#literally wanted to do hair practice and it turned into him soooooo. she’s just in my mind

[dotcircledot]

stars in her hair

#good omens #crowley #good omens fanart #aziraphale braided it for him #i’m honestly just trying to get out of artblock hudhhgehhd #aziraphale if you squint #which automatically means aziracrow #literally cannot draw them apart #i love his wings tbh also long haired crowley forever #literally wanted to do hair practice and it turned into him soooooo. she’s just in my mind #dotcircledotart

[harryconcepts]

part 71

bestie harry who absolutely hates your bf 😌 when you're at a bar with him and harry shows up a bit later with some friends he's coming right over to see you 😌 he's all "this guy bothering you?" about your bf and you're laughing but your bf is soooo pissed off 😌 Harry's putting his arm around you giving you a kiss on the cheek saying "hi sweet girl" acting like he's your man and he has absolutely no respect for your bf standing two feet away 😌 Harry's bigger and taller anyways so he knows he would win in a fight 😌 he's waving down the bartender to buy you another drink even when your bf tries to say "I'm buying for her" harry just completely ignores him 😌 by the end of the night your bf is so pissed off he literally just leaves without you, you're watching like ???? because he's you're ride home so you turn to harry and he shrugs saying "shame" and then he gets himself a water saying "guess i better sober up since I'll be bringing you home 😌" and that sounds like a wonderful plan to you 😌 you both end up going back to his house to watch a movie and when you're all cuddled up to him on the couch you say "you would never do that to me, would you?" and he hums, looking down at you to say "do what sweet girl?" and you say "leave me at a bar" and he sighs, knowing you're a little more upset than you let on, and he says "of course not, I would treat my girl how she deserves to be treated" and you smile and cuddle a little closer to him 😌 a little later in the night you've both fallen asleep on the couch, but you wake up to your phone ringing and you see that it's your bf. you sigh and say "what should i do" and he shrugs saying "whatever you want, i guess" so you decline the call, then say "he'll come looking for me" and harry says "that's okay, i could take him 😌" and you know he'll keep you safe 😌

whatever you do DON'T think about harry eating you out and how his nose rubs against your clit and how he would hold your hips so tight to keep you still and how he would stop you from grinding against his face just to tease you 🤕 how he would mock you gently for being soooo needy bc he just loves to hear you beg 🤕 just don't think about it just don't 🤕

no bc imagine how feral harry gets when you're pregnant.... you're his beautiful wife carrying his baby and he's just so obsessed with you 😋 your hormones are a little wild and you're all over him and he is more than happy to give you anything you want, however many times you want it 😋

harry when you start talking about babies 😋 he would be so sweet to you always, being all "have to be so good to my pretty wife, my pretty wife who's gonna give me a baby" 😋 and when you're "practicing" as he loves to say he would be all "gonna cum for me, my sweet girl? give me a good one and I'll give you a baby" and he's holding you so close and giving it to you soooooo good 😋 and when he cums in you he would absolutely push it back in with his fingers, shushing you gently when you whine from how sensitive it is and saying "just wanna make sure it really worked" and he's just feral😋

i feel like harry would love that you sleep naked 🫶🏻 he's like oh 😌 I like this 😌 this is nice 😌 putting his hands veeeery gently on your boobs just to hold them 🫶🏻

but think about that scruff being.... places 🤕 how it would burn just a little on your thighs and you wince, he would immediately stop and be doting on you all "what's the matter sweet girl ☹️" and you brush your thumb over his chin and say "it's just prickly" and he's getting up saying "I'll go shave right now" but you stop him and say "I like it... just be gentle please" and he would be so feral 🤕 the way some of the little hairs would brush against your clit and get you even closer and then he would be able to taste you for a while after 🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕

no he would always be so eager to please you 😋 always begging you to sit on his face or to let him use toys on you, he doesn't care he just wants to be good for you 😋

no he would take your clothes off with his teeth 🤭 just think... him kissing down your neck whispering "pretty, pretty girl" and smirking at how you whine and tangle your fingers in his hair 🤭 he would say "can i take this off?" with his fingers running over your sides soooo gently and teasingly and you're stuttering to say yes and that only makes him move slower 🤭 he would kiss down your throat and his fingers move to the buttons but then he stops for a second and his hands go back to your sides, you whimper and say "please stop teasing I just want-" and he shushes you saying "I'm gonna take care of you, you know I always do sweet girl... be patient hm?" with his nose dragging along the skin of your collarbone 🤭 finally his face is low enough and right when you're about to beg again he starts using his mouth to undo the buttons and you're about to pass out from how hot that is 🤭 you're gripping his hair so tight and trying to stay still so he can work but you can't help but move your hips against his a little 🤭 he doesn't mind though 🤭 he just keeps working and finally gets all of the buttons undone and when he lifts his head you're looking at him like 😶 basically begging with your eyes 🤭 he just smiles and says "you're still wearing far too many clothes" and he kisses down your tummy to get to the button on your jeans 🤭

getting into a fight with harry 😔 maybe it's one of the first times you have an argument in your relationship and you're both just so upset over it because you both hate fighting but things just boiled over 😔 and I think he would definitely never yell or raise his voice but he knows things are getting really heated so before either of you can say anything hurtful he just takes a deep breath and says "i need to go for a bit... I'm going to go for a walk, I just need some time" and you're so upset over that but he says "I'm not leaving, and i promise I'll be back i just- I need some time to myself" and with that he's out the door and you're in tears already 😔 he comes back a few hours later and you're on the couch wrapped in a blanket, he comes over to you and sits down but he keeps some space between the two of you and that hurts more than anything else 😔 he hands you a cup of coffee from your favorite shop and it's quiet for a minute before he says "I'm sorry" and you're already interrupting him saying "no i should be apologizing-" but he cuts you off, shaking his head and saying "just let me talk? please?" so you nod, and he sighs saying "i shouldn't have said any of the things i did, and I'm very sorry about anything I said that hurt your feelings... I never ever want to hurt my girl like that" and you're trying to hard the little tears in your eyes but you're not doing the best job 😔 and he feels like crying too just from seeing you so sad but he knows it's not the time 😔 he takes a shaky breath and says "so if you want me to leave for the night i understand, just give me a minute to get some things and then I'll be out of your hair" and he's already getting up from the couch but before he can even take a step you're saying "no, please don't- I want you to stay" and he's a little surprised, he thought maybe you'd want some time away from him after you were so unkind to each other but he says "of course, I'll do whatever you want, always" and before he can say anything else you're getting up to give him a big hug 😔 your voice is muffled against his chest when you say "I never want you to leave.... I don't care how mad I get i still want you to stay with me" and at that he really can't help crying a little bit, he just loves you so much 😔 knowing you're his girl and no matter what, you can always work things out with him😔

wailing and sobbing and screaming thinking about how harry is always so respectful during sex ... always making sure it's okay to touch you or take clothes off and always asking before he does anything and always checking in with you to make sure you're doing okay and feeling good 😭🤕🫥👹👺

don't think about making out with Harry and don't think about how he would feel you getting restless under him and don't think about how he would smile against your lips and murmur "does my baby want something?" and don't think about how he would be so cocky when you just whine and don't think about how he would slip his fingers into your panties and don't think about how he would mockingly gasp and then say "you're wet, love" and don't think about how he would say "want me to do something about that?" and he would move his fingers so slow and teasing until you finally say yes and tell him what you want 🤕

I am actually embarrassingly ticklish like i can not handle having someone even touch my stomach or neck bc I will scream and i fear... i fear harry would take advantage of that 🤕 he would love to hear your laugh more than anything else so he would allllways be coming up and teasing his fingers over your sides because he thinks it's so funny how you squirm away 🤕 he would smile so big saying "oh yeah? that tickles?" and you're laughing too hard to even answer but he just says "what's that? can't hear you baby, use your words for me" 🤕🤕🤕 he just loves your body and loves to make you laugh 🤕

the first time you and harry have sex after saying i love you 🤕he would be so emotional and needy and he just wants to feel close 🤕 he would nudge his nose against yours and say "love you so much, my sweet girl" and then he would make you cum for him 🤕

i fear harry gets a little turned on when you cry... when he's made you cum three times and he has to hold your hips down to keep you still bc you keep trying to squirm away from how intense it is, but he has such a good grip on you that all you can do is lay there and cry about it 🤕 when his fingers brush over your sensitive skin again you're shaking your head and you manage to get out "no more, I can't anymore" and he would stop touching for a bit, he would come up to look at you and pout gently saying "need me to stop? we can be done if it's too much, pretty girl" and he thumbs away the tears 🤕 you take a second to breathe and then say "no, I don't want to stop" and he would smile and say "that's my girl, taking everything so good aren't you?" and he nudges his nose against yours for a kiss 🤕 while his lips distract you his fingers slip down again and when he brushes them over your clit you let out a pathetic little cry against his lips because it's just so much and with the way he's laying on you you can't even squirm 🤕 he would pull away to look at you and then pout even more, wiping away the fresh tears and murmuring "such a crybaby for me, hm?" while his fingers keep working 🤕 then he would say "that's okay, I like it when you cry for me" and dig his fingers a little deeper 🤕

harry knowing you have to have the blankets tucked just right or the bed made a certain way or you can't sleep, he would think it's so cute 🥹 you would apologize saying "I know it's a whole process I'll be done soon sorry" and he would say "no, it's good that you know what you need to be comfortable" and he would help you get everything settled so you can lay down together 🥹

the way Harry would get so sad if you weren't communicating well with each other 😔 he would give you a hug and say "sweet girl, we don't do this... I need you to talk to me, I need you to tell me what's going on" and he would make sure you two get lots of time alone where you can just be with each other without any pressure or stress 😔

the way Harry would always make sex about you 🤕making sure you're feeling so good bc he just wants to please his girl 🤕 he would always say stuff like "I want to give you whatever you want, my pretty girl deserves whatever she wants" 🤕 sometimes you get worried maybe it's taking too long and he's getting tired but he would always shush you and say "I don't care how long it takes, I'm not going anywhere until you're ready for me to stop" 🤕 he's so gentle with you because he just wants to please you always 🤕

hm... he's posted multiple signs about wanting attention... i fear he is obsessed with giving you all his attention and teasing you for being so needy even though he actually loves it... he's always saying stuff like "my girl is so needy for me, hm? just wants all my attention, doesn't she... let's see if you can handle it then 😋" mocking you soooo gently but still being sweet and giving you whatever you want 🤕

harry would love to help you find out what you like 😁 he would be all over you whispering "we can go slow... i want to take my time with you, learn what makes you moan" 😁

i fear harry has a b*gging kink first and foremost and he refuses to give you anything you want until you "beg pretty for it" and he would be so mean too, edging you until you're near tears and then he would smile against your skin and say "I know you can do better than that, I want to hear you beg- you know i can do this all night" and he really can, he'll hold out on you for as long as he wants until you give in 🤕

idk if you've talked about this before but prosecco y/n would definitely joke w Harry and call him old man 😭 even tho they're only a few years apart and he knows she's in love with him she would love to rile him up by saying "come on old man it's time for bed" and he would be acting all fake offended saying "old? get over here, I'll show you old" and then absolutely rock her shit 🤕

...proof that he would hold out on you until you're good for him 🤕 he would absolutely edge you and make you squirm until you're begging and pleading him to just let you cum already and he would smirk against your skin saying "gonna be a good girl for me then?" and you nod, he would smile and say "then I guess you get what you want" 🤕🤕🤕

... harry bending you over 😵‍💫 he would talk so filthy before he even does anything, he would say "want me to be rough with you? want me to bend you over? filthy little thing, aren't you" and he would do it 😵‍💫 he would hold onto your hips to keep you still and he would be so cocky when you push back to get him to go harder 😵‍💫 he would be all "so sweet for everyone else, but you're such a little slut for me" 😵‍💫

it's snowing again 🥹 i know you hate snow but just think of laying with harry on the couch while it snows and you sip hot chocolate with extra marshmallows watching a show together 🥹 it's so cold and gross outside but that doesn't matter because you're with him and he's keeping you warm 🥹

starting the semester and finding out you have a few classes with plugrry 😋 you're very surprised to see him but obviously not complaining when he walks up and asks if the seat next to you is taken 😋 you're all "no, it's open" and he sits 😋 then the next time you have class he gets there before you, when you go to sit you see he has two cups of coffee on the table 😋 he slides one towards you and says "good morning" softly, you smile and don't question how he got your order exactly right 😋 from then on he brings you coffee every morning, even when you say he doesn't have to he's all "i don't mind, i like seeing you smile" and that has you bluuuushing 😋

okay.... he would find your little vibrator in your bedside table and decide it's his mission to try it out on you.... he would have so much fun thinking about all the ways he could use it and all the ways you would react... one day when youre kissing in your bed he would pull away and be all 😏wanna try something 😏 and he always makes you feel so good so you agree, then he reaches over and opens the drawer and pulls it out and you're blushing so hard it hurts saying "how did you-?" but he just says "i just know these things, I know how girls work 😌" then he would say "so can we try it 😁" and you say yes because you know he'll make you cum so hard 😌he says "lay back then, I'm gonna make my pretty girl feel so good" and he would be so teasing 😌 he would for sure touch it against one of your nipples to have you squirming and making some pretty noises for him, then he would trace it down your tummy and finally put it where you want it 😌 he would have to hold your hips down because you're moving so much but he doesn't mind 😌 and he would tease you the whole time, when you're feeling so good and too out of it to talk he's cooing "does that feel nice sweet girl?" and kissing at your cheeks 😌 you claw at his arm when you're close and he's all "i know, it feels so good doesn't it? want to see you cum for me" and he clicks the setting up higher 😌

angel swearing during sex 🤕 aster would be sooooo cocky knowing she never talks like that but he can get those words out of her 🤕 he knows he's fucking her just right and hitting all the right spots when she starts letting out little breaths of "fuck, fuck, fuck" into his shoulder 🤕 and he would tease her so much saying "oh, that's not a nice word from such a sweet girl" and that only makes her whine more 🤕 he would smirk and say "that's alright, I'll let it slide since you sound so pretty saying it" but he would be so condescending knowing he's the only one who can get her so out of it 🤕

being so shy to ask for him to bend you over because it's so dirty but you know it feels so good 😵‍💫 and he would never give it to you until you ask because he likes teasing first 😵‍💫 then finally when you say the words and you're blushing so hard he would be so feral 😵‍💫 he would have one hand gripping your hip and the other reaching around to play with your clit and tease you even more 😵‍💫

aster would so tease angel when she's more confident about sex and asking for what she wants 🤕 ofc he's never mean or making fun of her but just a little mocking bc he can't help it 🤕 he would be all "what happened to my shy girl, hm? you used to be so sweet and innocent, now you're asking for me to-" and she would cover his mouth with her hand bc she knows he's going to say something filthy 🤕 he would grin and pull her hand away, saying "you know I'll give you anything you want, all you have to do is ask, pretty baby" and he would run his thumb over her blushy cheek 🤕

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles/reader #harry styles/you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry concept #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine

[oikaw-ugh]

Unexpected Bloom. (Kageyama x Reader)

Soulmate AU: Wherein if your soulmate gets a wound or cut, flowers bloom of the same spot on your body.

Summary: As the newest manager of Karasuno, you were asked by your senior Kiyoko to escort Kageyama towards the school clinic after getting himself injured in the middle of a practice match.

a/n: The title is so ugly I want to: puke. Plus, this is a prompt I found on Pinterest soooooo it’s not my original idea. But please enjoy!

“I’m fine!” Kageyama scowled at Tanaka when Tanaka pulled him back when he attempted to walk towards the court.

“No, you’re not,” Tsukishima objects, adjusting his glasses in the process, “The King is hurt by Hinata’s serve,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I said I’m fine-” Kageyama winces, his hand flying towards his nape.

“See?” Tsukishima scoffs as he crossed his arms on his chest, “The King is literally lying.”

You closed the chiller containing the drinks for the volleyball boys, inviting yourself to the spot where the Karasuno team are gathering.

“Kageyama, I think we should pull you out from the court,” Daichi says, his fingers on his chin.

“But, Daichi-senpai, I’m really alright-”

“Kageyama,” Takeda-sensei spoke lowly.

One word from him and Kageyama fell silent, looking down as he curled his palms into a fist. Not knowing what is going on, you pulled the hem of your senior Kiyoko’s jacket.

“Kiyoko-senpai,” you muttered, making sure your voice is low enough so the boys couldn’t hear you, “What happened?”

Kiyoko gives you a small smile as she adjusted her glasses, “We requested for a time out. Hinata’s serve accidentally landed on Kageyama’s neck. It’s looking bad so they want him to pull out from the game for first aid,” she explained.

You nodded, slowly turning your gaze towards Kageyama who seemed like a lost puppy as he silently took Takeda-sensei’s lecture seconded with Suga-senpai’s and Daichi-senpai’s, too.

“You will come back on the late game after you go to the clinic,” Takeda-sensei says with finality, not giving Kageyama the chance to object.

“Yes, Sir,” Kageyama regretfully said, his eyes glaring at the air.

“Y/N will accompany you towards the clinic.”

“Huh?” you exclaimed as you look at Kiyoko’s hands on your shoulders.

The whole team immediately looks at you, making you melt in your spot. The overwhelming attention you are receiving from the men makes you want to run away. You scratched your nape in embarrassment.

You look at Kageyama who is now staring at you. His lips still pursed tightly and his eyes still in a glare, but you noticed how his ears are now incredibly red.

Without even saying a word, Kageyama nods and walks away from the group, heading towards the exit of the gym. Bowing in front of your seniors, you then followed Kageyama.

You can feel your heart slightly raising with the fact that Kageyama’s literally in front of you. You feel the sudden change of your heartbeat’s pace and how your stomach started to churn. Your palms slightly sweaty along with your forehead.

You’d like to think it was because you ran in and out from the gym, filling the drinks and all but no. You knew it was because you are with Kageyama and the only thing you can do is to pray that he wouldn’t realize how scrambled you are with him around.

“W-We’re here,” you managed to say amidst your internal chaos. You knocked on the clinic’s door thrice before sliding the door to the side.

The clinic nurse immediately attended to you and you explained what had happened. It is a mystery to you how you were able to talk in front of the nurse so well even when you feel yourself getting stabbed by Kageyama’s stares.

“Place this at your nape,” the nurse instructs as he hands Kageyama a towel with ice inside, “Give it ten minutes or so and you may go,” the nurse added before going back towards her table.

And now you’re stuck with this awkward situation! With Kageyama sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, his right hand holding the towel, and you sitting on an empty chair, your hands pressed firmly on your thighs as your feet fidget underneath your shoes.

Feeling an itch on your nape, you scratched while saying, “Does it still hurt?” you asked him, patting yourself for being able to strike a conversation with him.

He looks at you, the glare dissolving, turning in to a flat stare. He licked his lower lip before looking down again, “No, it doesn’t.”

You nodded, still scratching your nape, “Don’t worry. Ten minutes and you’re free to go. You can join them again!” you said in the attempts of cheering him up.

“I guess...” He mutters as he slowly glances at you, his brows relaxing as he casts a soft smile, “Thank you...Y/N.”

Oh, God. Why did he have to smile? You couldn’t help but ask in your head. You immediately looked away while chuckling awkwardly as you feel your cheeks burn and your fidgeting getting more intense.

“It’s...It’s fine...You’re welcome-” you stopped mid sentence, “Ow!”

You abruptly stood from your seat as the faint itchy sensation on your neck stung you out of nowhere. You reached for your neck, scratching it for the nth time.

“Y/N?” Kageyama asks upon seeing your sudden move, “Are you alright?”

“I-I am...” you said with an awkward smile, “It’s just...It’s itchy. Like there’s a bug or something.”

“Are you sure?” Kageyama asked, standing up from his seat, dropping the towel on to the bed.

“I guess...” you told him. You scooped your hair, placing them at your right shoulder as you turn around, your back facing Kageyama. You pulled your hair tighter to expose your nape more, “Can you check?” you asked him.

“Sure-” you felt Kageyama froze, his fingertips slightly touching your nape.

Wondering why he stopped, you gave him a side glance, “Kageyama? The bug?” you asked him.

He looked at you, his eyes seemingly...afraid? Or nervous? You couldn’t tell. He batted his eyes before speaking, “It’s...It’s not a bug...”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Really? What is it?”

He gulped, his eyes looking more and more hesitant, “It’s a-”

“Oh? Kageyama, why did you take off the towel? It’s less than five minutes yet,” the nurse must’ve noticed how you two are now standing in the middle of the room. She stood from her seat, walking towards you two’s direction.

“Is everything alright-oh!” you saw how the nurse’s face beamed when she saw your nape, “A flower!” she exclaimed, plucking a petal from your nape as she gave it to you, “A flower bloomed from your nape! Your soulmate must’ve recently got them self wounded or something.”

You couldn’t speak as you stare at the red rose petal in your palms, your eyes wide as you feel numb all over the place. Your heart stammering as you look around Kageyama once more, only to see him equally as flustered as you are with his red cheeks and batting eyes.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyū!! #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu kageyama #kageyama tobio #haikyuu karasuno #kageyama x you #kageyama x y/n #kageyama x reader #kageyama fluff #haikyuu soulmate au #kageyama soulmate au #i just want to feel karasuno

[violetnotez]

Class 1-A During Quarantine

This is just pure crack because I’m really hating social distancing rn

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Alrightie so just imagine UA getting shut down and all of Class 1-A has to tolerate each other 24/7 non stop because their stuck together in the dorms

Idk if this would really happen or they would just be sent home but JUST IMAGINE KAY

All hell breaks loose at the news-

Some (Mina, Uraraka, Kirishima) are trying to optimistic about the whole thing (“At least we won’t be getting sick!” “It’ll be fun to hang out more and get to know each other better!”)

Some take it a little harder

Bakugo is flipping is SHIT because there is no way he is going to be around all these extras for who knows how long

There are two types of freak outs at the news that school is going to be having a slight break for a while-

All of Dekusquad is practically sobbing- no school?!? Will we get set back?!? What about hero training!!?

Immediately starts planning study and training sessions

All of Bakusquad is FLIPPING THEIR SHIT-NO SCHOOL HECK YEAH

Kaminari, Kirishima, and Mina are just pumping their fists in their air and screaming “YEAH!”

