the lack of our best elements away for England duties which not to brag are : a lot . Exeter / Sale / Sara.. (don't talk about them) ..Saints ! / Gloucester / and even London irish and wasps will be hard for us this year!!! Mid-table can always be a surprise so 👀 at Bristol too. Maybe bath will have the mojo back ? Also we might lose Fred for Exeter at the end of 2023 and ben youngs sorry GUYS but he isn't immortal !!! LET HIM GO. Ffs. Keep wiggy as he is a prem lucky charm but let Lenny go. We have so many scrum halves (we had FIVE ! We still have 4 who needs that much scrum halves except myself) and not any good young blood for some positions. So many problems will happen with who is going as well... It's a mess honestly Nat' . A giant bloody mess. So, low... Very low expectations we have experienced the loooows even lower than Bath and the high omg the high. So you can't expect me to believe in my team. One people before 2022 said : since Toby left we never won a cup. And they were right so I am still savouring George departure on such a brillant high, that was perfect except for injury. Saracens heads and all. And nothing really matters more I Will be ok with mid table.So right now I am just hoping for more (co)captain JvP.

#ask #thank you for the message ♡#sorry for the loooong delay #hope it was worth the wait #love you so so much 🍄

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macperalta · 2 years

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#my three brain cells

#euphoria #euphoriaedit #dailyeuphoria #dailyhbo #cinemapix #userlix #dailyflicks #userstream #useryusi #userconstance #userjustine #usertvfilm #userbbelcher #usermaya #userdre #blood tw #mine #dk if anyone giffed this yet #but im living for this entire exchange

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diamondedqe · 5 years

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0 exp gained!

#seventeen #dk #svtcreations #svtgifs #holly.gifs #i spent too long on this idk if its as funny as i thought it was anymore #ALSO THE SECOND GIF IS A GIF I PROMISE HE JUST WASNT MOVING GHSDFJSDF #and i know in the 3rd one that red doesn't have a 'click' animation i just wanted to make it V E R Y clear #anyways i thought this was hilarious idk if anyone made this set yet but its so funnydsgfhsdf ill post it anyways #also i ran these through clean and i rly like how they turned out !!#i was gonna use denoise but why make a long process longer tbh #anyways hope someone likes these sdghfjsdf

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najeeharris · 4 years

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DK Metcalf’s eye black game is strong ⚡️⚡️

#this isnt even my team but i do love #this one goes out to emma 😘#also if anyone actually cares or is wondering #yes i have steelers gifs from last game in the making #theyre just not posted yet cause i was at that game lol and i havent had enough time to make them yet #anyways yeah we stan and love dk #dk metcalf #seattle seahawks #football #mine #my gifs

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incelkai · 7 years

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kyungsoo’s tummy is literally here bitch

#a nice pallet cleanser after jongin flashed his tiddies 100 times #I didn't see anyone make a gif of this yet lmao #kyungsoo #dks #soft

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woozi · 3 years

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Um this might be annoying but your descriptions on that mutuals as svt members was so wholesome! So I thought if you could name your mutuals and say what you like abt them? Your favorite thing about them kinda? Idk I thought it was cute but you don't have to do it if you don't want to ! 💚💚💚

i went through my following list and i think these are all of my carat mutuals/friends <3 i only included those who i'm mutuals with here on this blog, but with that in mind i hope i included the right people/and all of you! if not, i may have gotten confused with your main and sideblogs. :/ i divided this into 4 sections (because that's how i think of them in my head, lol). so, without further ado, here they are in the order of my following list (from the most recent):

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@leechaerok (mirelle) - mi!! i love how you are always striving to be positive and that this is something you share and extend to other people! you literally remind me of sunshine and i hope that only good things are coming ur way. ily!!

@ohoshi (cora) - cora my naughty (IN A PLAYFUL WAY) friend <3 cora's really fun to talk to and she keeps you on your toes. idk why i didn't follow her earlier (i didnt know i wasn't following her jsdjkdsjsdk). extremely talented!! also love the upbeat vibe.

@soonyoungs (cara) - same with cora, i've been seeing cara around but never got to interact with her until recently! i love how versatile cara is and how she always always always appreciates even the little things. 10/10 would let her visit my home again <3

@wrongnanab (aya) - i get mom/older sister friend vibes from aya and i think it suits her a lot. she’s also not afraid of reaching out and i love that sm about her!! i relate to her a lot and i love how she’s always there.

@junhaoshua (e) - something interesting always comes up every time i speak to e! i also love her initiative and how well she manages her time. she’s really passionate about the things she likes and i love how she can get people to be interested in them too!

@choibeomgyus (kale) - kale has excellent taste! i love her aes so much. <3 her work is particularly right up my alley and i just love how clean looking they are. kale’s also such a sweet friend, and she’s not shy about showing affection. i love her sm!!

@dokyom (izy) - izy’s one of the first carats i first followed when i got into caratblr and i’m so glad to have made that decision! her work always wows me and although we haven’t talked much, she’s one of the people i always look out for in here.

@seohoshi (nele) - nele, my mutual at heart. <3 the way we became mutuals is so funny and memorable to me, and i can’t say that about most people! i really like the way nele presents herself as well. she can have fun while still being collected, which i find really interesting. i think she’s someone who brings stability, but i can’t really explain why i get that from her. <3

@art-hao (carrie) - goddess on earth. so elegant. a literal virgo. i love how carrie doesn’t want to be too invested in one single thing. that being said, she’s multitalented, yet is skilled in each of the fields she’s venturing in. she also speaks what’s on her mind, and i admire that a lot. what can’t this woman do :/

@svtreasure (kate) - kate is one of the first people i got to talk to here on caratblr! and although she’s not on here that much, i always look forward to seeing her. i feel like i have to protect her like a younger sibling <3

@uriboogyu (lee) - lee definitely has feisty younger sibling vibes which i think is so cute! like carrie and e, she’s not afraid of saying what’s on her mind. lee is also such a go-getter! the future is very bright for this one <3

@smallkore (kore) - i remember first talking to kore after she tagged all 3 of my active blogs in one post, and i thought it was kind of funny <3 kore is super talented and entertaining! i also think she’s super interesting, and i love her strange picture collection. <3

@rq-s (katrina) - katrina is also one of the first few people who i interacted with here on caratblr! she is so supportive and always has a nice word for everyone. even though she isn’t here much, i always like seeing her around <3

@boosbin (isa) - iconic. legend. will kick your ass. my beloved <3 isa is SUPER talented and she never fails to amaze me. she’s also very relatable and is super fun to talk to! idk i’m just really fond of isa lol

@dk-s (zay) - i love zay’s sense of style and her overall aesthetic! she also is really smart and gets really invested in her interests. i love her dedication and initiative!

@scoupsy (dreamy) - dreamy and i haven’t really talked much aside from interactions here and there, but she’s someone i really admire. i love how she doesn’t take anyone’s shit and knows what she wants. she’s really skilled in her areas of interest and takes pride in her excellent work. love that about her!!

@julyprince (madison) - i was really shocked when madison followed me back because i love her work so much! i love how she is so consistent and dedicated (honestly, the constant 9 sets say it all <3). she’s intimidating at first, but she is actually so nice and likes reaching out!

@xuseokgyu (belle) - one of my treasured moots. belle is literally the seok to my soon. <3 she doesn’t know it, but i was kind of shy during my earlier days in caratblr, and she encouraged me to be myself just because she was always reaching out to me. i see belle as someone who really nurtures and is just a reliable older sister for me!

@haniehae (anna) - also one of my favorites <3 anna doesn’t really need too much words but u can always feel the love from her by her little tags here and there. she’s also super supportive and very appreciative of the little things! anna is such a cute person to have around. i lalso love how much work she puts into caratblr. also an amazing dancer oh my god???????

@jaemtens (kevin) - like dreamy, kevin and i haven’t really talked much, but i always love seeing him on the dash! one of the people i admire. it absolutely blows my mind how he has a phd (about to have one? :D) and that he’s still somehow able to make gifs (BEAUTIFULLY!) consistently. love that dedication, wish that were me!!

@tearsofsyrup (vi) - vi thinking of me and tagging me on cute stuff really just makes me feel so :’>. i love how easygoing vi is and i just feel light whenever we interact!!