But they get SOOOOOO depressed when Aizawa says they’d have to do video lessons and that school would still be in session-at some point

Shoto really thinks this is all a hoax and has crazy conspiracy theories concocted about the whole thing

Will tell everyone and anyone who will listen

He will sit in his room surrounded by papers and his laptop on full brightness in the dark as he tracks the stats and pieces his theory together

Tsuyu and Uraraka takes this SOOO seriously

Sweet babies don’t wanna get sick!

Washes their hands, socially distances themselves

If you run out of any type of essentials-soap,tissues, etc-they got you covered tho they are more than happy to share

Iida takes it WAY TOO GODDAMN SERIOSULY

You would think he’s preparing for World War 3

He tries to ration out crap that really doesn’t need to be

What a shocker when you go to the bathroom and see that each individual square of toilet paper is stacked up near the toilet and not on the roll

The adjacent “Take only a few!” Sign makes you roll your eyes big time

Pretty much everyone in Class 1-A ignores Iidas annoying preaching about “social disntancing” and “washing your hands” and look to Momo for help

She is very educated about the whole thing and researches her crap all the time, giving everyone accurate tips and statistics about the disease

Kinda of the mama bear through all of it-also completely open to sharing, or if your feeling kinda anxious about the situation she is happy to sit and talk with you to ease your mind

Kirishima as well-he is a big softie and would do anything for his friends! If your feeling scared, this rock boy has got you!!! He’ll try his best to make you feel better

Kaminari and Sero are the biggest crackheads-they don’t see this as a pandemic but as an excuse to turn into hermits and play videogames all day

Their sleep schedules are JACKED

You once found Kamianri eating “dinner” at 5 o’clock in the morning

Honestly scared for those two-itll be past midnight and their rooms will be completely dark except for the lights of the TV screen coming from cracks under their doors and loud gun noises

Sato makes BOMB food though- all of the Class is eating nice and proper because of him

Also takes extra special measures to make sure he doesn’t spread any germs, so it’s honestly safer than regular food

Jiro is jamming to music the whole time-she is not saying hi to anyone, if you wanna say hi to her that’s chill, but she’s is not coming out of her room

Toru swears on her FUCKING LIFE she is going to die-but honestly nobody can see her and accidentally touch her so she’s okay, but she overrracts BIG TIME

Everyone knows where she is at because there is always a floating can of Lysol

Oh my god keep your doors locked because Mineta is going to use this time to try out every nasty perverted trick in the book

He’s lonely and horny what do u expect

Will sneak into rooms, try and set up cameras-really wierd stuff

Even Kaminari told him to chill out because his plans were getting kinda nasty

Bakugo-ohhh this BOI IS FUMING

Will wanna kick Corona in the face

He is SICK of everyone talking about it

His freak outs are hilarious- “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES NO TOILET PAPER?!? WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE WANTING TOILET PAPER?!? IF U RUN OUT JUST USE GODDAMN PAPER TOWELS!!!!”

Bakugo calm your tits

Izuku is the smartest one about it-uses his time to study, prepare for future exams, and keep his body in tip top shape

Calls his Mom like every other day along with Shoto and Kirishima

The ones getting calls from their families is Bakugo and Kaminari

Everyone knows Bakugo is on the phone with his mother is when he starts screaming “Old hag!” And yelling a lot more

Kaminari gets kinda embarrassed because his family always wants to FaceTime and everytime a girl enters the screen they flip their shit and start asking really loudly if their dating

Pray for Aizawa tho

His nerves are gonna be wrecked because he’s gonna be so worried about the class

He knows exactly which kids are gonna freak out about it so he makes sure to always drop by and tell the class that if they needed to talk he was more than willing to listen

Oh but the moment Skyping lessons becomes a thing-he is going to literally wanna rip his hair out the chaotic mess that is his class is going to destroy his patience

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Hope this made some of you guys feel a little better and pls-STAY SAFE AND HEALTHY!!! ☺️

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[momentofmemory]

FICTOBER 2020 - day nine

Prompt #9: “Will you look at this?”

Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Characters: Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds

Words: 1650

Author’s Note: Michelle’s in charge of AcaDec, which really shouldn’t be that much responsibility—except, of course, it is. Set a couple months post-HOCO, spring semester. Michelle POV.

>> i promise i’ll promise

“What is the melting point of mercury?”

Charles’s bell rings instantly, and its sound waves have hardly have the chance to make it to the back wall and bounce back before he’s following it with his answer. “Negative thirty-eight point eight celsius, or negative thirty-seven point nine Fahrenheit. Or two hundred thirty-four point three Kelvin. Or—”

“Correct,” MJ says, forestalling any further commentary. “No points. What does the term ‘amensalism’ refer to in—”

“Wait, rewind?”

MJ glances up over her notes at Charles.

“I got it right,” he says, “so why don’t I get points for it?”

Michelle sighs, blowing a stray piece of hair away from her face. She writes an extra study note next to his name. “The melting point of mercury is negative thirty-eight point eight, but if you'd paid attention to your flashcards, you’d know the Basic Guide says it’s positive six hundred and fifty degrees celsius. Presumably because they confused it with magnesium. So, the answer you should give is positive six hundred and fifty degrees celsius.”

Michelle doesn’t bother looking up when no one responds—the silence communicates her team’s confusion all on its own.

She flips to the next card.

“Soooooo.” It’s Betty’s voice this time. “You want us to give the wrong answer on purpose?”

“Does your textbook still describe Columbus arriving in America as discovering a new land instead of starting a mass genocide?”

“Uh—”

“Great, so now that we’ve established we’re cool with lying for grades, next question. Amensalism. Any takers?”

Charles’s previous enthusiasm for the bell must have evaporated, because her question is once again met with silence.

“The correct answer is ‘a relationship between species that harms one with no effect on the other,’” Michelle says. Then she gathers up the cards and straightens them by tapping the deck against the table. “We’re done with practice questions for today; break for individual study. And for the future, please cross-reference your answers and if you come across one that’s incorrect, memorize both the correct and stated answer and let me know about it for the record.”

The seven students on the stage just stare at her.

“So like.” MJ gestures towards the study tables. “Dismissed.”

She watches them slink off the stage and set up around the room, some in clusters of two and others preferring to study alone. Mr. Harrington’s out sick and the teacher that’s supposed to be helping is… incompetent, judging by the fact that she’s been snoring for the last fifteen minutes, so that just leaves Michelle in charge today.

It’s not a great day for that.

MJ sighs again, then swipes the Music Basic Guide off the desk and walks over to where Ned’s texting furiously in the far corner.

“Hey.”

Ned doesn’t seem to notice her. MJ reaches out over the table and then abruptly drops the book, which is considerably hefty, directly in front of him with a loud bang.

“Whoa!” Ned jerks upright. “Hi?”

MJ nods towards the phone. “That Peter?”

“Uh.” He tilts the phone away, suddenly very interested in her not seeing the screen. “Yeah. He uh, he said he’s on his way.”

“He always says that,” Michelle says. “Tell him MJ says that she’s highly aware of his growing absences—not in like, a creepy stalker kinda way—but in a she will literally kick him out of AcaDec kinda way. We only have nine spots and we need them all at one hundred percent if we’re going to win this year.”

“Good thing I’m here then!”

MJ turns just in time to see Peter, red-faced and breathless, slide into the seat next to her.

He drops his book bag onto the table—the noise once again startling Ned—and then has the audacity to ask, “Did I miss anything?”

She stares at him. “You’re half an hour late, Peter.”

“Which is still earlier than I was yesterday—”

“You realize that makes your argument worse, right?”

“—and Ned filled me in on pretty much everything, so, no need to backtrack for me.”

MJ pins Ned under the weight of her stare. “Oh he did, did he?”

Ned doesn’t even have the decency to look guilty about it, though he does shove his phone in his pocket awfully quickly. “You know what, now that we’ve established that I’m a great friend and teammate, I’m going to be even better and get us some snacks.”

Michelle’s eyes widen. “Ned, wait—”

“I’ll just run to the vending machine and back, don’t wait for me to get started!”

Ned then grabs his bag and is headed out of the room before she or Peter can get a word in, leaving both of them alone.

Michelle folds her arms on the table and lays her head in her hands, and groans.

Peter, mercifully and uncharacteristically, is quiet. After a few moments she hears his chair scrape against the linoleum floor as he finds a more comfortable position, and then the sound of the zipper on his backpack as he pulls out his study cards.

Michelle closes her eyes and ignores all the things she needs to fix, and probably all the eyes that’re pretending not to stare.

“So,” Peter says, somehow almost immediately after her heart stops pounding in her ears, “wrong answers, huh?”

“So many.” MJ drags her head back up and draws patterns on the table with her finger. “Or at least three, I guess. There’s probably more I haven’t found yet.”

“Still, the fact that you noticed them at all is really cool,” Peter says. “You’re good at detail stuff.”

“Or maybe just good at finding bullshit.” MJ chances a quick glance over at the sub to make sure she didn’t hear that. Mrs. Haney, predictably, is still asleep. “But I shouldn’t have had to find them at all. The USAD started charging for study materials this year instead of just handing out the topics, and the price was—a lot. Midtown’s already facing budget cuts, so they didn’t love the idea of spending money on a club run by a sophomore.”

Peter highlights a phrase on one of his cards before writing it down in his notebook. “But you got them, right? That’s got to count for something.”

“Yeah, until I found out they were a complete waste.”

“Complete might be an exaggeration—”

“Well, they’re not good enough!”

Peter pauses halfway through writing a sentence and turns his full attention to her, and it’s—a little nerve-wracking.

“I just—” Michelle grasps for words, then settles by dumping out the flashcards she’d made with the highlighted errors. “Will you look at this disaster? Switching up the melting point of a metal isn’t just a typo; it’s lazy. And easy to miss. We’re going to have to fact check practically everything in the books because there’s no way of knowing where the mistakes are, and who knows if they’re going to quiz us on the right answers or the wrong ones. They just… they charged all this money and they don’t even care who it hurts, because they still get what they wanted.”

“Amensalism,” Peter says.

“Wow, Ned really did tell you everything.”

Peter grins, and Michelle tries very studiously to ignore the way his smile makes her feel a little softer inside. “He’s a very efficient texter.”

MJ rolls her eyes. Peter doesn’t seem bothered.

“I just.  Liz chose me for this.” Michelle shrugs, picking at her cuticles. “And since she’s… I just feel like I owe it to her to do it right.”

Peter rubs idly at his wrists, suddenly uninterested in meeting her eyes. “Yeah. I get that.”

For once, despite his hesitancy, Michelle can tell he’s not lying.

It’s a nice change of pace.

Then she awkwardly fist bumps his shoulder and concentrates, intellectually, on how infuriating his flakiness and normal lying-ness is.

He is a disaster. And not interested.

She doesn’t need this kind of distraction.

“Anyway,” she says, abandoning her thoughts and pulling into a stretch, “it’s already done, so. I have to make this work somehow. I’ll figure it out.”

Except, there’s so much work to do already. Student profiles with strengths and weaknesses demarcated, logistics of traveling together for meets, a study plan complete with alternates, a recruiting strategy for next year, and not to mention all the drills she needs to run. Maybe an angry letter campaign to the USAD board while she’s at it.

Peter clears his throat. “Maybe I could help?”

Given his previous participation in AcaDec it is, quite possibly, one of the last things she’d expected him to say.

“I could go through the physics section pretty quickly,” he says, “and Ned can take economics, and—”

“Peter,” she says, still  recovering from the surprise of his offer, “you can’t even make it to practice on time and now you’re promising to do extra work?”

Peter has the decency to wince. “Okay, well. Yeah, that’s fair.”

“Yeah.” Michelle squares her shoulders, and resigns herself to the mountain of undeserved work. “But thanks for—”

“How about I just promise to help now? Since I am here?”

Once again, more staring.

“And then next time I’m here,” he continues, “I’ll just promise again.”

It’s utterly ridiculous, but he’s also utterly sincere.

“So you’re.” MJ frowns at him. “Promising to promise?”

“Yes, that.”

“…Huh.” Michelle squints at him. “You’re full of surprises, Parker.”

His eyes grow wide in that way that always makes her think, maybe. And then that stupid grin returns and makes her think a whole lot of other things.

“And one of those surprises is a highly informed understanding of physics.” Peter makes a ‘gimme’ motion with his hand. “Wanna give it a try?”

Michelle looks at him, and how genuinely earnest he is about the whole thing.

Maybe.

“Yeah,” she says slowly, opening the Math guide to the appropriate section. She scoots closer. “We can try.”

#fictober20 #michelle jones #peter parker #spideychelle #fanfiction #spiderman #based off a real event in 2000 #memsfic

[e-of-west-glendia]

Happy birthday to the wonderful @sirrriusblack!! You’re one of the most amazing people I know and I’m so, so glad that I decided to message you wayyy back in December.

I love you to death and again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎉

All I Want For Christmas Is You

(Yes I know it’s May. So shhhhhhhhh. Blame Mariah Carey and her song for shuffling on my playlist and putting me in a Christmas mood) (also tumblr is mean so I have to post this in three parts) Part 2 & Part 3

James (8:59 am): Are you here yet??

Sirius (9:05 am): Yep just landed

James (9:05 am): Cool cool

James (9:10 am): You outside yet?

Sirius (9:13 am): Jesus shit no. I literally said I landed like 5 minutes ago

James (9:14 am): 8 minutes* and so?

Sirius (9:16 am): Soooooo I have to get through security and shit. Do you know how airports work Prongs?

James (9:19 am): Of course I do. You just yell at terminal until you get to your destination quicker

Sirius (9:22 am): Lolll ok sure. I’ll try screaming at it

James (9:22 am) sounds like a plan padfoot

Sirius (9:30 am): Ok I’m out where are you?

Sirius (9:34 am): James?

Sirius (9:35 am): Jaaaammeeeessssss

Sirius (9:37 am): Prongssss where are youuu. It’s cooollldddd

James (9:38 am): sorry sorry I had to find the gate

Sirius (9:39 am): you mean to tell me you badgered me about getting off the plane and you didn’t even know where to pick me up???

James (9:39 am): ….maybe….

Sirius (9:40 am): dumbass

James (9:41 am): stfu and get in the car

Sirius (9:41 am): (:

~~~~~~~~~

Sirius looked up from his phone, grinning as a loud horn sounded from the curb. James was leaning out the window and sending him an equally large grin.

James pressed on the horn again, causing several people to look up in alarm and annoyance.

Sirius made his way to the back of the car, tapping on the back of it for James to pop the trunk. A moment later there was a faint click and the trunk had sprung open. Sirius quickly shoved his bags in and then closed the trunk probably a lot harder than he should’ve.

He winced at the sound it made as it came down.

“Trying to kill my car, are you?” James shouted from the front.

“Not on purpose,” Sirius called back, walking around to the passenger side.

James reached over and unlocked the door, throwing it open and waving his arm as if to say well what are you waiting for?

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping.”

Sirius laughed at the quote before clambering into the car.

“Good to see you, too, James. Where we headed.”

James clicked on the radio, Queen’s Don’t Stop Me Now blaring to life on the audio.

James’ resulting grin would’ve been enough to make most people worried.

“Macy’s,” he said, and then he sped off towards the exit.

~~~~~~

Remus would’ve winced at Lily’s crushing hug if he hadn’t been hugging her with the same amount of force.

“You’re back!!” She shrieked.

“Yeah, yeah I am,” Remus said laughing.

It had been months since he’d been back in San Francisco and he was definitely glad to be home. He’d been away for nearly a year for a work trip — as great as it was, there was something really special about coming home, and seeing his friends again was making him almost giddy with excitement.

“When did you get in?” Lily asked, her words slurred a bit from excitement so it sounded more like one large word.

Remus shrugged,”A couple hours ago— hey! Jesus, what was that for?!”

Remus jerked away from redhead, glaring at the spot where she’d punched him in the arm.

“You should’ve told me when you landed! I could’ve come to pick you up!!”

Remus rubbed his shoulder. “I didn’t want to bother you with it, I can get back to my own house perfectly fine.”

“I know you can,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. “But James went to pick up Sirius hours ago and he could’ve got you too!”

“Oh,” Remus said. “Right.”

Lily frowned at his less than enthusiastic response. “All good there Remus?”

Remus blinked at her for a second, brain having trouble keeping up with what was going on.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, yeah I’m good.”

“Riiiight”

“I swear,” Remus said, raising his palms in the air. “I’m absolutely, one hundred percent, fine.”

Lily’s eyebrows looked like they were trying to leave her face but she nodded. “Yeah, yeah alright. Let’s go.”

“Go?” Remus asked. “Go where?”

Lily’s eyebrows dropped as she rolled her eyes. Sometimes she wondered how such smart people could be the biggest idiots.

“To the Potters. Christmas party, remember?”

“How could I forget.”

The Potter’s were absolutely legendary for their parties. Large events thrown in their Noe Valley house filled to the brim with friends, family, and other people who just happened to be invited. While it was true that Euphemia and Fleamont Potter we’re getting up there in age, they still knew how to throw a party. It also might’ve helped that their son and his friends were renowned for their own parties at boarding school and penchant for getting into trouble.

“Mm of course not,” Lily said. “But did you remember you were supposed to help me set up?”

“Err…” Remus trialed off. Well, no, he hadn’t remembered.

“Uh huh just what I thought. C’mon Remus, wouldn’t want to be responsible for a less than awesome Potter Christmas party, would we?”

~~~~~~~~~

It wasn’t that Remus hadn’t known that James was picking up Sirius. No, he’d known all right— it was on the group chat after all. He’d known and he had deliberately planned his flight schedule around it.

Things hadn’t exactly been normal last time Remus had seen Sirius. And he’d decided that he’d much rather take an Uber home than hitch a ride with Padfoot and James. “I-Can-Sense-A-Conflict-Between-My-Friends-In-Under-A-Minute” Potter.

The thing with Sirius was that he’d gotten so good at covering up emotions it was hard to tell which ones were real. Such was the case last year.

Remus had been in love with his best friend for longer than he could remember. It had started small, noticing things, like his laugh. Then it slowly got worse and Remus started noticing finer details. Like the way his hair shimmered when it caught the light, or how the corners of his eyes would crease when he laughed. Or how—

“Remus. Earth to Remus Lupin, are you still with me?”

Remus looked up from the car window. He’d been doodling small stars on the parts that had turned foggy from the contrast of the warm car on the cold exterior.

“Yes?”

“We’re here.”

Remus started around their surroundings. “Oh”

“Mhm,” Lily said, pulling her key out of ignition. “What were you even doing?”

Remus looked back to the window, blushing slightly at the doodles. “Erm...stars?”

A grin split across Lily’s face. “Stars, huh?”

“What?” Remus complained, he absolutely did not need her to tease him about this. Or tell the other Marauders, it’s definitely be best if she didn’t tell the other’s.

Lily was practically glowing now. Brimming with some hidden information.

“Oh, nothing. C’mon let’s head in.” Without another word she pushed open the car door, sending a gust of cold air into the car and making Remus shiver.

Remus sat in his seat for an extra thirty seconds or so, trying to come up with what on earth Lily was talking about. Finally, muttering something about girls being confusing, Remus stepped out of the car and trudged towards the Potter house.

~~~~~~~~~

San Francisco was known for many things, but being warm was not one of them. Especially not during the month of December.

Sirius shivered slightly, cursing himself for not wearing a warmer coat. He knew how cold this god forsaken city got. So why on earth had he not packed for the weather. Oh, right, because he was in Australia where the seasons were flipped upside down. Well at least it was warm there.

It might’ve been better if it was the type of cold for snow, but alas it wasn’t. San Francisco was the type of cold with frigid winds that chilled you to the bone and a freezing atmosphere that made your teeth chatter.

Sirius wasn’t generally a warm person. In fact he’d once made Lily drop a cup of coffee when he’d startled her by touching her with a severely cold hand. So he’d made his peace with being a cold blooded lizard. But even he had his limits on cold.

Now James on the other hand looked ecstatic. Bouncing up Powell street towards Macy’s with poorly contained excitement.

“How the fuck are you so happy right now?” Sirius grumbled at his friend.

“Because it’s Christmas and you’re back.”

“I’m all for the Christmas spirit but it’s freezing outside.”

“Don’t you always say you’re cold-blooded?”

“Oh, ha ha. Cold-blooded creatures want to be warm you dumbass.”

James chuckled at his irritation. “We’ll be inside soon enough.”

Soon enough couldn’t have come faster. Sirius could’ve hugged whatever person was in charge of the heater in Macy’s. Stepping through the doors to the department store had felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket.

“Finally,” Sirius groaned when they’d gotten in. “A normal temperature.”

James had only laughed before tugging him further into the store in search of gifts.

~~~~~~~~~

“Alright, out with it Lupin. What’s going on between you and Black?”

Remus had almost taken Lily to her word. He’d been drinking tea when Lily asked her question, catching him off guard and causing him to choke.

“Pardon,” he spluttered.

Lily’s hands were on her hips, red hair falling around her face in waves. “Don’t you ‘Pardon’ me, Remus Lupin. I’m not an idiot. There’s been something off about you and Sirius since last fall.”

Remus had recovered slightly and took another swallow of his drink before saying: “Lily, I don’t know what you—“

“Oh my god,” Lily said suddenly, cutting him off. “You two finally worked it out!”

“Worked what out?”

Lily pushed herself up onto the counter, leaning in close to Remus.

“You two finally figured out that you’re head over heels for each other.”

Remus nearly fell off his seat in shock. Shit, he’d been discovered.

Lily snorted, not missing the flash of panic cross his face.

“Relax, I’ve known for a while. Hell, we all have.”

“You all know I like Sirius?” Remus asked, recovering his wits slightly.

Lily rolled her eyes. “Yes, duh. You two weren’t exactly discreet about it.”

“Two?”

“Yes, Remus. You and Sirius? Y’know Sirius Black? Rich, playboy supreme who you’ve had a crush on since you were like 14?”

“I know who he is,” Remus snapped, and then winced at the cool it buddy look that Lily was giving him. “What I meant was, you think Sirius likes me of all people.”

“Mhm”

“How? Why? Where?”

Lily sighed. “God Remus, you are so blind.”

#wolfstar fanfic #HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUMAN #wolfstar fluff #san fransico #James Potter #Lily Evans #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #gay idiots #this is gonna be three parts #California #yo it is so cold in SF in the winter

[eternalsehyoon]

Park Jinyoung - Beautiful stranger (part one)

Title: Beautiful Stranger

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Words: 1.6k

Summary: You work in a café and meet a beautiful stranger. Being quite insecure when it comes to feelings, and completely naïve when it comes to guys flirting with you, you don’t really see how much this stranger is into you... until your much too involved best friend convinces you otherwise.

I was cleaning the tables in the tiny café I have been working to for the past three years and a half. As much as I told myself I despised it, it had become a part of my routine and I had built my circle of friends around it. The customers were all usual, except for the few occasional tourists. Which meant I could tell you the names of almost every client who walked in the café, and my coworkers were like my family. My goal was to be a best-selling author, but as you probably know, it's easier said than done. I had been working on my book since I got this crappy job, and even though the novel itself was complete, my perfectionist self couldn't dare to send it to a publishing company.

"Y/N!!" My colleague and, most importantly best friend Kim called. "I know how much you hate tying up your hair, but I swear to God Josie will kill you if she sees you serving food with your hair down." I simply sighed, rolling my eyes. I knew Kim was just checking out on me, but I couldn't help to be a tiny bit annoyed by her attitude. I lazily grabbed an elastic in the front pocket of my dark apron and rapidly tied my long brown hair in a messy bun. "See." I pointed to the top of my head. "Happy, now?"

"Very." She simply stated, with a wide smile plastered on her face. Her title had just bumped from simple waitress to assistant manager and she took her role way too seriously, if you ask me.

Kim made her way from behind the counter to literally five inches away from me in the span of a few seconds. My reflexes made me take a huge step back, but my friend quickly closed the space between us and approached her mouth to my left ear, only to whisper: "By the way, you know, just like that... You've been cleaning this same table for the last thirty minutes." I let out a slight chuckle, covering my mouth with my right hand. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Sure..." She rolled her eyes. "I'm certain it has nothing to do with the handsome young man sitting right there, a couple of tables away." She wasn't subtle at all, since she almost yelled out the last sentence. I looked over at the table in question, and thanked the Lord that the "young man" was wearing a large pair of headphones on his head.

I caught myself staring at him again, noticing every little detail. From the way he was holding his phone with one hand, to the way he was using the other to occasionally sip on his latte. I felt my heart skip a beat, what the hell was happening? His hands were veiny, and his fingers were slightly crooked but had a perfect length. His dark brown hair was falling on his forehead adorably, and I enjoyed the way he would grin every so often while looking down at his phone with a smile so genuine, he almost resembled a small child receiving his first toy.

It was the first time I had seen him, you know, he was far from our typical 60 year old customer. When he had entered the place, he shyly asked for a table for one and I escorted him to my favorite spot; a small round table accompanied by two leather-covered lazy boy type chairs, by the window. The bistro was practically empty, so he was the only customer I could take care of, if you didn't count the two elders who would occasionally ask me to refill their coffees. "M-my name is Y/N and I'll be your waitress today." I stuttered. I handed him our menu, and he simply nodded with a smirk appearing on his lips as a form of "thank you". "I'll be back in a couple of minutes to see if you've made your choice." He looked up at me and that's when I realized he had the most gorgeous dark brown eyes. "Earth to Y/N!!!!" Kim exclaimed, bringing me back to my senses. "Go ask him for his number, for God's sake, or I'll do it for you." She ordered, half-serious. I bursted out laughing. "If you think one second that I've got the guts to even do that, you don't fucking know me, Kim!" She cackled. "Don't make me do it, Y/N." She threatened me jokingly, while making her way to the counter to start a new batch of coffee.

Kim had been working here for the past five years; she could pour a cup of coffee, answer the phone and print receipts all at the same time. It impressed me how determined she was, since she was still a student and didn't plan on working here forever.  I followed her steps, only to print the stranger's receipt, since he had been in here for the past hour and a half. I awkwardly strutted towards the customer, "Here's your receipt, don't hesitate to tell me if you need any-anything else." I placed the piece of paper on the table gently, and as he took it, his hand brushed the top of mine, so I removed it swiftly. My cheeks were burning and I could see that his were turning bright red. It was like we were having a staring contest, and I swore I could get lost in his eyes for hours without even realizing it. His gaze shifted from my eyes, down to my nose and lips and then to the receipt he was holding. "My name is Park Jinyoung, by the way..." He muttered. "Uhm... I don't know why I said that but, yeah..." He took his face between his hands, his elbows leaning on the small round table and looked down. I let out a small giggle, I was sort of relieved that he was nervous also, I mean, that was a good sign, right?

Even when he was completely mortified, Jinyoung was still the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on.  "You can go to the register when you are ready to pay." I mumbled and left.

An excited Kim was waiting for me in the kitchen. She had witnessed this whole scene and was jumping around everywhere, I swore she was going to break something. She took my two hands in hers while she began dancing; I was just standing still, wondering what the hell was going on with this woman.

"He's soooooo into you!" She spoke melodically, almost like she was singing along to her favorite song. I sighed.

"Come on! You have to ask him on a date!" She was enjoying this too much, but that's what best friends are for, I guess. "Oh and I could tag along with Mark! It could be a double date!" She clapped her hands. Kim and Mark were the cutest couple I knew. They had just gotten engaged a few months ago and I always looked up to them as a model for what I want my future relationship to be like. I swore to myself that I would never waste my time with a guy if my eyes didn't sparkle like Kim and Mark's eyes do when they are around each other. That's what true love is, folks.

"Woah there!" I placed my hands on both her cheeks and gently pressed. "You need to calm down, he just told me his name. It's no big deal!"

"Whatever." Kim gave up and rolled her eyes, her sudden change of attitude caught me off-guard. "Just know you're your own cock-blocker." She pointed her index towards me and shrugged.

I was never the one to make the first move with guys. Even though I'm pretty confident most of the time, I always tend to chicken-out when feelings are involved. You could say self-sabotaging was my speciality.

I greeted new clients, placing them strategically all over the dining room. I was taking the order of a young couple while I noticed Jinyoung waiting at the register. My gaze scanned the place all over, Kim seemed nowhere to be seen so I tried my best to serve the couple as fast as I could in order to attempt to speak to Jinyoung for one last time.

Of course, the universe was totally against this plan. The guy, who was the male version of a Karen, wouldn't stop asking questions, and while I knew it was part of my job to answer him, I was completely annoyed. He kept on asking if the menu was vegan, and even though I told him it was not completely, but that we did in fact have some vegan options, he didn't want to cooperate at all. He only kept on yelling that we were all animal killers and left the restaurant, after insulting me.

I murmured a silent "go fuck yourself" to myself, before making my way to the register, noticing that Jinyoung had left the café already.

Just my fricken’ luck.

It was now the end of my shift, so I punched myself out and threw myself, completely exhausted, on one of the colorful bean bags in the break room. I had to wait for Kim, since she was my ride home. I scrolled on instagram for a couple of minutes when suddenly, a wild Kim appeared in the door frame, with the biggest grin on her face. I struggled to get up and out of the bean bag, my best friend laughing out loud at the view.

"I thought you'd want to have this." She handled me what I thought was a piece of paper.

I unfolded the wrinkly paper, soon realizing it was a receipt. Why exactly was she giving this to me?

"Flip it over and read." She ordered in a joyful manner.

It read:

To Y/N, Here's my number: 82-******* Please text me? I mean you don't have to... But I'd really like if you did? Jinyoung

My eyes grew three times their original size and I felt heat rise up my cheeks. So he was actually flirting with me?

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Tell me if you guys are interested for part 2 and I will post it maybe in later this week!!! Thank you for reading :)

#park jinyoung #mark tuan #got7 #got7 imagines #got7 oneshot #kpop imagines #kim yugyeom #jackson wang #jaebeom #bambam #youngjae

[vannahfanfics]

Of Comfort and Cup Noodles

Category: Hurt and Comfort 

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Ochako Uraraka, Fumikage Tokoyami

Requested By: generic-goblin (Tumblr)

Hey, everybody! Here’s another story for @bnhabookclub​’s Bingo Event for the prompt “Bad News”! Enjoy~

Ochako hummed happily to herself as she watched the cup of instant ramen slowly spin in the microwave. Her brown eyes focused on the bubbling water slipping out of the lid to roll in steaming droplets down the patterned plastic side. Her mouth watered as her mind danced with visions of soft noodles, hearty vegetables, and tender meat. She’d scored some high-scale ramen at a supermarket sale, so Ochako vibrated with excitement, simply dying to taste the fancy noodles from which she was typically barred. She watched the seconds tick down with mounting excitement. Before the microwave even had a chance to beep with the finished countdown, she popped the machine open. 

“Oh my Goooooood,” she exhaled exultantly as the aroma of cooked ramen wafted up her nose. Her eyelashes fluttered with ecstasy just smelling it, so naturally, her tastebuds tingled in rapt anticipation. Using a dishtowel to transport the hot cup, she scurried over to her small table and set the cup down. Wielding her chopsticks in one hand, she slowly peeled the lid back and watched with dilated pupils as hot steam billowed from within. The noodles looked simply perfect bobbing in the light brown broth, and a thick slice of chicken surrounded by green onions, spinach, and carrots practically screamed at her to be eaten. Laughing almost maniacally with exaltation, she plucked the meat from the broth, which dripped deliciously from its off-white surface. Ochako blew on it briefly before slipping it into her mouth. With a delighted, muffled squeal, she melted against the floor, having achieved nirvana with just one bite. 

“Soooo gooooood,” she groaned blissfully. The ramen was seasoned to perfection, and the healthy blend of vegetables only added to the delectable taste. She flopped back up and began digging into the ramen with gusto, savoring each swathe of noodles with airy giggles before inhaling some more. She was so enraptured with her meal that she didn’t notice that her phone was ringing until she almost missed the call. 

“Hello? Hello?” she cried into the phone as she hurriedly picked it up, her voice slightly distorted from the noodles still shoved into her mouth. She quickly swallowed, beaming when her mother voiced greeting on the other end of the line. “Oh, hi, Mom! What’s up?” she asked and pushed the ramen aside to hold conversation properly. They made pleasant small talk, but there was a particular strain in her mother’s voice that had Ochako’s nerves buzzing suspiciously. When her mother abruptly sighed, Ochako inquired, “Mom? Is everything all right?” Silence hummed in the other end of the line for several seconds. 

“I don’t know, ‘Chako,” her mother finally admitted in a small voice. Unnerved, Ochako tucked her legs under herself and narrowed her eyes. 

“What is it?” 

“Your father… His company lost a really, really big building deal.” Ochako gasped, and her hand flew to her mouth in shock. Her mother’s voice shook tremulously as she struggled not to cry, but Ochako could practically hear the fat tears rolling down her cheeks. “He’s been working so hard to score this contract for three months… But the investors went with someone else. It’s already so difficult finding projects in the winter,” her mother lamented woefully. “This was our only shot. I don’t know what we’re going to do, Ochako. The bills are mounting up, and I just… I just…” Her mother trailed off into bitter sobs. 

“Mom, it’ll be okay,” Ochako offered weakly. She wanted to help her mother, but the fear crept up, spilling a dreadful cold feeling through every inch of her body. “You know… It always is,” she continued lamely. Ochako struggled to offer encouragement to the weeping woman, but every forced reassurance fell pitifully short. After about five minutes of weak consoling, her mother quietly thanked Ochako for listening and assured her not to worry about her parents’ financial struggles. By this time, her body had gone painfully numb. Ochako couldn’t even feel her limb moving as she slowly lowered her cell phone to the table. She stared down at the half-finished bowl of ramen, and her belly twisted with nausea. 

Guilt swept through her like a tidal wave. Sure, she’d gotten the ramen on sale, but she’d still splurged and spent an extra dollar or two on the package. How could she be so selfish when her parents were literally struggling to make ends meet? Shameful tears burned in the corners of her eyes; as they slipped down her cheeks, they felt like lava, searing marks into her skin. She pushed the cup away, no longer able to bear the thought of finishing it. She had no right.

Ochako pressed her face into her palms as sobs gripped her body. “Oh, Mama… Oh, Papa… I’m so sorry!” she cried petulantly. In her anguish, she didn’t think to quiet her crying, and instead wailed openly. Mina’s room was down the hall, and the bubbly pink girl frequently spent her evenings in the first-floor common area, so by all rights, Ochako thought no one would hear her sobbing. 

That’s why the light, timid knock at her dorm room door nearly startled her out of her skin. 

“Uraraka?” The wood muffled the voice, making it difficult for her to hear who exactly it was, but it sounded like one of the boys. “Uraraka, are you… okay? I heard… I heard you crying.” Ochako shakily stood up and swiped at her face, trying to conceal the evidence of her misery. 

“I-I’m coming!” she cried, stumbling over herself to get to the door. In her clumsiness, she banged her shin against the corner of the table. She swallowed a pained squeal and stood there for a second to let the burning pain subside. “J-just a second!” she called, her voice now several octaves higher, as she slowly limped to the door. She tossed her hair from her face as she opened it, forcing a bright, fake grin on her face. “Oh, hey, Tokoyami!” she cheerfully greeted the feathered boy standing at her door. 

Fumikage inspected her critically. 

“Uh… Are you okay?” Fumikage asked suspiciously. Ochako’s cheesy grin didn’t falter as she leaned casually against the door frame, mentally cursing as her shin flared with pain once more. 

“I-I, of course, why wouldn’t I be okay?” she asked with a nervous chuckle. Fumikage’s red eyes looked her up and down, drinking in her very disheveled appearance. 

“Uh-huh…” he droned disbelievingly. “Well, I was just at Shoji’s room,” he explained while pointing over his shoulder, “and when I was heading to the stairs, I heard you crying… pretty loud…” 

“Are you sure it’s not Mina? She’s been soooooo stressed about the upcoming winter finals.” 

“Mina’s downstairs.” 

“Ummm, someone’s television could be on…” 

“Please stop lying to me, Uraraka. I’d rather you just tell me that you don’t want to talk about it.” Ochako’s plastic smile fell from her face immediately to crash at her feet like porcelain, making her nerves prickle up her legs. Fumikage’s eyes had taken on an irritatedly concerned aura, and it felt like those ruby irises bored straight into her soul. Ochako’s bottom lip wobbled as she stared at him culpably.

I do want to talk about it, she realized sadly. With a troubled sigh, she stepped aside and tiredly gestured for Fumikage to enter. He hesitated a second, jerking as he debated stepping over the threshold, before stiffly walking into the room. Ochako swung the door closed and then walked over to her bed, where she slumped onto it like a bag of lard. 

Fumikage leaned against the wall opposite her and crossed his arms, capturing her in an intense but not judgemental gaze. “So, what happened?” Ochako played with her fingers for a minute before answering. 

“My parents are having money problems…” she admitted in a tiny voice. “My dad works in construction, and he just lost a huge contract that would’ve floated them through the winter. It’s hard to get work during the winter season because the cold makes construction work difficult… They were really relying on this contract, and now, my mom isn’t sure they’ll be able to make their bills.” Her lips trembled as she slid her teary gaze to the now lukewarm cup of gourmet ramen on her table. “And here I am… splurging my allowance on stupid gourmet ramen while my parents are struggling,” she moped with a sob and buried her face into her hands. “I’m so selfish and greedy!” she wailed. 

“Uraraka!” Fumikage cried, and she could hear him stumble forward by the sounds of his unsteady footsteps over the wood floor. Ochako peered through her fingers to find him standing in front of her, hands fluttering around her form but too nervous to actually touch her. Eventually, he grabbed her wrists to gently lower her hands from her face and rest them in her lap. Muted, Ochako allowed the boy to manipulate her body like a puppet, finding a strange comfort in his guiding movements. Fumikage exhaled deeply and sank onto the bed beside her, pressing himself slightly against her in a soothing fashion. “Uraraka… You aren’t selfish or greedy.” 

The girl cast another remorseful glance at the cup ramen on the table. Before she could voice opposition, Fumikage gently grabbed her chin and turned her face back to him. A blush crept into her cheeks as his fingers slowly fell from her face in a gentle caress. “You’re not. Your parents’ troubles aren’t your fault, and so you don’t need to punish yourself with guilt over some ramen.” Hearing it out loud solidified how absurd her feelings were, making her snivel. She shifted nervously and looked down at her lap. 

“You’re right… How silly of me…” 

“It’s not silly,” he objected with a kind smile. When Ochako looked up at him, he turned nervous and twiddled his fingers. “I-I mean, it’s not uncommon to feel bad and shoulder the burdens of your parents…” he explained quickly. “But I’m sure they don’t want you to do that. I’m sure they’d much rather you be smiling and enjoying yourself,” he said with another look into her face. Ochako blinked, surprised by the wisdom of his advice, and then smiled warmly. 

“Yeah… You’re right. Thank you,” Ochako said. She genuinely felt a lot better, and she rose from the bed to stretch her arms over her head. “I feel loooooads better!” she crowed. Tokoyami jumped at her sudden outburst, but then chuckled and stood up beside her. 

“I’m relieved.” 

“You’re so kind for coming to check on me, Tokoyami,” Ochako beamed, clasping her hands behind her back and smiling radiantly at him. Fumikage flushed and nervously shifted his feet with shy mumbles. When he mentioned something about excusing himself, Ochako grabbed the hem of his shirt. “No, no! Please stay. If you’re not doing anything else, of course,” she asked with a flutter of her eyelashes. If his face wasn’t covered in dark black feathers, she was sure his face would be beet-red. “I’ve got another packet of that gourmet ramen. We can share it.” 

“What? No, Ochako, I couldn’t-” he began to stammer, but in that moment, Dark Shadow sprang out of him with a delighted squeal. 

“Ramen! Ramen!” the shadowy spirit demanded insistently. Ochako giggled and patted the bird-like spirit’s head, then proceeded to prepare two more packets of the ramen for them. Fumikage flapped anxiously around her as she filled the two noodle cups with water. 

“O-Ochako, you spent money on that… I simply couldn’t!” he protested. Ochako ignored him as she popped the first one into the microwave. 

“Nonsense,” she said while starting the timer. She looked over her shoulder at him with a sweet smile. “You helped me deal with my bad news. Besides, a meal is always better when you have someone to share with!” Fumikage blinked at her, then resigned himself to the situation with an amused smile. 

“Yeah. You’re right. Thanks.” Ochako hummed happily, and together, they watched the ramen cup spin slowly around the microwave- but they were too absorbed in trading smiles to count down the seconds.

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[plainvanillapotato]

the 100 diaries S2 E15

quarantine diaries: june 14 2020

season 2 episode 15: “Blood Must Have Blood: Part 1″

bellamy the liberator!! bellaymy is more of a khaleesi than any other character in this show. i officially propose to make bellamy the khaleesi for both the spacers and grounders.

the grounder word for “to be quite” sounds a lot like SHUT UP but with a lisp

“wait...thank you” .....bellamy and grounder girl? ship???

i really hate cages rhetoric. its nothing but propaganda then again its cage im talking about so i cant expect much

what a paper throw looked weak af. i wonder if that took multiple takes

you kidding with those cups stains thats one hell of a big jump for the guard to make. like those people could have sat on the other side of table just minutes ago. im shaking my head so hard right now. like this is just because they didnt use coasters?? ugh.

this escalated so fast. but considering how fast things escalate with police in the us i guess i shouldnt be surprised

and ofc they shot them anyway. police brutality is not okay. you cannot just shoot and kill people. side note what happened to that justice system that maya brought up when we first met her??

why is monroe still alive??? like ok its nice to see a familiar face but i dont care for her 

wow raven really upped her packaging game for that hydrazine. yes raven i support you and your small business.

clarke got gloves now. i wonder if she asked for them or lexa/someone just gave them to her

i love clarkes/lexas diorama ngl its way better than bellamys.

clarke really had to think about whether or not she was going to chant with them. that was a real cheeky moment. i know they’re trying to make clarke super cool and thats down with the grounders but i gotta say that its gonna a lot more to convince me that clarke is a badass

side note: i like anya a lot more than lexa. like i dont feel threatened by lexa at all. imo anya was the true queen

that heat shot tho. i know that bellamy is a good shot but can we talk about how unrealistic that shot was tho. it doesnt make any physical sense how bellamy shot paul from the vent especially at that angle. but alas i guess along with bending fire to protect his beautiful head of hair  bellamy also defines nature and physics

you know i fully believe that bellamy has a 6 sense cuz he can literally sense when someone in danger and is in the right place at the right time

miller was ready to kill that guard full princess leia style

who was that reaper?? like was it indras past lover or something??? 

why is monroe the one to work the drill? i feel like there could have been someone more qualified

the exchange between lincoln and millers father was so flirty.... ship?? ngl i ship it more than lincoln and octavia

ravens jokes arent that bad wick. also did i miss something or did the show really didnt address how wick and raven got in this place? 