@soonhoonsol (chey) - everyone’s bestie!! chey literally is the go-to person on caratblr. idk how she manages to do it but she’s always so nice to everyone and really does go out of her way to make everyone feel comfortable! chey has a special place in my heart, and my stay in caratblr wouldn’t be the same without her. <3

@iiasha (emily) - you all don’t understand how much i LOVE emily. i can’t even explain why i love her i just do. she’s also one of the first people i followed when i came on caratblr and i’m so glad to have met her here on our own personal hellsite. emily’s the perfect balance of smart, cool, and funny (this sentence sounds lame as fuck but idk how else to put it)! i appreciate how much she likes her job and that’s something i hope to also imitate! i’ve said it before but i also really love how generous she is. emily also made my stay here on caratblr very enjoyable and i always love reading her text posts <3 i think tumblr junation would nearly die without her so go thank her rn. (she also spotted me turning full dinonara without me even noticing that i am one so. <3 /mwah/)

@coupsnim (izzie) - izzie gives me calm artsy vibes. her work is always stunning omg. queen of red lips (and i think it’s so fitting bc it suits cheol the best imo???). ALSO love how much she loves cheol!! izzie’s just a sweetheart. <3 would also support ur 0 note posts, lol.

@kyeomshine (lyns) - lyns coloring queen <3 i looove how clean and cohesive her work always is! she’s also one of the people who encouraged me to stay here on caratblr (although she doesn’t know it!!). and though we don’t see lyns as much nowadays, i still think of her as the resident dk fan <3 one of the memorable people for me.

@heartgyus (rhys) - my sister (dISGUSTANG!!). my enemy. THE mutual to have homoerotic subtext with. rhys is actually my closest friend on caratblr. she’s multitalented, almost all-knowing, and has prettie vibes. i’m not elaborating anymore from here on out because i just know she’s gonna be a little devil about it on the dms. 🙄

@hanwooz (kellie & christine) - one of my absolute favorite blogs! i think of them as one of the constants of caratblr. i absolutely love their posts sm and just enjoy when they’re around!! (and how do ur gifs always look good omg tell me ur secrets pls <3)

@7ww (yasmin) - one of my favorite (if not my favorite) gfx maker!! i love how you can immediately tell something is from her because of their trademark look. we haven’t talked yet, but she’s one of my favorite carats!

@mngys (sofi) - coolest person in the world. idk why we’re even mutuals i don’t deserve this <3 sofi always has the coolest ideas and i look up to her sm!! i’ve also seen her from the birdie community before i got into caratblr so i’ve been following her for quite some time now, but we became mutuals here!

aes carats

@vixenjun (kaya) - another one of my beloveds <3 i always say kaya is funnie and sexie but she really is, and those are always the first words i think of when i’m reminded of her. one of my absolute favorites. a bestie that's close to my heart. <3

@tiddie (deniz) - i don’t see deniz posting much about svt anymore, but deniz is one of my first carat moots (i followed aes carats first). this one really witnessed my jeonghan downfall. :/ so funny. is a great friend!!

@bwaldorf (ramasha) - A SWEETHEART!! ramasha and i don’t talk much anymore but when i think of her i only am reminded of good things. i rmb how much she supported my weird posts back then <3 also iconic aes hello????

@vernons (oona) - oona and i are literally just vibing here <3 i actually met her from the aes side of tumblr before i got into caratblr (like deniz) and discovered that she’s also a carat! i really like oona’s presence and i just feel like she’s someone i want to protect. <3 also makes amazing pastries. she’s also so pretty!!!!! (i really like ur hair sm i think i’ve said this before lol) a cute friend. would send u things saying ‘this reminded me of u’, and i’d get heart attacks from it jsdjdjksd

@oldbooks (fawn) - my frog friend. i think it’s so cute that fawn shares this agenda with hao <3 also unexpectedly tags you on things and leaves cute little notes/tags that makes me want to :’). sophisticated taste!! also really friendly. ily!!

@scoups (hani) - hani is so friendly and takes really good care of her friends!! i was intimidated of her at first, but learnt that she’s an absolute sweetheart. i love how she’s also giving us sm svt content when she’s around! hani’s a supportive friend that you’ll always find yourself looking for.

@snwo (joy) - refined taste. funny text post advocate. i love joy’s vibe sm!! i first got to know her when she had a hao url and i was super intimidated of her. now she’s one of my absolute besties! aside from her impeccable taste, she’s also such a great friend. this one always has ur back. ily ms joy <3

@sataemism (sof) - sof literally the funniest person in the world!! i’m always happy to see her and she brings me so much joy. very lowkey chaotic vibe (the taemin and hoshi urls speak a lot abt this lol), and just a very fun person overall!!

birdie carats

@flowerbeom (kat) - kat, like the rest of those in this category, is someone i’ve been following for a while now as i came back to tumblr because of got7. kat and i haven’t really talked much but always interact with rb/s and likes and i love that JSDJSDKJDSJ that being said kat’s tags are always so enjoyable to read. + it’s so funny as well that when we actually got to talking we didn’t realize we had a lot in common! a very generous friend. gave me a yugyeom pc even though i’m literally from another continent. 😭

@tuanzie (joanna) - content queen. i looove how joanna’s work has a trademark look to them! they’re always so gorgeous and smooth-looking. i love how joanna’s able to speak her mind and would not take shit from people. i see her as someone brave, but not too out there! also someone you can rely on to put reposters on hit lists mwah<3

@gotseventeens (belle) - my name twin <3 belle is actually one of the people/reasons why i got into svt and i’m eternally grateful to her for that!! we’ve been talking since i first became a birdie but somehow we both have 0 recollections of our conversations JSDJDKSJKSDJ tumblr wouldn’t be as fun for me if belle weren’t around ngl. i love how she seems to be mature yet you’re also up for a wild ride with her!! she’s my own personal wonu <3

@secndlife (karoline) - i’ve also been following karoline since i was a birdie, but we only became mutuals here! i love her writing so much and i enjoy seeing her lose her mind over hoshi (mood <3)

@defgyus (val) - i often associate belle with val and i think they have a lot of similarities!! val also gives me the mature yet fun vibe. i think val’s so successful and i admire her a lot!! i love her work sm and just love how she interacts with people. very warm and homey!!

more carat moots i haven't really talked to but enjoy seeing on the dash

@emailclub (emily), @kyeomblr (maddie), @joshuahong (bea), @delicatecy (deli), @mintyseoks, @syuperseventeen (nat), @haol (mali), @svtclub (hannah), @cutiejoshi (siri), @chanswu (mandy), @jeonghannie (myrena), @squishy-woozi (kris), @wonwooo (hiba), @rameniji (rain), @cafevernon (ish), @hoshluv, @minghyu (nicole), @mingyiu (katya), @yeol (tat), @dearkyeom (kristy), @seokgyus (kai), @bbaksu (akemi), @1adyluck (sushi), @shineesbag (gen)

#i didn't know i had this many mutuals lol #and i just figured out i was mutuals with some just now sdkjkjdkjsd #also #are u my mutual anon <3 #y.ask #anon

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hysteriium · 4 years

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Doctor’s Orders

(Gif isn’t mine)

(A/n): I had a request for some Dark Knight nurse Joker action so,,,,, here! Hope it satisfies! :) @pennyship is my HYPE she is the light of my LIFE she helped me make sure this was coherent and lmk if I was being too much of a self-deprecating asshole HIFSHDFUIS. Enjoy!

(Summary): A deal’s a deal.

(Pairing): DK!Joker x Reader

(Word Count): 7,200k+

(Warnings): Smut (18+), swearing, dub-con, implied stalking.

———

The sea of people your shoulders were ramming up against seemed to be a never-ending stream of mayhem; a faucet that desperately needed to be turned. Truthfully, you were surprised you hadn’t been dunked, swept under the furious stampede of shoes and trampled on.

Ever since the threat was made by Joker, the hospital had been thrown into panic mode. Staff, law enforcement, and the clamour of patients added to the suffocatingly anxious air. It was proving to be a very tolling day, the cherry on top – a sour, bitter one might you add – was that somewhere in between you'd lost your necklace. You remembered twirling the small pendant between your thumb and forefinger while everyone, you included, crowded around the small TV in the waiting room.

Just minutes after receiving the news, after hearing that soul-chilling voice announce its equally as cold plans, the jewellery vanished. During the rush, there was the possibility someone had snatched it off you. Too distracted by the waves of patients you had to tend to, you guessed you failed to notice its absence until too late. Alternatively, your meddling could have loosened the delicate piece, rendering its tumble inevitable. So much so, that when you were practically slamming into people, like a typical game of bumper cars, it may have fallen.

Regardless, it was gone, irrespective of its sentimental value. For now, you had more pressing matters to worry about.

Lives.