oof this conversation got awkward real fast

i love wick’s surprised face at 18:16. hes like wow i really killed a guy and raven just said “welcome to the ground” 

look at that modern painting behind dante. daredevil anyone?? 

preach dante. preach. your boy cage is a terrible leader

yeah i agree with wick. raven you should have just brought more bombs that was bad on your part

only white boi wick would be smiling and nodding while there are people pointing guns at him. 

look at those shields. i like to think that they actually took the time to practice these formations...but evidently they needed a better formation

lincoln being katniss everdeen. ok lincoln i see you

bellamy is just one with these vents now. theyre really his main mode of transportation

“then we kill him”...by ‘we’ you mean that bellamy is going to kill cage. jasper you really adding to bellamys already heavy load.

MONTY!!! :)

of the tree people?? no dont give octavia that. 

this was soooooo anticlamatic. this is because clarke did not kiss you back huh. lexa you dumbbitch you can just double cross the mountain people and help clarkes people. do you even have a heart lexa? imo this is lexa just being a salty bitch to clarke. like you guys can argue with me all you want about this is lexa being a ‘badass’ leader and doing what was best for her but it wont change my opinion at all

look at octavia staying loyal to bellamy. cute but ooo jackson is leaving too i mean i guess i wouldnt trust octavia either

i also find it comical that all within the same episode indra accepts her as one of the tree people and only then to strip her of that minutes later

why are some of the cages hung up like that tho?? like i think they showed the hanging cages in previous episode but in this episode its hanging cages with open doors implying that whoever was in that cage had to jump down for idk how many stories to be free. but also how did they open those cages all the way up there because from when they took bellamy we know that they need a physical key to unlock the door. i guess this was all for making the show look cool and edgy but its just making me scratch my brain

aww i ship raven and wick so hard. my favorite ship yet

fuck you dante. i knew you would turn. 

this was the worst episode yet. i swear its only monty and bellamy that is keeping me watching. and the show is kinda lacking in that area.

#the 100 #the 100 diaries #bellamy #clarke

[self-shipper-snowdrop]

19 with Asmo uwu

>:(

F I N E

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Makeover night. It always came by, every Saturday, as Bronwen and Asmodeus wound down from the rest of the week that seemed to always drag on and on. It’d happened ever since Asmodeus was assigned to guide Bronwen through the Devildom, and make sure she was safe when she went out. The two had become friends, even despite the strangeness of their relationship.

Well, so long as “strangeness” meant “romantic tension”.

Asmodeus had been painting Bronwen’s nails- insisting on a shade of pink he said would look beautiful on her- when he popped a question that turned the poor, ever easy to fluster woman bright red in an instant.

“Soooooo Bunny~” Asmo began, looking at her with a mischevious glint in his pastel orange eyes, “Do you have a crush on anyone?”

She just about choked on air at that. Bronwen stuttered, using her free hand to brush some hair out of her face, all while trying to look literally anywhere at all that wasn’t in Asmodeus’ direction. It didn’t help much, since she could still feel his gaze on her, and she could have sworn that chuckle just made everything infinitely worse. Half of her was screaming one thing, the other was shouting something else. What was she supposed to say? She couldn’t let him even get the inclination that she- because she didn’t! Not like that!

“I-I… Um…” Bronwen’s chocolate eyes darted towards the floor, “…I-I think I do…”

The sparkle in his eyes just made everything so much worse, putting aside the polish as he’d finished up her nails already- which were thankfully already practically dry, as he took both her hands in his and leaned a bit closer towards her. “Really? Ooo, who is it, who is it~?”

She wasn’t sure her face could get much redder, but the thought that crossed her mind certainly did the trick.

‘It’s you.’ Bronwen thought, still trying not to meet his eyes, ‘It’s always been you.’

“…I’d rather not say.”

“Aww… really? But I need to know what I’m up against!” Asmodeus whined, taking Bronwen’s face into his hands and leaning in even closer, “After all… I still want to be your first kiss, you know that riiiiiiight~?”

Bronwen just sputtered and scurried away, burying her face in her hands.

“L-Let’s just get started on our hair already!”

Asmodeus just laughed.

“Whatever you want, my cute little Bunny.”

#self insert #self ship #WHY DID YOU PICK THE MOST ROMANTIC ONE #YOU ARE DRIVING ME *THIS* CLOSE TO F/OING THIS MAN. HOW DARE #UGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #romantic; la vie en rose #the dreamer’s diary of escapism #snowdrop has a bi crisis

[straykidsscribbles]

Lectionum Patrocinium

Happiest of birthdays to the brightest star in the sky, Felix Lee. Hope he had a happy birthday!

Summary: Felix Lee had just offered to teach you taekwondo. Maybe he’d end up teaching you something about love as well? 

Word count: 4766, Felix x neutral reader, College AU

This is lowkey inspired by my own experiences learning taekwondo! The title is “Defense Lessons” in Latin. See my masterlist for more.

“Come on _____, let’s go! I want to see how the dance team recruitment is going!” Minho yelled, dragging you behind him as he rushed towards the crowd of tables arranged outside your college’s gym.

You followed, barely avoiding tripping over your feet. Why does this kid have so much energy? I swear I'm never letting him drink coke again.

“Hey Hyunjin! Has anyone new signed up yet?” Minho asked the boy behind the table. Sometimes you wondered just how many people Minho met at through his dance performances; it seemed like he knew everyone who'd even thought of performing.

Hyunjin nodded from behind the table. “A couple of girls came by earlier, and there was this group of freshmen that seemed pretty interested too. Who's your friend?”

Minho grinned happily. “This is _____, my cousin. I'm just showing them around!”

“Nice to meet you _____!” Hyunjin smiled politely, no doubt used to Minho’s wild energy.

“Nice to meet you too, Hyunjin wasn’t it?” you replied. Minho has so many friends; I don’t think I’ll ever keep them all straight.

Minho turned back to the two of you, done distracting whoever else he had been talking to. “Hyunjinnie do you know where Felix is?”

“Yup, he’s at the taekwondo booth. He’s going to take over from me in about an hour, so you could wait or you could go meet him there, it’s near the pizza stand.” Hyunjin pointed out a small red canopy just visible over the sea of students milling around. As he was speaking, three new people came up to the other side of the booth, looking like they were waiting to ask about the dance club. “You guys will have to excuse me, bye!” Hyunjin waved you two away, turning to speak with the newcomers. After all, it was a club recruitment event and he did have a job to do.

“Okie dokie _____, we’ll go see Felix next, and then you have to pick one thing at least to sign up for before I let you go back to your dorm.” Minho instructed. You jogged a little to catch up with him as he pushed through the crowd, a little afraid of losing sight of him.

Finally, you two stopped at a neatly decorated booth with Taekwondo written across the table. Taking the brief reprieve to catch your breath, you looked around, taking in the sights. An older girl was leaning against one corner of the table, playing with the padded gloves on her hands as she spoke to some of the others. Another girl was standing near the back, passing out candy to people who signed up.

“Felix!” You jumped at Minho’s yell, startled by the loud noise. I swear I’m never going anywhere with this idiot again. He is so loud and peppy it’s ridiculous.

“Minho-hyung! You found me!” A boy wearing a padded blue vest over a martial arts uniform sauntered over to you both. A “Kick Me!” sign adorned the front of his vest, which was clearly some sort of protective gear. His hair was lightly mussed and a bright shade of orange, clashing with the black collar of his uniform.

“Hyunjin told me where you were. This is my cousin, _____, and this is Felix!” Minho introduced.

“Hi Felix,” you greeted, smiling at him.

“Hi ____!” Oh wow, he has a really deep voice. Not at all what you’d expect from his face. “Are you interested in trying out taekwondo?”  

“Actually, that’s a great idea. It’ll be something new for you and self-defense is always something you should learn,” lectured Minho, a bit of a smirk spreading across his lips.

“I don’t know… I mean I’ve never done something like this before. I might not be very good at it at all,” you wavered, a little unsure of getting pushed into doing something so unfamiliar to you.

“Well, you could try something quick now? I mean, I have this Kick Me sign for a reason, go for it!” Felix encouraged, turning to face you fully. “I promise, you won’t hurt me.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, still not totally okay with the idea of just kicking someone you’d only just met three minutes ago. What if he’s wrong and I actually do hurt him?

“Come on, he has a Kick Me sign! Just go for it you dork, you think too much.” Minho was, as usual, being his typically unhelpful, highly irritating self.

“You can kick me, don’t worry about it! I’ve already gotten kicked a few times anyways.” Felix backed up a little, giving you some space. “Come on then.”

And with that, you swung your leg, your toes connecting with the thick vest, making a loud thump. Your toes caught on the edge of the padding, bending a little inside your sneakers. Ouch, that hurt. I hope my toes are okay… that was not a good idea.

Felix let out a breath. “Oof, that was pretty hard. Are you sure you haven’t done taekwondo before, or any other martial arts?”

“No…” you trailed off, noticing that his breathing was actually quite heavy and he looked a little winded. “That was a total fluke.”

“You have a lot of power then, you just need better technique,” Felix began explaining. “You know how your toes got caught on the edge of the sparring gear? If you hadn’t been wearing shoes, you could have broken a toe.”

“Oh. Lucky me I guess?” Well, that would have been fun. Walking all over this ridiculous campus with a broken toe.

“You know, if you want to come by during one of my practices, I could give you a few pointers. That would be better than just throwing kicks and potentially injuring yourself.” Felix’s eyes looked earnest, and he had a bright smile playing on his lips.

That’s really sweet of him. “If you’re sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble, then I’d love to take you up on it.”

“Of course! Let me give you my number, that way we can set up a time that works for both of us.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and passed it to Felix, who typed in a number and sent off a quick text to his own phone. “There. All done.”

“Thanks Felix! I’ll see you later!”

“Bye _____,” he waved to your retreating figure.

As you walked away from the booth, Minho popped up next to you. “Soooooo. That was pretty cute. He’s going to give you lessons, isn’t he?” He waggled his eyebrows up and down comically at you, smirking at the flush that rose in your cheeks.

“Stop waggling your eyebrows and shut up you brat! Otherwise I’ll tell Auntie that you didn’t actually finish all the soup she sent you because you forgot about it and it went bad.” The advantage of spending way too much time with my cousin. I get to know all his secrets.

“You wouldn’t.” Minho’s eyes widened in mock horror as he nudged you with his elbow. “I’m an innocent man; I did nothing to deserve this.”

“Innocent? Yeah right. If you’re innocent then I’m the Queen of England!”

“And you go around calling me a brat?”

Laughing, the two of you wandered back to your dorm, where Minho said his goodbyes.

Still, your mind kept running over your conversation with Felix. Your last thought that night was of the boy you’d met that day, and his sweet, almost angelic smile when he’d offered to teach you.

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About a week later (and after exchanging quite a few texts with Felix), you’d managed to find a time that would work out for both of your schedules. Felix had to schedule around dance as well as his regular classes, but you’d managed eventually, after postponing a few study sessions to make time for it.

That was why, at about five in the afternoon, you were walking over to the martial arts gym, dressed in plain black clothing and carrying a water bottle. Felix had been strangely insistent upon that point, reminding you at least four times to bring water.

I wonder just how much he’s planning on doing today. It’s not like we can do much. I mean, I am just a beginner and this is my first time trying taekwondo, you mused as you pushed open the glass door and entered the gym.

There were rubber mats lining the floor, presumably to prevent injury should someone fall on it. A shoe rack stood along one wall, and you pulled off your shoes, leaving them on the shelf. You made to step onto the mats, only to be stopped by an older boy practicing in one corner of the large room.

“Make sure you take your socks off too please,” he requested, lowering the bamboo sword in his hands. “Are you here for Felix? He stepped out for a second, he said you’d be coming.”

You turned back to the shoe shelf, pulling off your socks and shoving them inside your shoes. “Yup, I’m here to see Felix. Should I just go wait over there? I don’t want to bother you.”

“Oh, it’s fine, I need a break anyways. Besides, it’s nice to finally meet Felix’s s/o!” He put the sword down on a rack and padded over to you.

You took in a sharp breath, a little surprised. “Oh, I’m not— Felix and I aren’t— we aren’t dating or anything. We met a few days ago and he said he’d show me how to kick without hurting myself so here I am!” Great. Now I’m tripping over my own words, this is fantastic.

“_____, there you are!” came Felix’s voice from behind you. “I see you met Woojin-hyung, he’s our resident kendo expert.”

“Hi Felix,” you greeted, a little breathless. Felix’s hair was pushed back from his forehead and the uniform he wore fitted his shoulders just perfectly, emphasizing their broadness. Get a grip _____, he’s literally being nice and teaching you and you go and act like some shallow trashcan.

“I’m glad you came, should we get started?” He gestured towards another area of the mats, and you followed him, waving goodbye too Woojin, who was already engrossed in his exercises once more.

“Woojin seems pretty cool,” you said brightly, trying to make a little small talk. “Have you been friends long?”

Felix seemed to be pouting as he heard your praise of the older boy. I’m just imagining things, it’s not like he would actually be pouting over me commenting on his friend. “We met through the gym and we have a few other friends in common actually. He and I are roommates in our flat, which works out well since we both spend a lot of time in here and in the music building.”

“That must be pretty nice. I’m in a dorm but I don’t actually know my roommate that well. She’s pretty nice though.”

“Anyways,” Felix turned to face you, seemingly ready to start the lesson. “Let’s start small shall we? Maybe punching first, then kicking?”

“You’re the teacher,” you replied, a little nervous. What if I end up falling or I break something or some other ridiculous horror happens?

Felix nodded to himself, going over some sort of plan in his head. “Okay, so how about we start off with something similar to our last encounter. Try and punch me?”

What. “Are you sure?”

“I told you didn’t I? Now go ahead, punch away. I won’t let you hurt either of us, don’t worry.” Well, if he’s sure…

You balled up your fingers into a fist, and then tried to punch the boy standing relaxed in front of you, seemingly without a care in the world.

Only to find your fist sliding through the air past his cheek, not even making contact with his skin.

“Go on, try again,” he encouraged, patting his cheek. “Aim here.”

You tried again, this time putting more force behind your hand so that it would move faster.

The same thing. Your fist just would not make contact with his face, no matter how carefully you tried to aim.

“Okay, so I’m clearly missing something here. What’s the trick Felix?” you questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.

Felix laughed a little, the sound oddly adorable. “See, the whole point is to move just enough, so that you don’t get hit. Then you can be in the perfect position to strike back, while the other person is off balance from their own attack.”

Understanding dawned on you. “So basically you let them overextend themselves to make your life easier?”

“Exactly. Now show me how you’re making a fist,” He instructed, stepping back from you. You held up a hand awkwardly, folding your fingers over your thumb and tightening them.

Felix groaned, grabbing your hand and pulling your thumb out from under your fingers. He lingered for a second, warm hands on yours, before shaking his head slightly. “Okay, so this is definitely a problem. If you keep your thumb inside your fist, you’ll end up breaking it love.”

“How? Isn’t it more protected this way?”

“If you hit something really hard, then the force crushes your fingers into your thumb. Then it makes it really easy for your thumb or fingers to break. The best way is to do it like this.” He shifted your fingers, moving them so that your thumb folded under your curled fingers. “There. Like that.”

You folded your fingers experimentally, trying to get used to the position. “This feels kind of weird,” you muttered under your breath.

“It might feel weird now, but trust me, you’ll get used to it soon enough. Now then, let me show you how to punch, then maybe we can try a front kick to start you off?”

The lesson continued for about an hour, Felix patiently explaining how to move and shift your weight so that you wouldn’t fall while kicking. He was careful to avoid pushing you too far, making sure you understood the logic behind everything instead of expecting you to blindly follow everything he told you to do.

He’s really sweet. And cute. And the way his hair keeps flopping over his eyes… _____, you’re just about dead gone on him aren’t you? Get your act together, you’ve only known him for a week!

No matter how much you told yourself not to, you couldn’t help it. You now had a ridiculous, obvious crush on your taekwondo tutor.

---

Felix unlocked the door of the apartment he shared with Woojin, Chan, and Changbin, exhausted after dance practice. He entered, only to find all three boys staring right at him.

“Look whose home! It’s lover boy!” smirked Chan as he leaned casually against the kitchen counter. “Had fun on your date earlier?”

Felix blushed, cheeks feeling as warm as the sun. “It wasn’t a dateeeee.”

“You were waiting for them, got all scowl-y once they left, and you were all cranky about them talking to me. It might not have been a date but you wanted it to be one.” Woojin had a gigantic grin on his face.

Changbin was frowning. “What are they like? Are they nice?  And what happened to your rule of not starting new projects this quarter, especially before dance competitions?”

“I… made an exception? Since they were really sweet?” Felix seemed to be asking them rather than telling them. He flopped onto the sofa with a thump, face buried in a throw pillow. “I don’t know okay, they were really cute when Minho brought them over and I saw my chance and took it! It’s just a chance to get to know _____ anyways.”

Chan patted Felix’s head roughly, messing up his hair. “You got game Lix. I taught you well, my son,” he intoned, making his voice deeper just to try and bring a smile to Felix’s somewhat woebegone face.

Changbin hurled a pillow at Chan’s head, clearly amused. “You have the least game of anyone on campus Channie-hyung, fuck off.”

“Language, Changbin! Now come on, we ordered take out and it’s getting cold.” Woojin intervened before the other two could start bickering, and gestured the bags sitting next to the stove. Felix rolled off the couch into a heap on the floor before struggling to his feet and opening a container of rice.

“It’s not like anything even happened, it was an actual lesson,” he mumbled defensively into his food, chopsticks shoveling rice into his mouth. Nothing got between these four hungry boys and their food, even romantic drama.

Changbin just snorted derisively. “Sure it was an actual lesson. ‘Oh Felix, is this how I kick?’ and then they fall into your arms.”

“They were cute Felix, I can see why you’re trying to do this,” Woojin smiled encouragingly at the younger boy. “For what it’s worth, I think they like you too. And it’s a great way to get to know them.”

“I doubt it hyung.” Felix hung his head morosely. “They probably are going to hate me once I start actually teaching them and making them spend hours doing squats and kicks.”

Chan and Changbin snickered in the background, even as Felix sighed into food once more. Maybe trying to give _____ private lessons wasn’t the brightest idea I’ve had.

---

“Felix, show me something cool!” you flopped back onto the mats, exhausted after about half an hour of kicking. Felix may have become a very close friend of yours, but he was also a grueling teacher and made sure every single technique you learned was as close to perfect as possible. Hence the constant repetition and practice; at this point you were a little afraid you could maybe do these kicks in your sleep.

Felix laughed, the sound filling the room. “What do you mean, cool?”

“Something new, something I don’t know how to do! Surprise me!” You sat up, excited to see what he would show you. After all, Felix was a black belt; he probably had hundreds of cool kicks and hand techniques mastered.

“Hmmm…” Felix paused for a moment, then stepped back. “How about this?” He spun for a second, leg snapping out in a hook kick before going back to his original stance. “Cool enough for you?”

“How did you do that so fast? Don’t you lose your balance?” you asked, a little confused. Felix had done a full 360 degree turn at top speed without even wobbling, while you could barely manage to kick a side kick even somewhat fast.

He grinned at you, the smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “I have been doing this for a while _____, it’s not that hard. The trick is to let the momentum of your turn get transferred into your strike. I’ll show you.” He held out a hand to help you up and you took it.

He yanked you up, pulling hard on your arm. A little too hard.

You almost crashed right into him, catching yourself with your hands on his chest. You’d never seen his face from such close quarters, his nose wavering barely an inch or so away from yours.

“I didn’t know you had freckles,” you whispered, unconsciously reaching out to trace his cheek with your fingertips.

He leaned towards you, and your fingers were just brushing his cheek when—

“Wow, _____, Felix, watch the PDA!” hooted Minho from the doorway where he had been talking to Woojin.

The two of you sprang apart, blushing furiously. “He’s not— we were just—” You were so embarrassed you could barely finish your sentence. What do both of them think of me now? That was awful! I don’t think I can ever look Woojin in the face again. And Minho’s never going to let me live this down.

What if he tells my mother? She’s been hounding me to get a boyfriend for ages, the usual “Oh, honey, you aren’t getting any younger, you know your father and I met in college too.” This is going to be bad… and it doesn’t help that my crush hasn’t lessened one bit since these lessons started.

Felix seemed to have given some sort of explanation while you were busy freaking out in the privacy of your mind, and the two older boys had accepted whatever he had said and gone back to their own conversation. You could still feel Minho’s eyes on you though.

He’s telling my mom. And his mom. And they’re going to corner me the next time I go home. Fantastic.

“Hey, _____?” Felix’s voice broke into your thoughts. “You know, you’re getting pretty good at this. You should come to one of our team meetings, I think you can handle it now. We’re having a small tournament to practice for the big one coming up next month.”

“Do you really think I’m ready? It hasn’t been that long yet,” you mused, going over to the bench to grab your water bottle.

“You’re definitely ready! You could probably spar a yellow belt even though you’re just a white belt. After all your practice with me, a yellow belt would seem easy for you.”

You rolled your eyes at Felix. “You. Go. Easy. On. Me.”

“Maybe, but you’re still good enough, trust me! At least try one of the meetings, it could be fun!” He bounced up and down, looking at you with the biggest, softest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen anyone make. “Please _____?”

“If you’re sure… I’ll come.” Welp. Time to leave the baby pond and go out into the real world. I mean it was sweet of Felix to tutor me privately but I guess it would be a lot of fun to learn in a bigger group too.

---

You arrived at the gym, a little surprised by the small crowd of shoes filling the shoe rack. Whenever you and Felix met up the racks were pretty empty, only a few people using the rooms at that time. You pulled off your shoes and socks and entered, carrying your water bottle and phone with you. Glancing around, you took in the 30 or so odd students standing and stretching, looking for the familiar orange hair of one Felix Lee.

“Oh hey, are you Felix’s s/o?” A short haired girl came up to you, smiling. She had a red belt around her waist and red streaks to match in her hair. She looks scary… I bet she’s really good. “He’s over there, in the corner.”

“I’m not his s/o or anything,” you explained hurriedly. “He’s just been teaching me for a while and today was supposed to be my first time practicing with the team.”

“Oh. With the amount he talks about you I would have thought you were dating. My bad, sorry.” she wandered away, yelling at a couple of blue belts to “Get your act together and stretch before you spar!”

You walked up to Felix, tapping him gently on the shoulder. “Hey Felix!”

“Hey _____, you made it! Come on, let’s stretch and then you can try sparring.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to a clear spot on the mats before beginning his stretching routine. The two of you worked in silence, a little unsure of your dynamic now that there were so many people around.

Finally, a couple of the higher belts started pairing people off, sending you off to spar with this yellow belt, who looked like he’d guzzled two or three energy drinks before coming. He was bouncing everywhere, ready to start at the drop of a hat.

Felix gave you a thumbs up, and then counted off. “Three, two, one, go.”

You immediately struck out with a front kick, stepping quickly backwards to avoid the roundhouse aimed at your ribs. This kid was not going easy on you at all, but Felix was right. You had learned quite a lot, and you could keep your distance enough to land a few solid kicks as well.

Then, disaster struck. You tried kicking a back kick, only to lose your balance as you turned to face your opponent once more. He took advantage of the opening and snapped his foot out, catching you right in the face.

“Ow!” you yelped, clutching your nose.

“Attacks on the face aren’t allowed until green belt!” Felix told the other boy, who looked sheepish.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize how far my foot went! I think I got overexcited! Are you okay?” the boy asked, stepping closer to you.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, patting your nose gently. “My nose isn’t though… does anyone have ice?”

“I’ll get you some Love, you go and sit on the bench okay?” Felix gently patted your shoulder and walked towards the closet with the first aid chest. “You should sit down and calm down, getting this excited in a fight can hurt you as well,” he said to the other boy, sending him to go sit on the other side of the room.

He came back, ice pack and towel clutched in his hands. “Let me see?” he asked, kneeling at your feet.

You moved your hands away from your red, throbbing nose and flinched as the cold plastic touched your face. “It’s freezing.”

“It’s an ice pack Love, that’s the point. Now hold this in place, yeah?” He sat down on the bench next to you once you had a firm grip on the ice pack.

“This is great, my mom’s going to kill me. I’ll never get a boyfriend now that my face is broken,” you mumbled. Minho probably already informed her about Felix, the little snake.  Now when she seems my nose she’s going to lament my lack of romantic prospects for the next month.

“You’re wrong you know.” Felix’s deep voice was quiet, only just audible over the hubbub in the gym.

You frowned, then winced as the movement jarred your nose. “What do you mean Felix?”

“Ummm…” he wavered for a moment, unsure of whether or not to continue. Could he really be hinting…?

“Spit it out.”

“WillyougooutwithmeIreallylikeyou?”

“What?” You had absolutely no idea what he’d just said.

“Will you go out with me? I really like you a lot _____, I even gave you private lessons because I wanted to get to know you better. You had potential but you could have just joined the club from the start… I kind of wanted to have a little time with just you.” His expression was earnest, drawing you in with those bright, twinkling eyes of his.

He’s so cute… how on earth could I say no?

“Of course! I like you too Felix!” You smiled happily at him, then groaned again as the movement of your lips hurt your nose.

“Don’t move your face! You’ll hurt yourself!” Felix fussed, patting your cheek gently. “Besides, I’m never letting you get hurt again. I’m the only one allowed to spar you now; that way no one can hurt you.”

“Don’t be silly Felix!” you elbowed him softly, amused by his over the top declaration.

Does this mean I have to thank Minho for introducing us?

---

“You got this Felix! You’re two points up, you can win this!” you yelled from the sidelines, watching your boyfriend spar. It was your first tournament, and you’d already gotten your new yellow belt and a shiny silver medal to boot.

Felix, almost as though he had heard you over the noise, struck out again, this time landing two solid kicks on his opponent one after the other. The referee blew his whistle not three seconds after that, and Felix backed off, grinning.

“You won!” you mouthed at him, catching his eye.

“I had my lucky charm,” he mouthed back, grinning wildly. He shook hands with his opponent after bowing to them and walked over to you, pulling off his helmet.

“Congratulations Felix, you won gold!” you hugged him tightly, ignoring the sweat that was dampening his uniform.

“Congratulations to you too Love, you did so well for your first tournament!” He wrapped an arm around you, the smile on his face just growing with each passing second.

“Smile you two!” Minho held up his phone, snapping a photo of the two of you laughing and holding up your medals with your arms around each other. “This is sickeningly cute; I should never have introduced you two!”

“Send it to me hyung, I need a new lock screen.” Felix winked at you as he pulled out his phone. “I need my lucky charm with me after all.”

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[tusunns-blog]

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jaesun’s got this habit, and before he noticed, everyone else already had, and she’d already adapted.

‘alright boys go shower, remember practice at 7:30 sharp!’ a chorus of yes coach follows before the boys all pile out the bus and to the school locker rooms. it’s quick and easy, all eager to get home after a week on the road for the regional tournament, the same tournament jaesun could only attend if he passed mid-terms. despite making the shot that led them to mid-terms but whatever. he’s in and out in a matter of seconds, a couple things on his mind, school, following tests, homework, practice even though he’s tired as hell. routine routine routine.

he gets a nudge halfway out of walking out the locker rooms, backpack slung over his shoulder and hair still wet.

‘ooooh someone’s girl is here to see him.’ “she hear you say that you’re dead.” “you’re right, he’d be dead.”

and he’s by her side before she can return, hugging adn nearly lifting her off her feet. “jaesun it’s been a week.” “you’re heeeeeereeeeee you came to see me after the torture, you’re the best girlfriend in the world.” “true but, you’re squeezing me and we literally texted on the way here. and if you squeeze me too hard my mother’s never letting me come to see you from tournaments again, not to mention my mother is watching.” it should be mentioned that by this time he’s stopped squeezing and spinning, in favor of holding, holding tight and with literal stars in his eyes. it’s either that or the effect of spinning around to much. “damn I missed you.” ‘I missed you too but-” “but?”

the thing about this habit is everyone notices but him. he’s got haeri in his arms after what seems like forever. messages cut short for scrimmages, strategy meetings and skype cut short because of hotel craziness. needless to say he’s acting like it’s been a whole month. and it shows. it shows with his hands lowering down her back, fingers hovering before he hears a honk.

‘JAESUN GET YOUR ASS IN THIS CAR YOU HAVE HOMEWORK.’ he’s saved by his mother and before he can continue haeri leaves him a kiss on the cheek without looking him in the eye. and he just smiles and waves it off, saying he’ll text her and doing exactly that.

it happens in the cafeteria. when he’s hanging in line with his friends and feels her attack him. jaesun doesn’t see haeri between his first four classes so when he does he’s always glad. haeri isn’t much for affection in places like that, he knows, she knows. so her practically launching against him has him latching. fingers firm and low to catch her and grab since he’s caught off-guard. he fitlers through fabric while filtering through her words.

‘there’s a new ice cream place across the street from your job soooooo yes you’re taking me, you were busy all summer so this is my post-summer treat.’ jaesun filters a lot in while he’s in the cafeteria. he usually has a probably with loud things but he’s working on it, working on drowning through. yeah he hung with his friends at the table but most of the time they hung in the locker rooms during lunch. despite being known jaesun likes to make himself scarce to keep his thoughts the same.

that’s why he welcomes haeri’s presence against him, cheeky because she’s ignoring the fact that they’re in the cafeteria. or the fact that she’d ran against him in front of his friends and nearly had him hitting the wall. ignoring it all in favor of bouncing, flitting fabric through his fingers and all he can do is smile because really, truly, he’s only focused on that smile of hers.

“i’ll take you after work today then.” and it’s hard to pay attention to anything, like his hands, when her smile’s that wide. ‘hey uh---- the um, the line’s moving guys.’ haeri notices what jaesun doesn’t and she’s jumping from him before he can say anything, murmuring a thank you that he gladly accepts and running probably to jo’s side. if jo gives him a suspicious look while he’s getting his food he doesn’t notice that either.

it happens on the court. it’s a habit with no boundaries.

it happens after a late scrimmage, one of the first after regional tournaments, not too serious, not too important. just enough to keep him late and missing the time he could be spent asleep. or with haeri.

students attend scrimmages, parents, faculty, the whole lot. as a team that did make it to state they get good turnouts even for smaller matches. jaesun doesn’t mind, doesn’t think of much when he’s on the court besides moving on the court. it’s pretty easy to tune that out, zone in and zone out. when haeri’s involved, it’s easier to zone into her and tune everyone else out.

the bell rings and he follows her figure down the bleachers, meets her before she meets him. his arms circle, around the neck first and head against hers.

“ice cream right? i worked up enough for an entire sundae. plus I got permission for the car since I did good on last week’s death test. aaaaalllll thanks to you so you get anything you want.” he’s tired though. so while he plans on keeping his arms around her neck and her face in her chest, it doesn’t work out. “i always get whatever I want.” he plans on hearing mumbles, and then scooting for when her arms fly at him for trying to smother her in what she considers, ‘disgusting boy germs’. “true.” but what happens is his body leaning it’s all on her, holding just so that she won’t let go completely. scrimmage or not practice to prepare was hell and high school waits for no one. so he settles against her with the idea of ice cream in his mind.

not the students still in the bleachers, not the fact that he’s too settled, already out on the date with her before they leave the gym. that he’s got heat against his neck and he thinks it’s just the fatigue. not his fingers playing, lowering and dancing to keep his blood moving until he gets the food he needs.

“um, jaesun....” “hm?” ‘take it off the court kwon!” “yeah yeah bye coach!” he moves in that instant, one arm dropping and the other sliding around her neck. comfortable and unaware.

a habit naturally, remains unnoticed until someone speaks on it.

‘someone’s been bold lately.’ and what better person than the thorn in his side. “and why are you here?” ‘haeri and I take art classes at the same building idiot.’ “I mean why are you next to me idiot.” ‘so haeri can see something pleasant before she rides off into la la land.’

since getting permission to use the car, he’s been able to pick up haeri and not worry about his mother being at every meeting. or haeri’s mother. anyone’s mother. the mothers picking up their children from the other classes aren’t much of a problem, neither are other students. it’s a place of anonymity for jaesun and naturally, he’s relaxed, leaning against the truck without a car in the world.

no practice. no tutoring. no work. just haeri.

speaking of, he’s coming out, small paint stains on her face that she only allows when she knows it’s him picking her up. which also means she must’ve had a good time.

“hey you.” “someone’s been on their good behavior, you should listen to me more often you get to see me that way.” “yeah yeah, ready to go?” “yeah sure, you’re paying for jo too?” “hell no.”

the habit sneaks its way in when he throws a protective hold over her, both arms folding over her sides and clasping behind her back. he’s quick, pulling her close and away from jo. they’re up against the car, they’re out in the open and jo’s never looked more smug.

“jaesun!” “sorry, it’s just us, jo can freeload another time.” “you’re just mad she kisses me more when it’s us three.” “no i’m mad you’re still here.” “jaesun!” “sorry she’s not coming.” he tightens at that, hands making a grasp where he can. holding her like she might jump out into jo’s arm, or like he doesn’t want to lose a day as nice as this. haeri haeri and just haeri. as if the idea’s too much to believe, as if jo’s the turning point in the nightmare jaesun grasps and doesn’t notice the squeak he gets. ‘haebae isn’t that your teacher?’ until he hears it again, haeri’s turning her head and jaesun’s looking straight. “did you forget something, why’s he looking like that?” “jaesun let go!!” that’s what gets him to pause and jo to laugh. him moving back to look down at her face, redder than red and refusing to meet his eye. him thinking before following her teacher’s eyes and the eyes of the kids by his side.

down. down and to his hands seated firmly in her jeans pockets.

he takes too long to process and haeri’s already out and running to the passenger seat.

“oops?” ‘nah, she likes it.’ “jo!” ‘love you bae, bye lovebirds!’

jaesun hasn’t been in the ring for half a year. he hasn’t had time and he didn’t think it’d made an impact. he had other things to occupy himself and clear all the mess that was the problem. he didn’t have any issues with using his hands...

until now.

haeri doesn’t speak half the ride to her house. jaesun’s still red when they pull up.

she’s got her hand over her face when he opens the passenger door for her.

“you’ve been ------ grabbing my --- you know! in front of everyone.” “i’m sorry!” “you ----- literally everywhere how didn’t you know----” “I just - it felt comfortable.” “i - stop.” he pauses, doesn’t even have it in him to pout completely. “we’re going to the gym, tomorrow.” “okay.” “and you need to pay more attention to your surroundings.” “okay.”

now he’s pouting, half smile, half pout. “barbecue?” “barbecue.”

they’re ready to move, supplies and bags thrown into the backseat.

“hey mom jaesun’s fondling haeri in the driveway again!” “get in the car get in the car get in the car!!!!”

troublesome or not, they’re laughing and like everything else, they adapt.

#( good for you. )

[evangelene]

What You Can’t Have Pt. 2

Summary: You always want what you can’t have: You want Seokjin, Yoongi wants Yoora and the only seemingly happy couple is the wanted themselves. Until you and Yoongi get drunk one night and fall into a relationship that neither of you wanted or planned. The only problem is, could either of you move on from your first loves to fall again?

23 pags and 10K+ later this is what y’all get. WHY IS THIS SO LONG?!

THERE WILL STILL BE ONE MORE PART TO THIS

WARNINGS: Sexual situations, blood, angst, idiocy, derpiness, general super fluff for whatever reason, also heartbreak. The usual. You know me.

PART ONE / PART THREE

It'd been a month and a half since you and Yoongi started dating and, for some reason, your stomach was finally starting to release on that feeling that you needed to escape--that you needed to tuck and roll out of this relationship and back into singledom. Maybe it was because Yoongi was your best friend so dating him didn't feel like dating anyone at all. Because he was your friend, he wasn't demanding; he didn't want anything else out of you other than your presence--no kisses, little hugs, no cuddling, no pressure to hold hands, none of it. You were both interested in other people, and that was what made the relationship work best. At least, that was what you thought.

To everyone else, it probably looked like you were a couple permanently stuck on their first date--always awkward, like you were just learning how to be around each other in this new way. Today was no different.

You wrapped your arms around your stomach to disguise all your insecurities as the water washed over your hips and kept your thighs out of view. Turning over your shoulder, you spotted Yoongi on the shore, unable to make himself move forward into the ocean with his modest swimshorts and shirt. There were two reasons you were halfway out into the shallows contemplating just throwing yourself off the drop-off: you loved the water, and you were (stupidly) wearing a bikini. You went swimsuit shopping with Yoora yesterday and, after debating between a one or two piece, you'd gone with the latter. At the time, you didn't think it'd matter; then, there you were practically bolting into the water until it was up to your chest just to cover everything from Yoongi's sight. He was an idol, he was literally perfection.

You...well, you had these things called stomach, thighs, butt, breasts--yeah, you were a walking ball of insecurity. Why the hell didn't you think about that previously?

"Yoongi?" You shouted to him only to find him staring at you blankly. He started into the water, moving in until he was about ankle deep before he found himself content with that depth. He curled a hand over his ear, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?"

"Dating or coming to the beach?"  He was grinning, speaking softly enough to get you to come closer just so you could hear him. You frowned but took one whole step closer.

"Dating." You shouted. "I can read your freaking lips dumbass!" It was a hot day out--global warming and all of its bipolar glory--and the water, surprisingly wasn't as cold as you thought it'd be.

He ran his tongue over his teeth. "Come here and talk to me."

"You come here!"

With a sigh, he stepped in up to his shins. "Better?" He grinned, holding his hand out at his sides. "Look, it's only been a month and a half Y/N, why don't we--"

"Yoongi my past relationships lasted two weeks." You slowly stepped closer, squatting as you walked to keep your body submerged and out of sight. "Why are we still doing this? It's not helping either of us, is it?"

He stared down at you as you approached his shins like a fucking crab, determined to keep your body from his view as best you could. "Did it not help with the fact that we slept together?"

Your hands wrapped around his ankles to keep you steady in the waves. "It did...but I just...Yoongi--what if I'm ruining your chance to truly move on? You're at a point in your career where you're able to meet so many women, being tied to a girl you don't even love doesn't make sense."

"Why are you making me look down at you? I'm not dating a sea creature; I'm dating the human Y/N." You glared at him until he chuckled and squat down just enough to keep his butt out of the water. "Would it really matter if we broke up? I'm not moving on anytime soon, Y/N. Yoora--Yoora still matters to me too much for that to be possible." There was pain in your body but you ignored it, you were squatting just as awkwardly as Yoongi was, except for you didn't have the idol training and muscle to back it up. "And I can see in your eyes that it's the same for you. Heartbreak is better together right? Especially when you trust that person with your life."

"You are soooooo cheesy." You plopped your hands in the next wave, splashing water up and into his face, dotting his dry shirt and arms with droplets.

The Yoongi glare that froze his members in place didn't work on you --you only grinned innocently. "Did you just splash me?"

"Well, did you see a fish? You never know, really--you're getting old, should we get your eyes checked?" Your fingers tightened on his ankles once more. "Besides, what are you going to do to me when you don't even want to get in the water? How are you going to stop me if I do this?!" You tugged on his legs, causing him to lose balance and fall forward into the water, creating a splash that was far larger than your measly attack earlier.

Yoongi came up from the water--drenched from head to toe now--like a monster with his glare. You tried to thrash away with giggles but his hands found your ankles and soon you were being dragged back to him, his fingers digging into your waist. Unceremoniously, he got a good grip on you and hoisted you up over his shoulder. Your following squeal must have been exactly what he was looking for because you could feel his shoulder vibrate in your stomach.

"Hey, hey! Your cheesiness is cute and there wasn't a fish it was me! I confess! I repent!! Shit!" You screamed as he carried you deeper into the water, laughing despite all the racket you were making. "Yoongi, don't kill me!" His chuckles increased, giving you a mini stomach massage before he put his hands on your thighs and flipped you face first into the water.

You burst through the surface after your feet got purchase on the sandy bottom, spitting water in his face with a piece of floating seaweed dangling down in front of your eye. Yoongi was laughing despite the saliva soaked salt water, blooming a bright, gummy smile that warmed something inside of you. Instead of giving into your urge to reach out and hold his hand, you tackled him backwards into the water.

It was easier to wrestle with people than it was with feelings.

~.~

You pushed open the door to the boys' dorm, taking your shoes off at the entrance. "Yoongi?" You called out after there was no response. "Boys?"

"Y/N?"

"Hoseok?"

"Y/N!" You strode out of the foyer only to get yourself wrapped up in Hoseok's arms; instantly you were swept off your feet and spun in circles until your stomach flipped. "You're here!" He grinned up at you, laughing as you let out a small shriek. "You haven't been here recently; you used to come by all the time!"  Hoseok set you down but kept his arms around you, still hugging you tightly in his determination to make an idiotic point. "It's not fair that Yoongi gets you all to himself! You're our Y/N too!!"

"Aww Hoseok, let go of her before Yoongi finds you!" Jungkook shouted from the couch with the other boys, watching Namjoon and Taehyung battle it out in an obscure racing game that you bought for them to keep the maknaes entertained.

As if on cue, a slipper came flying from the hall to smack into the side of Hoseok's head.

"That's because she's my girlfriend and not yours." But the threat fell flat; you were well aware that he would never love you in the way that constituted a romantic relationship or the jealousy that he was pretending to display. Yoongi was a great actor honestly, if you didn't know any better you would have thought that it was real.

"Y/N is here?" You turned to spot Yoora detangling herself from Seokjin so he could come up and wrap his arms around you. Despite the fact that her boyfriend was hugging you, Yoora was smiling at the two of you. "You're really here." He breathed into your hair. "I haven't seen you in so long--I'm so happy you could make it to our movie night."

You gripped his arm, trying desperately not to let your hands shake. "Yeah, I'm happy too." You whispered, grinning at the side of his face. "It's good to see you all."

Before Seokjin could say anything else, a second slipper smacked him upside the head. You both snapped your gaze to Yoongi who walked past as if he did nothing, wrapping one arm around your middle to yank you from Seokjin's grasp. Before you could question him, he shoved you to sit you next to Namjoon who was twisting the game controller wildly.

"Jin, I need your help in the kitchen for popcorn and snacks." Yoongi grunted, kicking the back of Seokjin's knee to get him to move forward towards the archway of said kitchen.

Namjoon and Yoora both looked at you for answers to questions that you were asking yourself.

"What was that all about?" Namjoon murmured, "Are you okay, Y/N?"

"Yoongi's acting weird." Yoora whispered. "Is he jealous of Seokjin?"

You wanted to scream in her face, tell him that duh he was jealous of Seokjin but it definitely wasn't over you--it was over her. Yoongi loved Yoora and Yoora only. You sighed, shaking your head. "I don't see why he would have a reason to be, Seokjin is your boyfriend not mine." You chuckled, tucking your knees up to your chest.

"What about Seokjin?" The guy himself grinned with a bowl of popcorn in hand. He patted your head as he passed before dropping down to sit next to his girlfriend. Seokjin tangled his legs in Yoora's, wrapping his arm around her shoulders so he could bring her close and kiss her temple. Instead of the usual knife to the heart that the sight was, it was more like a dull ache in the pit of your stomach.

"What's Yoongi doing?" You said.

Seokjin shrugged, nosing Yoora. With a sigh you pushed up to your feet, wandering into the kitchen yourself only to find Yoongi with his hands on the counter, his head bent as the microwave ticked the seconds. The veins in his arms were popped and you could see his fingertips turning white.

"Yoongi?" You murmured, watching him turn around to face you. Something passed from his gaze before you could spot it, the hardness in his stare softened but not by much. "Are you alright?" You whispered.

He popped his cheek out with his tongue, staring at you. "Yeah, I'm fine."

You crossed your arms and cocked your hip, raising one eyebrow at him.

He sighed. "I'm fine, Y/N."

"Is it because Yoora didn't come up to say hello? Or is it because you're jealous of Seokjin? You know, for this dating thing to work you actually have to pretend that you like me." You giggled.

Yoongi was never known to be angry, never known to be emotional in any terms of the word. But this man right in front of you was full of so many strange emotions that you could not place or identify. "You're popular you know that? More popular than you think. Why the hell are you with me to begin with?"

"What?" You furrowed your brow on him, stepping deeper into the kitchen so your conversation wasn't immediately understandable to those outside were they actually listening. "Yoongi what the hell are you talking about?"