Coworkers tried their hardest to lead subjects to safety, whether by their beds or by feeble arms. It looked like an accident in itself waiting to happen, a ticking time bomb which no one would have the luxury to clean up after. A dramatic number of personnel had dropped off the face of the earth within minutes of the news broadcast and so you all tried to make do. There was no doubt the hefty chunk had left to escape the danger, fearful for their own lives.

Irony at its finest.

As you attempted to escape the barrage and locate your next patient, a sharp turn took you into one of the rooms. The cubic area wasn’t large and its walls were coated with a particularly unappealing shade of mint green – a style which after all these years seemed as hideous as the first time your poor eyes made contact with it. The empty bed settled within the middle told you the patient had already been assisted, and you were about to leave when a flash of white and copper caught your vision. Upon second glance, you realised it was another nurse. With her back turned, you could see the glistening of her short framed hair. She looked to be occupied, her posture odd and hunched over, hiding whatever she was doing. You could also hear... mumbling?

Curious.

Clearly not hearing you enter, you promptly cleared your throat, trying not to startle her. Then, you approached.

“Everyone’s crazy out there…” you started with a bitter laugh.

The further you travelled, the more obvious the grumbles became. The clacking of something metallic emerged with your increasing proximity, a clamour from a fidgeting of some sort. After a quick flicker, you noticed that her shoulders were quite broad, along with her seemingly defined biceps. While it was more of an observation, the pit in your stomach told you something about her was off.

No response. Not even an acknowledgement.

Your amusement subsided when it was met with the ever-so-reassuring retort of silence, your smile falling as well when your next words received the very same.

“Especially since everyone’s ditched.”

You were about to ask if she was alright, considering your existence had apparently been downgraded to ‘invisible,’ when suddenly, you froze.

A pool of crimson had seized your attention.

The woman who was yet to speak, let alone turn, went rigid when she heard you gasp. Your hand had automatically flown to your mouth then, the distinctive whack of skin slapping echoed throughout the room. Though, such a change was lost on you as your instincts immediately kicked in. The source of the sinister liquid was hidden behind the bed, but you didn’t need to see any more of the scene to already make a conclusion. A little shuffle to the right had informed you that the man had been an officer, his uniform soaking up the seemingly fresh bullet wound wedged just above his heart.

Immediately, your gaze returned to your questionable coworker, the adrenaline rushing through you tingling your fingertips. In one swift movement, you had forced yourself up against the wall opposite her, your shaky figure slowly sidestepping towards the exit, ready to pounce for the door. The disturbing reality of the situation washed over you when the new angle enabled you to view what her frame was protecting – what she had been playing with all along.

A gun.

“M-ma’am?” The whimper that left you was a pathetic sound, one that coincided with the wavering of your lips. To top things off, like the legendary klutz you were, you stumbled over one of the metallic bins, a small rectangular thing that only served to signal your intent to escape.

That had been the last straw.

“Ah-ah-ah!” She sung, abruptly whirling around.

Or, more accurately, he.

Dressed there in all his glory stood the very man who’d threatened to blow up the entire building. Threatened to kill hundreds of innocents in the process. To say you saw your life flash before your eyes when he reared his gun towards you was an understatement; all colour draining from your face as if it had merely been coated on like his own face paint. The glaring abyss, angry and entrancing, was reminiscent of the gaping hole in your heart, decaying from the ever-so-acidic weight of terror. And, even though half of his face was concealed by a white surgical mask – an absurd combination with the makeup – he still succeeded to emit a viciously deadly aura.

He had snuck in and hidden right under everyone's noses.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

With a cringe, he yanked off the mask. The 'snap!' of its elastic strings bouncing back emanated as he flung it behind him uncaringly. Peeling off the copper wig and discarding it similarly, he snickered at your expression, “well, helloo, beautiful.”

Involuntarily, you felt ice glide down your spine, branching throughout your body and leaving its distinctive mark in the form of risen skin. The sound of his voice was enough to strike fright in anyone. He'd proven as such from his inception. The very thought of what he'd do to you was even more disturbing.

“D-don't.”

“Awww, scared of this lil ol' thing?” Sadistic giggles spilled from his lips as he jiggled the weapon.

“She won't bi-te,” the last portion had his tongue flicking off the roof of his mouth.

Your eyes had been darting from him to the firearm nestled loosely in his grasp, his hand worryingly relaxed for such a weapon of butchery. Contemplating whether or not you had an opportunity to run for it, a sudden cry rippled the silence.

A sharp inhale followed by another moan to your left had you twisting your neck, deviating from the oh-so-dangerous man in front of you. Similarly, the gun locked in his clutch was flung towards the origin. The slant of his weapon – downturned towards the floor – spoke volumes; told you all you needed to know.

The man was still alive.

“You know what the, uh, funny thing is about people?” Joker started, his voice dangerous and spoken with an edge, a serrated knife slicing into the well-bolstered tautness of the air.

“They're like,” he paused, looking up at the ceiling as if to remember. The whole charade, his wiggling fingers and his drawn-out words were all to drag out the gut-churning anticipation, “insects.”

You knew he was talking to you, even if his focus was elsewhere and occupied by the man who he’d previously shot. It didn't take much observation to pinpoint the man's strange idiosyncrasies. The way his tongue darted out, speedily scaling the risen tissue on the corners of his lips, the unpredictable fluctuations in his tone, the controlled gestures of his hands. All screamed erratic.

Suddenly scrunching his nose, he dragged back the hammer with his thumb, the small clacks from the small extension exacerbating the wild drumming of your heart.

“Theeey. Just. Don't. Die–”

“WAIT!” You shouted, shooting out your trembling palms.

It had been an improvised move, one that could have gotten you killed, but the innate tendency to prevent bloodshed (well, more), seemed to override logic. You had trained all your life for this job – to be a nurse and help people. Like hell you were about to just stand by and let him kill another innocent on your watch. Either you'd succeed or die trying.

Leaning over the bed to view the state the man was in, you recognised positive signs. Like always, things could be better, but he was still fighting. Meaning, there was still a chance you could bring him back from the brink of death and get him to safety. You just needed to convince the other male waving the firearm around somehow. Surprise him.

“Ju-just–” you swallowed the lump in your throat and shut your glassy eyes for a brief moment to release a steady breath, “take me instead.”

“A-and then–” you riskily took a step forward, your palms still raised defensively, “the-then you can do anything you want. Please. Just let me help him.”

The man who had his head angled, essentially letting it hang, perked up his eyebrows at your proposal, the prominent creases of his forehead no longer fully concealed by his smudged greasepaint. Slowly, like a big cat toying with its prey, he prowled forward. His steady approach had you shrinking back into the wall behind you, your arms firmly planting themselves against its chilly surface while the trickle of laughter revealed his wicked pleasure. The taunting voices in your head told you that you’d worsened the situation and further cornered yourself into his vile trap – playing right into his hands.

With no concept of personal space, he then hovered over you, face only centimetres away from your own. You could tell this was just one of the ways he intimidated people – gained control. By some miracle, you endured eye contact.

“Hmm, are ya willing to shake on that, sweethear-t?” He drawled, the sudden weight shoved against your stomach involuntarily coercing you to look down; down at the handgun practically connected to you, the point of its muzzle hiding in the fabric of your uniform. When you naively tried to create more distance, the attempt ended up as a pathetic, miserable display. Soon, you gave in, your fingers reaching around the gun. Slow, stuttering motions manipulated your wrist as you worked to mimic the action of a handshake.

The hum he emitted at the interaction was deep and reverberated – almost like a purr – the sound igniting an unimaginable yearning you tried with all your might to suppress. You didn't even want to acknowledge it, mentally kicking yourself when you instinctively glanced at his lips. You prayed he didn't notice, but a part of you knew better. The way he inched closer, your noses nearly touching confirmed this, coaxing you to look back up at him. Focusing into those dark, glittering eyes, you saw the hellfire behind them, a black hole which sucked out any form of innocence; a cesspool which bred corruption. Speckles of intrigue swam in them.

Or was it excitement?

You couldn't exactly tell, but you knew it was bad news. Knew that you had, most likely, made one of the worst deals in your life.

To compare this man to the devil, the master of deals, was inaccurate. With only just one, tiny, interaction, you could infer this. No. He was much worse. Worse because unlike fairytales, unlike the mystic, this man existed. He could, if he so very willed, demolish you in an instant.

“Welll,” his gaze lingered on for a split second – just enough for you to notice – before he reared himself back, “that settles it.”

Joker, who was much taller, was able to effortlessly shift his focus to the policeman struggling to push himself up against the wall. The injured man shimmied back into its cold reinforcements while one of his hands desperately fiddled with his belt.