He shook his head, clearing whatever crazed thoughts were blooming in his head until the Yoongi that you've always known was finally back. "I'm sorry--I just, Yoora. I hate seeing them together."

You reached for his hand, surprised that he actually let you take it. For some reason you thought he'd either flinch or smack you away. "Hey, hey. It's okay."

He glanced at you, his lips parting to speak, but he couldn't.

"I get it." You whispered. "But weren't you the one that told me to forget about it? Weren't you the one to tell me we should move on? Yoongi, pretend like they don't exist tonight."

"Y/N, they are literally right in front of our faces."

"Then look at me." You murmured, your eyes searching his. "Look only at me tonight."

"Y/N, I--"

"Hey Yoongi? Shut up." You chuckled, slinging his arm over your shoulders. "You smell like spices, you know that?"

He gave you one of his silent laughs, shaking his head before dropping his forehead to your shoulder in relief. "You smell like flowers; I don't know the type of flower, but I know that it's the kind that everyone wants to cherish." He winced at himself. "Too cheesy?"

"Nah." You snorted, pushing his fringe off his forehead so you could better see his expression. "I like cheesy. Now hurry up with the popcorn and meet me out there, okay? They're waiting."

You started towards the living room, but before you could leave the kitchen entirely Yoongi called your name.

"Yeah?" You stopped in your tracks, peering over your shoulder at him.

"When Seokjin hugged you--did you...did you feel anything?"

"He was warm." You grinned to the floor, unable to meet Yoongi's gaze due to the heat flaring up your neck. "And tall, and he smells like vanilla and sugar cookies and I really didn't want the hug to ever end. I'm sure, if it was you and Yoora, you would feel the same."

"Yeah." He whispered to himself as you left the kitchen. "The same."

You flopped yourself down next to Namjoon, resting your back comfortably against him. Shortly after, Yoongi came in with a bowl of popcorn, knocking your legs off his spot and twisting you over to his side so you were no longer using the leader of BTS as a backrest. "Excuse you."

"Well, you're taking up all the room."

You snorted and bumped your shoulder with his; as a result he set his hand back down on your leg, fingers motioning for you to lace your hand with his. Every time your gaze found Seokjin and Yoora, you could feel Yoongi giving your hand a gentle squeeze, transferring your attention to the warmth of his skin. Seokjin glanced over at the two of you, his gaze finding the point where Yoongi's skin met yours--you could only smile and pretend like the heat of Yoongi's skin wasn't making the tips of your ears red.

~.~

You were confusing the absolute fuck out of yourself; mainly because muddled feelings, staring blankly at the boys on a variety show for hours and drinking straight from a bottle of liquor you'd had for the past year did not go together at all.

You knew you were shit at handling tequila (was it tequila or gin? You'd lost the ability to properly read an hour ago), but when you saw it on your shelf that night it held a promise that it would help solve all your problems. Well, if your problem was soberness then yes it definitely obliterated that. Helping sort through your feelings for two different men? Then no. Tequila (?): one, you: zero.

To make the score on Tequila's side even higher, you decided right then and there that yes, you had to go see the boys right this fucking instant because how else were you supposed to figure out why Yoongi's hand made you feel warm and fuzzy while Seokjin's hugs stabbed holes through your heart?

Yeah no, you were not known for good choices and sobriety.

You stumbled out on the sidewalk, still in your pajamas (at least you thought they were your pajamas but really it was Seokjin's old band shirt you stole six years ago and a pair of leggings you found on your floor) as you giggled and hiccupped. Like a fucking idiot, you started towards the boys' dorms only to go the wrong way because drunk you was one: too flirty for her own safety, two: dumber than dirt, and three: terrible with directions.

"Heeey, baby, where are you going?"

You turned to the sound of a voice, grinning as you slurred. "I have a boyfriend, but shhh...don't tell anyone that he doesn't actually like me."

"Aww, you poor thing, we could make you feel great." The two men went from fuzzy blurs to clear images of pure creep in front of you; granted, drunk you could practically believe they were saints there to lead you safely to the boys' dorm. "Why you crying sweetie? We'll take you home after, it'll be just fine."

You furrowed your brow in confusion, your fingers dabbing at your damp cheeks; your eyes felt puffy, how long had you been crying for? "What're you offerin'? Because I like--" you hiccuped, "--ah, I don't know who I like."

One of the men slung his arm around your shoulders, wiping the tears from your face with the back of his finger. "You like us, don't you?" His grin grew into something that made the shadows swirl around you.

You stared at them, watching them come in and out of focus until you shook your head. "Nah, you know that idol--BTS or whatever? Bulletproof girlscouts? Or was it boyscouts? Shiiiiit."

They chuckled. "Yeah sweetie, whatever you say. Come with us."

"Will you take me to them?" You whispered as if it was a secret that you were looking for your long time friends. But maybe it was--after all, as far as the world knew, you had no ties to the international idols.

"Of course, baby. Of course." Just as they started to walk with you, well more like lead you back down the alley from whence they came, a car swerved up to the side of the curb. The car did not turn off; it just came a squeaky stop followed by a tall man practically bolting out of the driver's side.

"Y/N! What the hell are you doing?"

The three of you turned to stare at the man--well you, you attempted to turn but wound up leaning on one of the men for support.

"Wait, bro, isn't that--"

"Jinnie!!" You grinned. "Will you take me to Yoongi? These guys said that they--" You turned as said men left you alone by practically running full speed down the street. "Where they go?"

"Have you been drinking?" He hissed, sliding his jacket over your bare shoulders. "And what the hell did you do to my shirt?"

"Is tequila a drink?" You followed his gaze to stare down at the fabric covering your chest. "You don't like it? It got hot so I cut off the sleeves."

He shook his head, helping you into the passenger side of his car.

"Seokseok?"

"That's your nickname for Hoseok, Y/N; I'm Seokjin."

"I'm drunk."

Seokjin chuckled, buckling you in. "Yes, yes you are. I'll take you to Yoongi and he'll take care of you, okay?"

"Why won't you?" You murmured, staring up at him with wide, oblivious, idiotic eyes. "Because I'm not Yoora?"

Seokjin licked his lips, his eyes refusing to break from your stare before he reached over to tuck fallen strands of hair behind your ear. "Because you're dating Yoongi, Y/N." Before you could say anything else stupid, forcing him to say something stupid, he closed your door.

~.~

Yoongi rolled out of bed to fervent knocking on his bedroom door. He was thankful that he finally got his own room, because, when he answered the door, he found something that would have irritated the fuck out of his roommate.

Seokjin was standing there with you tucked up in his arms like you were a child, your head lolling against his chest as you murmured nothingness in your sleep. "Yoongi, I brought you a gift."

Yoongi wanted to hit him; for the first time, Yoongi felt like he would actually deck an elder into unconsciousness. He rubbed at the side of his head instead, glaring at Seokjin. "Return it."

"I found it on the street drunker than drunk, she was almost taken by two men--I don't really think her being home alone is a good idea. A thank you would be nice."

Yoongi stared at your sleeping face, his frown turning into a scowl. "Fucking idiot." He shook his head, pointing to his bed. "Put her there, I'll go sleep on the couch tonight."

"She's your girlfriend; I think it's alright for you to stay in your own damn room." Seokjin murmured, placing you on Yoongi's bed with such care that it was too much for the rapper.

Yoongi's eyes hardened on Seokjin's back. "You like her, don't you?"

"Y/N? She's my childhood friend, of course I like her."

Yoongi practically slammed his forehead into a wall but he settled for covering his mouth with a hand. "Morons, the all of you." He sighed. "Me included." He peeled himself from his momentary face-palming and stepped closer to stare down at you as you shifted, exposing your neck and a sliver of your stomach. "Do you know what she was doing out there?" Yoongi murmured, tugging down your shirt.

"She was looking for you." Seokjin's gaze pierced the underside of Yoongi's jaw as his fingers lingered on the fabric.

"You can go now." Yoongi whispered, murmuring a thank you under his breath as Seokjin left him alone with you.

"Seokseok." You mumbled in your sleep. Yoongi flicked your forehead, bringing you into the world of the living.

"Oongi?" You slurred.

Yoongi sat himself on the edge of the bed, curling his lip at you. "Jeesus, how much did you drink?"

"I dunno, a lot?" You giggled.

"Dumbass. You just about got yourself kidnapped." Yoongi stared at you, shaking his head with a small smirk. "Honestly, what am I going to do with you?"

"Take off my pants."

Yoongi choked on his own spit, coughing to the floor as he nearly fell off the bed in shock. "Y/N--what in the actual fuck?"

"Whaaat?? It's nothing you haven't seen before." As if proving that you said what he thought you said, you started trying to shimmy out of your leggings, wriggling like a god damn fool on his bed in a way that had him pulling the covers over either side of you to mummify your body and keep your hands pinned at your sides.

"If you were sober, you'd kill yourself--you know that right?" He grunted as you fought his restraints, waiting until you went lax before letting you free.

"Sooo? Sober me is boriinnngg." You whined. Yoongi stared at your bare shoulders as the shirt you'd destroyed slid dangerously, grinding his teeth in his jaw before getting up to get a long-sleeve turtleneck from his dresser.

Except for, when he turned around with said clothing in hand, he found that you had already shed yourself of your shirt and pants and were now stumbling around trying to figure out how the hell your damn bra worked.

"Y/N!" Yoongi shouted, running to close the door before the night owl maknaes--or worse, Seokjin-- decided to peek in his room at this very moment. Only then did he try to gather your clothes and force some decency on you--well until you decided to give him a drunken attempt at flirting by biting your lip before grabbing his face in both of your hands. Without any warning, you smashed your lips against his, chewing his bottom lip until he gasped and gave you the opening you needed to slip your tongue between his teeth. The icing on the fucking cake was when you groaned against his lips in just that right pitch that--

Yoongi grabbed your wrists, shoving you back against the nearest wall next to a poster of an American rapper. His body caged yours, his throat dry as he swallowed and stared at the apex of your neck, the dip of the strap to your bra. He licked his lips and shook his head.  "You are drunk, Y/N. No. This is not right, go back to being asleep. You were easier to manage then."

When you gave him another one of your wicked grins he physically picked you up and dropped you onto his bed. "Sleep. Now." He murmured, going back to pick up the shirt he was going to force on you and your lost leggings. When he turned around to dress you once more, he found you pouting as you twisted your arms behind you to unclasp your--

Yoongi had never ran so damn fast in his life. He grabbed hold of your wrists, yanking them away from your sides. "Y/N, stop. Stop it now."

"Your voice...strained." You slurred, giggling as you head lolled to the side. "What if I don't want to stop?" Your face was so close, your breath hot in his ear in a way that spread goosebumps across his skin. "Yoongi, why won't you kiss me? Just take off those pesky clothes and come and fu--"

He grit his teeth, twisting so he could shove you back against the bed and shut you up--this time with your wrists pinned above your head. "Don't do this, Y/N--don't make me tie you to this fucking bed."

"Ooooh," you giggled, "are the handcuffs at least fuzzy?"

Yoongi's head dropped to your shoulder in defeat, but he didn't dare loosen his grip. It felt like his entire body was shaking with the effort to keep his morals. "Why do you have to be a sexual drunk--why? How the hell am I supposed to deal with this--you and fucking Seokjin seriously just....ahhhh!" Yoongi let out a strangled scream that was muffled by the skin of your shoulder.

"Seokjin." You murmured, thrashing with newfound energy. "Yoongi--ah! I have to go tell Seokjin."

Yoongi felt his entire body go rigid as his eyes flew open, staring directly at your skin--at that mole that he barely remembered kissing in a drunken slur.

"I have to go tell Seokjin that I love--mmm...yeah. I have to tell him that I love--"

Before you could finish your drunken epiphany, Yoongi was off of you and out the door, closing it behind him. As he stood there, he could hear your stammering footsteps and your clumsy hands on the handle. You were murmured pleases, that you had to tell him something--that this needed to happen now. Yoongi blocked the exit with his body, leaning against the door so you couldn't get out and he couldn't get in. As you banged against the door like a possessed woman, Yoongi slid to the ground, waiting until you quieted before resting his head against the wood.

"Yoongi?" Seokjin was on the couch, staring at him. "Is she okay?"

Yoongi snarled. "Fuck you, Seokjin. Just go to bed." He closed his eyes, pretending like the images behind his eyelids were Yoora staring at him with that smile of hers instead of you whispering in his ear in your underwear. "They're both yours anyways."

~.~

You paced your apartment, threading through your rooms until you felt like you had to throw up. He was late and you were keenly aware of that fact. Normally such a thing wouldn't bother you; Yoongi always showed up--he was always there even if he was a bit late. This time though, you felt like you needed to see him. Something in yourself was changing--you wanted to tell him that he was changing you. You wanted to tell him that you were lost and confused, that you didn't know what feelings were what anymore. The person that mattered to you most, was he your boyfriend or your first love?

You didn't know, but you felt like seeing him and speaking to him would help you figure it out.

But he wasn't there.

An hour later, and he was still silent--no text messages, no appearances, no calls, nothing. Suddenly you found yourself sitting on the couch, staring at the front door aimlessly. You didn't know how long you had been sitting there or what time it was when your phone finally rang. Without looking at the caller id, you dove for your phone, sliding across your couch as you pressed it to your ear. For some reason, you were breathing heavily.

"Yoongi?" You whispered.

"Ah, Y/N." You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. There wasn't enough oxygen in the air, and while you wanted to be mad, something in you was so excited and happy that you were satisfied with just hearing his voice.

Shit.

"Yoongi, where are you?" Everything else hung on your tongue and weighted the air in your room. I'm looking forward to you coming here. I have something to tell you. Please come here now.

He sounded distracted, unlike when you normally spoke with him. Usually, you could practically hear him lean in to the phone and close his eyes. Yoongi always focused one hundred and ten percent on his task, and currently, that was talking to you.

He laughed, talking to someone in the background.

Double shit. You didn't want to hear this, not now.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm at the hospital right now."

You ducked your head into your chest, your free hand balling into a fist on the edge of the couch. "Are you okay?" Who's with you?

"I'm fine--it's Yoora."

You couldn't say anything for a long time; instead you could only feel yourself shrink into a tiny ball; even in the sanctuary of your home you felt like you wanted to disappear. If you could have thrown your phone, you would have. "Is she okay?" You whispered after what felt like an eternity, though it was probably only a minute.

"Yeah, she's fine--she's just a klutz and conked her head real good. I've been with her all day and I didn't realize what time it was."

It's always her. It will always be her.

Even when you closed your eyes, all you saw and felt was you on a boat without a driver, alone on a lake and sky devoid of stars. You felt your hands shake.

"Why isn't Seokjin there?" You hated the way your voice cracked.

"He's been at the company, he should be here soon."

You nodded even though you knew he couldn't see you. You were surprised by how soothing his voice was even when you were like this; it was something that you didn't realize you had grown so utterly attached to in these past few months that it surprised you when the tears started falling.

"Y/N, are you okay?" You wanted to hang up, throw the phone at a wall, anything but just sit there quietly crying as he questioned you like he actually cared about you--like he wasn't with the girl of his dreams.

Why didn't you tell me? Are you coming here when Seokjin leaves? Why didn't you tell me not to wait up for you?

"Y/N?" You heard shuffling, a voice in the background. "I'll be over later tonight."

"Don't bother, just take care of Yoora."

"Y/N--"

"Goodbye, Yoongi. Have a good night." Before he could say anything else, you hung up. Almost instantly, the phone dropped from your hand. You could feel the ghost of his small touches on your skin, his hand in yours and his smile as he comforted you. You felt like your chest was being torn apart. "Why did we do this?" You murmured. "What's the point of all of this if I'm just going to get broken again?"

You stripped off your prepared date-night clothing, ruffling your hair and moving towards the bedroom to wallow in your newfound pain. You didn't remember doing much else, but you must have gotten yourself in pajamas because soon enough you were crying yourself to sleep under a pile of comforters until sleep took you.

~.~

Once again, as you seemed to be famous for as of late, you woke to the sound of knocking at your door. And again, you managed to roll yourself out of bed and drag a comforter along with you. It was kind of pathetic that you were doing this again; walking to answer the door after a night of crying over a guy--but this time it wasn't Yoongi here to console you. This time it wasn't quick and patient knocking, it was fast, furious, and pleading for you to open the door. With the blanket pulled over your head, you opened the door to none other than Kim Seokjin.

Oh the fucking irony.

"Seokjin?" You rubbed at your puffy eyes. "What are you doing here?"

He was breathing heavy as he stared down at you, but before you could even question him further, he wrapped you in his arms and knocked all the air out of your lungs. "You were crying." He whispered into your hair, his arms so tight around you that you felt them vividly through your comforter. "Why were you crying?"

"Seokjin--why are you here?"

"I went to pick up Yoora yesterday and she told me that Yoongi had been with her all day instead of you. You had a date, didn't you?"

"I--"

Seokjin let out a chuckle that sounded more sad than amused, his breath tickling the back of your neck. "You hate being left alone, you always have."

You felt the tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes again and your hands curled automatically into his jacket. "Why are you here now? Why now?"

"Because you wouldn't answer your phone last night or this morning. So, I thought I'd just come over and make sure you're okay. I worry about you, Y/N. Is Yoongi treating you right?"

You stared up at him, before burying into his chest like you used to do when you were kids and he'd stop the other girls from bullying you. "He does." You whispered. "I've been spoiled."

There was a long pause above you before Seokjin fully swept you off your feet and carried you to your bedroom, placing you on the edge of the bed. You let out a high-pitched squeal; he was so tall--you'd forgotten that. "Well, since I don't believe that you're actually okay and being treated right, how about I get you out of the house for the day, huh?"

You pursed your lips at him, tugging the comforter tighter around you. "What about Yoora? Isn't her birthday party next week?"

Seokjin chuckled, grabbing a dress from your closet. "Yes it is--I've got my gift for her already and she's currently at the apartment being pampered by the boys after being released from the hospital."

You thought of Yoongi, sitting next to her and smiling in a way that he never did when he looked at you. Your toes curled painfully under the comforter. "Are we going there?"

He sighed, setting the dress on the bed next to you. "No. I can't currently look at Yoongi's face without wanting to punch it, so instead we're going to the pier."

"But--your manager and--"

Seokjin put a hand on either side of you, forcing your gaze to meet his. "Y/N, it's fine. We haven't hung out together in ages. Let's just go have fun today, yeah?"

You clutched the comforter, grinning at him. "Yeah, okay. But your breath stinks." You could only laugh when he put on his best offended face and left you alone to get dressed.

~.~

Suddenly, instead of everything reminding you of the man at your side, your had Yoongi vision. You wondered if Yoongi would like this, or if he would want that, or if he would buy that just because you wanted to try it. You knew that, if he were there with you, he would see something he liked but would only stare at it without saying anything only to walk past it entirely. In which, it would be you who would run to go buy it and offer him half. He'd accept it, with false fight in himself, and grin sheepishly as you fed him a bite from the plastic fork in your hand. You imagined your outstretched hand towards him, holding the paper bin underneath to catch any drips, and the smile on his face as he took that first bite. But then your hand became thinner, slender, with impeccable nails and that perfect, pale skin.

Yoora.

You imagined Yoora taking a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth--you imagined his eyes as they met hers. It was only ever her.

It was always, always, Yoora.

"Y/N? Do you want some?" Seokjin pointed to the food stand vendor you'd been absent-mindedly staring at. "What do you want?" He started to grab his wallet but your hand on his wrist stopped him.

"No." You whispered sheepishly. "I was just thinking that Yoongi would like this place."

You couldn't see the expression of the male next to you because you were too focused on pulling yourself out of your daydreams. "How about we go on some rides?" He grabbed your hand, leading you away and deeper onto the pier.

"Seokjin, you're a big baby. You hate rides." You stared at his back, chuckling at the fact that, even when he was a kid, he always had such broad shoulders. It was one of the things that you liked about him, someone like Seokjin was safe. Seokjin always made sure that you were comfortable; he protected you and was never intentionally going to hurt you.

But weren't you the fucking idiot, you thought that about two men and they both did the same thing--fell in love with a girl, the same girl, that was not and would never be you.

He turned around to look back at you, his brows furrowing. "But you like them and I like that dress on you." He grinned, "You look cute!"

Any other time you would feel your heart skip and your face flush with the constant cheesiness doted upon you, but now, it felt like an older brother doting on his younger sister. It wasn't that stomach flip that you got when Yoongi told you that you looked amazing. It wasn't that warmth in your chest when Yoongi grabbed your hand, when Yoongi took you on a date--when you stared at the stars and finally thought that, yes, you could move on from your first love.

You grinned up at Seokjin. "And your pink shirt suits you too--you look handsome."

"I know." He beamed a smile at you that momentarily blinded you from your lack of stars.

He sat you down in the seat next to him, helping you buckle the always extra complicated mechanism that kept you in place on the ride. You kept seeing Yoongi's fingers, Yoongi's smile as he told you how stupid you were--but there was never any venom.

The ride jolted you forward, Seokjin's hand lacing through yours as he tried (and failed) to stop screaming.

"Seokjin?" You shouted over the wind in your face.

"Is this really the time for talking?" He squeaked out, letting out a high-pitched goat-howl that had you laughing as the wind forcibly shoved your hair off your face. It distracted you enough from your thoughts until suddenly, before either of you realized it, the ride was coming to a slow stop.

"What..." He was panting with all of the exaggeration that was Kim Seokjin. "What did you want to say?"

"What do you like about her?"

"About Yoora?"

You nodded, waiting until the operator came by to undo your latches before standing up and helping the older male do the same; his rubber legs weren't convincing you that he could do it on his own.

"Ah," He nearly tripped. "She's pretty, you know? She makes me feel like I'm the only guy in the world capable of standing by her side. I've never really met someone like her before, you know? She's amazing; no one can honestly hate her. I've never met a more perfect person--besides myself of course." He laughed, turning to look over his shoulder at you only to find you staring up at his back with tears in your eyes, tears that you couldn't stop from spilling over your cheeks. Before you could hurriedly wipe them away with your sleeves, Seokjin was wrapping you in his arms, his chin resting on the top of your head.