Entirely shielded from the scene due to your angle, the most visible section being his head, you missed the way the wounded man drew his firearm and aimed it for the anarchist in front of you. The only sign something had transpired was the blur of white in front of you bobbing low, as well as the dizzy scent of smoky gunpowder. As the shot rang out, echoing throughout the room like an explosion, causing brief deafness, Joker ducked down just in time. The bullet whizzed above him, wedging itself into the wall behind, just missing the glass of the door; a permanent, antithetical imprint.

“Op– and that's my cue,” with a quick wink, he grabbed his previously discarded attire.

“See you around, doll,” he said, zipping out of the room entirely.

The officer slumped up against the wall when he realised he hadn't hit his target, exhaustion enveloping his form. You made your way to the dying man as fast as you could and began to tend to him.

“Oh!”

You jolted away from your patient when Joker suddenly appeared again, head peeking from the corner. He had the surgical mask, although this was lowered and the wig was back on, concealing the scraggly strands of dyed hair.

“And – heheh – you mayyy want to, uh, make it fast,” he shook the detonator in his hand, clicking his tongue twice with a crooked grin before he took off for good.

With the door now wide open and the overwhelmingly white hallway visible, you quickly noticed how empty it was. It was virtually a ghost town. While this meant it was easier to navigate him to safety, it also spelled trouble. After halting his bleeding, you were going to need to move him, this being problematic since you weren't exactly the strongest.

You weren't up to that part yet, however.

"Stay with me okay? Can you hear me?"

The dazed look in his eyes and the expansion of his pupils told you that he was experiencing head trauma. Assessing the small bloody mark against the green paint and the gruesome splatter near it, you were able to figure out a rough idea of what happened. The force of the bullet had propelled him backwards and whipped his head back, it rutting up against the wall while it tried to catch up with his body. The aggressive hit to the cranium was what finally knocked him out, rendering him limp until he later regained consciousness.

Ouch.

It took a moment, though the gentle nod of his head answered your question.

"Good," grabbing scissors from one of the tables nearby, you tore into his shirt, finding the source of the wound. Another positive – just from the way the crimson liquid was flowing, it was clear no arteries had been hit.

"What's your name?"

It was essential to keep the victim as awake as possible, your questioning aiming to do just that.

No longer at his side, you rushed around the room like a chicken with its head cut off, frantically trying to find a tourniquet or any sort of compressor.

“Daniel," his voice came out strained and delayed.

"Well Daniel, we're going to get you out of here, alright?" You said, hoping he could hear your reassurances over your wild searching.

The room was more of a mess than when you entered, bits and pieces of equipment decorating the floor as if a twister had come through and hurled them there. You found it funny how in times of great urgency the things you needed most you could never find.

You were about to give up and tear Daniel's uniform, using the shreds of his suit when your quivering digits stumbled across precisely what was needed. When you found the tourniquet, you had to literally hold yourself back from screaming eureka. You hastily returned to the disoriented man and dragged along one of the wheelchairs which had been abandoned. In no time, the wound, both entry and exit, had been covered, the utensil applying a great deal of pressure. Daniel's cries hadn't been easy to listen to but as you gently eased him into the wheelchair, they lessened.

The home stretch.

Fiercely clutching the push handles, you flew into the corridor, extremely conscious of the time and the tiny device which had been attached to Joker's palm like superglue. The mental image motivated you to maintain your swift pace, Daniel's head lolling to the side, jostling with each sudden movement.

By some miracle, as you pushed through those automatic glass doors, you saw the last of the patients being loaded into the yellow school buses. Using the ramp, relief washed over you like a chilled breeze on a hot summer's day. The closest bus was where you headed, and you flagged down one of the doctors to get immediate help for Daniel. Within minutes, he was moved into the bus receiving treatment.

About to dispose of the wheelchair, an enormous roar had you rearing your head back to the hospital. The ground shook with each stuttering explosion, the surreal view forcing you to look on with wide eyes. It was a distressing sight to process, but for some reason, you were unable to look away from the tragedy.

This was especially the case when a familiar blob of white waddled out of the building with outstretched arms, his painted smile wider than ever. As if everything had been predestined, he knew exactly where you were, immediately noticing you gawking. Stuck between the weird limbo of boarding the bus, he gave you a wave. It wasn't fast, nor one in which required his whole limb. It was a slow, controlled one, only the tips of his fingers obliging. Time seemed to slow with the movement, each drawn out wiggle adding to the deep-rooted layers of terror and astonishment. A staring contest ensued.

Before you could intake the sight anymore, let alone process it, you felt the distinctive clutch of hands from behind, pawing at you. As you were hauled into the bus by your underarms, the doors slammed shut with a hiss. Then, the bus booked it, your eyes never deterring.

Nor his.

———

Hours after the event, Joker had been captured and thrown into Arkham Asylum like most criminals in Gotham. While your job was more or less blown to smithereens and unsalvageable, forcing you to look elsewhere, you were sure it had marked the end of your interactions with him.

All in all, life seemed to revert back to normal. Weeks passed as you hunted for another position, and ultimately, your searching paid off when you found another hospital. Resuming your duty as a nurse, Daniel had been transferred to the same institution for treatment as chance so happened and in a weird twist, you were assigned as his carer. His recovery wasn't very long but within that small time frame you knew him, you’d come to enjoy his company – perhaps a bit too much. Time revealed the feeling was mutual by how, as he so eloquently put it, he owed you dinner for 'saving his ass'.

How could you have resisted?

However, like the venomous serpent it was, fate appeared to strike when you least expected it; baring and infiltrating with its noxious fangs. This much was proven when you arrived back home from said ‘dinner.’ Expecting a night filled with laughter and shy glances, reality was disappointing. Instead, you were met with a boatload of anxiety and stress.

For starters, the dress you had laid out earlier in the morning had magically disappeared when you returned from work, and you eventually gave up searching after a ridiculous amount of time. Opting to leave the house with a backup, you hadn’t dared to peek at the time. Yet, the worst was yet to come; the straw that broke the camel's back was the amount the traffic jam you wound up in.

Everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong.

In total, the high of the night, came screeching to a stop when you spotted blinding flashes of red and blue. Combined with the waving, directing hands of law enforcement, the weight of dread compelled you to roll down your window and ask around. A few ignored you, though you had gotten some one-worded answers – ‘accident,’ and ‘crash’ being the mains. Yet, none of their explanations, underwhelming and dismissive at best, prepared you for the shock which cocooned your worn form as the culprit revealed itself – a firetruck.

On fire.

It was almost like a sick joke.

The truck was completely destroyed and wedged between the entrance of the bridge, blocking exactly where you needed to go. In summary, it looked like you weren’t seeing Daniel anytime soon.

Heaven only knew how long you sat in the car for when you arrived back home again. Resting your throbbing forehead against the leather steering wheel in a pathetic attempt to fight the manifesting tension headache. You had practically driven in one giant loop. It felt as though the Gods were laughing at you, all huddled around each other in their perfect utopia looking down, pointing and snickering.

You needed a drink.

When you finally did stumble out of the vehicle, you just managed to make out the small rectangular object placed ever so delicately on your doorstep. Then, with the automatic sensor light flickering on, you were able to identify the material it was sheathed in: recycled wrapping paper. Purple tinted and crinkled, the colour complemented the vibrant green bow criss-crossed on top.

The hues alone communicated enough.

Hey, at least Joker was an environmentalist.

Even rotting in a cell, he was still able to pull strings, sustaining some semblance of terror. He must’ve had men on the outside, eager to do his bidding.

The strange feeling of being watched, the apparent echoes trailing your footsteps, the disordered internal debates sparked by open windows over the past few weeks finally made sense. You had merely chalked off the occurrences and the growing collection of missing items to your overactive imagination. To your paranoia.

The naive belief that Joker was too busy wrapped up in a straitjacket to chase up on the deal you’d idiotically settled on had been shattered, thrown to the ground and stomped on. Originally, you doubted he even remembered the agreement; he certainly didn't seem like a man capable of holding down a thought – the chaotic energy emanating from him so astounding it was almost a phenomenon. Though, this had been wrong. Foolishly, you had thought yourself safe.

Foolishly, you were mistaken.

The joke was on you.

You wanted to go to the cops. You wanted to turn in the little gift of death. The hovering worry of it being tampered with in some way, everlasting. Running rampant and wild with possibilities, your imagination outrageously tried to guess what was inside while your curiosity simultaneously nagged at you.

Overwhelmed by the two shrieking entities, you reached down to pick up the small package, most likely adding to your list of dumb decisions. A small Joker card was attached to the bow, the bottom-half dangling, while tiny, messy crimson writing demanded the card to be flipped. It read:

'Tick tock!'

The phrase was repeated in scratchy, crazed scribbles, decorating the card in a rather unsettling fashion.

Swamped with confusion, itching fingers coaxed you to look inside the ambitiously innocuous box. Within its cardboard confounds laid a circular pocket watch – withered and deteriorated. You could barely make out the thin hair-line cracks in the glass. Although deceivingly harmless at first inspection, further scrutiny revealed they were deep-rooted and hardly repairable.

Your heart skipped a beat when the sensory light suddenly shut off, but you didn’t need it any longer. Not with the harrowing imprint of the card cruelly carved into your brain. Ultimately, the message was loud and clear:

The end was nigh.

Your end.

The very words Joker had uttered to you haunted your thoughts like a spectre: a promise of your finale. Of your very last, spectacular, blue-faced, gasping breath. You were about to pull out your keys to unlock the door and barricade yourself inside when you noticed something horrifically disturbing.

The door was slightly open.

With a hand reaching for the phone and ready to dial the police, your shoulder served to nudge it open. No groans emerged from its hinges as you pushed yourself inside, immediately heading left in the darkness to the kitchen. In the hopes of reducing any noise, you'd taken off your heels before you entered the house, mindfully placing them away from the door in case you needed to make a quick exit.

Your go-to stop was the cutlery drawer. Gently sliding it open, you felt around for a knife, snatching it away when you found the right one. As if on cue, the kitchen light flicked on, rendering you momentarily blind from the dramatic shift in luminance. Like a newly birthed animal, scrambling to comprehend its surroundings, you flipped your body against the counter and wordlessly threatened the intruder. Pretending like it would make a difference, you waved the weapon around carelessly, eyes attempting to adjust.

"Sorry for the deee-lay," a familiar voice drawled, one that shook you to your very core. Within the few seconds of focusing, you observed how Joker mimicked a cringe, dragging out his 'e's'. His figure was resting against the second door frame, opposite of the way you had snuck in. The plum coat he often wore was lost and his sleeves were hastily rolled back to his elbows, exposing his toned arms. Along with all this, the infamous green vest was no longer hugging his waist, instead the tucked in hexagonal blue patterned shirt made a firm appearance, with olive diamond ridden suspenders.

"I've been a bit… busy."

"And, uh, by the looks of it," he paused as he eyed you up and down, scanning the form-fitting dress you completely forgot you had on, "you have too."

In an attempt to shield yourself from his sweeping, to hide how begrudgingly exposed you felt, you crossed your arms against your chest. It was a gesture he ignored.

"How did your little play date…" He clicked his tongue, waving his hands in gestures of quotations, “go, hmm?”

You couldn’t help the involuntary falter in your expression when the words left his mouth. The series of unfortunate events which appeared to plague your day no longer resembled coincidence. The thought that he had been monitoring every movement was disturbing to say the least.

“Not so well?” He continued with an all-knowing grin, tilting his head until it was properly angled against the door frame, following the lead of his body. The only divergence was in his suffocating gaze, displaying ponderance.

“Seems like poor Daniel, uh, missed his chance."

The way his name rolled off of Joker’s tongue contained deep-seated malice, a guttural growl which had you rutting back into the counter with a jump. Bruises were sure to form on the tender flesh of your backside by morning.

“Wh-what did you do?” The words came out mumbled as if you were afraid to know the answer, and in a way, you supposed you were. Still shaking, you hardly deterred the point of the knife from the criminal in front of you, the blade wavering so much it almost looked like its length was vibrating on its own accord.

"Ohhh, nothing a little gasoline couldn’t fix…”

It was only then when you realised he was slowly making his way towards you, slow and calculated and ready to pounce. With each one of his steps, you could feel every agonising jolt from your heart – feel it pick up its pace.

Then, you mulled over his comment, recalling the terrible traffic, the ember hellblaze engulfing the raging red of the firetruck, and the amount of time it took you to maneuver out of the driving nightmare.

It was all because of him.

“And now that I have you allll to myself, we can get down to business," by now he had already inched halfway into the room.

"I swe-swear to God, I will use this if you don't step back."

Regardless of how many times you swiped the knife – to get it to look like you were actually serious about using the weapon – Joker remained unperturbed.

"But all I wanted to do was say hiii," he paused his advances, his hands shooting up to display his palms while his scarred mouth fell into a mocking pout, "especially to my favvvvou-rite nurse."

“I-I’m warning you–”

He was barely a meter in front of you now as his towering figure practically cornered you like your first encounter. The wave of déjà vu flooding your senses drove you to raise the knife and plunge – or at least try to. Stopped midair was the kitchen utensil, along with your struggling arm by his forceful grip. He hadn’t even cared to toss a glance at the incoming weapon, maintaining composition as he swiftly and effortlessly succeeded in capturing your wrist. Only after did he shift attention, a low whistle of feigned surprise his barbed acknowledgment. He had drained all your hope, then. Killed whatever shred of optimism you had left in the process; hell, it didn’t even look like he was trying.

In one swift maneuver, he ripped the blade out of your hands and quickly tossed it to the side, pinning your lower half against the counter as he did so, "did you – heeheh – really think I was just gonna let you go? Hmm? Forget about ya?”

You tried your best next to use your hands – to slap him, to push him away, to wriggle out of the trap his body had forced you in. Yet, tricky vine-like hands excelled in capturing your own. Then, acting like nothing happened, as if it were a mere momentary hiccup, he continued, his tongue flickering out to dab at his scars, "no no no, you see, you caught my eye."

"A selfless little bird!”

“Willinggg to sacrifice your life for another,” he spat, vicious and gruff; the volatility of his tone made it hard to decipher his thoughts. Though, it wasn’t as if you were well versed in such a thing to begin with. One moment revealed mockery, the next, disdain.

What was real?

Maneuvering his hold on your wrists into one hand, his unoccupied digits reached for your hair, twirling a small strand that had fallen in front of your face during the struggle, “I've come to coll-ect.”

“P-please-” Your breathing came out uneven through your nostrils as you clamped your eyes shut, still attempting to create distance. The feeling from last time, the shame woven into the forbidden craving had arisen again and you essentially prayed that he chalked off your squirming to fear and not to a specific… discomfort.

"Noww, relaaax – doctor’s orders,” he hummed, wiggling his eyebrows. A trickle of joy spilled from his scarred lips, “what happened to that bravery?”

You had shied away from his stare up until then, the rough hold which had migrated to your chin forcefully wiggling you closer. When your eyes met his dark ones, his eyebrows flicked upwards in what seemed like a tic.

“I-if you’re going to kill me, just do it,” you forced out. Gloved fingers squeezed at your cheeks.

“I’ve had a change of heart.”

His thumb swiped your quivering lower lip, a sight he was thoroughly engaged in. Mere centimetres apart, it was there when you realised, with his breath sweeping against your mouth, that you wanted to kiss him. You really had sunken.

“Though, I am looking forward to – oh how did you put it? Letting me do what I want?"

In one sudden, erratic movement, he wedged his knee between your legs and lifted the limb slowly, sliding it up until he reached your cunt. With your lungs feeling like they’d been robbed of air, you inhaled sharply, dizziness overtaking you. The tightening pressure around your wrists acted like a constrictor knot, its bindings strengthening the more you writhed.

“Do you remember that, sweetpea?”

He rocked his knee which in turn rutted against the cabinet, enabling his thigh to brush your clit through soaked panties. Your dress was bunched up and pooled around his leg, hiding a good portion of his pinstripe trousers and in a response you weren’t particularly proud of, you released a choked moan, his actions providing the semblance of the relief you were chasing – craved.

"Hmm, yeah?" He cooed, high pitched and almost like he was talking to a child.

Protests – a whole bouquet of them sprouted from your vocal cords, their great green stalks filling the width of your throat, clogging it. So much so that instead of frantic clusters of ‘no,’ ‘stop,’ ‘get away from me,’ strangled noises and gasping moans trickled out. At least that's what you told yourself; because to face cold harsh reality would have proved to be too much. To realise that so much as one nudge from the cold criminal could reduce you to putty, a hot melting mess would be repugnant! To realise that those flowers hardly represented your innocence and more so the blossoming of carnality was a hard seed to swallow.

And so, perhaps it was better to hide behind the excuse of obstruction even though the weakness in your knees told you different, even though you were leaning into him and transfixed on his lips. And maybe, just maybe, it was better to ignore how your stomach leapt at his resonating growl and how he pulled you by your wrists, and how you continued to ignore the auspicious swell in your chest as the risen skin of his scars brushed your cheeks and how the quick prod of his tongue coaxed you into a sloppy open-mouthed kiss and how your honeyed hums pressed against his mouth and how he darkly chuckled and–

Fuck.