"She's unique." He murmured. "But Y/N, there's really only ever been one--" The rush of the ride starting up again behind you muffled his words and you could only twist to stare up at him in confusion as he let his mouth hang open, licking his dry lips. "Come on," He shouted in your ear. "Let's go get some pier food and try one of those stuffed animal games, yeah?"

You nodded, letting him take your hand and guide you woodenly through the exit gates. Before that night at the bar with Yoongi, your heart would probably be out of your chest and writhing on the floor--but now, now all you felt was that Seokjin must really love her.

And so does Yoongi.

And it was in that moment, with Seokjin's hand in yours that you finally let yourself come to terms with the fact that once again, you were in love with a man that would never love you.

And it was no longer Seokjin.

~.~

"Seokjin! Kim Seokjin! Kim Seokjin! Ahhhhh!!" You shrieked, mimicking one of his many fans at BTS' concerts as he threw yet another softball at the stacked milk jugs in one of the game booths on the pier.

He chuckled, whipping the ball practically through the three--sending them falling cleanly to the ground.

"Wooow!" You clapped as if this was the first thing he'd won at the pier and not the backpack of stuffed critters that you were wearing on your back.

He snorted, grabbing the bear from the guy's hands to put in your bag. "Thanks for the support, Y/N."

"It's all for Yoora, you have to get her so many stuffed animals so we can show her how much you love her!" You marched forward, forgetting the way Yoora's name left a horrible aftertaste on your tongue as you tried to keep it all in. All of it. Yoora loved stupid stuffed animals--she collected them. Seokjin's idea was brilliant for his perfect person, and for you, it was just another reminder of the girl that you couldn't hate.

"Yeah." He murmured to your back. "For Yoora."

You paused on your walk in search for the next booth that would fall victim to Seokjin's winning streak. Instead, your eyes found a stuffed animal sloth, one with soft, attentive eyes and arms outstretched towards you. It wasn't the laziness of the animal that reminded you of Yoongi; rather it was the way that the eyes were done, the way the face was shaped with a round curve, the gentleness of the creature with claws. "Yoongi." You murmured.

"What?" Seokjin twisted at your side to see your face, following the path of your eyes to the stuffed prize. "Where is he?"

"The sloth." You murmured. "It reminds me of him, it's so soft."

"Are we talking about the same person?" Seokjin chuckled, avoiding your hand that came out to try and hit him. "You really love him, don't you?"

"I do." You murmured to the sloth from across the street, shaking your head. "But I can't tell him that." You started to walk only to have Seokjin grab your wrist to stop you, forcing your gaze to him.

"Y/N, why?" There was a hardness to his eyes that you had never seen before; some strange emotion on his face that you could name but refused to believe was real. Seokjin was never like this, never for these reasons.

He must be jealous because he knows Yoongi's secret; that Yoongi loves Yoora.

"Ah, well you know with idols and such it's just really hard and all and we'll probably have to break up because I don't think that...ah, you know. I-I have to go to the bathroom, would you watch the stuff?" And before Seokjin could stop you, you dropped the backpack at his feet, bolting down the pier before he could see your tears.

~.~

Seokjin grinned at the booth-keeper. "Thank you." He said as the man pushed him a basket full of softballs. Setting to work immediately, he grabbed one and pulled his arm back, staring at the stupid sloth that you had been eyeing.

Miss.

He felt someone lean against the wood railing next to him, but, determined, he let out one more throw before turning to face them.

Miss.

"What the hell are you doing?' Yoongi hissed, his glare lethal for someone that didn't have immunity to it. Luckily, Seokjin did.

Seokjin sighed, turning back to grab another softball from the basket. "Winning that stuffed sloth."

"For who, Yoora or Y/N?" Yoongi leaned forward, his breath practically on fire. "Where is she?"

"Yoora, she's my girlfriend. Remember?"

"Then why are you here with Y/N?"

"Why were you with Yoora all day?" Seokjin shot back, whipping the ball into a plate hard enough to cause it to bounce back and shatter up--almost hitting the two bickering boys.

"Why are you doing this to her?" Yoongi growled, his fingers tugging through his hair. "This is so fucking stupid. Just admit that you like her."

"Yes, I like Yoora." Seokjin spun on him, his gaze meeting Yoongi's. "I love Yoora."

Yoongi's eyes searched his, flitting around until he scoffed. "If you really love her, then don't talk to Y/N anymore. If you really love her, you would stop giving your childhood friend heart eyes and keeping her all to yourself when she has a boyfriend. But if you can't do that, then how about you dump Yoora and let me have her."

"I--" Seokjin stared at his long-time friend, his brother who had anger burning under his skin.

"Never mind. I don't want to know; just go back to your delusions and I'll go back to mine." Yoongi spun around, his back tightening to the point that even Seokjin could tell from the back of the shorter male that Yoongi hadn't gotten much sleep.

"Yoongi--don't you want to see Y/N?"

"Forget it." Yoongi shouted over his shoulder. "I'll go take care of Yoora, since you're too busy hanging around my girlfriend to take care of her after her concussion."

The booth-keeper stood there awkwardly, coughing under his breath to motion to the wall of available prizes.

"Ah, sorry. I'll take the sloth." He grinned, trying to act as if the heated interaction had never happened. As the man slide the toy across the counter, you slapped your hands on the wooden railing, grinning up at Seokjin.

"Oh! You won it!" You smiled as if he couldn't tell that your eyes were red. "I think Yoora will like it!" You slung the backpack over your shoulders and turned to give Seokjin better access to Yoora's prizes. "I think she'll like it, don't you? It seems like something that I can see her cuddling on our BTS movie nights and rubbing it in your face. Ah, she'll probably tease Yoongi with it. I can see him getting upset and then I would--"

Seokjin cut you off by reaching over you to shove the sloth in your face. "It's not for Yoora, it's for you."

You spun around, staring up at him with wide eyes. "Seokjin?"

"It's for you."

You hugged it to your chest, pressing your face into the top of its furry head as you looked up at Seokjin like a shy toddler. "I can't wait to show it to Yoongi."

Seokjin licked his lips, letting out a deep sigh until you grinned up at him; he couldn't help but smile back at you.

"I'm going to tell him." You whispered. "I'm going to tell Yoongi that I love him."

Seokjin pressed his lips into a tight line but said nothing as he curled an arm around your shoulders and led you towards the end of the pier.

~.~

You stared at the sloth on your couch, momentarily lost in your memories--every memory of you and Yoongi together, every single one.

"Maybe I feel better when I see your face."

You shook your head, gently slapping the sides of your face to fully bring you back into reality. Yoora's birthday cake stared you down from your kitchen table, your keys and purse sitting haphazardly next to it--they were telling you that it was time.

With bubbles in your stomach you reached for your phone, tempted to text Yoongi--until you were reminded of the several hundreds of calls and texts that you'd sent his way without a single response given back.

The anxiety in your stomach built up to the point that you thought you were going to fold in half and pass out on the floor. You loved him. You loved Min Yoongi and you were going to tell him, be rejected and probably cry a thousand tears on your own with no one to knock on your door and make sure you were eating and alive.

You chuckled at yourself. "Even my thoughts are pathetic." But for some reason, there was a weight off your shoulders with your resolve; you were going to tell him. No matter what happened, this one was going to break you, but not forever.

Because you were going to confess and move on.

Steeling yourself for heartbreak, you gingerly grabbed the cake off the table and grabbed your keys. You had an hour before Bangtan surprised Yoora for her birthday; you were going to be early, but knowing those boys the place was probably a mess and would need help from someone who knew how to complete decorating without constant bickering or wrestling.

Just the thought had you chuckling to yourself; you could practically see Yoongi as a ghost in front of you, rubbing at his temples as the maknaes ran screaming behind him.

"Okay." You murmured, taking a quick last glance at your apartment to make sure you had everything. "Let's do this."

~.~

You stepped through the front door, surprised to find it unlocked--it was rarely unlocked unless the maknaes had left already and forgot to lock it before they left. All but two pairs of shoes were in the foyer, signaling that the rest of the boys were out, confirming your original suspicions. Something tightened in your gut, and you had this strange feeling as you slipped your shoes off and set them on the mat that there was something terribly wrong.

Sure enough, that feeling jumped into your throat when you heard a chair crash to the ground, quickly followed by swearing. You padded quietly down the hall in your socks, flinching when the shouting voices finally broke through the barrier that your nerves had put between your brain and your ears.

"What is your deal lately? Huh? You come to the pier to chew me out when you just ignore her anyways and now you just don't want her?"

Seokjin. You'd never heard him this angry--this frustrated. It had your hands shaking underneath the cake and you had to pause to gather your nerve to walk again. Unfortunately, that left you more time for you to hear the argument and figure out the owner of the other pair of shoes in the foyer.

"My deal is you and your fat ego! It's always been you and it will always be you--every girl in my life is absolutely hooked on you and there's nothing I can do about it!"

Yoongi. Yoongi never exploded like this; his anger was quiet, one-word sentences--it wasn't this. It wasn't screaming until his voice was raw, it wasn't this angry clattering you could hear as he lashed out at whatever array of crap had been on the dining room table. A roll of streamer tape slid across the end of the hall by the foyer. Your body was stone, but neither male made a move towards anything. They were too distracted by themselves.

"Aren't you and Y/N dating? She's yours--all yours, she's so fucking in love with you and you don't even know!"

"Yoora!" Yoongi hissed and you felt your blood rushing in your ears as you tried to make your shaking legs move forward. "You took Yoora from me--do you know how long I was in love with her? Do you know how you ripped my damn heart out of my chest; you already had Y/N, why did you need her too?"

"I don't have Y/N! That's the thing that you can't see! I don't have her! I've never had her!"

You slowly brought yourself around the corner, spotting them in the kitchen. Yoongi was glaring at Seokjin as the eldest slammed his fists on the counter.

"You've always had her but you're just so fucking blind that you could never see it! Y/N is in love with you, jackass!" Yoongi screamed. "She always has been and always will be. Y/N has no feelings for me, just like I have none for her. She fucking loves you and I'm--I'm in love with Yoora!"

You froze, feeling tears fall to your hands, of which were still shakily holding that damn cake. When did you start crying?

"You think you know Y/N now?" Seokjin flung a pack of napkins at Yoongi. "You're fucking blind if you think that she doesn't have feelings for you! You're just using her to get closer to Yoora; you're treating her like garbage! Y/N deserves better than you!"

Yoongi grit his teeth, his eyes wild on his group mate, his brother, and his friend. "Do you love her then? Huh? Why do you get both of them?"

"Of course I love Y/N! And Yoora, I--"

"Then why the fuck aren't you dating Y/N? Why do I have to deal with her and all of her sappy, 'Oh I love Seokjin' bullshit? I could have had Yoora this entire time, I--"

The cake tumbled from your hands, the plastic cover clattering to the floor as the carefully decorated frosting splattered and with crumbles of cake into a horrible mess. Both boys' eyes shot to you, standing there just like the cake on the floor--your makeup sliding across your face as you tried to wipe away the tears and fix your shaking upper lip.

"I--I'm sorry." You squeaked out, staring at the cake on the floor. "I'll--I'll go get a new one." Before anyone could run to you, grab you--bring you back to them--you were running, bolting out the door without your bag or even your shoes. You just ran to run. You ran as fast as you could--anywhere but there.

"Y/N!" You didn't know which one shouted your name, whose footsteps attempted to catch up to you, but it wasn't long before you were out the dorm doors and in the street. Even when you were free from the chase of people, you kept running.

Because the feelings, the depression, the anger and sadness--those weren't done following you.

~.~

You pulled your jacket over your head to block out the stars. The hill was cold and the grass was damp with evening moisture; you felt goosebumps on your thighs. Even the damn sky couldn't help you now. You knew this particular spot was the stupidest spot to be sitting in, it's slick, your eyes are teary and hard to see with, it's night, there's a freaking cliff drop at the bottom of the hill--granted it wasn't a large cliff but if you fell the wrong way it'd be the end of L/N, Y/N.

Despite that, you hated that you couldn't care less. You curled your knees up into your chest.

"You know, this is a pretty dumb thing you're doing. What would happen if you slipped?"

You kept the jacket up over your head, but felt the tension rise in your shoulders. "I'm not a klutz like you, Yoora. Please go back to the dorm, don't let me ruin your birthday."

You heard her sigh behind you, slowly and carefully climbing over the fencing to sit herself down next to you. "You're not ruining my birthday. I'll have plenty more, but I only have one friend named Y/N."

"You're so backwards. You're supposed to be selfish and screaming at me."

"And you're supposed to hate me for taking Seokjin from you."

You flipped your jacket off of your head, staring at her with wide eyes.

She only grinned at you and bumped her shoulder lightly with yours. "Yes, I know about your love for Seokjin. I'm perceptive you know? You kind of have to be when you deal with a boy like Yoongi your entire life. Those two boys are idiots you know?"

"Yeah." You snorted. "Yeah they are."

"They called me in a hurry--both of them, at the same damn time--and so I drove to the dorm only to find it empty with a smashed cake on the floor, and these." She reached behind her to hand you the shoes you'd forgotten in your hurry to get out of the dorm, chuckling as you sheepishly took them from her hands. "So I called Yoongi before he could get here, bitched him out over the phone, and told him and Seokjin to be here in a half hour."

"Why so late?"

"Because I wanted to talk to you; I feel that I owe you an apology."

You shook your head, brows furrowed as you let out a snort of laughter. "What? For what?"

"I stole Seokjin from you and I knew that I was doing it the moment that I met you. You liked Seokjin, you were so in love with him but you weren't going to do anything--let's at least face that. Just like we both knew that Yoongi was never going to do anything when it came to his love for me, you weren't going to move in on Seokjin."

"You knew about that too?"

Yoora winked at you. "It's in my family genes." She sighed, reaching over to pat your back and wipe away the fresh tears on your face. "But I really love Seokjin, you know that. I don't regret taking him from you; I only wish that I could have saved you that pain."

You leaned over, resting your forehead on her shoulder. "You're too nice to me; I don't deserve this."

"No, you do. Because you don't hate me and so therefore you have a heart. I like you, Y/N. I don't get along with females easily, but you--I get along with you." She shook your shoulders, resting her head on top of yours. "You really love him don't you?"

"Which one?" You tried to laugh but it just came out as a snorting sob that had you wiping your nose with your sleeve.

"Yoongi."

"I do." You sobbed. "I didn't think it was possible, but he--" You couldn't finish the sentence.

Yoora ran her tongue along her teeth, letting out a small growl. "Both of those boys aren't good enough for you. You deserve better."

"You do too."

"Nah, I think I'm in the right place. My heart isn't as pure as yours--you know, if you took Seokjin from me I feel like I might have hated you no matter how innocent you were."

"No." You murmured into her sweater. "You couldn't."

Yoora tilted her head back, letting out a laugh that echoed through the hills. "You're right, I couldn't. Not now."  She smoothed your hair off your forehead and out of your eyes. "You should confess to him."

"Yoongi? I was planning to toni-"

"Seokjin. You should confess to Seokjin. There's a part of you that won't be able to fully move on until you confess. You'll always be thinking 'what if?' You'll always wonder if you truly love who you're with or if they're just a rebound."

"Hypothetically, what if he said he had feelings for me?" You whispered. "What would you do?"

She chuckled. "Well, then I would make him love me more than you. Because you, you love Yoongi so much. I can see it in your eyes, in the way that you talk about him versus when you talk about Seokjin. Yoongi, he belongs to you. You two make a perfect couple."

"You and Seokjin do too." You murmured, grinning with honesty into her sweater. "You two deserve all the happiness in the world. I'm sorry that all this had to happen on your birthday."

"Nah, drama is fun. It makes those boys squirm and I live for it." She chuckled, slowly pushing to her feet. "Come on, let's go wait for them in the parking lot up there. They should be here any minute now."

You stood up, helping her when you saw the quick glaze to her eyes. "Your concussion--don't stand up too fast!" You barely had a time to shout, but it was already too late. Yoora fell, her feet sliding out from underneath her as she tumbled down the hill. Without thinking, you reached out for her, toppling forward--practically running/falling--after her until her screams echoed in your ears as your arms wrapped around her waist. You grit your teeth, trying to dig your heels into the grass in an attempt to stop you two from pitching over the edge of the cliff.  

"Hold on!" You screamed as you felt your feet break out into open air. You thought of Yoongi, or Seokjin and all of BTS when you imagined Yoora in the hospital again--instantly you risked it all. You shoved Yoora up and as far away from you as you possibly could. It stopped her momentum enough to keep her up on the flat lip before the cliff, but it propelled you further off the edge. Your fingers dug into the slick grassy hillside as your feet swung wildly for purchase. You were slipping, quickly, too fast; you had to think you had to do something you had to--

"Y/N!" Yoora screeched, climbing to her knees as her hands jolted forward towards you as you shook your head feverishly, gritting your teeth.

"Wait for Yoongi and Seokjin." You shouted quickly--you didn't have much time, the grass was wet, ripping under your weight. "Stay right there and wait for them to help you up the hillside--you won't do any good if you fall off this too. Then--then come find me."

"Let me help you up!" She screamed, tears falling down her cheeks.

"No, no--you'll fall too. I can land this right, I've tried to climb this damn cliffside so many times--I'll live. I'll be okay; not even a scratch." You grinned at her as best you could given the circumstances.

"Y/N--I"

You let go.

The fall wouldn't kill you as long as you had your feet under you, as long as you grabbed onto something to slow it--blindly you grabbed onto the nearest tree branch, jerking your shoulders out of their sockets as the branch cracked and sent you toppling out of Yoora's sight.

"Y/N!" She screamed. "Y/N! Answer me!" But even when the sounds of falling brush and foliage quieted, her shouts remained unanswered.

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BASICALLY 101 comments/thoughts/things on Produce 101 S2E2

So we are BACK TOPOFTHEMORNINGTOYALADDIES AND WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF p101 live commentary

1.      The kids are watching the last ep

2.      The first vote results, Bae Jinyoung first, Wang Minhyuk last. Poor kid. Stop naming kids Minhyuk theres 6 of them on the field already it’s like Michael in America lol

3.      Back to the evaluations

4.      Woojin goes up, Daniel is like ’He’s rly cute I hugged him already’ tbh everyone call him cute lol

5.      Does JB Baby, what a classic lol. Got a B and praised for his pronunciation

6.      Aaahahahah lmao he asked for water and has to choose between two judges. Chooses Cheetah and she looks blessed af

7.      Kid has problems with opening stickers lol

8.      YGk+ performance, everyone are shook about their legs

9.      Their performance isn’t that good though, poor dudes. One D, other three F

10.   Roll yet ANOTHER compilation of the hottest kids this season

11.   Yongbin aka the dude with a nose bridge straighter and higher than my will to live

12.   Dongsoo and Namhyung from S.How do an AMAZING self composed song, are cute and talented as fuck. Namhyung got an A and Dongsoo got a B. Cheetah loves them ME TOO ME TOO

13.   Compilation of rappers, the overall comment on teachers is ‘Cheetah is cute omg but Dunmill is scary’

14.   Editing: aw cheetah is cute now with longer hair

15.   Cheetah: does the snoop dogg dance yno the smoke weed everyday one

16.   ‘Boys are calmer’ no they are more desperate and scared of failure

17.   Jung Jungji prepared a SHITTON for EXO Growl, a bajillion vids of it. But sadly I guess his nerves got to him, he didn’t do well aaaaaaaaaaaand got an F. Stop fucking laughing at him. Most of the audience is dancing along though such an iconic song

18.   He looks dead inside but says “I’m glad because I made BoA laugh”

19.   HOTSHOT HOTSHOT HOTSHOT SUNGWOON TAEHYUN SUNGWOON TAEHYUN

20.   Do Block B Very Good, MURDER IT IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE, AMAZING energy, everyone love it, first and only all company A rank

21.   Who am I fooling I actually watched their performance like 4 times before this on youtube just because of how much I love it the energy is so good

22.   Taehyun’s freestyle krump was on POINT tru kid monster right there. His expressions are soooooo good

23.   Now the kids are writing their future wishes or something like that to a huge whiteboard

24.   Kim Dongbin from kiwi ent looks sooooo nervous save that kid

25.   He’s doing chewing gum and stopped in the middle for some x reason?

26.   He stopped bc one of the judges pulled out his in-ear in a weird way and he thought that meant he needs to stop

27.   HES CRYING OUT OF NERVES RESCUE THAT POOR KID OMG

28.   Everyone are cheering for him  to continue THIS IS SO SWEET AAAHHHHHH EVEN JINWOO MOVED HIS HANDS AND CLAPPED

29.   And he finished his performance w a cute smile and………. got an F

30.   ’My level should be lower than F. I’m grateful for F’

31.   FNC Hwiseung comes out DOES SHINEE REPLAY GOT MY VOTE

32.   JELLY HEESEOK DOES CHAINED UP ALSO GOT MY VOTE

33.   Judges don’t like either and say both feel rushed… Hwiseung got a D and Heeseok got an F… damn

34.   Starship Sewoon and Kwanghyun come in, everyone get hype. One of them hates dancing and individ. trainee Jaehwan went to the same school as Sewoon. They Maroon 5 Sugar, everyone loves it

35.   Sewoon plays guitar and composes, everyone STILL loves it and for a very good reason

36.   BoA: So do u wanna be an idol or a singer?

        Sewoon: CEO

37.   Starship gets a double B

38.   RYTHM TA COVER, amazing vocals, acrobatics, taekwondo (is this the K-Tiger trainee?) basically just a compilation of the coolest kids this season

39.   Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Jang Moonbok clip again

40.   He’s doing BTS Boy In Luv and…. It isn’t too good poor dude

41.   Seriously Mnet’s son bc his singing isn’t good yet the only reactions they are showing from crowd are the most positive ones

42.   He got an F

43.   Brand New come up, roll clip of the absolute snake team San E and Jint ent company lol kids are cute tho

44.   Do a song composed by Daehwi, choreo made by Woojin that sounds eerily like a GOT7 Hard Carry  

45.   Daehwi's vocals are good but his range isn’t too high rip. One of the kids did a bboy pose thing on one hand. Someone in the crowd dabbed

46.   Daehwi and Woojin got an A, Youngmin and Donghyun got B’s

47.   End of the evaluation, 7 A rank trainees, 17 B rank, 21 C rank, 25 D rank and 31 F rank. Last season there was like….. 20 something A rank holy shit

48.   Revealing the high pitched as hell song and the difficult ass choreo

49.   The best can go to M Countdown with it, A gets center and the ult center gets a solo part

50.   The one who has an A rank is basically a god and the one who gets the center position is literally the definition of ’what’s a god to a non-believer’

51.   They’re moving in now and get their ugly colour coded sweaters lol

52.   F rank trying to cope ’I actually rly like gray clothes… Still want pink tho’

53.   Why is korea so obsessed with ages lol

54.   Sungwoon took like an air humidifier and candles and an electric mat and whatnot lmaoooo

55.   Goblin parody ensue. Some trainee, Yoo Jinwon looks just like male Eun Tak (The female lead of goblin)

56.   Group practice is soooooo unbalanced holy SHIT

57.   The song is so high pitched they are all dying inside

58.   JINWOO IS TALKING my dude…. In F rank…. Depressing

59.   Daehwi is a sad boy bc the entire B team belted out the high notes like no joke

60.   Two dance black holes make slow mo eye contact if im not incorrect its the Cube F rank and one of the YGk+ F ones with a haircut idk how to describe.. like… its black…  sure is black