Fuck it.

Melting into the way his tongue teased yours, you rolled your hips, meeting the occasional bounces as you rode his thigh. His free hand began its slow ascent up your dress, squeezing greedily at the flesh and when he knew you weren’t going anywhere, he relinquished his domineering hold on your wrist. In a move that seemed all too comfortable, natural even, your arms reached up to rest on his shoulders while the wandering hands nearing the waistband of your panties suddenly yanked the material – a fierce ‘snap!’ forcing you to jolt.

You had no time to recover when he hoisted you on top of the kitchen counter. The sudden liftoff was rough considering his handling but the landing was even more so when he plopped you on its surface; the small squeak of pain followed by skewed mimicking and taunts. Regardless of the humiliation, the sudden loss of contact had you whining pitifully in the middle of the room, a reaction you were positive only urged his sadistic inclinations.

“Wooould ya look at that,” Joker smirked, directing you to the sizable wet spot in his suit pants.

The heat rushed to your cheeks instantly at the vulgar display, a rose dusting sweeping the area. With his knee still propped up against the counter, he was able to push his way between your thighs losing your ability to shut them knee to knee.

No matter how much he tried to poke at your eagerness, shame was void. Such a point was proven when you leaned backwards slightly, adjusting your position, never straying far from his lips. Once done, you reached for the digits circling the skin of your hips. Joker hardly seemed fazed by the sudden contact, though he watched you intently with squinted eyes – intrigue the dominating emotion. Said narrowing was so subtle that if you hadn’t been looking up at him the whole time, you wouldn’t have picked up on it at all.

The gentle trail you led him down, from your hip to your inner thigh, and then, finally, to your slit had been drawn out, the pleasured groan he emitted a forbidden delight submerged in concupiscence. Slickness coated the tips of his gloves as they toyed with the area, his long digits sliding easily inside from how wet you were.

“One second you’re scared stiff,” he grinned, eyes flicking between you and the way his unhurried fingers filled you up.

“The next you’re allll ho-t and bothered.”

With no time to adjust, he ditched the leisurely act and started a much more impatient speed. You eagerly leaned into the sly, slithering touch which happily found you were braless. Curled markings scratched into the edges of the counter, coinciding with the tortuous ascension of poisonous fingers – a poison in which seemed to seep its way into your bloodstream instantly, manipulating every feeling, every thought, every sensation to the firey, prickling rush of desire; of him.

“What does that say about you, huh?”

Knowing exactly what you needed, his thumb promptly found your nipple. With both hands busy, the sheer euphoria they propagated brought on a daze.

“It says I’m a nurse,” you warbled, breathing heavy.

Jokers eyebrows furrowed, though quickly reverted in seemingly the very same twitch; it appeared he always wanted to have the upper-hand. To control. Nonetheless, he was eager for your continuance, the way his skilful fingers glided inside you, exploring, not stopping in the slightest. The swell of pleasure which forced your toes to curl and your hips to rise let you know you were close.

“I’m built for high-pressure situations.”

“Is that so?” He said, his voice as smooth as silk. He leaned in again, so close that measuring the distance would have been redundant. Strands of green, which were once woven neatly (or more, as neatly as they could get for the man), deviated. Each curl bounced along with every thrust.

“Care to put your money where your mouth is, sweetheart?” He grunted, pinching the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, drawing out a sharp mewl.

“Another deal?” You forced out, breathing a laugh.

“If you, uh, think you can handle it,” he flopped his head to the side and performed his idiosyncrasy with an impish twinkle in his eye, “you know I’m a man of my w–”

You both paused.

During the exchange, you swore you had heard something. Considering Joker’s sudden halt too, you were certain it hadn’t been your imagination. The only thing louder than the silence was the furious ‘rap rap rap’ of your heart, a thunderous drum calling out for something – anything to mask its bellows.

‘Mass hysteria’ was doing rounds in your mind as an explanation for the sudden, unexplained noise until finally, it repeated. Short, sharp, and distinguishable.

This time, you heard it clear as day.

Your name.

“(Y/n)?”

It seemed you were the only one who remained in your fixed state as Joker clamped a hand over your mouth. However, he continued with his thrusts, controlling them into a slower pace; a patience you didn’t think he had. With your tongue, you ran the muscle against his gloved fingers, biting into the material, a signal to ditch the covering. It appeared to work too, because within seconds his bare flesh replaced it. He slipped two digits into your mouth instead and pressed the pads of his digits of your appendage. Immediately, you hollowed your cheeks, looking up at his lust ridden gaze as you sucked. A delighted purr resonated from him.

“Good girl,” he growled, curling the fingers still inside you; marking the end of his teasing. Joker, more agitated by the second, returned to his previous rhythm, the kitchen counter groaning.

So much for patience.

The interruption was almost forgotten as you began to reach your peak. Arching your back, you forced Joker closer to you and clung onto him, ensuring each rapid ram reached his knuckles. In a flurry of desperation, you pawed at his arm, trying to redirect the hand not currently busy fucking you into oblivion. With a small ‘pop’ he left your mouth, finding your neck with your guiding. His fingers wrapped around the area perfectly, squeezing while a laugh left him.

“Well, aren’t you just full of surprises.”

“(Y/n)?” The voice repeated. You heard your door slam shut soon after, only just now had it occurred it had been left open the whole time.

“Hey, the door was open,” they confirmed, continuing as you heard the distinctive thud of boots searching the house, presumably searching for you.

Mumbled, nonsensical phrases left your mouth in the violent flurry of release, suppressed by the pressure around your throat. In the midst of things, the top half of your dress had fallen and bundled around your waist. As you went rigid, your nails clawed and sunk into the back of his shirt, stealing a few grunts. Too wrapped up in your own pleasure, you missed how Joker intently watched your climax, mischievous eyes deviating to the exposed flesh of your shoulder.

“I heard about the accident, and I guessed you wouldn’t have made it so I decided dinner here would be–”

Joker without warning had bitten into your shoulder, the unexpected intermingle of pain and pleasure coaxing you to cry out. Such an interruption warranted the frantic footsteps heading your way.

Shit.

“Is everything ok–”

Splat.

Both you and Joker whipped your heads around to the source which was now in one of the doorways of the kitchen. There stood Daniel, horror stricken and trying his hardest to comprehend the scene before him. A demanding contrast of colours – flowers, wrapped and nicely presented, had fallen to the floor in surprise, explaining the slap of sadness.

No one said anything.

The thick mist of unease permeated through the kitchen, suffocating everyone inside. Well, at least those prone to embarrassment. Although you couldn’t see the cocky smirk on the jester’s face, you could feel the distinctive rumble of laughter brewing from the way you continued to cling onto his back.

In short, Joker was shameless.

No sooner than when you had realised such a thing was festering – it erupted, breaking the spell time had cast on the small box of a room. Hysterics was contrasted with Daniel’s visible confusion and, dare you say, hurt. The blood had rushed to his face, whether in anger or embarrassment it was clear it was both. A small part of you felt bad, it truly did, though it was difficult to sustain when Joker, without even so much as looking at you, forced you back further to a 130-degree angle until your upper half was leaning against the kitchen wall. Without missing a beat, he started to fiddle with his pants, a vicious, sharp smile delivering the final slice to the intruder’s heart.

“The early bird gets the worm, Daniel.”

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ijo4shua · 4 years

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hiyaa, can i request a lil scenario where you’re on a picnic date with seokmin and he keeps holding your hand and just being the absolute cutest 😖😖

[gif is not mine]

picnic date scenario

with seventeen's seokmin/dk

[requests are open]

pairings: seokmin/dk x female reader

genre: fluff

warning: none

a/n: i got you <3

"Where are you taking me?" you giggled as your boyfriend, Seokmin, lead you up what seemed to be a hill.

"Just trust me," he cheerfully responded.

"Well, it's kinda hard not to ask questions when I literally can't see anything!"

Before heading over to the "surprise location," Seokmin had blindfolded you to ensure that the surprise wouldn't be ruined.

"Okay, you can take the blindfold off in 3.. 2.. 1.." he said, clearly overwhelmingly excited.

You eagerly removed the blindfold and gasped.

In front of you was a laid out blanket with all kinds of yummy food and drinks spread out on top of it.

Along with this, was Seokmin's guitar, which made you even more excited.

"Babe, I can't believe you did th-" you started, but stopped after meeting eyes with your boyfriend who was now holding a bouquet of flowers right in front of you.

Your heart fluttered at the sight.

"I- um- There's no special occasion, but I just really wanted to do this for you," he said shyly, almost completely unable to look at you in the eyes. "I hope you like it."

Without any hesitation, you jumped into his arms and squeezed him tight, "Of course I love it!"

You could hear his heart racing, "Really?"

You pulled back and looked him in the eyes, "Yes, this means so much to me. Thank you."

He smiled and pulled you in for another hug, "Anything for you."

Those words gave you butterflies in your stomach and you couldn't help but wonder how you got so lucky to have someone like him in your life.

After a few more seconds of you two just hugging, you adjusted your head and only then realized just how gorgeous the view was.

"Oh my gosh! Wait, where even are we?" You excitedly said as you pulled away and looked around.

The sky was blue and the grass on the hill was bright green.

The area was completely empty and quiet enough for you to hear all the birds chirping.

You couldn't help but feel relaxed and at peace.

"Um, this is kind of a secret spot that me and the boys found not too long ago," he responded. "We come here a lot when we need time to heal."

You looked over at him, feeling a tad bit concerned.

"Is it okay that you brought me here?" you asked, hoping you weren't crossing any lines or invading anybody's space.

He gave you a comforting smile, "I wouldn't just bring anyone here, baby. If I'm being completely honest, the boys encouraged me to bring you here."

Your eyes widened, "What? Why? Why me?"

Seokmin couldn't help but laugh at your reaction, "Don't worry about it. We can talk about it after we eat."

You looked back at the all the food laid out on top of the blanket and you swore you heard your stomach growl.

Before responding, Seokmin grabbed your hand and held it in his. "Let's eat, baby."

You nodded in agreement and sat down.

After what seemed like hours of just eating and talking, you noticed how Seokmin's hand almost never left yours.

And if he wasn't holding your hand, he had his hand over your shoulder or even had it rubbing your back.

Of course, you had no complaints, but he seemed more touchy than normal.

"Hm, you seem a lot more touchy today, babe," you teased.

His eyes widened, "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I'll stop!"

He moved his hands and started scooting away.

"No, no, no! I like it!" you laughed as you reached for his hand and scooted closer to him. "I really like it."

"O-oh, okay," he said, sighing in relief.

"But, I am curious as to where this is all coming from," you said as your thumb began to rub circles over his hand.

He placed his other hand over yours and just stared at them, "I don't know. I just can't seem to stay away from you."

Your heart began racing and weirdly enough, you could feel your eyes starting to well up.

"It's almost as if I feel incomplete if I'm not holding your hand or even just near you," he said, swaying your guys' hands back and forth.

He looked up at you and noticed that your eyes were red and getting watery, "Baby, are you okay?!"

You wiped eyes and immediately grabbed for his hands after, "You just make me feel really happy and safe."

He smiled in response, pulled your hands to his mouth and kissed your knuckles before letting them go and reaching for his guitar.

"So, you know how you asked me why the boys encouraged me to bring you here?"

You nodded, recalling the conversation you had not too long ago.

"It's because when we first found this spot, I told them that one day, when I know I've found the right girl, I'd bring her here and tell her that I love her," he started as he positioned himself and his guitar. "It seems that I'm not the only one who thinks I've found the right girl in you."

You were speechless to say the least.

It was almost as if you had forgotten how to talk and even breathe.

"I love you, Y/N," Seokmin said, placing his hand over yours.

Your heart melted at his words.

Althought you've known for quite awhile that you were in love with Seokmin, you never had the courage to tell him, afraid that it was too soon or the feelings weren't mutual.

Yet, here you were.

It felt like a dream.

Everything was perfect.

"I love you too, Seokmin."

His eyes sparked at your response.

He then leaned in and planted a very soft kiss on your lips before pulling away and smiling.

You smiled back, feeling your cheeks heat up.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his hands on his guitar before beginning to strum.

"She said 'baby I'm afraid to fall in love'," he began to sing. "'Because what if it's not reciprocated?'"

Your hand moved over your mouth, shocked at the realization of what he was singing for you.

"Honestly" by Pink Sweat$

He looked up at you as he sang with his beautiful and soothing voice, never losing his bright smile.

You took a deep breath and smiled back, "That's my boy."

a/n: omfg i got so soft while writing this, it lowkey hurt haha. anyways i hope you enjoyed it and it turned out the way you wanted it to! thank you for requesting teehee.

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cheolbooluvr · 3 years

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wait hold on so your follower count has increased by a hundred since I got here? 🥺 this is awesome, Chris, congrats! 🥳 and I think everything can be a milestone if it's one for you 🤗 and if u want to do something special to celebrate, go for it! :D as long as you do it for yourself and not because you feel like you have to, do you hear me? <.< about "Something Special"...it's just 🥺 really something special lmao funfact, when DK started singing "ice cream, you scream" and so on, I was immediately reminded on "Ice Cream" by TXT as the lyrics go "i scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream". Idk if you know them but they had their comeback on monday and this is one of the b-side tracks. I actually had to check if the lyrics are the same but I think you published the fic on the same day they released the album so that would be almost impossible anyway 😅 now, the banner for "the zest of life" is sooooooooo cute 🥺 and everything you post about it just makes me more and more excited skajdjlkwjeadswa literally can't wait until you post it <3 also HAPPY JUNE TO YOU TOO <333 I'm also highkey excited for your other wips, especially your series and the sequels :D the gif of the dog looking out the window is soooooo relatable why are you so cute 🥺 you're right, I discovered your blog through class president and I couldn't be happier about it 🥰 ngl, enemies to lovers (+ fake dating) is one of my favourite genres and then there's friends to lovers and I'm all soft and cuddly 🥺 nooooo, don't make yourself cry D; tho I definitely get your pain 💔 being a perfectionist doesn't make your life easy but it leads to great results when it comes to your fics :D and I'm very happy to hear that you're slowly getting over it and feel better about your writing <3 definitely gonna note that website down since I'm currently trying to write myself lmao failing greatly at it because I never manage to actually finish a wip. which brings me to the fanfic writer ask game :D 🍄 how do you get yourself in the mood to write? I'm really curious about this because sometimes I just can't get myself to write though I actually would love to 🙁 ahhh the good old times in middle school everyone regrets when they get older :'D when I'm on a holiday with my family or literally just anywhere outside I'm taking photos with my phone of everything that crosses my way and looks in the slightest way worth capturing my storage space is hysterically laughing in the distance :') would love to see some photos taken by you some day ngl well, I haven't continued watching Vincenzo yet, I keep watching Friends atm though thanks for the heads up <3 and I love Chayoung, she's iconic but after I learned who she works for I was lowkey disappointed :( trying not to spoiler anything rn for anyone else akjdnwaölkejd srsly, I don't think any of my friends has a healthy sleep schedule though we all have to get up early but I hope you slept well last night and have a great day <3 wait, I wanted to ask you in which time zone you live? Because it was 7pm here when you said it's 11am for you, so I was wondering 😅 sending love and good vibes ❤️✨

yes omg you’ve been here basically since the beginning 😭 i know i say this a lot, but your support means the world to me and i’m thankful you’re here with me on this journey💕 i might just wait until i hit 200 to do a celebration! i want to try to get through these reqs from the first milestone and then we shall see how i’m feeling. but eternally grateful for all the support and growth anyways :’)

hehe ‘something special’ is part of a whole long series i’ve been writing for my friend and i (for our eyes only) but it’s one of my favorite scenes and him dropping the ice cream just felt very on brand 😭 he’s so silly and i love him and his bright energy. also funny story abt txt, i literally decided to stan them for reals w this comeback! so i know exactly what you’re talking abt!!! and actually i just did a smol uke cover of anti-romantic heh it’s been on repeat for the last few days and i love the whole album. every song is so good, esp 0X1=lovesong and dear sputnik, in addition to anti-romantic and ice cream ofc! well actually they’re all good sjdfkjadlf but yeah i think i’m officially a moa now :D

ahhhh thank you i love the banner!! i was soooo excited for it bc i finally figured out how to edit gifs on photoshop which is a GAME CHANGER (had to stop myself from making gifs for all my fics bc my computer actually can’t handle the processing so now i need to update the hardware skdjaldks but that’s another story) anyways ahhh i’m happy to hear that you’re excited for it! i hope it meets your expectations <3

man, my wips, i wish i could i just crank them all out bc i wanna know what happens askdlal i’ve been saying this a lot lately, but i’m like, WHAT HAPPENS and i have to respond to myself like IDK U TELL ME and my internal monologue is just that back and forth 💀 but i think that’s a great lead in to your ask game question:

🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write? honestly, it usually just kind of hits me at random times. some days, i have so many ideas and so i’ll plot everything out but i won’t actually write, so i’ll leave it for a while and then maybe come back to it when i get too impatient with myself. other days, if i feel stuck, what i’ll do is just kind of word vomit my thoughts and go back and edit everything later, or feel out the vibes. but i feel you, writing is honestly very hard, especially if the motivation just isn’t there :’( but i think my best advice is to just get ideas out of your head and onto theoretical paper!! then just start typing even if it’s just your thoughts like “uh idk what to write but maybe if kdjflsfjlkas”

omg no i feel that, before i upgraded my phone, my camera roll was just full of photos (and also pics of sf9 and svt LOL). but i just made a thread on my twt abt my fave photos and i’d be happy to share them :)) (see below)

mmm i won’t say anything abt vincenzo until you start it back up again ;) but friends!! that reminds me, i need to watch the reunion ep!!??! not ready to cry tho :’)

i hAD a sleep schedule at some point in my life, but now... it’s messed up again LOL but i’m in the mountain time zone in the states ! so 1 hour ahead of PST if that’s any help kdljasf but i hope you’re getting rest and sleep!! i’m a big advocate for sleep and rest so !!!!!!!!!!

anyways, sending my love as always <3

EDIT: JUST REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THE PHOTOS HOLD ON DKJLASKLADS

EDIT 2: okay here we go

#cheolbooluvr asks #cheolbooluvr 🌙 anon

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shra-vasti · 4 years

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Word count : 1.4k

Pairing : wonwoo x reader

Warnings : mention of death, drugs, club and crime

Genre : Crime fanfiction, angst, fluff, romance, drama

Chapter : 04 l previous l next

Synopsis : After getting arrested for allegedly killing 2 people you find yourself joining CIA to find out who the real culprit is. With a criminal background yourself how will you gain trust of the CIA and find out the real killer?

A/N : Hello everyone. This is my first time writing on Tumblr and I still don't know how it works so please bare with me. Any sort of gifs and photos used in this book isn't mine it's credit goes to their respective owners except for the cover of book. This idea is purely based on my imagination and any sort of resemblance to any other book or imagine is purely coincidental. I hope you will enjoy the book as much as I will enjoy writing it. Thank you. Enjoy the reading <3

After reaching the CIA headquarters Seungcheol left you in your lonesome to carry out some work which needs to be taken care of by him.

You were currently seated on a large couch placed at the lobby. Your baggage was sent to a condo you were going to live for the upcoming days.

You took a look at your surrounding, not many people enterainted this area of the headquarters.

'Maybe they are too busy in their own work to come sit at the lobby' you thought.

Unconsciously your feet started tapping on the floor as you bit your lips nervously since it was your first time stepping in the CIA headquarters.

You decided to get up and have a look at the room till Seungcheol comes back.

The headquarters were well planned and it felt as if the machineries and equipments used here were 100 years ahead of today's technology.

You were so engrossed in looking at the surroundings that you didn't realise you were going to bump into someone.

Two delicate hands grabbed both of your shoulders making you stop your steps and you turn around.

"Oh sorry I wasn't looking where I was going."

You bowed politely as soon as you turn without sparing a look at the person in front of you.

"It's totally fine."

You straightened yourself taking in the appearance of the girl standing in front of you.

She was a bit shorter than you, her hair wavy which reached till her mid back, her eyes were round, small lips and a small nose.

She smiled gently at you. She looked really delicate and friendly making you smile back at her.

"I'm Cynthia, what about you?"

You repeated her name complimenting her as you told her yours.

"You seem to be badly bruised, are you okay?" she asked as she looked at you concerned.

"It's fine. I have been taken care of." you replied as you laughed to make the awkwardness less.

"Why are you here, given that not anyone can enter the headquarters without any supervision?"

She tilt her head, getting confused as to who you were and what you were doing in the headquarters.

"She's the girl whose case we have been handed to and she's a part of this case now."

Both of you turned around at the voice of Seungcheol approaching you.

He handed you your ID card which you will be using from now on whenever you were going to enter in the building, you took it and immediately put it in your back pocket.

Cynthia's eyes widened at that looking at you in alarm and then back at Seungcheol in confusion.

"I'll tell you everything once everyone is already here." Seungcheol continued.

"Everyone is already here? I thought only both of us were given the opportunity to handle this case?"

"This isn't as simple as it may seem Cynthia. You'll know once the meeting will start.

Meeting Room

You were seated on the chairs of the gaint table placed at the middle of the meeting room which had a gaint projector screen at the head of the table where Seungcheol sat.

You look at Seungcheol who was explaining the story of how you got involved and how he wanted you along with your friends to join the CIA to Cynthia, who kept looking in between you, your friends and Seungcheol who were present at the meeting room.

"Why do you need us for this case is beyond my understanding." exclaimed Woozi after Seungcheol was done talking with Cynthia.

"This isn't a simple murder case as far as I know and I think it's digs more deeper so I want you guys to help me in this case because you have a criminal background and you know how to hide well so you guys will work for us and give information about the things going inside the criminal world if necessary also I have heard great stories about you from your friend here you would be of great help. "

"Shall we continue with the observation and evidences found by police for further investigation?" everyone nodded at Cynthia's words.

The door of the meeting room opened with a loud thud as a group of girls and boys of maybe your age entered.

They were thirteen in number as you did the head count.

You could clearly hear Cynthia gasp at their arrival as you looked at her in question.

Each of them proceeded to take the remaining empty chair. Their whole auro could tell they were professional with everyone of them eyeing each other in confusion.

"Meet the whole team of Special CIA officers amongst the whole world. They are the chosen ones you can say."

Aside from you and your other four friends everyone nodded at you guys as they looked in Seungcheol's direction.

Why was the entire special officers team would be needed for this case?

"Each one of you will have a file which will contain all of the information about the people in this room and also about the evidences and clues about the murders. We will be working on this case together so make yourself familiar with each other."

You took the files and pass it around till everyone had one with them.

"Half of us present here are official CIA officers while the other half are the people chosen by CIA's special officers for the help or ethical experts as I may say. Woozi you and your team is a part of ethical experts now and I hope you guys will cooperate with us if you don't want to be wrongly assumed as murderers and go to jail."

Woozi rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement Seungcheol actually went ahead and recorded your interrogation and your confessions and you really have no clue where he kept it for you to erase the evidence of you being the criminal.

Just how much more stupid were you going to get?

"Since there are many of us we will divide each others in team and different people will lead the different team but I'll be the general leader of you as per the orders."

Everyone nodded at Seungcheol's words and opened their files.

"Jianqiao, Wonwoo, Woozi will handle the intelligence department. You guys will collect all the information you can find through databases and hacking. Wonwoo you will be handling this team."

You assumed the guy with glasses was Wonwoo since he nodded at Seungcheol's word. You caught your eye the moment he stepped in. You can tell with his nerdy yet cool form that he is good at what he does along with the girl Jianqiao who was seated beside him.

You were quite good with your memory so it was easy for you to memorise their names.

"Next up we have Sharon, Seungkwan, Chan, Jeonghan and Vernon as our snippers, you'll help in investigating the areas and protecting through weapons if needed. Sharon I hope you will be okay with leading this team?"

"For sure." the girl has her hair in a bob and voice so soft that no one will expect her to be a Snipper.

You looked at everyone whose name was called laughing as you saw Jeonghan's pained expression. His lazy ass would never like doing things aside from sleeping.

"Ivy, Minghao, Mingyu, Me and Hoshi will be the Melee team. And I hope you know what you will do I don't think there's any need of explanation. I'll be leading the team."

Everyone nodded their head. They will be the incharge of fighting hand to hand whenever in need as in the lookout so that everyone else is protected.

"Cynthia will be in charge of the hospital aid aside from being a Snipper and Evelyn will be the makeover artist along with being with intelligence team."

"Now the last the remaining will be our undercover agents."

You look towards the people remaining.

"This team will have Jun, Dk, Joshua, Suzy and you as our undercover agents and will help in getting information about the victims and go undercover of necessary." He said pointing at you.

You nodded you could do that if provided enough guidance.

"The people who don't have training will be given the training about their respective teams and since we have 10 official CIA officers those 10 officers will be assigned one with one non official member so that they won't try any funny business and guide them throughout the case understood?"

"Yes leader." everyone of us screamed as Seungcheol flinched due to sudden noise making everyone else laugh at his misery.

"I'll assign you your partner after we discuss about the case."

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