61.   Within 10 minutes A rank fucking aces the dance as a whole, sure its not perfect but it looks GREAT

62.   F is a… Mess sighs. At least that’s how they’re portrayed. In group shots at least half of the kids can do the dance just GREAT but sure obvs mnet isnt gonna show them

63.   Daehwi has problems with the high notes poor lil kid

64.   Namhyun, Sungwoo and Sungwoon have no problems hitting it though

65.   I fucking hate this system because rappers need to excel in vocals too which is fucking unfair and they just humiliated BNM Woojin who cant reach the notes and the trainer is NO FUCKING HELP and doesn’t guide him or anything just looks at him judgingly just fuck off dude seriously

66.   Sungwoo is just like Sejeong, got everyone shook during first evaluation, sings like an angel and CAN actually dance but has small problems while adapting to the choreo

67.   Now to the D group training KAHI MY MOTHER

68.   Baekho has problems concentrating to the dance and they only show him obviously thanks Mnet for nothing like he is not the type of person for p101 hes literally the furthest away from the p101 type why did pledis force them there Im so fucking angry dude

69.   Another poor black hole cutie is Cube Guanlin ugh im so sad about him DON’T CRY

70.   But others are helping him which makes me happy thank god for that

71.   C group get compared to chicks and vitamin C lol

72.   The C group vocal trainer is pretty af and everyone are in love including me

73.   ‘Age is just a number’ BOI

74.   Bae Jinyoung keeps looking at the ground SHY BOY but he also messed up his singing poor kiddo

75.   B team has the same vocal coach as A and I think D has the same dude

76.   Honestly I fucking hate that dude he’s so rude to rapper kids and doesn’t even help him and Mnet tries to play it off like ‘haha tsundere’ but no he’s just an asshole

77.   One of the rappers does adlibs lol

78.   But everyone else are just in pain I fucking hate this system so much

79.   Woojin is a small baby but sings like gold

80.   AND D TEAM HAS THE SAME ASSHOLE COACH

81.   He picks out NU’EST right away ugh but MY DUDE REN DOES SO WELL

82.   RBW GUNHEE MY B O I HOLY HELL SINGS SO WELL WHYS HE IN D even the coach said he did the best out of the grades he coaches ( A B and D)

83.   That coach is so much nicer in D

84.   I take everything back he just fucking destroyed my baby Hyungseob I’m so fucking done with everything

85.   B team dance class que

86.   Kang Daniel feels a bit full of himself but tbh he is literally perfect at everything and has the dance clean already

87.   Kim Jaehwan has problems with dance this is like with Juna last season lol

88.   JAEHWAN IS PRACTICING ALONE AS THE LAST ONE THERE POOR KID

89.   The dorm clips, everyone are practicing

90.   Aaaaaaaaand now they’re doing the reevaluation filming

91.   B grade Kim Sangbin danced really well and even sang well even though hes a rapper and then dabbed lmao hope lost

92.   MY LIL JUSTIN KIDDO IS UP but holy shit his singing is really bad I’m sad

93.   Everyone are saying they are anticipating Minhyun to move up by a rank but his clip is awful I’m so fucking sad dude I don’t have any words to express my absolute misery he looks so beaten up and other trainees are trying to console him I’m so fucking sad

94.   Now it’s Baekho’s turn, he doesn’t do too well either but it def isn’t THAT bad and mnet is just trying to make NU’EST look bad because they aren’t showing JR’s clip even though he was good enough to move up to B grade

95.   The dude with the best singing voice, Gunhee, his singing voice broke rip

96.   Moonbok’s clip wasn’t good and everyone are sad bc he practiced a lot

97.   Kwon Hyunbin from YGk+ does really shit and I feel soooooooooooo sorry because he isn’t doing good and people aren’t vvoting for him either but it just won’t come out right and im SO SORRY FOR HIM AAAAAAAGHHHHHH and like YGk+ is a modelling company so he wont debut and then theres this kid Ha Minho who I like too and his rank is like what 94 rn hes gonna fucking die. I hate this show why is it so addicting

98.   Calls to family ft. a lot of tears from everyone but Jisung’s sister has the same sense of humor as Jisung does its gr8 why isn’t he in top 11 vote for him jesus fuck

99.   Judges are gonna watch the reevaluation things now time to Get Sad Bois

100.  Daehwi and Samuel get praised and JAEHWAN MY LIL BOY FIXED HIS DANCE IM SO PROUD

101.  Oh no now theyre gonna watch Minhyuns catastrophe clip I want to fucking die

102. Kahi said that Min gets pressured when competing with other people I’m so fucking sad my boy is so stable and talented if anyone wants good NU’EST lives just fucking hit me up he is sooooo high quality stop bullying him @mnet  @pledis

103. Why do they only show bad clips I’m so sad and the trainers all laugh at them this just… it’s so ugly leave the kids alone they are under such immense pressure with such a difficult song and choreo

104. Finally they are showing the good trainees I’m so glad give them that ATTENTION and MY KID HYUNGSEOB IS THERE WITH A PEACE SIGN

105. And to end it now they’re getting the reevaluation grades and a bunch of kids are moving up I’m glad but they aren’t showing anyone’s new grades

And now, also good  screencaps that didn’t make it into the top 9, some funny, some depressing, Also I’m ready to stab anyone who came up with the goddamn food and bathroom break ration they’re doing by rank like what is this u cant dance u cant eat?? well hello there stalin 

#produce 101 #pd101s2 #pd101 #p101 #p101 s2 #lee daehwi #jang moonbok #starship #yoo sunho #jung sewoon #lee kwanghyun #samuel #seventeen #nu'est #nuest #kang songho #baekho #jr #kim jonghyun #minhyun #hwang minhyun #pledis #17 #mmo #kang daniel #jisung #joo jinwoo #jinwoo #heeseok #jellyfish

[onesentencemusings]

Self-Indulgent Drabble

This is pretty much a thing I wrote for a friend that turned into me doing character development for some characters of mine with Ult Doc Ock observing their nuttiness against his will. Enjoy

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There were a lot of things about his current situation that Otto Octavius hated. He hated that the long dark room looked like a tacky strip club lit up with blue neon lights. He hated the middle-eastern style lounge music that played in the hall. He hated watching the small crowd of patrons enjoying food and drink, chatting idly at the many tables and booths while he silently suffered. He hated that he was forced to sit on a not-as-luxurious-as-it-looked pillow that literally sat in the shadow of his enslaver. But strangely enough, he found that he mostly hated being cold.

His small bright purple jacket barely fit him period and it being cut short only exposed more of the man’s torso for the world to see. The closest he was allowed to having sleeves was two strips of fine blue fabric that ran from the collar clamped on his neck down his arms and onto large but tight-fitting golden bracelets locked on his forearms. Admittedly they provided him with a decent pair of black briefs but that was the beginning and end of his luck. Tied around his waist a belt of sort made of an assortment of various probably-not-real gems that did nothing but make noise whenever he moved. Below that was what he would only call ‘pants’ if he were forced to adhere to the strictest definition of the word. Puffy, see-through, definitely not heat-retentive by any means and only reached halfway down his calves. His shoe were also so identified by technically definition only. They were little more then purple velvet cut and sewed into a slipper of sort and adorned with a smaller collection of noisy trinkets around the ankle.

Octavius sat crosslegged, huffing under his breath, as he ‘enjoyed’ his ‘first day on the job’ present as a slave, compliments of one King Blue Ring. His gift? A cage. A golden one which was nested with a thick golden pillow with blue trimmings and a few much smaller ones of various colors. Four small bar rose from the cage’s bottom up to a small cap at the top, giving it an almost bird-cage appearance. The bars gave a subtle hum from the blue tinted energy field they gave off, keeping the scientist securely locked inside. He knew he was going to despise the thing when ‘His Majesty’ insisted that Otto unwrap it personally.

The shadows that lay over Otto shifted, reminding the man of his captor. Fairly tall, average build, suit covered completely from the neck down in a deep blood red. The face mask was shaped like a bird head, white with black marking trailing from the eyes to the beak and following into the small air tubes that flowed back into the flight-pack on their back. Their mechanical wings were stretched out over their throne’s armrests, shuffling and folding slightly as their owner worked intently on the holoscreen in front of them. And that was all well and good, but the overall standard looking flight suit took a dangerous turn at the feet. Three 7 inch long curved blades, two in the front, one in the back, jutted out from the Vulture’s boots forming a deadly claw that anyone, much less a genius such as Otto, would know would be deadly if used at the high speeds the bird soldier was no doubt capable to obtaining.

Why him? Why this? From what thankfully little time the two of them interacted, this Vulture had no need or interest in a slave. The only current explanation was this person saw an opportunity to humiliate their leader in a battle of grammar and took it, which Octavius admitted he would have done as well.

But no matter the reason he was now trapped in a cage sandwiched between a dark red throne sculpted with feather details and the stark towering walls that held up the platform on which the thrones of the king and queen sat proudly above all set against a long draping tapestry emblazoned with the King’s signature: a blue ring with a golden crown in the center.

“Oooooooooooooooooh, it’s so goooood, it’s so goooood, it’s so goooood, it’s so goooood, it’s soooooo gooooooooood.” The gentle almost hypnotic voice sang from the throne down, on the other side form Vulture. “Ooooooooooooooh, falling free, falling free, falling free, falling free, faaalling freeeeeeee.” The green dressed woman twirled her blue-dyed bangs around a finger, her other hand delicately holding up her chin like some divine high-bred aristocrat of old. Her legs were accentuated by her bright intimately decorated golden boots that climbed all the way up to her thighs. Currently, she had those legs crossed, one legs tapping in the air to the beat of the gentle music she was singing to. “Ooooooooooooh, You and me, you and me, you and me, you and meeeeeee.” A large muscular man with skin like a white tiger’s coat knelt down beside her, holding up a tray with a large fruity drink to the woman. The woman took the drink in her far hand and gently rubbed the tiger man’s head with the close hand. “I feeeeel loo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ove.I feeeeel loo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ove.I feeeeel loo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ove.”

She took a quick swig of the drink and smiled “Positively perfect, Houdini.” She said, waving the hourglass-shaped drink towards the man. “Well done.”

The tiger man stood up with a grin, putting his hands on his hips proudly, thumbs tucking into his one and only piece of clothing: a pair of black briefs with gold lining.“I’m glad to hear that, M’lady. Your opinion makes my worlds… or however that saying goes.”

The woman chuckled a bit before taking another drink. “Ahh, I think that will be all for now, darling. Go have fun.” Houdini gave her a deep bow and suddenly vanished in a puff of white smoke.

Vulture scoffed, the sound being heavily mechanized by their helmet.

“Aww, wassa matter, Val?” Houdini’s master cooed, turning sideways in her chair “Buyer’s remorse already? Not my fault you wanted to get your helper second-hand.”

“You have no idea what I want, Mysterio.” Vulture growled back. “In fact, I sometimes find myself wondering if you ever have any ideas period.” Otto couldn’t help but give a laughing grunt in agreement.

Mysterio scoffed, obviously offended. “It takes brains to handle all my illusion equipment, you know.” She threw her hands up, creating a swirl of green fire that quickly died out “How much brain does it take to tell your suit to make you fly, huh?”

“My top Standard Mode speed is 300 miles an hour.” Vulture stated flatly “In Overdrive Mode, I can break the sound barrier.” The beaked helmet turned towards the magician “Wouldn’t you agree that it’s takes brains to handle that kind of velocity?”

Break the sound barrier? Otto glanced away. Even his personally made flight-suit for that failed animal soldier experiment, his world’s Vulture, could only hit 170 MPH. And yet this suit was so much sleeker, so much more weaponized. Perhaps this world to which he was stole wasn’t just a world where different people took up the same villain names as in his world.

“Daw, that’s just going fast!” Mysterio uncrossed her leg, sitting up a bit straighter “That’s not brains!”

“If you truly only care about more classic ideals of the mind, I singlehandedly maintain a high-level of efficiency for my Buzzard operations. You know. The operations that keep this bombshell-covered decaying pile of rubble we call an island from starving?”

“Decaying?” A man broke in. The muscular man in the iconic lion themed vest jumped up on the stage of thrones, followed by a tawny-skinned woman dotted with large brown spots. “It is not as such. The Ruins teem with life, both physical and spiritual. For a bird that flies so high, it is a wonder how you manage to see so little.”

 Vulture groaned “Stay out of this, Kraven. This conversation isn’t about you or your stupid cult.”

“Is no cult.” Kraven answered

That’s what they all say, Otto immediately thought.

“We live in the grounds of the cleansing Blow-Up and gain strength from the spirits of The Fallen that reside there.”

“How logical.” Vulture grumbled.

“Now, hold on!” Kraven’s sidekick spoke up. “It’s real! I know it! Everyday, My Lord and his Hunters get better and stronger. How else would that happen if not the spirits of The Fallen granting them their strength?”

“Practice? Like everyone else on the planet?” Vulture shrugged, the sarcasm obvious through the vocal distortion.

The woman gave an animalistic growl, her long dark hair raising up like hackles, nails growing more to look like short claws. Vulture’s talons clanged loudly against the tile floor as the bird stood up, wings raising up ready to take off.

“Mtumishi, settle.” Kraven stated flatly.

The woman glanced at her master before putting her hands down. “Yes, M’Lord.” She muttered before angrily her attention to her camo-pants and black tank top.

“It matters little to me what you believe, Lady Vulture, I know what I know and me and my Hunter shall continue to train ourselves upon the graves of the mighty.” Kraven continued “Beside-ing the point, I only wished to interrupt to rightfully defend Mysterio’s views. Almost any animal can overtake an untrained human in a fight; that does not make them smarter. Therefore, having superior speed does not make one superior in all ways.”

Vulture’s wings snapped closed on her back “It takes brains to understand trajectory and velocity, something your last dart trap proves you have little concept of.”

“Yeah, Electro still really can’t sit.” Mysterio muttered more to herself than anyone.

Kraven glared first at Vulture and then at Mtumishi, who was cackling at the bird woman’s comment. He elbowed the hyena woman in the rib to quiet her before approaching Vulture. “I cannot expect a scavenger to understand what it’s like to fight with honor.”

“Very well.” Vulture said “You can keep your honor, little man. I’ll stick to winning.”

Mysterio leaned back in her throne, ooh-ing in amused shock as Kraven’s own servant broke down into hysterical laughing.

“Why you insolent ---!” Kraven reached into his vest and pulled out a kukri in both hands. Before he could even make to lunge to attack, Vulture’s wings folded out and she rocketed into the air, stopping short of hitting the tall ceiling. With a quick sarcastic salute, she sailed out an open window into the sky outside. Well, that was one less person Otto had to endure. “If she think she shall get away with ---!”

“Calm down, Alexi.” Mysterio said with a laugh. “Trust me, buddy, that battle axe ain’t worth it.” Kraven huffed and sheathed his blades. “But I do appreciate you taking my side. Means a lot to me.” She continued

Kraven smiled slightly and reached behind his head to tighten the band holding back his long black hair. “It is nothing, Franky. You were right. Vulture merely needed to hear that from someone else.”

“Sadly, it’s a common theme in people of our profession rarely listen to anyone that tells them they’re wrong.” Mysterio leaned on her throne’s armrest, head nestled in her hand once again. “I know if my dad had stopped the minute someone told him fighting Spider-Man wouldn’t make him famous, Mysterio never woulda made it past Act One.”

Kraven sat himself down on the arm of Vulture’s throne. “You make good point. Many a fool made fun of my father for his determination.”

Mysterio nodded “Determination is good, honey, but Vulture’s hardcore. Eddie’s shared some stuff he dug up on her SHIELD history and from what he’s told me she’s been taking out guys like you since you were Electro’s age. And I don’t mean that in the dating way.”

“Shall I take that as a sign you care for my safety or it is merely a lack of understanding of my abilities?” Kraven smirked

Mysterio shrugged, a smile growing on her face as well “What can I say, Darling? You ain’t a bad looker and I’d hate for that to change.”

“I never mentioned before as it was none of my business but, ” Kraven leaned a bit closer to the woman “I was quite glad when you decided to stop wearing the dome to your uniform. To deny the world of your face was a crime greater than any illegal action you commited.”

“Oh stop.” Mysterio giggled before quickly shifting around to lean towards Kraven “And by ‘stop’ I, of course, mean ‘do go on’.”

“You are like wild cheetah in the savannah: proud, free, fierce yet elegant. So shapely yet holding untold power.”

“Wow, how long have you been sitting on this speech, big boy?”

“For some time now. May I ask if my words are working?”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“Oh god.” Otto groaned under his breathe, burying his face in his hands. He was going to have to listen to the drivel? Otto put a fist against his temple, deep in thought. He’s escaped more than this before. He’s escaped more than this back in his old broken worthless body that did nothing but sustain his endlessly genius mind and hang limply from his robotic tentacles.

But that was back in his own world, where he had allies, where he knew the exact time of the SHIELD guard patrols down to the minute, where he could even tell particular guards apart by frame and gait alone.

Here? He had been kept in a disgusting rundown underwater laboratory with about 30 other versions of himself forced to work under the island’s king or else be starved into submission. His scowl deepened. The king had said the island was starving, scraping by as it was and that the Octavius’s share of food and water had to be ‘earned’ through their scientific production. Otto, like every other Otto locked in that science prison, had no choice but to believe that statement. And yet upon his move up to the surface, Otto found himself in luxury accommodations with dozens of supposedly important people wasting time socializing rather than working to protect what he had been told was a dying empire.

He exhaled and laid down on his back, sinking a bit into the large pillow as he tried to imagine that he was staring at ceiling instead of the cage roof. Things weren’t the best for him at this point. But things haven’t gone his way for a long time. There was one benefit of always having things go wrong though: one learns to stay calm during stressful times. He had played ‘Slave’ before. To Norman Osborn. To Hydra. To this King Blue Ring. He knew what captors wanted. And if it meant he could get a chance to escape, he’d play the role yet again. Sooner or later, they’d lower their guard and grant him something he could use to his advantage or let a flaw in their grip over him be exposed.

Either way, he’d escape. And then everyone would pay dearly for enslaving Otto Octavius

#SpiderSpam #Musings Writes

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1-50

u trying to kill me ma man. ill just leave out the ones i already answered k

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

i honestly dont know…i never hold hands

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

shy with strangers, outgoing w my friends

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

my friend rosalynn who i met on here and has turned out to be one of my best friends, who has been dealt a bad deal of cards and also @ice-kookie because she is a saint 

4. Are you easy to get along with?

i hope so

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

i dont drink and i dont plan to so…

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

fuck fuck fuck dont make me go into this…

someone who is nice to their friends and doesn’t treat them like shit, considerate and knows how to flirt hella well, gets good grades and actually cares about their future, doesn’t smoke, drink, or do drugs (i joke but that is nasty as fuck sorry if u smoke and ur offended soz man its my opinion and i practically choke whenever i pass by someone smoking oop), messy hair but NOT greasy u know what i mean, morning voices, why are shirts a thing???, 

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

i hope so but no

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

this guy in my history class i need to get over him that little shit

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

my friend ashleigh

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“goodnight” lmao im so typical

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

changes on the daily but (not in order)

caroline- aminé

dive- salvatore ganacci

oui- jeremih

sweet child o’ mine- guns and roses

money for nothing- dire straits, sting

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

only if theyre attractive r my best friend and they dont mess it up too much

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

hell yeah

15. What good thing happened this summer?

a lot of good things i cant pick :)

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

fuck no

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

we cant really be that self-centered to think they is no one but us in the world

19. Do you like bubble baths?

bring on the bubbles i say

20. Do you like your neighbors?

dont really know them…they are interesting i guess

22. Where would you like to travel?

everywhere!!!! i really want to go to the bahamas, bora bora, uganda, austria, argentina, el salvador, japan, canada, spain, etc.

i have been to ireland, england, italy, france, germany, mexico, ecuador, australia (just got back a few days ago!!!), cayman islands, galapagos island :)

23. Do you have trust issues?

is that even a question

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

going to bed hA

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

my boobs tbh literally theyre so small whenever i wear a bathing suit it just doesnt fit right jiniew

26. What do you do when you wake up?

go back to bed HAHAHHA

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

wish i was a little tanner but im good

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

my friend ash and rosalynn

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

nope

30. Do you ever want to get married?

yes :) i want a big white wedding

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

my hair is soooooo long its insane

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

no

33. Spell your name with your chin.

sikderfrfzzza = sierra

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

horseback riding, skiing, basketball, volleyball, track and field, etc i love sports man. is scuba diving a sport?? bc

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

tv. i could not live without music 

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

HAHAH STORY OF MY FUCKING LIFE

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

i just tap my fingers tbh unless its my friend then i do something embarrassing because why not

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

plays volleyball and runs track, is sweet with words, considerate, loyal, doesnt have to be popular but confident, knows what they want to do with their life, cares about their grades, doesnt do drugs, smoke, drink, whatever, knows how to party, respects my morals…okay lets get into the good stuff hehhee….pleasant to see without a shirt ;), great kisser, knows how to treat me, can afford my expensive sport- horseback riding, horses are expensive as shit-, has hair i can run my fingers through, fuck i love people just give me someone

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

brandy melville, topshop, BP in nordstrom, express, target!!!

40. What do you want to do after high school?

it changes everyday tbhhhh.

i want to a large animal veterinary surgeon, plastic surgeon, dermatologist who specializes in cosmetic surgery, physical therapist, I DONT KNOW THSI SI TOO STRESSFUL

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

it depends on the situation tbh

42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean?

im super nervous and dont know what to say…thats what it means… or i like you… or i hate you

43. Do you smile at strangers?

of course

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

ive been to bottom of the ocean many times so outer space hehe

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

my mom yelling at me :)

46. What are you paranoid about?

the question should be what am i NOT paranoid about

47. Have you ever been high?

no

48. Have you ever been drunk?

no

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

not really im p good

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

pink

ill post the rest tomorrow im so tired

ask away

#asks #anon